Post by sebastien on Mar 23, 2009 1:23:02 GMT -6
sebastien uriah prates
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"The name’s Sebastien Uriah Prates, quite a mouth full, eh? Well, you can call me Seastien or Bastien. Either works and if you’re really special you can call me Sebby or Uri. I was named after man great grandfather Sebastien Luciano and Uriah was just a name my mother liked, go figure,"
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"last time i checked i was male, -looks down- yep, all there and accounted for,"
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"how old am i? haha, gah, i lost track of that a while back. um…let’s see….July 25th would put me at…twenty-five at leo,"
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
" originially I’m from Brazil, but I’ve been bouncing around the world since I can remember,"
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"curious lil bugger aren’t ya? well, i’m about 6’1 and i weigh in around 180. that sounds about right to me anyways"
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"i keep my options open. I’ve never been with a guy, so i’d say i prefer women, but if a guy came along persistent enough to try and win my fancy, i might give him a shot,"
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"I’m what most would call photogenic. I was a model once upon a time, but i prefer photography and i’m damn good at it. I’m a pretty decent artist and swimmer too. I’d have to say i’m a people person, i can relate to other’s easily and i’ve been told i’m a good listener/comforter,"
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"hmmm, well i’m terrible a sewing. i fucked up one of my outfits at a shoot once, they about killed me. singing or anything music related i’m terrible at. well, i’m a good dancer, but singing and instruments? he’ll no. I can be highly impatient and restless. um…i’m not that great at minding my own business. i like to learn about people and their lives, personal space is non existent to me to be honest, haha,"
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"i like photography, obviously, and things of natural beauty, which is why i’m here. I wanted to get away from fancy architecture and glam and find something real. I love any sort of art and having fun. Jack is a man’s best friend as well as dogs. umm, what else? I love kids, though i doubt i could ever settle down and have any. Sleeping is always good, but only in the daylight or with under the stars, the list goes on, but i won’t bore you,"
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"I hate being bored or waiting for something. That’s not to say i can’t sit still. As long as I’m occupied, I’m fine, but my attention span is the size of a 5 yr old. I like to be moving and active, not bored out of my mind. I hate liars and alarm clocks. I never use the stupid things. Ooo and umm ignorance. I mean, I’m not incredibly smart but stupid people, i mean really really stupid people kind of irk me. the smell of cigarettes are awful too. Oh, guys that like to beat on women, whether its emotional, mental, or physical, piss me off to no end. Dun be a pussy and pick on chicks, it’s fucking ridiculous,"
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"I’ve always been afraid of going blind. there is so much beauty in the world and not being able to see it would kill me,"
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"Basically all i wanna do is keep traveling the world. I love to learn about different cultures and capture them on film. I don’t care if I don’t become super famous for my photography though. Who knows though, maybe one day I’ll wanna settle down and have a family,"
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"Secret? Well, i was adopted. I dunno if that’s much of a secret though. Oooh, I’ve never had a steady girlfriend either. I move to much for that kind of thing,"
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"I guess you couldn’t get that from the other questions? Well I’m a traveler, so i’m pretty flexible. I’ve been all over the world and experienced a lot in these past 25 yrs. I know quite a few languages and I guess I’m a friendly sortta guy. I like to talk and swap stories and experiences on my travels. Photography is a passion of mine, as well as any form of the arts. Laid back is my middle name, though I can get extremely impatient and restless if i’m in one place too long. Commitment really isn’t my thing, though i do love playing the gentleman and charming women into my bed. I’ve had women from all over the world but none has really caught my fancy enough to stay in one place. Overall I wouldn’t say i’m a bad guy, I’ll defend myself and others when needed, but i don’t go around picking fights. I’m pretty chill"
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"uh, wow. never really thought about it. I guess, she’s gotta be interesting to catch my attention. Humor and a cute laugh always works well. I don’t mind the shy type, but I prefer them feisty and playful to match my playfulness. Oh and depth. If she’s too one dimensional, it just won’t work."
