Post by JACK HEATH KUHR on Apr 19, 2015 17:02:06 GMT -7
Jack Heath Kuhr |
| [presto] Keegan Allen Killers 24 Serial Killer Straight Single Sixx [/presto] | FREEFORM APPLICATION Why don't you share with us your basic information? Name, age, relationship status, so on. Jack raised his eyes to meet those of the woman sitting across the table from him and he grinned like he was seeing an old friend. "Why the name's Jack! Jack Heath Kuhr, age 24. Raving lunatic and extraordinary citizen of this . . . beautiful city." He cackled and sat back in the seat. "My relationship status is irrelevant but for the record I guess you might consider me . . . Emotionally unavailable."Briefly describe yourself. He tilted his head curiously. He hated that phrase. It was a cop out to really getting to know someone and a horribly vain question. Still he decided to humor her and give her something to write down because why the hell not? "Impulsive. Aloof. Resourceful. Manipulative. Sadistic. Kleptomaniac. I'm also a complusive liar." He smirked but quickly composed himself to look sympathetic, "So how can you know if I'm ever telling you the truth? Tsk. Seems like such a waste of time for the both of us."You would tell the truth expecting us to think you're lying. You're not as complicated as you think. "Would I?" He challenged her with a stare off before feigning he'd been caught. "Well doc, you already have me nailed like a family portait above the fireplace. Can't fool you can I? I guess that makes the end of this session. I'll give you your money on the way out." He started to get up.Not so fast. These traits have to stem from your past. What was it like? He sighed knowing he wouldn't get off that easy and he lowered back down into the chair. Stroking his chain for a minute he decided to tell his tale: "I was born in New Jersey and lived there my whole life. My mom was your typical trophy wife with her alcohol abuse and self-harm but my dad, oh boy, my dad was hoot! He knew he was the big man, the boss, and no one was going to challenge him. He put my mom in her place every chance he had." He seemed fond of the memory. "Of course they weren't my real parents. My real parents died in a car accident when I was just a baby and my twin brother and I got split up and adopted by different families." His face turned sour and full of detest. "My brother, hah, a worthless piece of trash! A cowering, conniving, weak little spit! I'll see him in a ditch before this is through!" He seemed to realize he had lost his cool and he took a deep breath, smoothing hair hair and wiping a bit of saliva from his chin. "I was never popular growing up and I didn't have friends. That didn't change when we moved out of Illinois. I never liked friends so it didn't bother me. I had my hobbies. They weren't hobbies many people liked and they put me in some . . . unhappy places."What were your hobbies? "Oh just the normal and simple things everyone enjoys. Trespassing and destruction of private property. I guess the bruised apple doesn't fall far from the abusive tree. My hobbies got worse though and next thing I knew I was being tossed in the slammer at 19 with a battery charge. Too bad it wasn't with Energizer!" He cackled again and slammed his hand down on the top of the desk.You're too young to be so bitter. He cut his laughter off sharply and his face grew solemn. "I'll level with you for this one question doc. I don't let people in and they don't let me in. Trust is something you earn and I will stab you in the back before I even see a glimmer of it. I'm not always horrible. I can be an ok guy when I really want to be and if it comes down to the right people. But it's like I said. I don't let people in so that side of me is shown almost as much as you see a Flying Purple People Eater." He chuckled softly. He wasn't too young to be so bitter. He was too bitter to be so young.What are five things you enjoy doing? He acted like he was putting a lot of thought into the question before he answered. "Saving baby animals, feeding the homeless, rescuing babies from burning houses, volunteering at the old folks home, and donating to charity." He smiled widely before sputtering a laugh. "Nah. No one believes that crock of shit! Off the record, tricking naive kids so they learn a lesson, stealing, playing with my knives, taking the things people love most, and getting revenge." His smile turned sinister. |
