Post by AIDEN ROSS SAWYER on Mar 2, 2009 20:02:23 GMT -6
aiden ross sawyer
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"my name is aiden ross sawyer. aiden is an irish name and it comes from my great grandfather, who was a shoemaker when he first came here to the united states. he was a great man and i'm told that i'm alot like him. so that's why i'm his namesake. i'm not sure who ross comes from, maybe my mother watched alot of friends when she was pregnant, and sawyer is an inheritance. people call me either aiden or tom sawyer. pick one."
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"i'm a male... i mean, what, do you want to check?"
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"i'm currently twenty-two and i was born on october thirtieth."
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
"i was born and raised in lawrence, kansas, until i was about twelve. then i was sent here to wells beach, maine, to live with my uncle, who died shortly after and left me his house and his money. i was his favorite nephew, after all."
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"i'm 6'4" and i weigh somewhere around 200 lbs, but don't fret, ladies, as most of it is muscle. when you come from a high class family that makes you get into alot of sports, you kind of start to build up in certain places. *grins* mhmm."
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"girls for the win. but i don't mind the occasional guy or two at the bar. i don't have alot of boundaries and gender isn't one of them. but i see myself with a woman for the long haul. so i guess i'm sort of bisexual. it depends on my mood and who's available."
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"flirting, drinking anyone under the table, being a handsome devil, treating a girl right, being good in bed, looking after little kids (not babies though, completely different story), telling people what they want to hear, being a director, staying single, and lying."
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"dealing with my past, formalizing relationships, saying what i really feel, remembering the little things, planning family dinners and events, sleeping through the night, living alone, breaking up with someone, getting all dressed up (ties cut my circulation and cuffs itch), and hosting parties as the main host."
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"rock music, clubbing, dancing, flirting, black and white films, cameras, photography, adult films, animal crackers (a great hangover remedy), and blasting music out of the stereo in the car."
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"women who are too easy, cheesy theme nights at nightclubs, being told what to do, mondays, the color white, hospitals, puppets, dolls, guys with a bigger ego than me, and country music."
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"i don't like hospitals, but i'm not sure that i fear them. puppets freak me out. my uncle had a room full of collectible dolls (probably from his daughters before they went off to college, he was straighter than me) and i sold them all on ebay. the hell with it."
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"yeah, of course. i hope to become a better director with alot of movies under my belt and to have a family of my own one day that isn't half as fucked up as mine."
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"well, i've directed an adult film or two. anything beyond that would incriminate me at this point, so use your imagination."
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"aiden would be best summed up as a tortured soul. he's seen as a wealthy player, who doesn't really seem to care about anything or anyone, but he has his moments when you wonder, who was this guy before he grew into this lifestyle? he always seems disconnected, like there's something else on his mind, or like he sees something that no one else can."
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"well, there's a big difference between a girlfriend and a one night stand. i don't really have much experience to speak from, since the last time i had a long-term relationship with someone was ages ago, but she would have to be strong around others, but vulnerable with me. preferably brunette, since i see myself losing interest in blondes after the night is over. yes, it sounds bad. she should have a pretty smile, an inborn maternal instinct, and she would probably worry about the little things more than i do. she wouldn't be afraid to get down and dirty like the boys, either fishing or camping, but still take her time to look nice while she's doing it."
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"someone who just doesn't understand me. if you want to be with me, you have to take me as i am. you can't expect me to change me, but you can expect for me to change for you. that's all i'm going to say cuz it's all you need to know."
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"are you trying to serenade me, interviewer?"
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"oh, i love food. a really good breakfast would steal my heart. one with sausage, eggs, bacon, muffins, etc. as for drinks, a little jack daniels goes a long way, my friend."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"equilibrium, and i don't really watch tv, it bores me."
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"alkaline trio and transplants."
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"gray, for its symbolism and drearyness."
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
"now the time has come, i just wish i could erase,
all the damage done to your name and your keepsakes
only just begun, it's been fun, we were blind, deaf, and dumb,
there's a party in my closet calling all skeletons."
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"my father's name is zachary sawyer and he's into alot of things, but he's rarely around. he travels alot for business meetings. my mother was an english teacher named jeanette sawyer. she fell into a coma years ago when she got into an accident with me in the car and passed away a few years ago. we had to pull the plug."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"i might have some half-siblings scattered about, who knows, but no, not that i know of."
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"well, when i was younger, i got to meet my great grandfather once. he was really old by then, but my family tends to have kids young, so he was still living. i only got to meet him once, but it was enough for me to admire the man eternally. he wasn't a jerk or an asshole or a big shot director. he was just a man. a great man."
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"the first night that i had to sleep alone in my uncle's house. i have night terrors, so i started to try and keep myself awake for as long as possible, in hopes of not having them. but whenever i would pass out, it would happen. i don't like being alone, i think that's why i always seek to bring someone back with me, even if i don't encourage them to spend the night."
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE JARED PADALECKI? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"really? about time. and no, i don't... i look better than him."
