Post by DARREN MICHAEL VOORHEES on Mar 12, 2009 15:38:14 GMT -6
Darren Michael Voorhees[/i], shut your lips[/b][/color]
DO THE HELEN KELLER AND TALK WITH YOUR HIPS[/color][/font][/center]
"Not particularly, no. I mean, I know Darren means Great and it's Irish, but Other than that no. I was named after my uncle."
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"Male, last time I checked, but uh... you can take a gander, if ya like."
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"Well, I just turned twenty three last December. That's right, ladies - I'm a Sagittarius."
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
"Actually, I was born in Randall, Minnesota, but we moved here when I was about three, so that my mother could be with family. Been here since."
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"The last time I measured myself, I was just six feet. I really don't know exactly how much I weigh, though. I'd say, hmm... about one-eighty, one-eighty-five."
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"Just ladies, for me."
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"Good personality traits? I'd say, I'm pretty easy to get along with. Even in high school, I was never labeled with a certain clique; I just seemed to get along with everyone. I also have been told I'm a pretty good sketch artist, though I only do it for me. Other than that, I'm a decent boat mechanic - which is good, because around here if you can fix things up and fish, you're set."
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"I'm not so great at confrontation. I don't believe in fighting unless you're defending yourself. Also, I can't build decks to save my life."
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"I'm open to a lot of things. I'll try anything once, just to see if I dig it. I'm content with my quiet life, though."
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"The big city. I suppose you can say I'm an elder soul; just like my pop. It's just too much to handle, and a lot of it is just non-sense, if you ask me."
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"Losing someone close to me is one of my greatest fears. Other than that, not being able to stand up to my parent's expectations - I hate to disappoint."
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"Nah, nothing more than the norm. I plan to marry, have a few kids of course, but everything else - I like just the way it is."
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"The guy that I call my father, isn't my blood. The truth is my dad beat my mom pretty good back in Minnesota, so we came here to get away from him. I didn't know until I was nine, but I'm not sure who else does."
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"I'm pretty laid back, I suppose. I like the tone of lifestyle here, which is calm. I fit. I'm very determined, but in my own way, and I'm a great bud."
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"Just a great personality. It helps if she takes good care of herself, and confidence is always a must."
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"I can't stand when a person tries to be something they're not, just to fit in. Being yourself is the best way to go, because you'll always know who loves you for you and not who you pretend to be."
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"Sounds good to me, darlin."
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"That one's easy. French Fries and Bud."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"Movie, I'd say American Psycho. I'm not really one for Television shows."
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"Our Lady Peace."
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"Any kind of blue."
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
"And thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ, and seem a saint, when most I play the devil.."
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"Well, my parents are Clint and Bethany Voorhees. Dad's a fisherman and mom has her own little boutique shop on the walk. He's my step-father, but he's all I've ever known."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"Not that I'm aware of."
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"When I was thirteen, my dad took me out on the boat with him for a few months. Scared the hell out of me, but it was the best summer vacation of my life."
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"Seeing my mother in tears when my real father found out where we lived. Nothing ever came of it, though."
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Anytime."
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COOP
WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OOH, WILL NEVER LEAVE ME WOO OOH
DON'T TRUST A HO, NEVER TRUST A HO, WON'T TRUST A HO
'CAUSE THE HO WON'T TRUST ME[/color][/font]
HOWEVER, SHE HAPPENS TO BE ONLY TWENTY TWO YEARS OLD
AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT ONLY HAS EIGHT YEARS OF EXPERIENCE WITH THIS.
IF I CHANGE MY MIND I'LL BE SURE TO CONTACT YOU ON PM
TO HIT YOU UP IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. HOWEVER, THAT'S ONLY IF YOU
CAN PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'LL BE WORTH MY TIME.
