Post by LANDON ALEX BLACKWOOD. on Jul 15, 2010 11:35:36 GMT -5
LANDON ALEX BLACKWOOD
LAID BACK. & VAMPIRE. & SMART ASS.
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so who are you again?
I SWEAR IVE SEEN YOU BEFORE
Name: landon alex blackwood
Age: twenty-eight
Grade:college
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: straight
Birthday: september 6
Parents:
MERRY ANN BLACKWOOD - DECEASED
ROGER PHILLIP BLACKWOOD - DECEASED
Siblings: AMY ANN BLACKWOOD
Play By:tell me the entire story
FROM BEGINNING TO END
When the wind picked up the fire spread
And the grapevines seemed left for dead.
And the northern sky, like the end of day,
The end of days.
A wake up call to a rented room
Sounded like an alarm of impending doom.
To warn us it's only a matter of time.
Before we all burn
We bought some wine and some papercups
Near your daughter's school when we picked her up
And drove to a cemetery on a hill
On a hill.
And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray
And she laughed and danced through the field of graves
There I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright,
Would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright.
And the news reports on the radio
Said it was getting worse
As the ocean air fanned the flame.
But I couldn't think of anywhere I would have rather been
To watch it all burn away.
To burn away.
The firemen worked in double shifts,
With prayers for rain on their lips
And they knew it was only a matter of time.
-GRAPEVINE FIRES BY DEATH CAB FO CUTIE
**Basically I put this here to inlighten you that Landon's family owned a grapevine valley to create wine ad sell it. called, GRAPEVINE BLACKWOOD. Unfortunitly their grapevie caght fire and their famly business tumbled. the parents seemed unwavered by this no matter the family traditons which happen. That make brows raise, but everything turned out alright. Or so the family hoped. The same fire that took away their means of living wasn't done yet.
On his way home, Landon seemed happiar then ever He came home, grabbed his siste nd took her on a piggyback ride trough the grapvine graveyard. When he reached the end he set Amy, his little sister down, and noticed her eyes wien toward their home. He turned to notice a signal of fire in the sky and knew his home caught on fre. Without much thought he bolted to te house and scurried inside to find his parents. He came upstairs and found someon holding his mother. Firefighter! No, it was someone else. He dropped his mother's body which fell limp and soon he noticed his father's body below hi mothers and panic set in. Who was he? The man turnd his head and watched Landon over his shoulder with a wicked smirk along his lips. That's when the roof caved in and firefighters saved his life, but his parents burned to ashes.
It’s easier to run, replacing this place with something more. It’s so much easier to go than face this pain here alone. Our parents were taken from up, and I kept it secret just who did it. Naturally someone would take it up the with police officers and help track this killer done, but honestly they wouldn’t believe my story. They’d believe I made up the entire thing ‘cause I was dramatized for witnessing my parents burn to ashes. They’re the one’s who don’t understand there are sick people, twisted people, who do these thing, and I say the face that did it. I vowed to remember, and vowed to forget that face plenty of sleepless nights. But one thing was certain. I needed to step up as the elder brother and take care of my younger sister Amy. We are the only familiar we have left.
“Amy, breakfast.” Our relationship grew over the years of that dreadful night that once in a blue moon haunts out dreams. I bought an apartment, loft really, to setting down in with just the two of us. I suppose you could say I’ve been a bit too overprotective over Amy, but I had good reason. More than she’ll know. However lately my dear sister has been acting strange, depressed is a better word.
I knock on her door once more, “Amy. Breakfast.” The next time I knock on the door it slowly slides open and reveals an empty room. “Amy?” My eyes scan the room then observe it to notice the window open and the wind dancing with the curtains. I narrowed my eyes and made my way to the window to observe further. There wasn’t a balcony, so she wouldn’t dare go out there right? She’s terrified of heights. I lean my head out the window and first check the east and see no one. Next I turned my attention to the west and gasped. “AMY!” she stood a few yards away, pushing her back into the building wall. But her attention never wavered from the streets ten feet below. I acting on actions and quickly, but carefully, crawl through the window and make my way toward her slowly. “Amy… Amy please c-come here. What are you doing?” I kept my eyes from the streets since I too had a dislike for heights.
“I want to see them,” she turned her head to me, her eyes as thought trance and hallow. She offered a sad smile, “Want to join them, Landon.” What was she talking about? I shook my head.
“Wai- what- no Amy just come back inside with me and we’ll talk about, whatever this is just please-” he almost slid off the side of the building, gripping the wall best he could and breathing loudly. Oh dear God, help me. This is insane. He shut his eyes, not wanting to look toward to streets again. “P-please Amy, just…” he turned his head to see her gone.
