Post by oliver luke wolf on Jan 2, 2010 3:50:58 GMT -8
,wolf, oliver, luke.
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"AND I KNEW I'D MADE A HORRIBLE CALL, AND NOW THE STATE LINE FELT LIKE THE BERLIN WALL. AND THERE WAS NO DOUBT ABOUT WHAT SIDE I WAS ON. 'CAUSE I BUILT YOU A HOME IN MY HEART WITH ROTTEN WOOD, IT DECAYED ROM THE START. 'CAUSE YOU CAN'T FIND NOTHING AT ALL IF THERE WAS NOTHING THERE ALL ALONG. NO, YOU CAN'T FIND NOTHING AT ALL IF THERE WAS NOTHING THERE ALL ALONG."
-CROOKED TEETH, DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
the preliminaries,
INTRODUCING: OLIVER[/center]
[/color] I've been on this earth since APRIL 1, 1985[/b], so that makes me 25[/color]. I'm a LOCAL[/color] but I'm actually from ALLIANCE, OHIO. In case you were wondering, I'm SINGLE, and STRAIGHT. I know what you're thinking, am I GAEL GARCIA BERNAL, right? I am. But don't say anything, I've been trying to lose the paparazzi for weeks. (;[/blockquote][/blockquote]"Hi, I'm OLIVER LUKE WOLF but most people just call me CRAZY.
free-styling,
[/size]EXCERPTS AND TIDBITS FROM THE LIFE&TIMES OF OLIVER WOLF[/center]
[/b]RECENT SENT TEXTS
"so why don't you get your ass over here and pick me up?!"
" "
"asdjnsjkk"
"fuck. you. and your stupid plans."
"hey hey hey, don't kill the messenger."
"and don't chicken out this time, it's not like anyone's gonna see us."
"screw the consequences. do you even know what that means?"
RECENT STATUS MESSAGES[/b]
OLLY OLLY OXENFREE this is SPARTA!!
OLLY OLLY OXENFREE is cold and very tired
OLLY OLLY OXENFREE has had too much red bullllll.
OLLY OLLY OXENFREE this is madness!!
OLLY OLLY OXENFREE where's a car when you need one?!
OLLY OLLY OXENFREE this is blasphemy!!
OLLY OLLY OXENFREE is a good samaritan (:
COAT CHECK[/b]
jean pockets:
1 cellphone
2 twizzlers
1 house key
1 random piece of string
1 unused pack of nicoderm
coat pockets:
2 movie tickets
5 lottery tickets
1 out-dated mp3 player
2 half used packs of cigarettes
MEDICAL PRESCRIPTION
PATIENT NAME:
AGE: 24
DATE: august 3, 2008
PERSCRIPTION: ambien CR tabs, disp #120
SIG: 12.5 mg every night for co-morbid, chronic insomnia
REFILL INSTRUCTIONS: 4x
SHOPPING LIST
jelly, peanut butter, bread, cigarettes, ambien cr, nicoderm, pickles.
SLEEP JOURNAL ENTRIES:[/b]
august 3-10
So I've been having insomnia--co-morbid, chronic insomnia, whatever the hell that means--and Dr. Saunders gave me some pills and this thing. Says I have to keep a sleep diary to record my sleep or something. The saddest part is it's not even a real diary, just a couple of questions that I have to answer for a week, but I thought I'd write an entry anyway. He also says I have to stop smoking and maybe even lay off the caffeine. Apparently, that's what's causing the insomnia. Whoopee, no double lattes or cigarettes for me. Anyway, I'm supposed to be writing about the fascinating and mysterious world of my sleep patterns. Brace yourself, doc, cause everyone knows I suck at writing:
What time did you first go to bed last night?
M: 11:30 T: 3:43 exactly W: ... Th: 11:00 F: 4:47 S: ... Su: ...
About how long did it take you to fall asleep?
M: 20 min T: 5 min W: ... Th: 10 min F: instantly S: ... Su: ...
About how many times, if any, did you awaken during the night?
M: twice T: once W: ... Th: zip F: 0 S: ... Su: 360
Overall, about how many hours did you sleep?
M: 5:30 T: 4:15 W: ... Th: 7:50 F: feels like none S: ... Su: ...
At what time did you wake up (for the last time) this morning?
M: 6ish T: 7:10 W: 6:30 Th: 6:30 F: ... S: ... Su: ...
