Parker, Peter

[peterparker]

(PETER JACOB PARKER )
is the name, nice to meet you too.

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SAY WE MET AT THE BAR ,
WHEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE.[/color][/font]
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SO KIDDO, WHATS YOUR NAME?[/COLOR]
Peter Jacob Parker. I don't know what I think about it really. I'm just some other kid and Peter's not that exciting of a name. I think it's just in the family. Should I say something else about it? I don't know...I'm really bad at this interviewing thing.
GOT ANY NICKNAMES?[/COLOR]
Oh uh, Peter, duh. Pete. Petie...I really don't like Petie. I guess I get yelled Parker a lot when people forget my first name.
THANKS. JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?[/COLOR]
17
JUST TO MAKE SURE – MALE OR FEMALE?[/COLOR]
Male, seriously.
EXCELLENT. WHAT WAY DO YOU SWING?[/COLOR]
What? Of course, I like girls. I'm really into this one girl named Mary Jane but I don't think she'd ever notice me. She's way too cool for some nerd with weird super powers.
WAIT A MINUTE – YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?[/COLOR]
Tobey Maguire
See? I still look like a nerd here. It doesn't help that I can't even mess my hair up enough to make it look somewhat cooler. ME? Cool? Yeah right. I'm not even that muscular really..and I'm still pretty pale with freaky blue eyes. Do you really have to make my talk about how I look? Ugh, is that a pimple?

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COME ON AND FLY WITH ME ,
AS WE MAKE OUR GREAT ESCAPE.[/color][/font]
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I HEAR YOU'RE STILL IN SCHOOL. WHAT SCHOOL DO YOU ATTEND?[/COLOR]
SOUTH HIGH SCHOOL...of course.
SURE, SURE. AND WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/COLOR]
Uh...well, i'm a junior so I guess that means I'm almost done.
UH HUH. YOU LIKE IT THERE?[/COLOR]
Sure, I do. I don't feel as much of a freak here.

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NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS TYPICAL ,
NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS PREDICTABLE.[/color][/font]
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JUST WONDERING – IS THIS HOW YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE MOST OF THE TIME?[/COLOR]
I already told you about my hair...it's black and cut short and sometimes gets messy when I don't want it to.
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.[/COLOR]
Ok, well my eyes are really bright blue. I think they're buggy and kinda weird so I don't know if they're actually nice or something?
AH. SO WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR BODY BUILD TO BE?[/COLOR]
I'm still putting on muscle from training and this weird transformation that I don't quite understand. but I'm still pretty scrawny and that can get me picked on a lot.
GREAT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE?[/COLOR]
I SEE. ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?[/COLOR]
No. Tattoos are scary. and I don't want some butterfly on my ankle when I'm 70.
WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, WOULD PEOPLE THINK OF YOU AT FIRST SIGHT?[/COLOR]
I don't know. they don't really pay attention to me much and I don't mind that. I get a lot of different things when I'm trying to be Spiderman though. Then they get excited and want to be saved and they treat me so differently. But just as Peter Parker? I don't know what they must think. I think they probably ignore me most of the time and just think I'm not worth their time. I'm used to it though and sometimes I'd much rather prefer the quiet anyway.

It doesn't help when I can't seem to string a complete sentence together without sounding stupid or like I'm having a seizure. I don't like too much attention anyway so I guess it's ok. I I'd rather just disappear so I didn't stick around to see what people really think of me. I doubt that I'd ever like what they'd say anyway. I'm too impatient and distracted to really care. I dress pretty simply, t-shirts and jeans and nothing too stylish. I sometimes wear glasses to help see a little better and really don't understand why people care so much about what other people think I look like. After all, I'm just some other kid. Nothing's really special about me anyway except for this weird mutant power.

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I'M THE PRESS CONFERENCE ,
YOU'RE A CONVERSATION.[/color][/font]
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YOU'RE DOING GREAT. NOW TELL ME ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU LIKE.[/COLOR]
`Mary Jane
`photography
`journaling
`drawing
`video games
MHM. WHAT ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE?[/COLOR]
`villains
`jocks
`bullies
`my powers sometimes
`being ignored
GREAT. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT.[/COLOR]
`Good heart. I guess I'm an all around nice guy and I really do care about people.
`Sensitive. I really can't think of any thing good about me...but I am sensitive, maybe too sensitive and emotional.
NOW YOUR WEAKNESSES. I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG.[/COLOR]
`Impatience.I 'm not the most patient kinda guy out there...
`Pushover. I'll do anything you want cause I don't know how to say no.
YEAH..DO YOU HAVE ANY GOALS THAT YOU WISH TO ACCOMPLISH?[/COLOR]
Goals? I don't know. I guess be a real superhero some day instead of attempting to put on some dumb suit and flail from my so called powers. I want to find a girl, save her, do all that stuff real heroes are supposed to do. but here I am, still a nerd and pretty pointless even at this school.
MMM..WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
`losing my powers
`not being able to save Mary Jane
HAVE ANY HABITS OR QUIRKS? DON'T WORRY, I HAVE TOO.[/COLOR]
I tug at my ear a lot.
I also kinda tap a little too fast when I'm nervous.
EVERYONE HAS DEEP DARK SECRETS, RIGHT? YOURS? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL A SOUL.[/COLOR]
I don't know about secrets..there's the obvious that I've got mutant powers. As thrilling as that isn't for me..
I feel responsible for having lost my own uncle to criminals but I can't bear to tell anyone.
COULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD?[/COLOR]
Naive
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF, OVERALL.[/COLOR]
I think you got enough reading, I hope. I'm mostly a quiet guy and impatient when I have to wait for too long. I guess I'm good at drawing but I don't do it as much as I'd like. I enjoy photography and really bringing out life onto print somehow. I'm fairly romantic but I don't know how to be brave enough just to talk to a girl I've been watching for some time. I don't think I'm ever good enough and can be easily pushed away from things.I'm naive and a pushover and people can easily take advantage of me even though I'd rather not like to have that happen. I just don't know how to react normally in some situations and feel like a loser and an outcast. I'd like to have real friends but I don't know how to push myself out of my comfort zone enough to make that happen.

