Posted Apr 7, 2017 20:02:16 GMT -5
Post by KNOX PRESCOTT on Apr 7, 2017 20:02:16 GMT -5
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[attr="class","app-title-a"]KNOX PRESCOTT
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[attr="class","app-field-a"]Nickname: n/a
[attr="class","app-field-a"]Age: 22
[attr="class","app-field-a"]Gender: male
[attr="class","app-field-a"]Sexuality: gay
[attr="class","app-field-a"]Starter Pack: collector
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[attr="class","app-title-a"]Personality
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+ SPONTANEOUS: djasldk[break][break]
+ VERSATILE: djkfjjad [break][break]
+ INTELLECTUAL: dsklfjdajf[break][break]
- TWO-FACED: akdjlfs [break][break]
- FLIGHTY: jdkslajf [break][break]
- POSSESSIVE: jdkslfjds
+ SPONTANEOUS: djasldk[break][break]
+ VERSATILE: djkfjjad [break][break]
+ INTELLECTUAL: dsklfjdajf[break][break]
- TWO-FACED: akdjlfs [break][break]
- FLIGHTY: jdkslajf [break][break]
- POSSESSIVE: jdkslfjds
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[attr="class","app-title-a"]History
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[attr="class","app-content2"]he ate silver paint once just to see what would happen. poured a cup of it into one of his mom's pretty martini glasses and sipped it while listening to the cacophony of sound that came from blasting every audio set and television in the house. it'd been a strange experience and nothing had come of it--he'd thrown up in his bathroom while his brother watched through a crack in the door. and then later that night the house transformed, pulsed with a heartbeat, blood pumping with the heat of too many bodies. and he'd gotten high with his friends and then got low with the first boy who flashed him a smile. and the ones he took to bed always knew to get up before the crack of dawn and tread down the stairs softly, even if the house is so big, everything echoes. but that one, that one time, he can recall that the boy had given him a kiss on the forehead before leaving. and knox had decided he was in love.[break][break]
and love, love, love. what time does he have for something as silly as that? because right after that he'd picked the house phone up to call his parents, but apparently they'd left the hotel in johto and his mother's phone was dead and she didn't appreciate international calls anyway (even though they could more than definitely afford it). all him and his brother got were postcards in the mail, ones littered with haphazard hearts, half-assed scrawl. they would tack them up on the fridge and wait for something to happen, anything to happen. a feeling or some shared moment or something. but there was just the empty hum of the fridge and then his brother would move to get a poptart and life would go on.[break][break]
except eventually he stopped wanting it to go on. life got dreary so he tried to fill it with color, tried to fill himself with color. he blasted music, dyed his hair, spent thousands of dollars on a new wardrobe, new look every other week, so he could attract friends, no, people, just people to keep him company. and they'd oblige because they recognized the name prescott and the already knew where his house was and they came in droves to his parties, laughed at his jokes when he offered them drugs, all on him of course, all on the good time. and they'd sit around in circles and orbit jupiter and sometimes one of them would pry at the can of words, poke with questions like, "so you really fuckin' live by yourselves? brah, i wish my parents didn't give a shit like yours. i'd have bombass parties every fuckin' night, amirite?"[break][break]
-- knox is a ray of sunshine. knox is that cool guy who always has that smile on his face. knox is kind of cute, don't you think? knox throws those awesome parties. knox's parents are out of town this weekend so--aren't they always out on the weekend?--right, so he's having this huge party. knox dyed his hair again. sucks knox is graduating, right? yo, but i hear his brother is gonna be a freshman next year. the prescott legend lives on, amen. where's knox? didn't he say he was going to do some huge show during his walk across the stage? fucker didn't even show up. he didn't fail out, did he? --[break][break]
knox is shallow. knox is empty. he knew this, his brother knew it, not all of it, and his brother hadn't been fast enough to see the signs whiz by him. or maybe he'd looked the other direction. it wasn't hard to look in the other direction when he had his own shit to worry about. and that's just it. knox couldn't protect him, couldn't be there for him like the goddamned brother he was supposed to be. but he wasn't a father. he never asked to be a father. he never asked to take care of everything, to take care of getting through all of this by himself, to shoulder most of the burden of the hole his parents left and reminded them of every month with every fucking postcard that came in the mail. he tore them down, tried to string christmas lights up around the house to push the--their shadows away. and his brother, elijah/red asked him why, why, what are they for? and he snapped, crackled static, drove him off and told himself it'd be okay, everything was going to be okay. but he could feel himself slipping. exams were a blur. he barely passed. one teacher gave him a passing mark out of pity. he skipped graduation, deleted all the contacts from his phone, and shuttered himself away in his room.[break][break]
and then one day he stopped caring. he stopped crying and stopped feeling sorry for himself. he stopped everything. he went out searching for something, walked around sootopolis for hours watching people. trying to feel what they felt, steal pieces of their warmth from the snippets of conversations he heard between strangers. and eventually he gave up, fisted his fingers in his hair in his bedroom, and tried to claw free the emotions he'd lost by tearing them from his arm. red found him after he'd sent paragraphs worth of apologies through texts because regret, he'd assumed, had come too late. but a day later he woke up in a hospital bed to see his mother and father talking to red just outside his door. and then they were gone. [break][break]
he went to therapy. he got over it, he says. the emptiness. it's been a few years, no worries. he's dropped out of college recently, but it's fine. because why does he need college anyway? it's already been apparent that he has and will have anything he wants for the rest of his life. he lives in a penthouse in sootopolis, has his brother over on the weekends if red needs to get away from the house. it's too empty without you, he'll say and knox will just ruffle up his hair and promise he'd think about it. but he drifts now, lives, skirts on the edge of living. one day he's a yes-man, taking whatever dare someone may offer him, the next he's holed up in a rundown, beautiful library nestled between two coffee shops. i'm happy, he says. truly. i'm happy.[break][break]
now he's trying to do something with his life. he's trying to make something of himself. so when a cleaning and conservation crew from aqua docked in sootopolis looking for help, he figured why not?
