Post by Anthony Price on Dec 7, 2010 1:49:57 GMT -6
AnthonyMatthewPrice III
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Anthony Matthew Price III. People either call me Anthony or Tony. I was named after my father Anthony Matthew Price jr.
“Next question, how’s school?”
I was in public school in San Diego City schools. When my grades started slipping my sister decided to pull me out of public school and she put me in a private school .. it was called um .. Excelsior Academy. I don't like school, I don't really think I need to go to school to be in the family business my father started. So my grades are pretty much D's and F's right now.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
I hung out on the beach with a bunch of friends. -looks in a different direction- We would drink alcohol and do drugs. Mostly pain pills and Heroin. And when I wasn't at the beach me and Emma were at her house doing .. stuff. Her father wasn't really attentive so we could do whatever anytime. So it wasn't to long before I quit going to school.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
Me and My friends are pretty tight. I prefer just to hang out with Emma. She's different than most people. She doesn't want to get inside my head, to see my feelings. She doesn't care why I do the things I do. She just does what she can to make me feel better. There doesn't have to be questions. She's the one who introduced me to all these drugs that make me feel numb on the inside, and that's how I like things. As for my family, Well my sister Codelia raises me and my younger brother. And she's only -counts on fingers- seven years older than me which would make her twenty-three. And Jay he's 14, he's really good in school. We don't associate with each other much. There's just nothing to say. But Cordelia and I clash alot. We just don't see eye to eye on much. Mostly starting with our fathers business. She says nothing good can come of being in a world like that, 'She only took over because she had to provide for us.' I think thats a bunch of bull. She also doesn't like Emma or the things I do when I'm with her. She hates that I don't do good in school. She can't stand that I think there are better things to do with my time then sit in a classroom for six or seven hours and listen to someone boring talk.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Well physically I look like an athlete. My muscles are pretty cut. I also have some scars. Some from knife wounds while fighting with some guys. And a couple bullet wounds I got after being caught by some cops. I have a tattoo on my left bicep. Its a cross with my parents initials in it. Dark ink of course. I have one ear pierced three time. Twice in the lobe and again in the near top cartilidge. I wear small silver hoops in all of them, they're what you call a wire earring. It feeds into itself so theres no post or back to them. In the left ear by the way.I have blonde hair and dark blue eyes that stand out. And a great smile if you're lucky to see it. Mentally .. hmm well I have a short fuse when it comes to my temper. Even shorter now that I don't have my drugs. I'm not afraid to fight someone. Especially if their the ones starting it I'll finish it. I don't sleep much if any at all. Things I've seen haunt me in my dreams, like its burned there and it won't ever go away, would that make me mentally unstable? I don't really know .. I just know the drugs helped me stay awake or sleep so deep I didn't dream or see anything and now I don't have that.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
If I hadn't had any trouble with the law do you think I would be sitting here? Hmm lets see. I was brought up on charges of assault. Once or twice. No time just a fine and some community service. Then I was caught with some pain killers, and charged with possession and under age drinking, again no time just a fine and more community service. The last charge was the pushing point. I was brought up on charges of Assulting a cop, Resisting arrest, Attempted Murder and possession of an unregistered weapon and heroin. I was processed and held without bail until my trial. Now here I am.
“Why did you do it?”
There's really not much reason behind why I've done all this stuff. I have a temper so that gets me into fights. And I like drugs and drinking so I do them .. regardless of my age or whats legal. And well the last I just didn't want to be caught doing what I was doing. So when I was I was just going to take care of the witness and that didn't happen either. Again so here I sit.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
A cop busted me skimping off the top of a warehouse shipment that had some drugs in it, I almost had him beat, you ever wonder what its like to hold someone else's life in your hands? With the intent to kill them and clean up the mess so it'll seem like it never happened? Well I felt that. It was an amazing rush. It never once occured to me that he might have a partner somewhere around that warehouse. So as this cop was laying on the floor bleeding and begging for his life, his partner, a woman of course snuck up on me, after I shot at her I started running, I'm sure the only reason I'm alive right now was because she was the one shooting me. One bullet landed in the right side of my upper chest closer to my shoulder, and one in my stomach. Then she told me the only reason she was helping me was to keep me alive to pay for what I've done because really I deserved to die for what I had done, shooting her partner and all. Maybe she was right.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
Well before my mom died. She used to cook a lot. And she wasn't very motherly. So I found an interest in cooking. Then because I got to spend time with her doing it. She liked being in the kitchen. And well I found I did too. I learned how to cook a lot of things, and I even experimented to cook things other people didn't cook. So I guess that's what I'm most proud of. That I can cook like my mother once did.
"Got any vices?"
Doesn't everyone? I use drugs, Narcotics and Heroin. I drink alcohol as a recrational thing. It's not an every day problem, just when I'm with a group of friends like at a party. So I don't get drunk often. I do smoke but again thats only an occasional thing. I'm not a pack a day smoker. I might have three a day but I don't always have to have one. Would you consider S*x a vice? if so then that too. -advert eyes- contrary to some beliefs I've only been with Emma since we started hooking up. Even thought we said it'd be an open relationship. But I think that about covers all my bad habits.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
hmm just one thing? ... I guess losing my parents. Everything kinda spiraled out of control after that. Having them alive might have made my life turn out half way normal. Maybe I would have stuck with school or maybe I wouldn't have started using drugs. Me and my sister might get along better. We sure wouldn't be at odds with each other. And she wouldn't be trying to get rid of me right now. At least that's what it feels like. I wouldn't have a record with the law I'm sure. And I wouldn't have been convicted of attempted murder ... Can we just .. skip to the next question please?