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PUT ON A SHOW ,
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DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?[/COLOR]Nope. only child, orphan, sob story.
LOVELY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE PETS – DO YOU?[/COLOR]
No? Though I did have goldfish once.
FASCINATING. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING, BUT WHAT'S YOUR BACKGROUND?[/COLOR]
Uh...American?Something. I don't really pay attention to genes.[/LIST]
WELL, ALMOST DONE. BUT WHERE DO YOU LIVE APART FROM HERE?[/COLOR]
Oh, uh, New York, New York.
DO, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. DON'T WORRY, THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT I WILL BE ASKING.[/COLOR]

My history? You really wanna know? OK, I guess I'll have to tell you sooner or later. I grew up with my great aunt and uncle. They took care of me when my parents died. Yeah, I never knew them though so it's hard to miss someone I never knew anyway. My great aunt and uncle have always been pretty caring. I know they're pretty poor and we always had troubles paying the bills. Things could have been better most of the time but they could have been worse too. I never liked being poor but sometimes I have to realize how thankful I am for having been raised in a house of my own at all.

Things were well enough and good most of my life. nothing really happened and my life was fairly normal and pretty transparent. I went to grade school and middle school just like any other kid and didn't have to worry about this spider crap thankfully. I was fairly normal despite the whole, you know, orphan thing. Not like it matters to most people since they have their own sob story to tell anyway. at least I had someone to take care of me most of the time. Anyways, things went by normally until I finally saw Mary Jane.

She filled my world the moment I saw her and I still don't know what to say when I'm around her outside of this school. I'm fascinated by her and can't believe she's so beautiful. Of course she'd never notice me. Why would she? Sorry, got off track...I tend to do that thinking about her. Anyways, I saw her in high school again after we'd shared houses next door to each other our whole life. She finally said hello to me that day in high school like I was normal. Though we'd spent most of our childhood together, that was the first time it seemed that she'd finally seen me.

I had been taking her picture when we'd all gone to this science exhibit later in high school too. It was before I'd even heard of this place of course. That was the day that spider had disappeared from its case and bit me. That's when everything changed. I started changing and didn't understand why, being able to stick to walls and climb up and down them wit hthe slightest of ease. My reflexes began to be even better and my vision was even improving so much so that I didn't have to wear glasses anymore. But things got worse one day when I decided I needed to get a car to be able to really impress Mary Jane. I decided to compete wrestling for the big prize money. I ended up winning because of my powers and thankfully wasn't crushed to death but later, when I discovered I'd been cheated out of the money, a criminal took the bags of money and I let him leave. I could have stopped him but I was angry that I didn't have the money that I had rightfully won. I didn't know that later the same criminal high jacked my great uncle's car and shot him for refusing to give it to him. I was devastated and soon after that, I was taken to this school. I still don't know what I'm doing here and I feel so very guilty that I let my uncle die. IT was all my fault and now I'm here...unsure of what I'm supposed to do what's going on.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.[/COLOR]
uh, sure. I guess it's your job and all. hope I gave the right answers?

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I'M GIVING UP SLOWLY ,
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Hey hey hey, my name is sie[/COLOR],
and I am twenty five years old. I
am of the female species. I have
been roleplaying for about ten years
now. My other characters here are none yet
Anyways, I have a couple of things to say:
anythingelse?.
hope this is all right. I know it's not my best but was up late doing it.

Oh, and this is my rp sample:

Will smiled back ever so slightly as he noticed that she was smiling a little easier. It was something at least. better than nothing if he could get her to smile just a little bit like that. So it wasn't much when compared to what he could be giving them. He wanted to take them all in and sometimes felt that he would never be able to really help one way or another. He just felt like he was letting them talk but not giving real solutions. He nodded and looked for some kind of tissue that he knew was buried in his pockets somewhere. Finally ,h e produced a fairly worn looking tissue and tried his best to piece it into something so that she could use it and passed it on. He felt a little silly, wanting even the tissues to be perfect for his students but really, it was just what he did.

"I can understand needing a distraction but that's what Glee is supposed to be about. To help you kids and to distract you from the rest of what life has been giving you problems on. I want Glee to be a haven so things like this don't happen. But..it just seems that lately I've been down on that promise and things haven't been getting any better as they should." He shrugged, feeling as helpless as ever but he kept going. She had said she needed to keep walking anyway. Right? He hoped he could give her at least some kind of solace before she went back to the madness of the school around her. At least times like these, somethings felt better to him. It was when he could reach out to these students and at least give them some kind of comfort in these little moments of time. He wished he could be a real father to all of them and not just some guy who happened to listen to things when they needed to. It was amazing really, how even just listening made things better.

"I'm letting you off on a warning though because you did tell me. But don't again, ok ? I don't want to see you throwing away your bright future because things are confusing right now. And I know Noah can be ...well, Noah. What? Me? A stick can just sit back and listen. I'm not doing any thing different, honest."He shrugged, as if it were nothing but he did feel a little warm and fuzzy. He knew that feeling wouldn't last too long so he might as well keep it around while he could. Besides, he would be going to Spanish class soon and had to prepare himself for students who didn't half pay attention or cheat off other tests and whisper and gossip int he back of the room. They weren't all bad, he knew. But the jocks didn't make life any easier.

[Drew Wallace]

Accepted!

{this is Chase by the way...i was to lazy to log out }