Post by chris on Nov 27, 2010 18:18:03 GMT -6
CHRISDAVIDROBERSON
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Christopher David Roberson. All call me Chris but I have no nicknames, mostly because I have no friends to give me any.
“Next question, how’s school?”
I was going to high school for my freshman year and did fairly well when I showed up to classes. I dropped out in the summer though and I am now missing a full year of school. I excelled in the sciences and technologies.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
After dropping out of high school I moved onto becoming a lock picker full time. I have always had a talent at picking locks and as strange as it sounds it is an obsession and a talent to get good at it. I like keeping busy with my hands, fixing cars, even cleaning, I am really good at it instead of reading from a book to learn things.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
Both of my parents are University English Professors that teach at Brown University. They are stuck up snobby, and expect to much from their children. My two sisters have never had a problem being mindless drones to their lectures about how to be such an upright citizen but I refuse to fold to their brainwashed condition. They have never understood me but refuse to give up, as if I will ever care about them again. Still they keep saying they ‘refuse’ to give up on me.
As for friends, I have no friends. I get along with nobody. In many ways I am purposely trying to push people away. Nobody is quite to sure why but none of them realize that I am afraid of having any friends because I would make a bad one. I push people away by being a bully.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
People have a hard time understanding me because I refuse to let them read me. From the outside I look like a sociopath who is ready to destroy anyone in my path but
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
When I was only eleven years old I found a way to pick a lock and steal a large sum of money from a store. This grew even larger as I started to go for larger amount of money and more dangerous places. I’ve stolen money, cars, jewelry, electronics, and anything else my fingers wanted. When I was caught and arrested I escaped the handcuffs I was put into, the police vehicle I was soon after put into, and then the cell I was held in inside of the small Rhode Island town I lived in before being caught again and put under constant surveillance.
“Why did you do it?”
Well that is a very complicated situation and part of the reason I was sent to the school recommended by the prison warden. As straight forward as I pretend to be I am complicated. I didn’t grow up in poverty or an abusive home, in fact my family has been very loving and my two siblings have turned out ‘fine’. Since I was young though I’ve always been causing trouble just for the sake of doing it. Psychologist are determined to think that I want to cause attention but in the end I usually just wish to be left alone. I just say I did it because the items were there left there for me to take. The security obstacles in my way were just a fun challenge.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
I may have stolen millions of dollars worth of property and money since I was a pre-teen but I feel the worst thing I have ever done is hurt other people. I am a bully and sometimes too sensitive so sometimes my temper easily flares and I hurt others physically with my strength and mentally with my harmful words. One time I beat a person in the prison to a pulp for gang related purposes, I hurt him pretty bad and still feel bad about it now.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
I got arrested because I successfully went down to Atlantic City and stole over one million dollars from a Casino vault. It took an extensive investigation and over 6 months to find me. I’ve broke into somebody nobody else could, through some of the most advanced security systems in the world. The whole event I did virtually alone except for arrival and pickup and the investigation still cannot fully determine all the answers. That I will always be proud of.
"Got any vices?"
The biggest vice I have is my zero people skills. I loose my temper easily at others.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
I wish I could make friends, be the mr. cool instead of the delinquent everyone is afraid of. I’ve never ha a real friend before but I hear nice things about it and it gets lonely quickly. The problem is I have terrible people skills, I always have. Change isn’t easy for me though, for the past five years I have gone from place to place, street to shelter, nice to the meaning, and just time to protect myself, no time to actually discover myself. Now that I am here I feel like things can slow down a little, making a friend would be amazing but I do not see that happening, I am too nasty.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
As stated before, I have been involved in robbing all kind of objects and places since I was young. It is a natural born talent to steal anything in any situation. The people that tell me something is impossible to steal something are just giving me a challenge, which is how I got involved in what sent me here.
Stealing cars, bikes, and other expensive things for one gang who paid a lot of money the cocky gang leader in Trenton, New Jersey requested to see me. When I told him that I could do anything he challenged that I could never break into an Atlantic City Casino vault. It was something he said while we were both drinking at a club and should have been forgotten about but my challenge was set and it took me two weeks to come up with a plan. After a long series of events, most of which I still refuse to answer questions for, I successfully entered the vaults of the Taj Mahol Casino over one million dollars. I would have got away with the crime to but when I delivered the money in full to the gang leader he turned himself in and ratted me out in the process.
