Post by CONOR RILEY WARD on Mar 21, 2010 18:45:14 GMT -5
FULL NAME: Conor Riley Ward.[/blockquote][/font]
NICKNAMES: Con, Connie (He hates it), Ward.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: Eighteen, October seventeenth.
HOMETOWN: Dallas, Texas.
ILLNESSES: Schizophrenia.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
MEMBER GROUP: Senior.
JOURNAL ENTRIES FROM CONOR WARD, COMPILED AND SUBMITTED BY HIS PSYCHOLOGIST:[/blockquote][/font]
March 2002 - Age ten.Something weird happened to me today. I was at the playground after school, and stupid Seth was making fun of me again and saying my mom was fat. I mean, I've heard it all before. "Where ya going, Conor? To the gay house?" It doesn't make a lot of sense, but my mommy says he's just jealous that I have the best grades in the class. I told him to shut up and he hit me. Once again, I'm kind of used to it. It didn't really hurt. But then this voice in my head was whispering...It was cold and smooth. It said "Come on Conor, hit him back. You know you can, you know you want to. Don't let him talk to you like that." In all the years that Seth has been picking on me, I never once fought back. So I just swung. I don't know why, but I felt like I HAD to. I hit him hard and his nose started bleeding, I mean, man, it was everywhere! Of course, I'm in trouble now. Mommy said no dessert tonight.
July 2003 - Age eleven.That voice that I told you about has come back a lot. Sometimes he's nice to me, but sometimes he asks me to do things that I don't want to do. He makes me want to do them, though. He's gotten me in quite a bit of trouble. I decided to call him Charlie. He said he liked the name, so that's what I'm going to stick with.
October 2005 - Age fourteen.Today was my fourteenth birthday. Mom and dad got me a chocolate cake, my favorite. I took one bite, but then Charlie started snarling to me that he hated chocolate, that I hated chocolate. I begged him to be quiet, that he'd upset my mother, but he kept at it until I slammed my fork down and ran out of the room. My mom came up to my bedroom and asked what was wrong, but Charlie was so loud in my head that I just yelled at her to go away. I know I hurt her feelings. Boy, do I feel sorry. But Charlie just won't quit... He's there almost every day now. I wish he wasn't. He goes against everything that I feel, and makes everyone around me upset. But he's so much stronger than I am...
December 2007 - Age sixteen.I'm so fucking pissed off right now. My mom and I got in this fight when I was out past curfew, and I went up to my room. I was starting to calm down, then fucking Charlie decided to make his opinion heard. I was so mad that I just HAD to listen to him, even when he told me to smash my brand fucking new acoustic guitar. I loved that guitar. God damn, how could I have done that? My mom heard the noise and ran up, followed by Dad. They both freaked out and tried to stop me. Finally Charlie shut the hell up and I broke down and told them everything. I still don't know if they believe me, but they're taking me to a psychiatrist next week. Maybe it will help, who knows. But as I'm writing right now, Charlie's convincing me that it's a bad thing. I....yes. I know Charlie. I won't let them take you away. But why do you make me do these things?
September 2008 - Age sixteen.Doctor Scott told my parents about a school today, for kids like me. To be honest, I don't really want to go to a crazed out school with a bunch of wack jobs. But my medicine hasn't really been working, and I can tell how badly I'm hurting my parents. So I'm going to go, for them. I told them I'd try. Charlie's been a lot more forward in my mind lately, so I'm hoping this place will help me. I leave in a month or so. I've never lived anywhere other than Texas, so I'm a little nervous. I just hope they don't do crazy tests and shit on me.
NAME/ALIAS: Emma![/blockquote][/font]
AGE: Eighty-Seven
EXPERIENCE: Threee years?
TIMEZONE: Central
ANYTHING ELSE: <3
Conor Ward had drifted off into a television induced state of partial alertness when Demi's voice immediately jerked him back into the present moment. He raised his head and called back to her, "It's fine, darlin'! You sure you don't want me to join you?" He chuckled a little to himself, not sure if Demi heard him. The hotel bed he was sprawled across was incredibly comfortable. There were perks to being famous, that was for sure. Such as nice hotel rooms for you and your girl. This hotel was actually an old manor, turned into a bed and breakfast type place, with spectacular views and a few sheep just hanging out in the back yard. It was beautiful to Conor, European landscapes had always interested him. It was one of the first things him and Demi had figured out that they had in common, and before they were even together romantically, he had promised her a trip to Irish coasts and castles. And finally, months after they had first gotten together, they were finally here, more in love than ever. Conor knew that their way of getting together wasn't exactly looked fondly upon, but he didn't regret it. If it hadn't of happened, he wouldn't have ended up with Demi. She was the light of his life, and every morning, when he rolled over, opened his eyes, and saw her face? Well, those were the highlights of his days. The warm steam from the shower was creeping into the main room, the heat warming him delightfully. He considered going into the bathroom, -it's not like it had never happened before- but he heard the water turn off. He lifted his eyes momentarily off of the TV screen, where they were starting to glaze over, even if he wasn't watching.