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"snorting. ugh, i’m sorry it just, it makes me cringe. and extremely egotistical and vain girls just piss me off. confidence is good but too much, bleck. boring is a bad thing too. a very bad thing,"
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"Alright sweet! hit me with your best shot,"
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"mmm, spaghetti,, cause i make a mean sauce and drink wise, pepsi always hits the spot."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"uhh, the Fifth Element was amazing and Milla was the sex. Tv show? Law&Order SVU, dun judge me, lol"
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"As much as i love music, i don’t really have one"
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"aquamarine"
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
"ugh, there are waaaaaaaay too many for me to choose! I like a lot and I’ve learned a lot during my traveling"
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"my real mother’s name is Emilia Prates though I’m not sure how old she is or what she does. My adoptive mother’s name is Lydia Holt, 47 and my adoptive father’s name is Cameron Holt, 50. She’s an artist, go figure, and he’s a business man,"
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"none that i know of"
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"One of my favorite memories was when I was about eight and we, meaning my ‘parents’ went to Africa for a year. Maybe the third week in I met a girl there. She was cute, but at eight I had developed hormones yet. She was one of my closet friends there and that day we met she asked me if I wanted to ride a Tembo. At the time i had no clue what it was, but i said yes anyways. Turned out to be an Elephant! It was so amazing! It was definitely a day i’ll never forget,"
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"Well, i got into modeling when I was around 17. It only lasted about four years before I started doing my own thing. It wasn’t horrible, but there was one particular shoot that made me wanna commit suicide. It was hot and humid and there was a dick of a guy I had to work with. Everyone was pissed off and it was just…a really horrible and hostile day,"
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE BRUNO SANTOS? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"Really? thanks and no worries, always happy to share."
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grant
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
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HOWEVER, HE HAPPENS TO BE ONLY EIGHTEEN 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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Shit, shit, shit! Where the fuck is it?!
Today was not his day, but what day was lately? A flurry of junk whizzed over his shoulder as the young man hurriedly shifted through his room, throwing this and that out of his way. It had to be here somewhere, books didn’t just get up and walk the fuck away. UGH! Goddamn it!” he groaned aloud, tossing a playboy magazine or two over his shoulder as he grabbed up a rather old shoe box. His arms twitched, ready to toss it too, but some unseen force stopped him. A pause in his frustration surfaced and the senior found himself staring down at the worn brown cardboard. It had definitely been through the mill and back already, there were dents in the side and the paper of the board was torn in some places. Even with it’s disheveled appearance, Noah held it as if it was the most fragile item in existence. Rather than chuck it half way across the room, he gently sat it down next to him, patting the thin lid for good measure. With a wiggle of his nose, his fingers combed through his brunette locks and he resumed his search with just as much vigor. Noah climbed to his feet and assaulted his bed, pulling off the sheets, which he probably needed to wash anyways, off the bed with quite a bit of force. With his bed completely barren, a frown set in on his features. Nothing. No sign of the book anywhere and his heart sank into his gut, twisted and shot back up into his throat. No. No. No. This just couldn’t be happening. Where the hell could it…
If he didn’t feel sick enough already, now he felt the urge to blow chunks. He couldn’t have left it there. No, that had to be the last place it could be. Looking around his room, it seemed as if a tornado had ravaged the place. Everything and anything in the small space had been overturned, dislocated and searched and it was no where to be found. It was the very last place for him to check. Without a second thought, the boy lept over the mounds of mess and shot out of his room at a dead sprint. It’d only be a matter of time before someone was looking through the room and found it. There was no questioning they’d open the seemingly innocent book, to innocently return it to it’s owner and….ugh. Since when had become so careless with his shit. That was fucking good shit too. Good, fucking expensive shit. As he ran his blue jean jacket waved in the gush of air that followed. His kicks clunked against the linoleum floor of the hall as he made his way full speed down it. Believe it or not, he was a fast kid, he just never needed to use his speed. Unless of course he was outrunning some cops from a party or something like that. He didn’t play any sports, they were a waste of time in his head, plus it wasn’t like he was good enough or dedicated enough to be on any team or any club.
Turning the corner quickly, his shoulder clipped an underclassman’s, knocking all of his stuff into the floor. Noah couldn’t be bothered to apologize, let alone pick it up. Maybe he would later, doubtful, but maybe nonetheless. Right now he had to get to…bingo. Almost passing the room, the boy slid to a halt outside of the English room. The light was still on, so it was likely someone was there. He just prayed that no one had come across it yet. Stilling his breathing, the young man ran a hand through his hair and rolled his shoulders. Worse case scenario, Serena…err…Ms. Crawford came across it and realized what it was. It wasn’t like he had his name in it, though, he need want it back. That shit had worth every expensive penny, not to mention was supposed to last him a fucking month. There was no way he was buying more, so he had to get that book back.