Charging myself as guilty, as I could avoid having to give explanations and being a bad liar, I was sent to a Maximum Security Prison in Illinois, the toughest in the country. I was put into the ward that dealt with gang related situations. While at the prison I reentered into school and did fairly well, cooperating with everyone except investigators for the corporation of the casino. The prison warden noticed that the detention center was not good for me, being around gang members the entire time was putting me into the wrong direction, so he recommended to the judge that I be sent here instead.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
That is a strange question. Do I deserve to be punished for what I did? Sure, I broke the law, realized it, and was caught because of a few rats. Of course the law should be punishing me. Should I be going to school though? Everything I learned I learned on my own and school has just been in my way, slowing me down. I really don’t want to be back in school and deserve a better education that isn’t just reading books if the government really wants me to be ‘rehabilitated’ because at this moment once I get out I will be back doing what I did before, just better at not getting caught. So in the end, yes I do deserve to be here, but it isn’t going to make a difference.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
I was born in Providence, Rhode Island where both of my parents were and still are University Professors of English at the Ivy League Brown. I was the middle child and the only boy of a family of three. My two sisters both did well at their studies and easily sucked up to my parents to get what they wanted. I was always the problem child who would get in fights at school and never get good grades in the subjects they wanted. Always having a love for animals, I was great at science, but I always hated reading and English so my parents were always angry at me. When I was young I had a cute dog that was my best friend, but having no friends at school and angry at me all the time they took away my dog, since they I have always been rebelling.
Never having any friends I had a lot of free time to do what I wanted to do. When I was eleven I grew an interest in picketing locks and into places. I started by robbing a small store closed for the night, robbing the vault of all the money they had. At that moment then I felt a lot of power as I came in possession of thousands of dollars but doing it more for the thrill of the moment I gave most of the money away to an animal charity after being successful. I continued to do this for a bit of time, along with learning how to break into cars and even hotwire them, although I would never steal the car because I would have nothing to do with it. I found people willing to pay me money to steal things and treat me like one of them, even if it was all just fake friendship. I didn’t know what real friends were.
Drifting away from school work I dropped out of school after my freshman year in high school two years ago and moved to Trenton where crime was high and my talent was needed. I met many dangerous faces there who used me. I knew they were using me but didn’t mind, I just loved my job stealing anything. Each new and harder job was a greater challenge. My biggest job came with a gang leader just starting out did not believe in my skills and challenged me to rob a casino vault considered impossible to rob in Atlantic City. I ended up carrying out the job on my own successfully. Exactly how is a still a little fuzzy but what is known is that I had drugged most of the guards getting there with a sleeping drug and I entered through the elevator shaft. I would have got away with it to but the money was traced back to the gang leader who in the end tried to cover his own ass by turning me in. When I was caught I pleaded guilty, knowing there was no way to get out of it. The corporations that designed the security system interrogated me a lot but I still refuse to give answers without any sum of money in return.
Going to a maximum security juvenile prison was the scariest moment of my life. Even if I did a lot of bad things in my life I was surrounded by tough gang members who bullied me every day, beat me to a pulp every other, and left me with a very helpless feeling. The security corporations paid for top lawyers to keep me locked away until I gave them answers. I ate poorly, my food stolen every day, and my health deteriorated quickly in the stressful environment. Eventually having enough I agreed to talk to the corporations a little. From the little I told them they agreed to have me on a salary to help them out and to get me out of the maximum security prison. I was transferred here under the prison warden in Illinois, under the recommendation of a judge, who decided this was a healthier environment for me to be in. Although the past year I went to high school inside of the prison I am still a year behind on my education from dropping out. They tell me this school can help me catch up on it in time though.
Coming here I do not want to start trouble but I am not going to be teachers pet either. I will probably be very quiet in large situations, use to the maximum security prison where if I speak up I will be beaten, but still have a bit of a cocky attitude coming in and not afraid to confront individual people, picking a fight if I need to. I am still fairly confused about the area I am in and trying to discover myself.
Roberson, Christopher D.:
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age:Sept 6th, Seventeen
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen and Seventeen
Grade: Sophomore
Health issues: Nose breaks easily, undergone surgery.
Other: None
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age:Sept 6th, Seventeen
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: Seventeen and Seventeen
Grade: Sophomore
Health issues: Nose breaks easily, undergone surgery.
Other: None
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