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Kemper watched as his best friend made her way toward him. He sat there in that red chair of his, his hands on the arm rests and his legs straight in front of him, and before him she stood. Autumn was the kind of girl who just by looking at her bright white smile, you could tell she was more than a little extraordinary. She was soulful, beautiful, leering. You couldn't help but stare her way and become over protective when you notice another doing the same. Well, at least that was the point in Kemp's case. He was drowning in her personality since the moment she took his picture.
"Autumn, I uh..." Kemper started, but was interrupted by a sudden case of studdar and cold feet. He wanted to tell her, he needed her to know, but everytime he opned his mouth, the wrong things came out. And then more as he continued with his lie. He knew things would change, that things would be different...was he ready for that? Was she ready to know? "What is it, Kemp?" He heard the angelic scratch of her voice singing to him. God, she was an Angel. The only girl in the world he could be himself around and at that moment his heart skipped a beat; the feeling of her hand around his shoulder as she took her normal place on his lap. But this..this was different. the way her fingers stroked the back of his neck; the look she gave him as she crossed her legs upon him. Oh, God her scent. Vanilla waves of wonderful.
"Well, I uh...I don't..." He studdered again. What a fool he must look to her; what cowardess. A shortlived chill ran up his spine as she slowly brought her hand around his neck and carressed his unshaved cheek. He could swear he shaved this morning. "Shh..." Her lips whispered, before making their way to his. A feeling he had yearned to feel; a warmth he wasn't soon to let go of, as he returned the kiss. The moment didn't last, though- as this brunette beauty pulled away from his lips and removed herself from his lap with only the offering of her hand in return. And as he laid his eyes upon her, he had no choice but to take the hand that led them into his bedroom.
The walls were different. A different shade of brown, but he paid it no mind. The girl he had been yearning for; a girl he knew inside and out, was directing his attention to herself as she laid herself on his bed. nothing unusual. It wouldn't have been the first time she had led him in there, and laid on those very sheets. Yet, this would be the first that she had taken him by the back of his neck and pulled him along for the ride.
"Autumn, I don't think..." His words were interrupted by her lips once more. He let it go. No thought of his at this moment was worth it. As she removed her lips from his once more, her jacket went along with it. Followed by her shirt, and then her skirt. As he looked down beneath him at this bouncy haird beauty, her bright eyes looked back up at him. A reflection of green from his own eyes gave him a feeling as if he had somewhere else to be as she pulled the shirt from his body, and pressed their skin together.
"Autum..." He said lightly.
"Carter." She replied.
"Carter? What?" Kemper asked as he opened his eyes. A thin layer of sweat over his forehead, and a problem that only a cold shower could be rid of. Sitting up, he realized why the color of his room was different...He had been dreaming. His only thoughts being Oh My God related, as the sudden realization came over him. He wanted Autumn; body and soul...too bad it was a bit more body right now than soul.
"Jesus..." With another faint breath, Kemper stood up and made his way into the bathroom for a nice cold shower. Moments later, he re-appeared hair combed, redressed and still dumbfounded. Feeling dirty and unsatisfied, he made his way out his apartment door...
The black thunder of a car, made it's way to a stop in front of his best friend's home. He had a feeling he needed to be somewhere, and that place was standing right in front of him. A psyched out and about speachless Kemp, gagged up the courage to get out of that Impala, and with a normal look on his face, he made hsi way to the door as if nothing had happened at all. Pressing his finger on the doorbell, he waited for this very familar door to be answered.
"Well, hey there Kemper. Come on in." Mr. Ryker said with an average smile. At first he wasn't too fond of Kemp. With his reputation, and the fact that Autum was her daddy's little angel, the idea of her being alone in her room with a boy was unwelcomed. Kemp nodded, with a smile of thanks, as he walked in. The door being closed behind him. The two had an understanding now. Kemper wouldn't deflower his little angel, and Mr. Ryker wouldn't shoot him with a 12 gauge. Making his way past the old man, Kemp found his better half, standing in her kitchen. Little did he know, what she had for him when she turned around.
