Post by maddie on Jun 12, 2011 23:22:20 GMT -6
DAMIENJAMESSUTTON
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
My name is Damien James Sutton. I don't have any nicknames, it's just Damien. Don't call me James. Apparently my mom named me after one of her friends who played a big role in her life or something. Who knows.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
I went to Warrier High, in Warrior, Alabama. I tried to drop out my freshman year to work on the farm, but my mom wouldn't let me. I made okay grades, I'm a senior now.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
I usually hung out with friends. In warrior there was nothin' to do, we could sneak into the bar there 'cause it's such a small town that no one cares what you do. I knew everyone, and they knew me. I went muddin' a lot with the boys and raised hell. We'd have bonfires out in the fields, and whatever. Drink beer. My dad let us party at the farm until my mom found out. Then she found out the other things I liked to do. Steal her pain medicine. Me and the boys would drive out to the next town, Henderson, and meet girls there. The ones in Warrior got old after awhile. I rode horses for my dad in my spare time, which I actually enjoyed.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but they're annoying as hell. Except for my dad that is. My mom, on the other hand, was uptight. She loved me and shit. She was always in my business from day one, or at least sinse my little brother died. Then until she died. Enough about them. My friends are all like me, rowdy. That's why I like them. Of course I pick who we all hang out with, we're like a gang pretty much. F*ck with us, we'll F*ck with you. My mom hates it, and she hates my friends. I could care less.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
I'd like to think I'm a great guy. The girls love my and I have pelnty of friends. Everyone's scared of me. Personally, I don't care about anyone but myself and my brother. I'm different then I was before he died, that's for sure. In some ways I think it was my fault, but I try not to think about it. Sometimes I swear he's with me. Maybe I'm just crazy. I have a temper that I can't control, I guess that's one of my faults. I'm a generally happy guy, except when I'm pissed off. I can't really explain myself too well. Everyone tells me I'm heartless sometimes, but that's just what they say. Just because I use girls doesn't mean I'm completely aweful, does it?
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
I use to never be in trouble with the law. When I was 15 I was drivin' my dad's truck, with my little brother in it. Unfortunately, I had been drinkin' with the boys. He told me to slow down, but I didn't listen. He was 12 at the time. He didn't really know what was wrong with me, he was never in the type of atmosphere that I was in growing up. He was a momma's boy. Anyways, I drove head on into the other lane and hit an oncoming car. An old lady was driving with her grandson. It killed them instantly, and all I rememeber was waking up to my brother screaming. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't move. I touched his hand after I finally mustered up enough strength to move, but he was already fadin'. I guess that's why I have so many problems now, with telin the truth and takin stuff that isn't mine. After that day, I began stealing from the local Piggly Wiggly. Bet you've never heard of that. Hah. I stole anything, just because I wanted to. When I got caught, my mother was heartbroken. She told me she didn't want anything to do with me. She moved out, actually. Then one night a few months ago I was alone at the barn doin' chores. My dad had left with his friend, Dane, and told me to finish up. I was cleanin' the horse stalls when I heard someone walkin' in the hallway. I always kept a shotgun by my side when I was alone there, we had a lot of people tryin' to steal things. I grabbed the gun, and stepped out. I didn't see who it was, I just closed my eyes and shot. Never in my live had I shot at someone. Yeah, I'd beat guys to a pulp but I would've never killed any ole' boy. There was no sound after the shot, it was silent. My stomach was hurting like nothing else. I slowly opened my eyes, and I had shot my mom. I didn't move, I didn't speak, I just dropped the gun. I didn't feel anything. Why should I? I couldn't change it. I turned around slowly and started cleanin' the stall again. Maybe I was just trying to block it out, but when the neighbors heard the gun shot they called the law. Within minutes they were there, and I was in cuffs. I refused to speak to any of them, and this is where I am today.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
I shot my mom, I mean hell.. I was scared. I love her, but I'm not sorry. She told me I didn't need to be in her life. I guess time took care of that. It wasn't on purpose, though, mind you. One time me and the boys were drinkin in Henderson, and I wanted this girl to come home with me. She refused, which pissed me off. When I drink liquor, I get pissed. I don't remember much, but I do remember carryin the girl to my truck and takin' advantage of her. I seen her the next day, she had a black eye. I think I did that. I felt kinda guilty, but I blamed it on the booze.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
I'm a hard worker. Dust til dawn, and I never quit. Workin' on the farm made me that way. I'm a believer in workin' for what you want even if it means givin' up a lot. I'm proud that I can't feel a lot of emotion, there's no point. If I did my life would be nothin' but pain. That doesn't make sense to most people, but I don't have to explain myself. I don't care. I'd wrather work all day than do anything else but the boys always use to drag me out with them.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
I drink a lot. Every day, sometimes all day. I dip, Grizzly Wintergreen. When I'm drinkin' though, I smoke. I don't call it a bad habit, I just go on with my life. It's not a big deal for me. My dad gave me my first beer and my first dip. I threw up a lot after dippin' though. I dip all day if I'm workin, and there's plenty of spit cups in my truck. Otherwise I don't have bad habits, I use to steal my mom's pain medicine. I'm over that now.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Everything that made me the way I am today. I'm ornary, and I don't deal with feelings too well. My favorite person ever, my brother, is dead. I don't have a reason to be a good example anymore. Everyone thinks I killed my mom on purpose, but I don't care. If you knew me you'd know I'm not that guy. F*ck em though.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Shootin' my mom. The law did. I've known the Sheriff all my life, and I still can't believe he really thinks I did that on purpose. Just cause I wouldn't talk doesn't mean I did it on purpose. I also can't belive my dad agreed to send me here, he needs me on the farm.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
Not at all. This place is a joke. I'm not a criminal of this type. Sure I stole some stuff, but I would never do anything else. I drink under age, whatever. Who cares? People don't get sent to fucked up places like this unless they're guilty. So call me guitly, I don't care anymore.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Well, I lived in Warrior, Alabama. My dad trains horses, and I usually helped him. I was a normal kid I reckon, I didn't really do anything bad. I went to school when I was a kid, made good grades. I started rodeo when I was in middle school. I rode bulls and roped a little bit. It was more of my thing then just trainin' the damn horses. I had one horse I rode, and that was it. I was pretty damn good, too. I stared High School Rodeo when I was a freshman, and made the finals that year right before the wreck. Afterwards, I still rode bulls and roped. My horse passed away a year later, so I quit ropin'. I've rode bulls til I shot my mom of course.
Life has always been pretty easy for me, I reckon. I got a dog when I as old enough to take care of one, I got my own horse, my parents payed for my stuff. I got my own truck when I got my liscense, whatever. I hung out with my friends when I wanted, did what I wanted.. as long as I worked on the farm when I was told to. I never betrayed my dad, and never lied. At least that he knows about.
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Sutton, Damien, J
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: 4/2/1992
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 18, a week
Grade: 12
Health issues: N/A
Other: any other notes about the character
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: 4/2/1992
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 18, a week
Grade: 12
Health issues: N/A
Other: any other notes about the character
Your name: maddie
How you found us: pb support
Code word in the Rules: Admn Edit
Play by: Brantley Gilbert
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