Post by steph on Feb 27, 2010 22:49:23 GMT -5
- - - - - kasey alexander austyn.
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WELCOME TO SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. FIRST, WE NEED TO GET TO KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOU. TELL US YOUR NAME, NICKNAMES, AGE, JOB, ETC.
" so uh, hey, my name's kasey, kasey with a k. kasey alexander austyn. i'm a dude, obviously, if you couldn't tell from my middle name, so don't think i'm a girl cause my name sounds gay, okay? okay cool. a lot of people call me kase, but i don't really have a preference, a name's a name. i'm nineteen years old, my birthday is early in the year in february on the ninth, so i get the pleasure of being older than just about everyone else my age. it's pretty sweet. i'm not really anything special aside from being half spanish, kind of tall (i'm like, 5'10 or something i don't know), and a college student, and um, i guess that's pretty much it with the beginning stuff that you need to know? oh, i have a younger brother, and a mother, and a father. okay. now i'm done. yeah, i know i can sometimes be a smartass like right now, but you like that, don't you? "
NOW TELL US ABOUT YOUR LIKES, DISLIKES, AND JUST YOUR PERSONALITY IN GENERAL. WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? BE DESCRIPTIVE SO WE CAN GET TO KNOW THE REAL YOU.
" well, i guess you can say that i'm a nice guy. not really the nicest because everyone has their moments, but yeah, i'm just me, normal. i'm an open book and i don't keep anything from anyone unless it's super necessary - i like putting myself out there, being social and meeting everyone. like, status doesn't mean a thing and i don't get why a lot of people hold it up so high - seriously, it's 2010, get over it, everyone's someone if you just give them a chance. that being said, i'm pretty headstrong in things that i believe in, i don't like giving up or not taking chances, and i hate regrets. you can call me daring, you can call me stubborn - i'm both of those things, but at the very least i'm true to who i am. i don't like when people are fake, and i always look to find and surround myself with good people. like, i guess, you don't have to have good actions and i won't judge you for what you do, but if i can see that you have a good heart or something, i'll give you a chance but don't fuck it up. you've got one shot with me, and i don't expect anything less from everyone else when they look at me, either. i'm not that mischievous like other guys, i'm tame in a way because i don't like to make or cause THAT much trouble, but i won't ever turn down a chance to have fun. i'm not an innocent person, and i'm most certainly not someone that remains ignorant to the world and what goes on in it. realistic, that's what i am, and very much so - i don't really get the concept of daydreaming and shit like that, but i mean, i guess it is nice to have high hopes just as long as you've got a work ethic to match it and get there. i'm a hard worker and i like to get what i want, earn what i get, but i'm not uptight about it, i do like to let loose and have fun. partying is awesome, count me in for that - i'm not a smoker but i am a drinker, you'll only catch me smoking when i'm drunk, and that's usually what my weekends consist of. if you're totally against that, then fuck you (: um, yeah. i'm blunt and honest, but not to an extent of like 'oh that dude is totally an asshole i hate him' - that side only comes out when it's necessary, and it's not that often, so we're good. i value my family and friends and loyalty a lot, so if you're my friend, i would never do anything deliberately to hurt anyone. that's part of the reason why i don't attach myself to anyone, because i honestly don't like being the cause of something shitty that happens to a person, and also i've got this weird complex where i think everyone is a threat in my head, minor or major. besides, people just come and go in life because that's how it's supposed to be. i don't like to show my sweet side - yes, i have one, honestly - or just the fact that i'm vulnerable in general, because it leads to complications and hurt and i don't really want that. i'm kind of scared of relationships too, i've had them twice before but it's like, weird, and i get a little flaky i guess because i'm hesitant about commitment. i guess it's because i'm the guy that everyone comes to with their problems and it sucks to hear about the things that people do, and half the time i just get all weird when i think about myself in situations. so yeah, drama free is the way i like to be. but yeah, i can be sweet, if you get to know me - i'm tired of getting judged, so i just keep to myself and if you're willing to continue on my offering of conversation, we can get on our way to friendship. and i'd like to be friends with you. "
LET'S DIVE INTO YOUR HISTORY. NOTHING IS TOO PERSONAL. TELL US ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE FROM AND HOW YOU ENDED UP IN THE LAND DOWN UNDER.
