Post by zack on Dec 2, 2010 0:26:09 GMT -6
ZackIanWalsh
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
The birth certificate says Zachary Ian Walsh. I go by Zack. Nothing else.
“Next question, how’s school?”
First I went to Burton Elementary for kindergarten through 8th grade. Grades were quite good, considering I never failed anything. OCD’s a bitch. I did one year at Rince Community High School before things fell to crap. Again, grades weren’t exactly a problem. It was the people. Why am I always surrounded by morons? If I could be by myself there wouldn’t be any problems.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
I read a lot. Excessively, I guess you’d say. Back home I used to practically live at the town library. The only place where anyone would leave me alone. It was actually a pretty decent building. All old-fashioned and bright… Yeah, I know. Not really the sort of place you’d picture me, huh? Was better than home though.
When I didn’t read or hang around the library, I’d usually just sit in the park. I enjoy people watching. You’d be amazed at some of the things you can catch people doing when they don’t think you’re watching. They never know I’m there. I’m good at invisibility.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
Friends? Well, to be honest I didn’t have any. Most people either didn’t like me, or I decided they weren’t worth my time. There was this one kid in my math class, but he moved away. Never made contact again. I guess I freaked him out.
As for family, I live with my dad, Evan, and my uncle Brian. Mom died when I was six. I don’t really remember her much. Evan’s works at some research facility or other, so he’s never home. When he is, all I ever hear is how I’m an imperfect wreck. Brian lives with us as my baby-sitter. Personally, I wonder which of us is actually the child. He’s a prankster, and I’m his favorite victim. The man needs a life. And cooking lessons.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
I’m fairly normal, I guess. I’m quiet and don’t like to be bothered. I’m also smart. Like, genius level IQ. It makes things difficult. You try being stuck with teenaged idiots for 8 hours of the day and then having to go home to adults who act like 5-year-olds. Can you really blame me for losing my temper?
Speaking of which, I’ll admit to having a rather nasty temper. It’s part of why I avoid people. I scare myself when I get mad. I may not look like much, but I’m rather violent. I’ve never hurt a person. I try to aim for inanimate objects. Doesn’t always work though.
Other than that, I’m diagnosed with a few disorders. I’m sure you’ve been informed of those. If not, I won’t be telling you. (OCD, Bipolar, Anxiety) I like to keep things to myself.
As you can probably see, I’m rather small. I think I’m 5’4” and barely over 100 pounds. I blame the fact that no one in my house can cook. I don’t like going in the sun and if I do, I’ve always burned. My hair’s naturally dark and I enjoy not being able to see out of my right eye. My vision’s really weak in that one anyway.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
First of all, I’d like to say most anything I’ve gotten in trouble for is a false accusation. I never assaulted anyone. That kid over exaggerated. I merely his him with a book. Besides, he and his friends started it. I just got blamed because his parents paid the school lots of money. It’s happened a few times. God forbid I didn’t participate in any sports or anything.
I’ve also gotten loitering and trespassing. Everything in my town closed at sunset. I didn’t have anywhere better to go, so I stayed.
I’m getting sent here for theft and driving without a license.
“Why did you do it?”
As I’ve said, the so-called assault was because I was provoked and technically speaking, we could call it self-defense. I just wanted to be left alone. The other times I did it were for the same thing. I just lose control sometimes. It happens to everyone, right?
I’ve stayed in places I shouldn’t have been in because I just didn’t want to be home. Unfortunately, I tended to break curfew plenty of times and people don’t like seeing the kid dressed in black hanging around the playground.
I borrowed my father’s car because I wanted out.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
Worst thing I’ve done? Well, I could say what I’m sure you hear all the time and probably expect. I got caught. That is what they all say isn’t it? I don’t see any reason to tell you more. You’ll probably try to throw me back in therapy for it or use it against me. Ask someone else.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
I got a perfect score on my ACT practice I took for fun. It was nice to see my dad smiling for once. Hell, even the school was pleased with me. Pity they all forgot about it a day later. I still have my score sheet though. Just in case anyone asks.
"Got any vices?"
I like pain. I’ve cut and burned myself a few times. I avoid the drugs and alcohol though. I like my brain cells. They set me apart at least a little.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Again, I don’t really want to tell you. I guess I don’t have a choice though. Sometimes I wish I would have tried harder to please everyone. Not have been so easy to break. Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck here. It’s up to you to decide if I’m lying or not.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
About a week into my sophomore year of high school I got into a bit of trouble at school. See, I’d already been kinda freaked out. I’d gotten my first ever C. I tried to leave the school to just get away from the people. Instead, they called security on me. I let them take me because I didn’t feel like actually fighting anymore, but as soon as school got out I took off. I knew I wouldn’t be able to face Evan and what he’d do, so I packed my things and took his car. I don’t know where I was going, to be honest. I don’t even know if I was thinking. If I had been I doubt I would have taken the car. That was how they caught me. Evan called in the license plate and a missing persons report. It probably didn’t help that I’m only 15…
I was recommended by the court and my therapist agreed.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
I don’t know. I’ve been told it’s the right place for little (expletive deleted)s like me. Personally, I find myself to be above the others here. I mean, at least my brain functions. I’ve never gone out of my way to get into trouble either. It just finds me.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
I was born. Life sucks. I’m here.
I was born to Jocelyn and Evan Walsh, both scientists. They were in their thirties when they had me, so apparently I was like a miracle baby or something. I was still a month premature though. I don’t believe the whole miracle thing. Mom left work when I was born and didn’t return until I started kindergarten. I was put into accelerated programs at school, but that doesn’t win you friends. Three years later, mom died in a lab accident. According to my dad, I became withdrawn then. All I remember was him putting more pressure on me and uncle Brian moving in.
Have I mentioned that I really don’t like Brian? He’s like an overgrown kid. No maturity whatsoever. He tried to be friendly to me, but didn’t seem to realize that I don’ want to be his friend. That’s not his responsibility. He’s supposed to be a stable adult.
I guess around 7th grade things started getting really bad. People started messing with me more than before and I found out just how nasty my temper could get. I also started hurting myself around that time. Dad saw the marks and gave me a rant about how he was disappointed. It wasn’t until I was careless and a teacher saw, that I was sent to therapy.
High school, or at least the small amount I’ve done so far, hasn’t been much better.
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Walsh, Zachary I.
Race: White
DOB and Age: June 6th, 1995
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 15. One month.
Grade: Sophomore
Health issues: Asthma, anxiety disorder, bipolar disorder, OCD, anemic.
Other: Gay, afraid of the dark, likes the taste of blood,
Race: White
DOB and Age: June 6th, 1995
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 15. One month.
Grade: Sophomore
Health issues: Asthma, anxiety disorder, bipolar disorder, OCD, anemic.
Other: Gay, afraid of the dark, likes the taste of blood,
Your name: Randi or Zack.
How you found us: An ad on my usual site
Code word in the Rules: Admin Edit
Play by: Alex McKee for now.