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Like I said before. I got caught stealing some drugs from a warehouse by a cop. And I shot him. And I was about to take his life and dispose of him when his partner showed up and shot me. Then helped me live and sent me off to the hospital so they could patch me up so I could sit in jail for my trial. I bet my sister had a cow when she was called in the middle of the night. So I speant a few days in lockup the case was pretty air tight since both cops were alive and saw everything. So I was found guilty and since I'm so young the jugde told my sister about this place instead of sending me to prison, she said .. that there's still hope for me. And prison was an awful place to be for a kid.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Do I? I thought that was what you're interviewing me for. In my own opinion. No. I don't deserve a chace this good. Not for shooting a man. For even having the thought of killing him. And then to shoot at a woman. With the intent to kill her. I should be in prison for life. Can you really fix me? I think I'm far to broken. Beyond repair. What happens if you fail? .. Maybe next time the person shooting at me will just let me die. Rather than go to prison for what ever it is I might be doing. But to put it plainly .. No I don't deserve to be here. Its just god's honest truth.
As you know, the requirements to be admitted to B.A.D are rather strict. Tell me about your gift, it is the reason you got this spot, after all.
I'm not sure how to control it, but it usually comes when I'm angry. I can make like balls of fire to throw .. I can light things on fire with my fingers. I'm not sure what else will come of this yet I didn't even know I could do it until I sent a ball of fire in my sisters direction. Lucky for her it missed her and burned a hole in the wall instead of in her. So I guess being a trouble maker and a freak gets you sent here huh. Just what exactly am I supposed to do with this? Fight crime? F*ck that.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
Life before I turned 9 was great. I lived the life of luxury. My father was a business man who made tons of money. And my mother while she wasn't around much had great cooking. Cordelia seemed to be the one who always took care of me when I had a scrap or a bruise. But I spent most of my time in the kitchen with my mother. I was the one she was closest to. She liked cooking and liked that I was interested in it. So she would teach me and let me help her. Being in the kitchen and walks on the beach were our favorite things to do together.
One day after I had turned 9 my parents were killed leaving me with just my brother Jason and my sister Cordelia. I covered Jason's eyes mouth to make sure we made a sound as we hid. I saw everything that happened to my parents. This left Cordelia to take care of me and my brother at the young age of 16. Being so young it forced her into the very same business that killed our father to provide for us. I never told anyone I saw the faces of the men who shot my father, and who beat my mother and took her off and probably killed her when they were finished with her. This made me pull away from my brother and sister. I knew things that they didn't and couldn't understand. I didn't want to be in trouble for seeing something so when I was asked I lied. I just heard a gun shot like my brother did. That's what I told the cops and my sister.
At 16 after seeing what happened to my parents I couldn't sleep without seeing it over and over again. I had started hanging out with a different group of friends in highschool. They introduced me to drugs and told me it would be a great way to feel better about what ever it was that made me unhappy. To be specific in who got him so hooked, her name was Emma. She had this way of making me forget about everything, so to hear it come from her mouth I thought it to be true. So to try and forget all the horrible things I saw, I started drinking and doing drugs. Anything I could get my hands on. Which with the money I had was just about anything. Mostly I was into shooting heroine and narcotics.
I also wouldn't show up for classes anymore. It was like I never existed in school. I wanted to be high instead. It had been hard to attend school and deal with the people talking about you like you couldn't hear them. Besides I really didn't see the point in classes anyway, to survive in the world you had to be street smart .. they didn't teach any of that. I knew I would have to teach myself how to survive in the world but little did I know that the would was gonna knock me off his feet.
It knocked me off my feet for sure. I remember things so vividly. I had been taken by surprise so when I turned around I shot the man who surprised me. Then I saw he was a cop. A rookie I would guess. While I had my gun pointed at him he was begging for his life. Saying he was married and had a baby on the way and that if I just put my gun down nothing bad had to happen. Well I knew better than that. I would have still been in deep trouble for shooting him. So I was just going to get rid of him. Sure they would have looked for him but would they have found him was the question. And before I could pull the trigger his partner was behind me. She was the experienced one. I turned and fired at her. And I started to turn to run but she fired back. Hit me twice. I guess she does have good aim. So the hospital patched me up and then I was processed back into the system and spent a few nights in lock up. I was found guilty at my trial and recommended to this place.
Price III, Anthony, M:
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: June 7th 1994 -- 16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 16 -- just starting here.
Grade:sophomore
Health issues: Just sleeping problems
Other: None except for never telling about seeing what happened to his parents
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: June 7th 1994 -- 16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 16 -- just starting here.
Grade:sophomore
Health issues: Just sleeping problems
Other: None except for never telling about seeing what happened to his parents
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