Post by williamwilkins on Jun 12, 2011 5:55:22 GMT -6
WILLIAMPHILLIPWILKINS
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
My name is William Phillip Wilkins. Most people just call me Liam though. I guess my parents just liked the sound of it, never gave me any reason to think otherwise, and to be fair, I never asked. Couldn't be bothered.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
Good enough I suppose, when I turned up. Problem is, I didn't turn up all that often. I should have graduated last year, but alas, my truancy record held me back a grade in my sophomore year. School and me, we don't really fit. I get bored. When I was younger, my report cards always said “ William is a smart boy, if only he learned to apply himself” Guess I never really figured out how I was supposed to do that. Apply myself that is. I would try and make it through my classes, but the teachers would drone on and on, and my mind would start to wander, and before I knew it, I was asking to go to the washroom and not bothering to come back.
I usually have good intentions, but you know what they say about those. The best thing about this year, is that it is supposed to be my last. A senior, finally. I can't say that I won't be glad to be done with it. I can't see there being much difference between finishing off here, or my old public high school in Boston. The only real change is the uniforms and the dorms. I can't imagine this place will inspire me to be any less bored, or any more engaged.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
What didn't I do outside of school? I guess it was pretty average for the most part. I liked to chill with my friends, hit the gym, play some basket ball, bug my little brother, jam with my band (I've been playing drums for about 4 years now), and occasionally do some rabble rousing, maybe hit up a party or two. It was all very average. I guess I was a little more, how should I say it, bad ass, then some of my year mates, but really, it was pretty tame. Sure, we liked to add some beer, maybe a couple hits of E to spice things up, but all in all, it was normal things that a normal kid would do.
Then, there was of course, the girls. What can I say? I love the ladies. And they love me. Well, maybe not at first, but my accent and persistence usually wears them down. Pretty much any of the above activities were made better with the addition of someone from the opposite S*x. Hell, the entire reason I started playing the drums was to score. Everyone knows girls love a guy in a band. I guess you could call me a bit of a serial dater. Something about the chase, the wooing, just really gets me going, ya know?
Really, that's about all there is. See, pretty normal, right? I don't know what you expected me to say, maybe hoping to hear that I skinned kittens alive or something? Sorry guys, I'm not that much of a hard case.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
Where to begin. Well, I guess the best place to start is with daddy dearest. My dad's no longer in the picture. He was not, and I'm sure is still not, a very good man. It wasn't uncommon for him to come home, stumbling drunk, and take a few swings at my mom, or my brother and I if we were around. Pretty typical story there, working class guy, married his high school sweetheart after he knocked her up (with yours truly). We never really could make ends meet, but for awhile he tried. I have a few happy memories from when I was a kid. Then Thomas came into the world, and I guess two kids was too much for the man. Instead of using our already meager household income to make things better for us kids, he started drinking it away.
I used to hate my mom. I could never figure out why she stand up to him, stand up for us. I thought she was weak. I never noticed when I was younger, how often she'd put herself in his path, distracting dad from Tom and I. It wasn't until I was a little older, wiser, that I saw the sacrifices she was making for us, so that we were spared the worst of things. When I was 13, I figured I was grown up, a tough guy. I wasn't going to let that asshole get to any of us anymore. So I put myself in his way when he was pushing my mom around. I ended up in the hospital with two broken ribs, stitches in my head and one hell of a concussion. That was the last straw for my mom I guess, seeing me like that. We were living just outside London at the time, and I guess she'd been squirreling money away, just in case. As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, she grabbed Tom and I, packed a few suitcases, and left. We ended up with my grandma in Surrey, who put us up for a few months, before we took our meager belongings and headed over the Ocean to Boston, where my mom had a couple of cousins. She saved us in the end. And worked like hell to make sure we had a roof over our heads and food on the table. That woman is my hero.
And now for Tom. I love that kid. He just turned 14, and is already smarter, funnier and better looking than me. He is just all around a good person. You know the kind of guy who just makes you want to be better? That's Tom. For some reason he idolizes me, no clue why. But it makes me want to get my shit together. Maybe its not cool to want to spend so much time with your younger sibling, but I could hang out with that kid all day, every day. I can and will destroy anyone who even looks at him the wrong way, consequences be damned.
I have a few really close friends. My boys and I were tight. I guess I didn't stray to far from home when it comes to friends. We all have similar backgrounds, same family shit going on. But they are solid guys. And I love 'em in a totally heterosexual, bromance kind of way. I've got a couple people I keep in touch with from back in the day when were in the UK. My best mate is still Charlie, even though we haven't seen each other in almost 5 years. Grew up next door to him, eventually I'm sure he'll make his way stateside, or I'll either earn, or steal enough to go visit him.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Would it be repetitive to say I'm pretty average? I'm 6'1, bout 160 pounds. I'm pretty athletic, not totally ripped or anything, but I'm in pretty decent shape. I've got darkish brown hair, went through a faze where I lightened it and wore it shaggy, thank god that's over. Not sure what I was thinking. I've been told by multiple people that my best feature is my eyes. They are a pretty light blue. I dunno, they look like plain old boring eyes to me. I've got a couple tattoos. Stupid things I thought were funny at the time. I've got a few scars too. Most of them aren't noticeable, just small things. You know, the kind you pick up from various bumps and scrapes over the years. The worst is on the side of my head, the souvenir my dad gave me. It's about 2 inches long, and jagged, like a lightning bolt. I like to think Harry Potter stole the idea for his scar from mine.
