Post by conner gregory. on Mar 28, 2009 23:12:07 GMT -5
`CONNER MATHIAS GREGORY
"If heaven is a place where angeles go, then man I've got a story to tell."
`LOOKING AT YOU, HOLDING MY BREATHYOUR NAME Erin. or `zona.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE 3 - 4 years ish. I think
HOW DID YOU FIND US? -pokes `zona and Jason-
`FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I'M SCARED TO DEATHFULL NAME conner mathias gregory
NICKNAME conner
AGE 18
GENDER male
ORIENTATION straight
GRADE senior.
MAJOR acting
`I'M TAKING A CHANCE, LETTING YOU INSIDEPOSITIVE TRAITS
- Sweet
- Good Cook
- Professional Tracker
- He has this aura that helps people relax
- Good Actor
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- He has a temper at times.
- Too trusting
- The fact that he has cancer. . .
- OCD - really OCD
- Oblivious beyond belief.
LIKES
- cooking
- reading
- running
- acting
- music.
DISLIKES
- Fire.
- Sluts
- Piccolos
- Drama, not the acting kind.
- Techno music
HOPES AND DREAMS He really wants to find someone who would love him, despite the fact that he's dying, who doesn't just keep pointing that little tidbit out to him.
FEARS Dying without falling in love.
`FEELING ALIVE ALL OVER AGAINdrew fuller
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Long shaggy brown-blonde hair frame a face with bright green eyes. His athletic build holds him at about six feet, maybe a little taller, but basically six feet. He’s evenly muscled and quite strong, but yet, still lean. Although, if you look at him, once you find out he has cancer, you can somewhat tell, he's a little gaunt at times, because of the treatments and all. Some scars dot his skin from this and that, one that's on his hand is one he looks at a lot, when the cops were holding back a little 10 year old Conner when he realised it was his house that was burning, with his family inside, he finally yanked himself out of their grasp but stumbled and fell on a piece of glass from when the windows got blown out.
`AS DEEP AS THE SKY, UNDER MY SKINHISTORYThe warm Alabama moon glistened over the private lake. One of the homes on the northern shore of the lake had all the lights on inside, Mark and Lillian Connerory stood over a black wooden crib in a small bedroom with light blue walls. Their young son slept peacefully inside, oblivious to his parent’s watchful gaze. Lillian’s hand rested lightly on the rail of the crib, the Japanese symbol for fire lightly tattooed on her hand,
A four year old Conner sat in the living room of his home, a set of toy train tracks weaving around him. His father lay on his stomach moving the train around some of the tracks in front of his son, making little train-like noises while Conner’s mother stood in the kitchen cooking dinner. Mark laughed as his son insisted on moving the train himself. Many nights were like this, surrounded by his family, and just being together.
As Conner grew, he and his parents grew apart, he wanted to read, while his father wanted to train him to be a police officer. He wanted to play soccer or swim while his mother tried to teach him German or Latin. He was on the Alabama Youth Soccer League team that was based in his town, and he was an avid reader at school, smart and quick thinking. But, the one time that the family never butted heads was at the fourth of July celebration that the family threw every year, along with the Christmas Shindig every holiday season. It was something that the Gregory family had been doing ever since Lillian and Mark had gotten married.
One night, when Conner was 10, he was out in a cove on the lake. He and one of his friends had something of a club house there, and they could read, or just hang out there after school. He was there after dark, and just relaxing and looking out at the lake, skipping rocks occasionally. In the middle of one of his skips, he turned to his friend and asked if he smelled smoke. His friend nodded and they both stepped out of the cove so that they could see. What Conner saw made his throat close up and tears actually started dripping down his cheeks. The young teen broke into a run, all of his years in soccer came in handy, By the time he reached his home, he was having to be restrained by the firefighters. He kicked and tried to tear away from the firefighter, to no avail. By the end of the night, he was just put into a police car, and taken to the station for questioning.
Only a month after the fire, Conner was moved out of Alabama by the government. He was sent to a state home in New York to be adopted. The trauma of the accident made it impossible for him to remain in Alabama. He stayed there for two, almost three, years. When he was a mere 10 days from his thirteenth birthday, he was adopted by a nice family that lived in an apartment in a peaceful neighborhood. He hadn’t talked at all the entire time he’d been in the home, and he didn’t talk much at first when the Brendens adopted him. But, they understood why, they’d lost their daughter not long ago to a fire very similar to his own. They respected him, let him get away with things that most other boys couldn’t. If his grades slipped a little, they didn’t yell at him, Nick, his foster father, would talk to him about it, but nothing more.
Around the time of his first year with the Brendens, Nick died in a car accident. Ice had built up on the roads as he’d been coming back from an art show, and he’d flipped his car, killing him on the scene. Conner comforted Abby as much as he could, but, in the end, he knew that the only thing that would let her heal would just be to be alone. He left New York and headed to a school in Chicago. Still close enough to New York that he could go visit Abby, but far enough away to be on his own. He liked it here. But, on his first day of Junior year here, something happened. He passed out apparently, in the middle of school, and when he woke up, he was in a hospital, doctors swarming him.
He found out that day that he had terminal cancer. . . He had about two and a half years left, if he was lucky, three years. But that was unlikely. They suggested that he go back and live with Abby, but he refused, he couldn't go back there. . . She was still healing, now he needed to be away, not giving her something else to cry herself to sleep about. So, he stayed at school, keeping his disease a secret from everyone, everyone except the principal who just needed to know so that he could get excused from class to go get treatment. It was hard the first few months, he lost a lot of weight, stopped sleeping, actually looked sick, and then, he decided that if he was going to act like this, it might as well be worth it to just kill himself now, so, he pushed all of his self-grief out of his mind and just tried to go back to living life like normal. And he succeeded, every other Tuesday he would slip out of class for the last half of the day and drive into Chicago to get treatments, and be back in class the next morning, but other than that, he just lives his life to the fullest. Or tries to.
`LIKE BEING IN LOVE SHE SAYSRPING EXAMPLE -see `zona's or jason's apps.
`FOR THE FIRST TIMESCHEDULE (refer to the student handbook for help)FALL
BLOCK 1 acting
BLOCK 2 senior social studies
BLOCK 3 drawing - landscape
BLOCK 4 senior science
SPRING
BLOCK 1 senior english
BLOCK 2 study hall
BLOCK 3 senior math
BLOCK 4 acting
DID YOU READ THE RULES? -----admin edit-----
ANYTHING ELSE TO TELL US?
rawr. I'm back with a vengence.