At that moment time seemed to slow down. Slowly my head turned and my eyes widened to witness my sister falling in mid air straight toward the streets. My mouth opened slowly and her name came out in a low yell. “AMY!” Then. Splat. At that moment time went right back to normal. I quickly turned back to the wall, hugging it to keep me from joining her. Just then I heard a mischievous chuckle. The wind picked up and sent a shiver coursing through his entire body. Slowly I turned my head to see who chuckled and my eyes revealed that which haunted my dreams. That monster which killed all that I love and had. It was HIM. The smirk that came famously known on him pulled the corners of his lips as he turned his head to me. That bastard. I’ll kill him… I’ll kill him…
“IT WAS HIM, HE DID IT!” The women yelled the words, but it carried to my ear as a whisper. I turned and watched as people from the streets pointed and accused me of a murder I didn’t commit.
“Why did you do it?”
“I didn’t do it- I told you a thousand time!”
“We have witnesses that say otherwise. A lot of witnesses. You sure you have nothing to confess?” I’m tired of this. I continuously tell them that I didn’t do it, but they’ve already convicted me in their minds. So what’s the point of arguing more? Oh wait because I don’t want to go to jail! I shook my head and sighed in frustration.
“I have nothing to confess, I’m innocent.” The interrogator sighed, seeming disappointed which just pissed me off more. He stood from his chair and motioned at the mirror that reflected my reflection and allowed judgmental eyes to stare me down. He exited the small room and I placed my elbows on the steel table and closed my eyes to calm down. Just a brief second later, someone new walked in. I could tell from the shoes, but I kept my head down, not wanting to stare into more accusing eyes.
“Thirsty?” His voice was more inviting than the other mans. He place a small glass of what reminded me of red whine before me. I took it instantly, seeing how it would be my last decent drink. The moment it touch my tongue it tasted nothing like red whine. I gulp some down then placed it a side.
“What is that? Taste weird.”
“Blood.” He told me in a blunt tone. I jumped from my seat and wiped my mouth.
“What!?” I shot a look at the new comer and froze when I notice the same face that haunts me. Follows me. “Y-you…”
“Glad you remember me.” I grit my teeth, but my body was shaking. He’s a serial killer. I must be his next victim. He starts to circle around the table to meet me, but I too start to circle to keep myself far from him. I had the door in my sites.
“What do you want? Take me out?” Before I give him a chance to answer, I make my dash for the door. But he proved to be too fast, and too strong. He blocked the doorway in a blink of an eye, grabbed my neck with one hand and pinned me to the wall next to the door, with my feet hovering a few inches off the ground. I couldn’t necessarily talk with his hand squeezing my neck.
“Your perfect for the game. You have nothing to hold you back.” With that he used both hands to grab my neck and twist it until everything went black.
I woke up with a painful headache in my bed. I couldn’t remember much of anything. Whenever I tried it felt fuzzy and snap shots of stuff I don’t recall doing. But the only thing I could remember to do is live my life. So that’s what I did.
While living my life I went through some interesting stages. I kept feeling hungry. I wanted something that normal food wouldn’t satisfy me with. One night I woke up with my gums hurting. I make my way to the bathroom and pulled up my top lip to reveal two of my teeth outstretched and sharper than the others. My eyes even shifted inter a different shade. Something was happening to me, and I found it out the hard way.
**
Devin. I discovered her beauty and wanted to meet her. You’d think an ass like me wouldn’t find this too hard. But on the contrary. The one girl I find more than attractive is the hardest to approach than those you plan on just teasing. The moment we spoke, we were drawn to one another. We spent the next few weeks together, attached to the hip. I can honestly say I had the best laughs with that human. One night I had remembered everything. I woke up sweating and pissed, but she knew exactly how to sizzle the beast. I didn’t know what came over me when I told her my history, and that I was a vampire now. She seemed perfectly fine with it. She had my heart if she knew it or not. We were in love and even considered marriage. But one night before our official moment to marry, an old enemy visited me. Telling me people will come after Devin if I chose to stay with her a moment more. I hated the fact he could be right. I made my way to her as the guy disappeared and kissed Devin one last time while she slept peacefully, before I vanished and set out to the town I swore to stray from. Conway, South Carolina.wow you've been through hell haven't you?
HERES YOUR CHANCE AT FREEDOM
ADMIN EDITshow me who you are
THE FACE BEHIND THE MASK
Your Name: MITCHY!
Your Age: nineteen
Time Zone: eastern
RP Experience: four years
How'd you find us?: OWN DUH!
Anything else?: nada !
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