I don't really know how I would describe my mental stability. For the most part, I'm pretty laid back and easy going. I think easy to get along with, and I can honestly say, even though life has been tough, I'm perfectly happy with it. I do have a bit of a temper though, it's been known to flare up on occasion, but I'm pretty good at controlling it, providing it's not because someone is threatening people I care about.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
Nope. I think they had issues with me. I've had a few run ins with the law over the years. I've been busted a few times for public drunkenness, vandalism, truancy, loitering, disorderly conduct, that sort of thing. I got sent off to Juvie for 5 months when I was 15 for getting caught shoplifting and my license suspended after a DUI. The cops have broken up a few fights I got in, and there were a couple of minor possession charges. So yeah, all in all, I think it's safe to say there have been a few issues. Luckily, I never really got caught for the big ones.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
Huh. That's a good question. I don't really know. I've done some stupid shit, and yeah it was technically illegal, but aside from a few fights (which I swear, weren't even my fault) I've never hurt anyone. At least not on purpose. So I don't know what the worst thing would be. I guess it depends on how you define 'worst'. I suppose we could say what do I feel worst about doing. A couple of years ago, I was hanging with some friends, and we were more than a little bit shit faced. One of us got it in our heads to go for a drive. Thinking I was the least drunk, and therefore the most responsible, I got behind the wheel. We were cruising along, and I totally hit a dog. I didn't mean too, and I didn't see it in time to move. Worst part is, we just kept driving. I saw some kid putting up flyers for a lost dog a few days latter. I felt like a total asshole. Didn't say anything though, there really is no good way to say “Sorry kid, I think I accidentally killed Fifi.” Yeah, that is definitely the worst.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
Tom. I know, technically, I have nothing to do with how he turned out, but I am proud of that kid. Have I mentioned how smart he is? Straight A's. He's going to get somewhere. Gives me a big jolt of pride to be able to call someone that good my brother.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
You could say I have a couple of vices. Mainly beer and cigarettes. F*ck, pardon my French, but I have no idea how I'm supposed to survive here without smokes. I'll be going a little crazy. Aside from smokes, I don't think I'm actually addicted to anything. I like to drink and all, but I'm not an alcoholic. And my drug usage is strictly recreational. I can stop when ever I want, no problem. I guess you can also throw in the caffeine addiction. I'm pretty beastly without my coffee in the mornings.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Another hard one. I guess I would say nothing. My life hasn't always been great, but it's my life, you know? Maybe I could say getting caught. If I hadn't been caught, I could be around for Tom.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
God, this is so stupid, seriously, I was kicking myself when it happened. So, a few friends were throwing a party, and I was asked to bring some supplies. Easy enough, I'd done it a million times. So I gathered everyone’s money and called my dealer. I was heading to the party with a small fortune in pills and powder when I was pulled over. I was driving with that suspended license I mentioned earlier. So the cop comes over to hassle me about it. I was just pissed about the fine I was going to get, not even thinking about my glove box stuffed full of drugs. So when he asks to see the car's registration, I don't even think twice before I popped open the glove compartment to get the paperwork. And stupid thing starts spilling tablets out like mount freaking Vesuvius. Seriously, it was a F*ck my life moment. The cop looked like Christmas came early for him. Best part was, this was a stash not just for me, but for close to 50 people. There were more then enough narcotics present for the possession charges to be bumped up to possession with intent to traffic. I had just turned 18, it should have been jail time, especially with my rap sheet. But the judge took pity on me, or saw something in me, or was taking some seriously good shit herself, because instead of locking me up, she suggested this place instead.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
Yeah. I broke the law. I was caught. And this is way, way better than the alternative. It just sucks to have to be away from my family.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Well, I thought it was pretty much covered, but I'll give it another run through. I was born in Essex, which is just outside of London. My dad was an abusive alcoholic who routinely used my mom as a punching bag. When he put me in the hospital, she'd had enough. Moved my brother and I away from him, eventually settling in Boston.
I've lived there since I was 14. Loved it. Made some awesome friends, started a kick ass band, got into a bit of trouble. Didn't learn my lesson the first time, and got in trouble again. Repeat that step a few dozen more times, and it'll take you right up to the present day. There. Is that enough for you? Or are you going to make me go into more details? Because as fascinating as I thought they were, you probably aren't interested in hearing about all my exploits, and if you are, I'm pretty sure you have access to my police records anyways.
Wilkins, William, P:
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: September 6, 18 years old
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: I'm 18, and started at the beginning of this year.
Grade: Senior (12)
Health issues: I'm pretty healthy, except for, god, it's embarrassing to say it, HPV. Can you keep that one quiet though? I'd rather not have everyone know.
Other: any other notes about the character
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: September 6, 18 years old
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: I'm 18, and started at the beginning of this year.
Grade: Senior (12)
Health issues: I'm pretty healthy, except for, god, it's embarrassing to say it, HPV. Can you keep that one quiet though? I'd rather not have everyone know.
Other: any other notes about the character
Your name: Sylvie
How you found us:Probaords
Code word in the Rules: Admin Edit
Play by: Harry Judd