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lil
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 NINETEEN YEARS OLD
AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT ONLY HAS SIX 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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Zachary woke up in a cold sweat, bolting up on the floor with wide hazel eyes like a bat out of hell. Images of his mother lying still on a hospital bed and the incessant beeping of the monitor in the hospital flooded through his mind and caused a rough, choking sound to erupt from his throat in between gasps. He glanced over to see his half sister, Katherine, stirring slightly in her spot on his bed, but she didn't wake. She had agreed to keep him company throughout the night, eventually falling asleep on the couch and he'd carried her to his bed, taking the floor for himself. As long as she was near, he felt safe. It was childish, but he didn't want her to leave his sight. She was far too sweet, far too good, and he feared that someone would break her. He'd known her since he was little, when they visited each other's houses for a family dinner or something of that sort, but they'd never been close. Not until now.
Pulling the covers over her slim frame, he watched her for a moment in her peaceful slumber, before scribbling a note and leaving it on the nightstand by her phone, taking the door. He needed a drink to rid himself of the memories that he'd assured the therapist that he didn't remember. Of course, he couldn't be shit-faced drunk all the time, so that was a lie. But he tended to lie alot, about his feelings, about others, about everything. His sister didn't know that he was a notorious drug dealer in this town, nor that he'd taken place in directing a few adult films. She didn't really know him at all, but she still cared about him. And that was exactly why he treasured her, the naive angel sleeping in his bed, unaware of how many other women had been in her same spot, but with far different intentions.
The Rave was one of his favorite clubs. Maybe it was just the name and the way that it seemed to roll right off his tongue, but that was where he often got his fix. He wasn't dealing tonight, there had been a few cops lurking around the place in the last week, or so the bartender had informed him. He too was a druggie, so they all watched each other's backs. It was a very corrupted world, and when the Valmont name came into play, along with the wealth tied to it, you could guarantee yourself a wild ride. He grinned at a few women who had taken up the dance floor, one of them grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him against her body, moving back to the dance floor. The smell of alcohol and the vibrations of the music that filled the room seemed to fill him with a strong sense of adrenaline. He was a regular here, as were these ladies, so he was often dragged to be their dance partners.
Not that he was complaining, he absolutely loved it.
Zachary finished the third song of the night and decided that it was time for a drink. It caused a pout from the gorgeous female specimens, but he had to pull himself away. It was getting a bit hot in there with the accumilating bodies and he needed something cold, but bitter to rush down his throat. Ordering a beer to start, so that he would be sober as he scanned the area, he heaved himself up on one of the bar stools. Surprisingly, as twisted as Zachary was, he'd never made a move towards his half sister. It was probably only blood that stopped him from doing so, however, because he jumped the bones of almost anything on two legs. He'd even been known to go for a male or two, on the rare occasion when the attractive ladies were scarce. He really didn't have many limits and it was clear that he wasn't planning to follow any.
When the bartender came back with his drink, he gave him a grin and brought the bottle up to his lips, taking a long sip of the substance that seemed to fill him with the confidence that he was known for. There was a time when he was a sweet guy, but after being screwed over so many times in his life, he'd thrown it all to hell and decided to turn himself into another statistic.
Pulling the covers over her slim frame, he watched her for a moment in her peaceful slumber, before scribbling a note and leaving it on the nightstand by her phone, taking the door. He needed a drink to rid himself of the memories that he'd assured the therapist that he didn't remember. Of course, he couldn't be shit-faced drunk all the time, so that was a lie. But he tended to lie alot, about his feelings, about others, about everything. His sister didn't know that he was a notorious drug dealer in this town, nor that he'd taken place in directing a few adult films. She didn't really know him at all, but she still cared about him. And that was exactly why he treasured her, the naive angel sleeping in his bed, unaware of how many other women had been in her same spot, but with far different intentions.
The Rave was one of his favorite clubs. Maybe it was just the name and the way that it seemed to roll right off his tongue, but that was where he often got his fix. He wasn't dealing tonight, there had been a few cops lurking around the place in the last week, or so the bartender had informed him. He too was a druggie, so they all watched each other's backs. It was a very corrupted world, and when the Valmont name came into play, along with the wealth tied to it, you could guarantee yourself a wild ride. He grinned at a few women who had taken up the dance floor, one of them grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him against her body, moving back to the dance floor. The smell of alcohol and the vibrations of the music that filled the room seemed to fill him with a strong sense of adrenaline. He was a regular here, as were these ladies, so he was often dragged to be their dance partners.
Not that he was complaining, he absolutely loved it.
Zachary finished the third song of the night and decided that it was time for a drink. It caused a pout from the gorgeous female specimens, but he had to pull himself away. It was getting a bit hot in there with the accumilating bodies and he needed something cold, but bitter to rush down his throat. Ordering a beer to start, so that he would be sober as he scanned the area, he heaved himself up on one of the bar stools. Surprisingly, as twisted as Zachary was, he'd never made a move towards his half sister. It was probably only blood that stopped him from doing so, however, because he jumped the bones of almost anything on two legs. He'd even been known to go for a male or two, on the rare occasion when the attractive ladies were scarce. He really didn't have many limits and it was clear that he wasn't planning to follow any.
When the bartender came back with his drink, he gave him a grin and brought the bottle up to his lips, taking a long sip of the substance that seemed to fill him with the confidence that he was known for. There was a time when he was a sweet guy, but after being screwed over so many times in his life, he'd thrown it all to hell and decided to turn himself into another statistic.
THIS APP WAS MADE BY LE DISKO ?! OF CAUTION 2.0 SO DON'T REMOVE CREDIT.
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.