In general, how did you feel when you woke up? V (Very refreshed) S (somewhat refreshed) F (Fatigued) M: S-somewhat refreshed T: H-hungover W: V-very refreshed Th: S-somewhat refreshed F: F-fatuiged S: ... Su: ...
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history,
[/size]THE BACKGROUND.[/center]
Out of the approximately 6.5 billion people inhabiting this earth, and the roughly 350,00 births worldwide per day, it was sheer luck that Oliver Wolf happened to be born on the day he was. On the first day of April in the year 1985, a healthy (although small and premature by two months) baby boy was born. About fifteen minutes afterward, half way around the world, a young Mr. Conrad Wolf was holding a business conference when he was given the news. He laughed first. He waited second. He could hardly keep still when the words, 'April Fools' never came. In this moment, a strictly catholic man had gotten as close as he ever would to Nirvana.
Back in the warm, sterilized room of a hospital, Lillian Marie Wolf cradled the baby boy in her arms. Looking back on that day, she remembers how (in all his clammy, pink, wrinkly glory) beautiful he was. Months before, a name had been bestowed upon what was only then some skin and nerves. Oliver after her father, and Luke after his great uncle (although he once credited all the inspiration to Star Wars).
Oliver grew up as any boy should. Family, friends, love, happiness. There was nothing he couldn't ask for that he wasn't given and nothing he could do that he wasn't reprimanded for. He grew up in a laid-back, good humored family that soon passed both traits on to him. He worked hard in school and was known by most for having a good head on his shoulders. For many years, life in the shoes of Oliver Wolf was a normal one. But change is always eminent, and this change came as a surprise to everyone.
One day he woke up and he was no longer a boy. Or at least, he wasn't expected to be. Suddenly responsibilities burdened him and he almost buckled under the weight. Adulthood rudely shoved its way through to him. With a few grudging sighs, he went off to college. He walked out three days later saying that a lifetime of flipping burgers sounded just fine to him. It didn't to his mother. She was angry and confused. How could a boy with good grades, good decisions and goals suddenly give up on everything he had worked so hard for? She called it defiance, he called it independence. A kiss and a wave were the only things he left behind.
Life on the road was not quite what he had bargained for. The college money he and his parents had saved up for years quickly dwindled in such uncertain hands. He adopted a nomadic lifestyle; staying for a couple months in several different places. One minute, he was in Kansas, the next New York. Just as he got a job, made some friends and found a girl, he'd be off, never to return again.
A few months later, a twenty-two year old boy found himself lost and low on money in a faraway land known as Cordes-Sur-Ciel. To this day, no one knows in what way the events unfolded to bring him so far from home, but after ages spent moving around, the restlessness eased away and he thought he'd settle down for a while. Something about a foreign place and foreign people excited him. He knew no one here. He wasn't troubled by friends or family, he was left undisturbed and he liked it that way. He found a job and moved what little things he owned into an apartment where he stayed for a year.
In no time at all, twenty-three year old Oliver visited home for no particular reason. On many long nights, he had wondered what it would be like to go back. He envisioned the surprised and happy faces of his parents, he saw his friends come up to meet him, smiles on their faces. He saw balloons and fireworks, and never once doubted the plausibility of such things. But many things can change in six years. Oliver learned that the hard way. He planned to shave, shower, dress his best, and fly out there without a word to anyone.
He stepped out of the cab with a smile on his face and a bag in his shaking hands. There was surprise on his parents' faces, but that was about it. Yes, they were glad to see him, but something seemed missing. It seemed like he had left their world six years ago, and now, no matter how much he longed to be back, he couldn't enter. He left the next day with a one way ticket to France, shaking his head, tired and confused. Life had gone on without him, it seemed. But he was okay with that.
about the author,
[/size]SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? [/center]
[/color]. I've been roleplaying for 6 OR SO[/color] years now and I stumbled upon this site WHEN GOD HURLED IT FROM THE HEAVENS INTO MY BRAIN[/b]. I hail from SUNNY CALIFORNIA[/color]. If need be, you can contact me by TIN CANS CONNECTED BY STRINGS[/color]. My other characters are INVISIBLE ._.[/color] and I like POT ROASTS, OLD COMIC BOOKS, READING, AND ALL OF YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE[/color]!Hi everyone, I'm SIENA and I'm ANCIENT
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