and love, love, love. what time does he have for something as silly as that? because right after that he'd picked the house phone up to call his parents, but apparently they'd left the hotel in johto and his mother's phone was dead and she didn't appreciate international calls anyway (even though they could more than definitely afford it). all him and his brother got were postcards in the mail, ones littered with haphazard hearts, half-assed scrawl. they would tack them up on the fridge and wait for something to happen, anything to happen. a feeling or some shared moment or something. but there was just the empty hum of the fridge and then his brother would move to get a poptart and life would go on.[break][break]
except eventually he stopped wanting it to go on. life got dreary so he tried to fill it with color, tried to fill himself with color. he blasted music, dyed his hair, spent thousands of dollars on a new wardrobe, new look every other week, so he could attract friends, no, people, just people to keep him company. and they'd oblige because they recognized the name prescott and the already knew where his house was and they came in droves to his parties, laughed at his jokes when he offered them drugs, all on him of course, all on the good time. and they'd sit around in circles and orbit jupiter and sometimes one of them would pry at the can of words, poke with questions like, "so you really fuckin' live by yourselves? brah, i wish my parents didn't give a shit like yours. i'd have bombass parties every fuckin' night, amirite?"[break][break]
-- knox is a ray of sunshine. knox is that cool guy who always has that smile on his face. knox is kind of cute, don't you think? knox throws those awesome parties. knox's parents are out of town this weekend so--aren't they always out on the weekend?--right, so he's having this huge party. knox dyed his hair again. sucks knox is graduating, right? yo, but i hear his brother is gonna be a freshman next year. the prescott legend lives on, amen. where's knox? didn't he say he was going to do some huge show during his walk across the stage? fucker didn't even show up. he didn't fail out, did he? --[break][break]
knox is shallow. knox is empty. he knew this, his brother knew it, not all of it, and his brother hadn't been fast enough to see the signs whiz by him. or maybe he'd looked the other direction. it wasn't hard to look in the other direction when he had his own shit to worry about. and that's just it. knox couldn't protect him, couldn't be there for him like the goddamned brother he was supposed to be. but he wasn't a father. he never asked to be a father. he never asked to take care of everything, to take care of getting through all of this by himself, to shoulder most of the burden of the hole his parents left and reminded them of every month with every fucking postcard that came in the mail. he tore them down, tried to string christmas lights up around the house to push the--their shadows away. and his brother, elijah/red asked him why, why, what are they for? and he snapped, crackled static, drove him off and told himself it'd be okay, everything was going to be okay. but he could feel himself slipping. exams were a blur. he barely passed. one teacher gave him a passing mark out of pity. he skipped graduation, deleted all the contacts from his phone, and shuttered himself away in his room.[break][break]
and then one day he stopped caring. he stopped crying and stopped feeling sorry for himself. he stopped everything. he went out searching for something, walked around sootopolis for hours watching people. trying to feel what they felt, steal pieces of their warmth from the snippets of conversations he heard between strangers. and eventually he gave up, fisted his fingers in his hair in his bedroom, and tried to claw free the emotions he'd lost by tearing them from his arm. red found him after he'd sent paragraphs worth of apologies through texts because regret, he'd assumed, had come too late. but a day later he woke up in a hospital bed to see his mother and father talking to red just outside his door. and then they were gone. [break][break]
he went to therapy. he got over it, he says. the emptiness. it's been a few years, no worries. he's dropped out of college recently, but it's fine. because why does he need college anyway? it's already been apparent that he has and will have anything he wants for the rest of his life. he lives in a penthouse in sootopolis, has his brother over on the weekends if red needs to get away from the house. it's too empty without you, he'll say and knox will just ruffle up his hair and promise he'd think about it. but he drifts now, lives, skirts on the edge of living. one day he's a yes-man, taking whatever dare someone may offer him, the next he's holed up in a rundown, beautiful library nestled between two coffee shops. i'm happy, he says. truly. i'm happy.[break][break]
now he's trying to do something with his life. he's trying to make something of himself. so when a cleaning and conservation crew from aqua docked in sootopolis looking for help, he figured why not?
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<td><a href="http://pkmn-catalyst.boards.net/thread/30/prescott-knox-aqua?page=1&scrollTo=72">Knox Prescott</a></td>
<td>Aqua</td>
<td>Jack Frost - Rise of the Guardians</td>
<td>Arrow (She/her)</td>