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Date Posted: 01:57:42 07/21/03 Mon
Author: stephan wolfgang
Subject: you're waiting for someone to put you together..

you're waiting for someone to push you away.
there's always another wound to discover..

name: stephan wolfgang
alias: Maniac
age: 17
gender: male
alliance: x-men
school year: junior (he just turned seventeen)
school: xavier's
power: can talk to animals
description/picture: mwuhaha! i have a picture! clicky click!
player name: krystal
contacts: MistcAngl2@aol.com
history (yes, i'm trying to escape it again ;_;): well, see...my history is...sort of...er...complicated. and...well, its my history too, right? so why should i tell you, a complete and utter stranger about it? ...right, because you'll castrate me if i dont obey, well...i guess thats a good enough reason. yeah...i dont think i'd be quite as happy without my penis...okay, i'll be good and get my head out of the gutter...you dont need to hit me! *whines* right, seriousness...my history...okay. i have a twin brother named Seth, he's my better half...i'm the trouble maker, the bad name to the family, but i couldnt have it any other way, would never have it any other way...Seth is good at playing the good boy, and i'm good at playing the trouble maker. ever since we were kids, i was always playing jokes, assuming the role of the tormenting yet kind older brother almost immediately, and believe me, Seth needed an older brother to guide him...i think he's got some messed up ideas in that ugly head of his. anyway, so when i was...fifteen or sixteen, animals started talking to me. it was...well, sort of surprising, because i was talking away to my horse, Bubba, when suddenly he just...started talking back. i can remember it distinctively...i was saying 'well then, that saddle's not too tight, is it you puddle of lard?' and he laughed at me! he laughed and said 'its actually very comfortable, loose enough that if i kick enough you and the saddle will go flying.' i have always had this adoration for animals...i just love them and they tend to love me too...but anyway, when i found out that i could talk to animals, i immediately told my family, infact, i started working miracles of sorts, going around talking to animals and figuring out why they were misbehaving, you know, that fun stuff. and...well, my parents, those mother fuckers, got angry, got scared, and tossed me into an insane asylum quicker then you could say cheese and onions. i was in that god forsaken place, isolated from everything, in a small padded room...for a year and a half. that was how long it took the X to convince my parents that i wasnt insane, just special...that was how long it took for the X to free me from actually going crazy. and i was going crazy because i was beginning to see things, and these things...they'd talk to me...tell me wacked up things. i promise you that i wasnt on crack...i would talk to inanimate objects, and they would tell me things. everything but the walls, oh, the walls...the walls were the worst part because they were always screaming...always...always screaming and crying. it reminded me of my misery...i mean, uh...how is anybody expected to sleep with screaming all around you? how the hell is somebody supposed to live with screaming twenty four seven enveloping you into a little ball and tossing you away? well, you can only imagine what state i was in when i got out of the asylum...i was unreachable to everybody, even the X...everybody but Seth. he looked just as horrible as i did, and he looked like he had been crying...now, even if i'm the bad ass, Seth never cries, i'm always the sensitive one, and at the time i was able to forget my misery and embrace him...and he cried on my shoulder. it was the fourth time that i had ever seen him cry, and we have an admirable relationship with one another...but he was so upset, and he clung to me and he shook...it was really scary. it took me two months to recover enough to wake up my powers, which had gone into a state of slumber because it had had no animals to force it to life. Bubba was, once again, the one to reawaken my forgotten powers, and the first thing he said when i walked in his stall was 'hey, fatso. where've you been?' he always did have a sense of humor...so yes, my past, while not tragic, isnt completely complete, but its all that you're getting out of me today. its drained me enough to talk of this, and while its not such a terrible thing, you try being boxed up into a little room where the simple pleasures of self mutilation are taken from you...where the simple pleasures of life are stolen and replaced with a complete void. i'm someone who needs to live...i'm a person who lives just to breath...and...to have that priviledge stolen from me...well, it nearly broke me in pieces. thank god Seth was there when he was...thank god the X got me out. i owe them both a lot. oh, and if you're wondering, the mother fuckers that call themselves my parents have faded from my contact. i hear that they still talk to Seth from Seth, but i dont talk to them...i'd much rather die. they were the ones that did that to me, and while Seth insists that it was out of ignorance, he never had to go to the insane asylum, now did he?

there's always something more you wish he'd say.

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;_; -- krystal, 02:04:47 07/21/03 Mon
- evaluation -- .owner., 10:38:01 07/21/03 Mon