Post by paxton on Jul 26, 2011 18:19:04 GMT -6
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“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
I'm sure we've already been through this, but since you insist on knowing my name again then I guess it won't kill me to answer, again. My name is Paxton Elijah Taylor. Yes I know it's the stupidest name a person could have, but my parents absolutely adore it. Witness my sarcasm. I hate my name, I wish I could change it, but whatever, I prefer you to call me Pax.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
My high school career? Did you seriously just ask me that? Let's see, um, I went to Wesley Heights Academy my freshman year, then I got kicked out for fighting, oh and I vandalized the school. Then I went to Westwood Academy and made it to the middle of my sophmore year before I got expelled for dealing drugs to freshman. My last school was Antonio's Military Academy. That didn't last long. I purposely got expelled from there. That school was stupid as hell. My parents must have lost their minds sending me there. I hated it. Waking up early mornings, getting my head shaved, wearing uniforms. Like I said, stupid as hell.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
Most of the time I just swim. It's the only thing I'm good at. My mom says that it helps me stay out of trouble. If I'm not swimming I'm hanging out on the back alley with my friends. Or playing my guitar. That's the second thing I'm good at. Besides that, I've got nothing.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
My friends are my family. My parents are nothing to me. They put me in Military school and got me sent here. Had they been better parents I wouldn't be here right now. They're a bunch of failures. My friends, they're cool. I like them. They stick with me through thick and thin. I like to keep social for when I'm, you know, doing stuff. I only have one best friend, McKenzie. He's older than me by a few years, but he's like a brother. Are we done yet? Can I go?
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Another question...how many more do I have to answer before we're done? Anyway, what's to say about me? I mean, we're face to face, are you blind? I have dark brown curly hair which I'm starting to think needs to be cut. Bright blue eyes and I think I'm 5'11. Give or take an inch. I'm fit as you can see, as I said before I swim, so I have to work out so I don't sink to the bottom and drown.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
Heh, of course. I'm a natural born troublemaker and I love it. Back when I was ten I broke into my neighbor's house. It was just ready for the taking. They were out on vacation and my parents were on a business trip. They didn't know I'd already been stealing stuff, but they'd soon find out after I caught and spent the night in jail while they came back to pick me up. They were furious. Not even six months later I was car jacking. One of my high school friends McKenzie taught me and then I learned how to hot wire. It was complicated but then it got easy. When I was twelve I was in the drug industry McKenzie got me started. I started with small stuff. Running errands for him, counting cash when he didn't have the time, keeping track of his dealers. I was doing well. I was like second in command.
Everything got messed up when I was about to turn fourteen. McKenzie and I were out dealing in one of the back alleys when we got stormed by cops. Someone snitched. Mac ended up getting me out by boosting me over the gate, but he got caught and arrested. His arrest was in vain because the cops saw my face. I was pissed. Arrested again. I spent a year in juvie and six months in community service. Got off on 'good behavior.' Once I got out I got into not only drug dealing, but drugs themselves. I lasted a good while, but with the drugs came competition and fights and expulsion until I landed myself here.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
The worst thing I've ever done is getting the only person who gave a shit about me arrested for 10 years. McKenzie was and still is my best friend. Mom and dad hate his guts but they were there. Always out on business trips. McKenzie gave me something to live for and I screwed him over by getting him caught. If I could go back, I'd have been a distraction to lead the cops away from him, but I guess you can't change the past now can you.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
What is there to be proud of? I'm a complete screw up. I vandalize and deal for the fun of it. Is that suppose to be something that I can go around boasting about? When I think about it, that is something to brag about, to friends, but you're an adult and probably think I should be locked up in prison. Whatever, my music is what I'm proud of. I've been playing since I was seven. One day I'm going to start a band. Me and a few friends started a little group, but nothing serious. Mac got me a few hook ups on stage to play and a lot of people liked the music. Those where some of my best days.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
Um, drugs, specifically ecstasy. I like how I can get high and not give a damn about anyone or anything around me. Especially when I'm feeling down in the dumps. You know, it lifts my spirits. Other than that I'm free of problems. I don't fool around with coke or heroin. I can deal with seizures every now and then, but I'd rather not be brain dead.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Maybe I could add my parents into my life. They're never around. I probably would have turned out better. I know what I do is wrong, but I need some attention. And it's the only way to do it. I was never good in school. My grades are below failing and I'm an only child so the expect the best and I can't give them that. If I could be smarter to please them, then yes, I would change. But why do I have to change for them? Why can't they adapt to help me.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Uh let's see, fourteens years old, selling cocaine on the back alley next to a group of prostitutes. Fourth time getting arrested and Military school wasn't helping. I got worst. I got violent, I started using Ecstasy, obsessing over it.I screwed up when I was high and dealing. The cops were undercover patrolling, I didn't know. Too high to care I started to sell to them, they tried to arrest me, I ran of course. I cut through and alley of older drug dealers, but the cops had called in back up. I panic, I swiped a gun and I let loose. No one got hurt, but you know how the law is. The cops recommended me, said that you guys could help, Mom and Dad were sick of putting up with my shit and agreed to it.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
If I say no, you'll still lock me up in here. This is my last stop before prison. That would be fun , not. After all the crap I've done, I guess I do deserve to be in here, even if I don't want to. I don't need your help. I don't need rehabilitation. There's not help for me, so why even bother? Again, can I go now. I'm tired, I'm sick of talking, and I want to go home and pop a few pills so I can forget I was ever here.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Why do we keep going through this? I already told you my life story. I've been a screw up for as long as I can remember. My grades have never been good, my parents are never home to care for me. I had to go somewhere. My friends were all from the wrong side of town, my life is a roller coaster of disaster. I've robbed, I've vandalized, but I hit rock bottom with drums. Hell, the only thing I'm missing is S*x. I'm a rocking druggie and I wouldn't change it for the world.
On top of all that I've been kicked out of three schools, and arrested four times. What more do you want from me? If I go any further I'll be laid out on some stretcher. What else would you like me to tell you. I'm a compulsive liar. So I may have been lying to you the entire time and you not even know it. Anyway, I think I would have gotten off better had I not met McKenzie, but like I said, he gave me something worth while. My parents didn't give me attention and he did. This is their fault!
Taylor, Paxton, E. :
Race: White
DOB and Age: Sept. 12, 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 15 1.5 years
Grade: 11th
Health issues: Occasional seizures, only because of the drugs.
Other: He's not all that bad. Ecstasy is his only problem, but with his access limited, he'll work on his music to pass the time, maybe.
Race: White
DOB and Age: Sept. 12, 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 15 1.5 years
Grade: 11th
Health issues: Occasional seizures, only because of the drugs.
Other: He's not all that bad. Ecstasy is his only problem, but with his access limited, he'll work on his music to pass the time, maybe.
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