The young man inhaled deeply, standing up straight and bold as he opened the door and stepped inside, spotting his English teacher hard at work grading papers no doubt. Even in his highly nervous state, the mere sight of the lovely women behind the desk brought a grin to his features. Ugh, why had she been a few years younger? or vice versa? Not that it was really her age that stopped him from making a movie on the pretty little English professor. Part of the reason was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room. “Ms. Crawford?” he whispered, stepping in further before shutting the door behind him. “You…uh…do you care if i look around the desks a sec? I think i forgot some stuff…”
Today was not his day, but what day was lately? A flurry of junk whizzed over his shoulder as the young man hurriedly shifted through his room, throwing this and that out of his way. It had to be here somewhere, books didn’t just get up and walk the fuck away. UGH! Goddamn it!” he groaned aloud, tossing a playboy magazine or two over his shoulder as he grabbed up a rather old shoe box. His arms twitched, ready to toss it too, but some unseen force stopped him. A pause in his frustration surfaced and the senior found himself staring down at the worn brown cardboard. It had definitely been through the mill and back already, there were dents in the side and the paper of the board was torn in some places. Even with it’s disheveled appearance, Noah held it as if it was the most fragile item in existence. Rather than chuck it half way across the room, he gently sat it down next to him, patting the thin lid for good measure. With a wiggle of his nose, his fingers combed through his brunette locks and he resumed his search with just as much vigor. Noah climbed to his feet and assaulted his bed, pulling off the sheets, which he probably needed to wash anyways, off the bed with quite a bit of force. With his bed completely barren, a frown set in on his features. Nothing. No sign of the book anywhere and his heart sank into his gut, twisted and shot back up into his throat. No. No. No. This just couldn’t be happening. Where the hell could it…
If he didn’t feel sick enough already, now he felt the urge to blow chunks. He couldn’t have left it there. No, that had to be the last place it could be. Looking around his room, it seemed as if a tornado had ravaged the place. Everything and anything in the small space had been overturned, dislocated and searched and it was no where to be found. It was the very last place for him to check. Without a second thought, the boy lept over the mounds of mess and shot out of his room at a dead sprint. It’d only be a matter of time before someone was looking through the room and found it. There was no questioning they’d open the seemingly innocent book, to innocently return it to it’s owner and….ugh. Since when had become so careless with his shit. That was fucking good shit too. Good, fucking expensive shit. As he ran his blue jean jacket waved in the gush of air that followed. His kicks clunked against the linoleum floor of the hall as he made his way full speed down it. Believe it or not, he was a fast kid, he just never needed to use his speed. Unless of course he was outrunning some cops from a party or something like that. He didn’t play any sports, they were a waste of time in his head, plus it wasn’t like he was good enough or dedicated enough to be on any team or any club.
Turning the corner quickly, his shoulder clipped an underclassman’s, knocking all of his stuff into the floor. Noah couldn’t be bothered to apologize, let alone pick it up. Maybe he would later, doubtful, but maybe nonetheless. Right now he had to get to…bingo. Almost passing the room, the boy slid to a halt outside of the English room. The light was still on, so it was likely someone was there. He just prayed that no one had come across it yet. Stilling his breathing, the young man ran a hand through his hair and rolled his shoulders. Worse case scenario, Serena…err…Ms. Crawford came across it and realized what it was. It wasn’t like he had his name in it, though, he need want it back. That shit had worth every expensive penny, not to mention was supposed to last him a fucking month. There was no way he was buying more, so he had to get that book back.
The young man inhaled deeply, standing up straight and bold as he opened the door and stepped inside, spotting his English teacher hard at work grading papers no doubt. Even in his highly nervous state, the mere sight of the lovely women behind the desk brought a grin to his features. Ugh, why had she been a few years younger? or vice versa? Not that it was really her age that stopped him from making a movie on the pretty little English professor. Part of the reason was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room. “Ms. Crawford?” he whispered, stepping in further before shutting the door behind him. “You…uh…do you care if i look around the desks a sec? I think i forgot some stuff…”
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THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
