Post by mason sebastian knight. on Oct 18, 2009 7:45:02 GMT -5
YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER
stranger, well its nice to meet you sir. i guess i'll go.[/color][/font][/center]
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]“ are you fucking kidding me? i guess not
hey, my name’s mason sebastian knight. nothing else. not massie, not seb, not sebbie, not bastian. nothing, thanks. don’t fuck with my name, i won’t fuck with yours. it’s my very own identity and i like it the way it is. so leave it like that. i’m seventeen years old. what a random number right? seventeen. which also means that i’m in seventh year. oh yay, wonderful. i don’t even care, seriously. the only good thing about that is that i can use magic whenever the fuck i want and that i’ll leave this shitty school in less than a year. um.. what else? oh, basic information? well i was born, on mars twenty-second nineteen ninety-five. i’m a boy, if that wasn’t already obvious – again to all idiots out there – and i tend to fuck girls only, thank you.but who knows.i’m in the house of slytherins and yes, i do hate, gryffindors and most of other houses. but, strangely, i tend to have some affinities with ravenclaws. probably because well, i’m fucking smart, thank you very much. i’ve been living in liverpool since i was born, a very suckish town if you ask me. but
everything in that fucking muggle world is pretty much suckish. i don’t even know how the fuck they manage to survive. just with luck, probably. i live there currently with my dad. only him. my mom was a slut and left us when i was about two. and my father? well, he was too much of a moron to think of getting remarried or leaving me at the orphanage. i would have seriously preferred that than living with him. at least, i probably would have had a decent family. not that i care. but you know, freezing because your father can’t pay the bills or not being able to eat for a couple of days isn’t always fun. no. it just isn’t. shut up.
oh god, appearance now? can i just say that i’m hot? no?! go fuck yourself. i’m a tall boy, rather flat long brown hair and brown eyes. i’ve actually been told once by a stupid muggle girl that i looked exactly like some dude in a band. no, i won’t try finding his name out or the name of the band out. because it won’t make any difference in your miserable life, will it? if it does, then that’s very creepy and you can go back in your hole. no, in fact, go down there anyway. i’m.. well, kind of muscular. unlike my dad. but that’s just because i actually train for quidditch and he just stays in his fucking arm chair all day long. i swear he even sleeps there. what else? well, i’m six feet tall and i weight around.. one hundred and thirty pounds. and i actually spend time outside when it’s sunny. so yes, i am tanned. and fuck it. this is getting too random to my taste.
goals? .. are you fucking serious?! jesus fucking christ. i’d say i have two main goals in life, get rid of idiots like fucking you and have a job, i guess. i don’t even care what i do after i leave this hole you call a school. i just want to get out of here and find a job and live. pretty simple, isn’t it? yes it is, unless you’re a moron. three things that make me happy? okay, this is getting just too fucking stupid. first, sex. second, hexing stupid people who ask stupid questions. so watch your fucking little ass. and that’s it. this is what makes me happy. what makes me want to bite someone’s head off? is that an invitation, dear? >_> yeah, shut up then. first, little fucking i-know-all bitches like ravenclaws. oh, for fuck’s sake, you know they are, so don’t even try to tell me that they’re just good in school and study very hard. second, annoying people. well, duh, because they’re just fucking annoying. and no, i’m not giving you another answer than that. okay, let’s get this over with quickly because you obviously don’t want to be here right now, and me neither. ten words? .. great. i’ve been told that i was agressive, uncooperative, envious, impatient and angry. but when i was younger, my therapist – no i won’t fucking tell you why i had one so don’t even try – told me i only had a rouch exterior, which i think is completely ridiculous. oh why do you even want to fucking know that? it’s bullshit. fine, fine! she said i was caring, kind, passionate, friendly and optimistic. NO. I AM FUCKING NOT. SHUT UP. .. yeah, you better.
<_< why do you even want to hear about them? they’re just fucking-- .. alright. my father’s name is william henry knight, he’s fifty-three years old and i don’t even know if he has a job. i really don’t fucking care what he does, as long as i get a bit of money to survive, i’m just fine with everything he might be doing. my mother? she’s a bitch, a slut, i think that’s been settled. i obviously don’t know what the fuck she’s doing. probably having sex with some rich guy. and i don’t fucking care how old she is. my dad never wanted to tell me. her name? .. something like delilah marie oliver. yeah, because my mother apparently kept her last name when they married. she obviously didn’t want to have anything to do with the guy. i don’t know anything about the rest of my family and i honestly don’t care. i’ve been told that my grandparents live somewhere in united states. in california, i think. and my cousins and aunts and everybody moved to france. losers, really. so it’s just me and my father.
oh we’re done? finally. ciao. "
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