"Holy Balls..." He said alowed, two cups of Starbucks in hand, and in shock to her new look. It wasn't that he didn't like it, it was more like he wasn't prepared for it, but god, she was good in fishnet.
"Autumn, I uh..." Kemper started, but was interrupted by a sudden case of studdar and cold feet. He wanted to tell her, he needed her to know, but everytime he opned his mouth, the wrong things came out. And then more as he continued with his lie. He knew things would change, that things would be different...was he ready for that? Was she ready to know? "What is it, Kemp?" He heard the angelic scratch of her voice singing to him. God, she was an Angel. The only girl in the world he could be himself around and at that moment his heart skipped a beat; the feeling of her hand around his shoulder as she took her normal place on his lap. But this..this was different. the way her fingers stroked the back of his neck; the look she gave him as she crossed her legs upon him. Oh, God her scent. Vanilla waves of wonderful.
"Well, I uh...I don't..." He studdered again. What a fool he must look to her; what cowardess. A shortlived chill ran up his spine as she slowly brought her hand around his neck and carressed his unshaved cheek. He could swear he shaved this morning. "Shh..." Her lips whispered, before making their way to his. A feeling he had yearned to feel; a warmth he wasn't soon to let go of, as he returned the kiss. The moment didn't last, though- as this brunette beauty pulled away from his lips and removed herself from his lap with only the offering of her hand in return. And as he laid his eyes upon her, he had no choice but to take the hand that led them into his bedroom.
The walls were different. A different shade of brown, but he paid it no mind. The girl he had been yearning for; a girl he knew inside and out, was directing his attention to herself as she laid herself on his bed. nothing unusual. It wouldn't have been the first time she had led him in there, and laid on those very sheets. Yet, this would be the first that she had taken him by the back of his neck and pulled him along for the ride.
"Autumn, I don't think..." His words were interrupted by her lips once more. He let it go. No thought of his at this moment was worth it. As she removed her lips from his once more, her jacket went along with it. Followed by her shirt, and then her skirt. As he looked down beneath him at this bouncy haird beauty, her bright eyes looked back up at him. A reflection of green from his own eyes gave him a feeling as if he had somewhere else to be as she pulled the shirt from his body, and pressed their skin together.
"Autum..." He said lightly.
"Carter." She replied.
"Carter? What?" Kemper asked as he opened his eyes. A thin layer of sweat over his forehead, and a problem that only a cold shower could be rid of. Sitting up, he realized why the color of his room was different...He had been dreaming. His only thoughts being Oh My God related, as the sudden realization came over him. He wanted Autumn; body and soul...too bad it was a bit more body right now than soul.
"Jesus..." With another faint breath, Kemper stood up and made his way into the bathroom for a nice cold shower. Moments later, he re-appeared hair combed, redressed and still dumbfounded. Feeling dirty and unsatisfied, he made his way out his apartment door...
The black thunder of a car, made it's way to a stop in front of his best friend's home. He had a feeling he needed to be somewhere, and that place was standing right in front of him. A psyched out and about speachless Kemp, gagged up the courage to get out of that Impala, and with a normal look on his face, he made hsi way to the door as if nothing had happened at all. Pressing his finger on the doorbell, he waited for this very familar door to be answered.
"Well, hey there Kemper. Come on in." Mr. Ryker said with an average smile. At first he wasn't too fond of Kemp. With his reputation, and the fact that Autum was her daddy's little angel, the idea of her being alone in her room with a boy was unwelcomed. Kemp nodded, with a smile of thanks, as he walked in. The door being closed behind him. The two had an understanding now. Kemper wouldn't deflower his little angel, and Mr. Ryker wouldn't shoot him with a 12 gauge. Making his way past the old man, Kemp found his better half, standing in her kitchen. Little did he know, what she had for him when she turned around.
"Holy Balls..." He said alowed, two cups of Starbucks in hand, and in shock to her new look. It wasn't that he didn't like it, it was more like he wasn't prepared for it, but god, she was good in fishnet.
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THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