" my childhood was normal, i guess. i was good, i still am. my parents loved me and my brother and gave us both attention. they raised me right, i wasn't one of those fucked up kids and i appreciate the way they were really laid back and supportive of whatever i wanted to do, even now. i used to be very goody-goody, in the sickening kind of way where you're the kid who sucked up a lot to the teacher, haha. so i guess i was a little bit of a failboat in that aspect in my early years, but i grew out of it, honest. as a kid going into adolescence i guess i turned into that typical guy who liked to listen and play music, surf and skate on the beaches of sydney in my free time. school was always secondary to me even though passing class was something i was able to do effortlessly, but i mean, i always had an inkling that i could be something more than what i was being molded out to be, have something beyond my current life. i was always more mature than other kids my age, and i always like, had a goal to BE someone - i don't know, at school, there was always some weird hierarchy around based off your money, and i never ever understood that here in sydney. still don't get it, but hey, who's asking? point is, everyone who doesn't live in australia wants to be here, but for me, i've always wanted to go elsewhere, outside of this country. so when i was a senior, i applied to colleges that were in the united states - nyu, columbia, stanford, university of miami... you know, all those places. and i got into all of them, because i'm not a dumbass, i have a head and a brain that i very much like to use. oops, i sounded way too cocky there. but really, i have ambition and i've always wanted to make my parents proud because we weren't as well off as other people around us. i never minded it though, so it was okay, and i still don't mind it but it gets kind of frustrating now that i'm older and it's all that seems to precede me when i look at everyone else. either way, i ended up choosing to go to umiami in florida, it was the closest thing to home that i'd felt after i visited all the schools, and luckily, scholarships made it way easier for me. seriously, all the american girls love me, whether it be for my hair or my style or my personality or maybe just because of my accent, but it's definitely an experience being an international student. even if it's a little hard sometimes, i managed to fit in without much effort, and though i miss my family and stuff, i fucking love it in the states. it's exhilarating. but yeah, now that it's summer and the semester doesn't start until late august, i'm back home for the time being. after this break i'm gonna be starting my junior year in college, and i guess i'm okay with being home for now because i missed it. oh, see, i said i missed home - let's see how long that lasts now that i'm here. "
you can call me steph. i'm spinning nineteen tracks on my record and i hang out in the eastern timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using stephen gomez's face, he/she falls into the skater dudes. just in case you're looking for me, i also play no one else...yet. did you hear about the word? ADMIN is the word. k, let's do this.
in high school, you went through so much. it was just expected, right? all those ups and down with your friends and family, the smell of temptation towards experimentation with illegal substances and people both unknown and not, and even more things that ultimately led to your entrance into adulthood. travis covington was always a mature child in comparison to a lot of those around him -- sure, he was immature in his own way, with his best friends during all his free periods where they'd fuck around in the student lounge or outside on campus grounds or in the town of newark itself...but when it came down to it, he was always a man, he could always be a man, even before the approach of official maturity by age at eighteen. that's the way his mom raised him, how he was somehow even in the slightest bit forced to always be. there was just so much, so much that was going on in his life, between music and friends and family and classes. he always had to be strong for someone close to him, whether they knew it or not. it was never the other way around. travis covington was always the nice guy, a little crazy but overall really nice, and he was always the one who could stand up in the face of something bad, right? no, if you knew him as well as you thought you knew him, you'd know the truth. behind closed doors, the tall and social cheery young man let himself crumble, especially when he was put in a position where it was going to affect him greatly.
to put it simply, there weren't a lot of people in travis' life that he cared about. sure, he was very friendly and open with just about everyone in his high school, with all the girls who had crushes on him and even the jock-ish guys that thought he was a complete tool. he had who he needed, his mother and his friends and his music, and that was all that his world revolved around. not to mention whatever girlfriend he had at the time, but at this point, no one had ever really stuck out to him other than the girl that he had known almost all his life. kelsey stella. he could remember now just how she used to be when they were little kids, how he used to look at her with shy eyes during class and sit with her on the bus rides home, how he would cry to his mom whenever he thought she was 'in love' with another little boy in their class up until the third grade...kind of. he remembered his first attempt at trying to actually get her to look at him other than a friend back in seventh grade, the first time they kissed and the first date thereafter. he remembered the first everythings and everything in general, just because he couldn't forget. the first time they cuddled, the first time they got caught by a parent, the first time they had sex and lost their virginities to each other. it was a relationship that spanned over almost 8 years and he knew her so well, her emotions and her body and heart, but if he knew all things about her and was as good of a boyfriend or significant other as he thought he was, then how could he be so stupid now?
