Post by CHRISTIAN TONY WEBB on Oct 28, 2009 15:58:47 GMT -6
Hands on the mirror, can't get much clearer
can't make this all go away
now that you're bleeding you stare at the ceiling
and watch as it all fades away.
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Christian Tony Webb.
"Chris, T"
"In Hollywood there’s a lot of big houses, car crashes, and drama. You would never guess that Christian Tony Webb, of all people, grew up in Los Angles. He’s a good writer but not one to want to get into acting or become all that famous. Surprisingly, he’s already decently famous and has written more than enough Hollywood scenes for one lifetime but he doesn’t have the ego that normally comes with that. Throughout his lifetime he’s had one or two girlfriends, each for a short amount of time and that’s all he’s really wanted.
If he had a choice it’s more than possible that he wouldn’t be in Hollywood writing scripts. Sure, he loves writing, but not so much in Hollywood. This sure isn’t his life goal: writing action books and becoming an author is.T he only reason he’s really here is because of Helena, his best friend, and his biggest weakness. They grew up together and this was always her dream, so he just kind of followed her into it. It’s a bit too common for him to just follow whatever his friends or family are doing because he just isn’t the type of guy that will share his feelings very often. Trust me, if there’s something wrong with him it’ll be hard for you to tell. But there’s another reason he’s following Helena around like a lost puppy. He’s in love and has been for quite a lengthy period of time. It’s Christian we’re talking about here: there’s no way he’s ready to announce his feelings. At least not yet.
Family is a big part of Christian’s life. Even though his parents and two younger siblings live about two hours away he still misses them. A lot.
His mom, Katlyn, was always the one that stood out from the rest of the crowd. Okay, sometimes she did wear bright orange sweatshirts so her kids could find her in large crowds but that’s not the point. The point is that she dared to be different, a skill Christian always admired but never actually achieved. Every day he thinks about his mom and how she didn’t care what others thought about her or her family: she just wanted to have fun. That is, without question, Christian’s biggest life goal. He just wants to be able to express himself though it’s turning out to be a lot harder than he thought. For most of his life his dad hasn’t been the biggest person in his life. With the work that he does, business management, he travels a lot. Maybe he’s home more now, for his two younger daughters, but Christian wouldn’t know. Quite frankly he hopes that his dad is at least getting involved in their lives more than he got involved in his own. His two younger sisters are twins and boy, he loves them to death. At the moment they are about ten, and yes, don’t even ask what happened with such a big age difference. His mom wanted a daughter: they got two. Either way, Christian’s happy with it. Sarah and Jessica are the highlight of his life of his bad days and what he looks forward to when Thanksgiving rolls around. Taking these two away from him would pretty much be like killing half of him. He would do anything for his family but he wouldn’t exactly enjoy it. For Jessica and Sarah though, he would enjoy taking a bullet for the two of them. For some reason he just can’t stand the thought of anything happening to the two of them.
He grew up in a good neighborhood and had more than enough friends. High school went by slowly and it wasn’t exactly what you saw in the movies for this guy. Girls hit on him all of the time – he just didn’t return the favor. Around his sophomore year was when he started noticing just how cute Helena was, just how much he liked her. But, of course, he kept quiet and just let high school roll by. With the load of advanced classes he was in there wasn’t much time for play, much less a girlfriend, so he stuck to himself and opened up to his group of friends on a rare occasion. You know, there’s a lot that friends can do to you. Some of them have influences and some of them are simply there. Considering how much a nerd Christian is to this day, you could easily say that he hung around with the chess club a bit too often.
But he does have something that no one knows. Well, besides his secret about loving Helena. When he was twenty he took a trip to Florida with a group of friends – Helena knew little to nothing about it. While they were there they drove a bit too recklessly. Not Christian himself exactly, but his best friend. Long story short they were hit by a semi. All of them survived after a trip to get some stitches on Christian’s part. The stitches, two hundred to be exact, were placed on the back of his head. Ever since then he’s had terrible head aches at least twice a day but he’s refused to mention it to anyone, Helena especially.
