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Post by theshootingstar on Mar 25, 2013 11:56:55 GMT -8
 TheShootingStarNineteen (Nineteen) | Male | Player | N/A | William SkaggsThe CharacterWhat do you want from me, man?
It's a simple question, one William had gotten tired of asking over the years. 'Everyone always wants something, kid. Everyone.' Only truthful thing his father had ever told him, it applied to just about every person he'd met in his life. Ever single one. Didn't matter who they were, or what they pretended to be they were were all looking to gain something in the end. Even his own mother had only been into parenting for the attention it could give her, and when one kid stopped getting her the attention she needed, well, she just moved onto the next guy and popped out another. It wasn't fair, but life isn't fair sometimes and you can either deal with it or let it crush you. Let it consume you, and twist you into some terrible person that you never intended to be. If you give you in then you're becoming what they wanted you to become in the first place. You become the person they need you to be to keep getting what they want, and in the end it means they'll win.
Sometimes it only takes one person to pull you out of the hellish world you've created for yourself, it only takes one outstretched hand to tell you everything can be better than it is right now. Just one. So how come it seemed like nobody ever reached out? He had friends, plenty of them in fact, but it seemed they were only there to be able to say they were there. Eventually though, even the fakers can't stand you anymore. They start to feel what's really going on with you, that anger that radiates from somewhere deep inside at every moment. That rage just waiting to bash down the floodgates and send you over the edge. With each day it gets harder to hold back, harder to keep yourself from letting it over take you, but he does it. He keep sit bashed down, and tries to pretend it doesn't exist.
"Just what I need, a psycho in the next room."
As William entered his last year of highschool, he started to become more... Violent. Letting his bursts of anger slip out more and more, usually in the form of a fight. The floodgates were breaking, cracks were spreading, and it was only a matter of time before he snapped. Around this time his mother decided it might due him some good to see someone with worse issues, maybe it'd help bring him around to being more 'normal' as defined by her. Cameron Eplad, why she'd taken the other boy in was beyond William. Most likely to get more attention, but saying it to her face was like having a death wish. So, while Cameron stayed in his room, William went on with his life.
Determined to let the floodgates break now that it was clear his mother didn't want him to. It was the greatest thing he'd ever experienced, the joy that came with giving into the rage made him feel what he'd been missing all along. The few fakers who'd bothered to stick around until that point were met with the quite the surprise when he turned on them with the full force of his anger. The following fight resulted in expulsion, he hadn't hurt anybody too badly as most of them had run once he clothes lined the first student.
When his mother questioned him, he told her where she could go. It seemed she'd finally have enough, William wasn't worth the trouble to get the attention she wanted. That day she sent him away to live with his grandparents, where he took to staying in his room. There was nothing else to do anymore anyway. Months went by, and it seemed after one burst his anger was dying away. It was still there of course, but it didn't have a target anymore. Later William learned about what his mother had found in Cameron's room, the drawings on the wall and the story written in 'another language'. She'd gone as far as to send pictures to his grandparents, and pretended to be upset about all of it as though she hadn't know Cameron had issues. Only one of the pictures really caught William's eye though. It was a painting of himself doing a shooting star press from a tower into a crowd of people. How had Cameron known?
On the few occasions he'd thought about suicide, William told himself he'd perform a shooting star press from a tower and make an attempt at hitting someone on his way down. Someone he'd known so little about had known enough about him to paint something like this, and it infuriated him. With no people to take his anger out on William threw himself into online games, taking to verbally abusing lesser players to get his anger out. It wasn't long before a friend he'd met told him about Digimon Online, and since this friend lived in Japan he made it clear he could get William a copy. He didn't need to be told anymore, he instantly accepted! He'd conquer this game like he'd set out to do others, and there was nothing anybody was going to do to stop him! All of his anger was turning into ambition as he looked over information about the game, he couldn't wait to play.
As William looked over the information he noticed the main server for play was in Japan, but there was an American server he could easily join. He initially chose the Japanese server because of his friend who was already playing on that server, and, well, odds are not everybody spoke the same language as Will! And if everybody didn't speak the same language as him, he could curse all he wanted and they wouldn't be the wiser! It was fantastic! Harder to get reported that way! When the pod finally came, William looked it over for defects. Hoping it wouldn't just break upon getting inside, and why was he trusting his life to this thing anyway? Why!? OH, right, to play a game! So, with the pod installed and everything ready to go William, somewhat reluctantly, got within the pod and booted up the game... Here goes nothing...
The RPername TheShootingStar, TSS, Will It really doesn't matter
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