the two of them were crazy. everyone knew it. they broke up more times than anyone could count, and they got back together twice as often as those breakups occured. tears, slaps to the face, verbal abuse -- travis took it all, half because he deserved it and half because he could tolerate it, because he knew that there would always be something about kelsey that would keep him forever bounded to her. after all, how can you let go of a childhood sweetheart so easily, someone that you basically let into your heart? ideally, kelsey wasn't exactly the best for his stupid musician and rockstar dreams, with her jealousy always getting in the way of just about everything. from a hometown show to all the girls in the hallways at school that would eye him up and down even if his attention was elsewhere, travis always got stuck with the blame and he took it, just because he knew he loved her. but there was something about this last fight, this stupid fight on the way home two weeks ago, that had changed their relationship and made him think that it was actually over for good. he hadn't spoken to her in that time, and everyone else was wondering what the hell was up with the fact that his ex-girlfriend was withdrawing from life and everyone she knew -- and he was to blame, because he was the guy and she was the girl and that's just what happened. whatever it really was, the fact of the matter remained that whenever she did choose to show her face for more than the class period in which she stared away from everyone and especially him, it was obvious that something was different about her, in her attitude and her look. no longer was she the brunette that he was used to, she was blonde and looking so tired and used with each passing day. yet he held back in trying to figure out what was wrong and get her attention, since he knew it was always going to lead into the same scene in the hallway of him getting yelled at to not follow or talk to her in front of everyone.
was it even worth it anymore? you could bet your money that he wondered the same thing every night before he went to sleep, if he slept at all. he was stupid. everyong told him so, and kelsey's voice had started to linger in his head speaking those exact words despite the fact that they hadn't talken since they broke up. he kept his distances for probably the wrong reasons, ignored the fact that her friends were telling him that this was what he needed to do, to come back into her life and figure out what was wrong. after all, he wasn't just her boyfriend, he was her best friend and confidante. and then it got back to him, she was dabbling in...he couldn't even believe it. kelsey, his kelsey, was broken enough to start doing hard drugs, ecstasy and going out even on nights where she shouldn't have. the months watching her do this to herself, it killed him, but he didn't do anything because he just couldn't. and then their mutual friends pryed him away from his acceptance letter to columbia and dragged him along to her house one cold thursday night in this dreary january with a mission. it was a week away from his eighteenth birthday, a week where everyone decided that whatever kelsey was going through was going to end, for the good of all of them. through the short ride travis closed his ears up to the words that her other friends were saying to him, his brown eyes staring out the window as he fiddled with the zipper on his heavy-lined hoodie -- he was in a stupid trance, feeling lost at what to do, and hoping in the depths of his mind that he would maybe formulate something to say whenever they finally got there.
it felt like a movie in slow motion or an outer-body experience for him. some of their close friends had already been there hours before in the start of the afternoon's intervention, and he finally figured that he was the last hope that they had, and that's why they had made him come. the fact didn't make him bitter, it just made him even more lost and shocked once he -really- laid his eyes on his ex girlfriend. this was the first time that they were in the same room together for more than five minutes outside of school, and travis stood in the corner of the living room of kelsey's house, staring back and forth from the photos from her youth that reminded him of all those good times to the physical being that was the present incarnation of those photographs, and to be truthful, travis wasn't actually -there- at the moment. an hour went by so fucking fast, why was time going so fucking fast, how come people were yelling? and then something in him snapped, once kelsey had stopped flailing from the effects of her daily withdrawal. her voice was rough and so was the look on her tear stained face, her blonde hair messy and just everything about her so different. she was yelling at everyone in the room individually, calling her friends out and picking everyone apart, there were tears from her female friends and blank yet hurt looks on the faces of their male friends. the whole thing was falling apart, they were all falling apart. she was falling apart. "TRAVIS ROBERT."
his eyes were already on her before his name and the words after it were spoken, and travis could feel everyone elses eyes on him now as he opted to focus on kelsey's finger pointed at him even as she made her way towards him. "and what about me, kels?" he found himself saying quietly, his jaw clenching up at the wrong time as he swallowed the dry lump forming in his throat. it came pouring out, all of her emotion, and in a split second he had caught her in his arms as she launched her thin frame at him, yelling into his shirt and staining it with her tears. with a glance to her best friend, he was obviously crying now, too -- it was the first time that they would all see it happening. "shit, kelsey, stop it, stop it," he pleaded, his hand running through her disheveled hair as he held her shaking body. "why did you do this to yourself, look at what you're doing to everyone. look at what you're doing to yourself, look what you're doing to me," he said, his voice breaking as he cried along with her. he could feel her hitting him in the chest, either intentionally or not hitting right where his heart was, and his stronger arms pulled her in closer in an effort to keep her from doing anything else to hurt either of them. "baby, please. i'm sorry, i'm sorry..." there was nothing more that he could offer to her, not right now, not while she was still going crazy. all he knew was that he would hold her until she stopped, no matter how bruised his body or heart could end up being.