A smile grew to stretch across his entire face as she entered the room, and he brushed his red hair out of his eyes. "Oh, um. I don't know. I'm not really watching it, to be honest." He sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows so his attention was focused on the girl. He bit his lip a little as she dropped her towel, looking for a longer time than was really considered polite, but it would be wrong to not appreciate his girlfriend's perfect looks. He laughed softly to himself, watching Demi dress. His smile grew as she looked up and smiled at him, and he reached out his arms and beckoned softly to her. "Come here, baby girl." He encircled his arms around her small waist, pulling her into him and kissing her hair. He didn't know what he would do without her. Anyone who even remotely knew Conor knew that he was completely head over heels for her. See, Conor had always been the heartbreaker, all his life. He had a fascination for people's minds, and he found the easiest way to learn about them was to get with them. So he went from girl to girl, never letting himself get emotionally attached. But with Demi it was different. He didn't wake up feeling sick of her, he woke up even more in love with her, each and every day. He scooted back a little from her, so he could see her face, but kept his grip tight around her. "So. It's our first day here. Where to first?" Conor really wanted to go explore abandoned castles with Demi. But in all honesty, it would probably lead to inappropriate acts, and he would feel bad doing things in historical monuments. But that was okay.
He kissed her nose quickly as she flopped around and laid her head on his chest. Jesus, she was so cute. He could just sit back and watch her. Was that creepy? Oh well. Love was a little creepy at times. He chuckled at her ever so socially polite nickname for him. "Nah, I took one before you woke up, Ms. Sleeping Beauty." He pretended to be mad in having to wait for her, but he really didn't mind it. It gave him time to collect his cool, because he bet he was a lot more likely to pee himself than Demi. Conor knew how to control himself, most of the time, but on the inside he was a bundle of nerves. Especially now. This trip had to be absolutely perfect in every way, because that's all that Demi deserved. Perfection. He tried to lighten his mood out of the nerves, but Demi did it for him. He couldn't help but laugh. "You're much cuter than a Chihuahua, though." He playfully barked and ducked his head, kissing her neck before rolling out from under her and landing on his feet across the bed. "I'm ready for adventures, Ms. Even! Are youuu ready?" He put on his faux obnoxious voice, knowing that it was really more irresistible than obnoxious, which was kind of the point. He scooped Demi easily up into his arms and kissed her passionately before swinging her back down to her feet and slipping his arm around her as he grabbed his messenger bag and led her out of the hotel room. There weren't elevators in the old manor, so they descended down the old-time stone staircases, and Conor couldn't help but feel like they were in a fairytale. But really, that's how he always felt when he was around his Demi.
A smile grew to stretch across his entire face as she entered the room, and he brushed his red hair out of his eyes. "Oh, um. I don't know. I'm not really watching it, to be honest." He sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows so his attention was focused on the girl. He bit his lip a little as she dropped her towel, looking for a longer time than was really considered polite, but it would be wrong to not appreciate his girlfriend's perfect looks. He laughed softly to himself, watching Demi dress. His smile grew as she looked up and smiled at him, and he reached out his arms and beckoned softly to her. "Come here, baby girl." He encircled his arms around her small waist, pulling her into him and kissing her hair. He didn't know what he would do without her. Anyone who even remotely knew Conor knew that he was completely head over heels for her. See, Conor had always been the heartbreaker, all his life. He had a fascination for people's minds, and he found the easiest way to learn about them was to get with them. So he went from girl to girl, never letting himself get emotionally attached. But with Demi it was different. He didn't wake up feeling sick of her, he woke up even more in love with her, each and every day. He scooted back a little from her, so he could see her face, but kept his grip tight around her. "So. It's our first day here. Where to first?" Conor really wanted to go explore abandoned castles with Demi. But in all honesty, it would probably lead to inappropriate acts, and he would feel bad doing things in historical monuments. But that was okay.
He kissed her nose quickly as she flopped around and laid her head on his chest. Jesus, she was so cute. He could just sit back and watch her. Was that creepy? Oh well. Love was a little creepy at times. He chuckled at her ever so socially polite nickname for him. "Nah, I took one before you woke up, Ms. Sleeping Beauty." He pretended to be mad in having to wait for her, but he really didn't mind it. It gave him time to collect his cool, because he bet he was a lot more likely to pee himself than Demi. Conor knew how to control himself, most of the time, but on the inside he was a bundle of nerves. Especially now. This trip had to be absolutely perfect in every way, because that's all that Demi deserved. Perfection. He tried to lighten his mood out of the nerves, but Demi did it for him. He couldn't help but laugh. "You're much cuter than a Chihuahua, though." He playfully barked and ducked his head, kissing her neck before rolling out from under her and landing on his feet across the bed. "I'm ready for adventures, Ms. Even! Are youuu ready?" He put on his faux obnoxious voice, knowing that it was really more irresistible than obnoxious, which was kind of the point. He scooped Demi easily up into his arms and kissed her passionately before swinging her back down to her feet and slipping his arm around her as he grabbed his messenger bag and led her out of the hotel room. There weren't elevators in the old manor, so they descended down the old-time stone staircases, and Conor couldn't help but feel like they were in a fairytale. But really, that's how he always felt when he was around his Demi.