It’s a big understatement to say that Christian is different than the rest of Hollywood. He doesn’t want what most people come here for: he just wants Helena. "
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Christian Tony Webb.
"Chris, T"
"In Hollywood there’s a lot of big houses, car crashes, and drama. You would never guess that Christian Tony Webb, of all people, grew up in Los Angles. He’s a good writer but not one to want to get into acting or become all that famous. Surprisingly, he’s already decently famous and has written more than enough Hollywood scenes for one lifetime but he doesn’t have the ego that normally comes with that. Throughout his lifetime he’s had one or two girlfriends, each for a short amount of time and that’s all he’s really wanted.
If he had a choice it’s more than possible that he wouldn’t be in Hollywood writing scripts. Sure, he loves writing, but not so much in Hollywood. This sure isn’t his life goal: writing action books and becoming an author is.T he only reason he’s really here is because of Helena, his best friend, and his biggest weakness. They grew up together and this was always her dream, so he just kind of followed her into it. It’s a bit too common for him to just follow whatever his friends or family are doing because he just isn’t the type of guy that will share his feelings very often. Trust me, if there’s something wrong with him it’ll be hard for you to tell. But there’s another reason he’s following Helena around like a lost puppy. He’s in love and has been for quite a lengthy period of time. It’s Christian we’re talking about here: there’s no way he’s ready to announce his feelings. At least not yet.
Family is a big part of Christian’s life. Even though his parents and two younger siblings live about two hours away he still misses them. A lot.
His mom, Katlyn, was always the one that stood out from the rest of the crowd. Okay, sometimes she did wear bright orange sweatshirts so her kids could find her in large crowds but that’s not the point. The point is that she dared to be different, a skill Christian always admired but never actually achieved. Every day he thinks about his mom and how she didn’t care what others thought about her or her family: she just wanted to have fun. That is, without question, Christian’s biggest life goal. He just wants to be able to express himself though it’s turning out to be a lot harder than he thought. For most of his life his dad hasn’t been the biggest person in his life. With the work that he does, business management, he travels a lot. Maybe he’s home more now, for his two younger daughters, but Christian wouldn’t know. Quite frankly he hopes that his dad is at least getting involved in their lives more than he got involved in his own. His two younger sisters are twins and boy, he loves them to death. At the moment they are about ten, and yes, don’t even ask what happened with such a big age difference. His mom wanted a daughter: they got two. Either way, Christian’s happy with it. Sarah and Jessica are the highlight of his life of his bad days and what he looks forward to when Thanksgiving rolls around. Taking these two away from him would pretty much be like killing half of him. He would do anything for his family but he wouldn’t exactly enjoy it. For Jessica and Sarah though, he would enjoy taking a bullet for the two of them. For some reason he just can’t stand the thought of anything happening to the two of them.
He grew up in a good neighborhood and had more than enough friends. High school went by slowly and it wasn’t exactly what you saw in the movies for this guy. Girls hit on him all of the time – he just didn’t return the favor. Around his sophomore year was when he started noticing just how cute Helena was, just how much he liked her. But, of course, he kept quiet and just let high school roll by. With the load of advanced classes he was in there wasn’t much time for play, much less a girlfriend, so he stuck to himself and opened up to his group of friends on a rare occasion. You know, there’s a lot that friends can do to you. Some of them have influences and some of them are simply there. Considering how much a nerd Christian is to this day, you could easily say that he hung around with the chess club a bit too often.
But he does have something that no one knows. Well, besides his secret about loving Helena. When he was twenty he took a trip to Florida with a group of friends – Helena knew little to nothing about it. While they were there they drove a bit too recklessly. Not Christian himself exactly, but his best friend. Long story short they were hit by a semi. All of them survived after a trip to get some stitches on Christian’s part. The stitches, two hundred to be exact, were placed on the back of his head. Ever since then he’s had terrible head aches at least twice a day but he’s refused to mention it to anyone, Helena especially.
It’s a big understatement to say that Christian is different than the rest of Hollywood. He doesn’t want what most people come here for: he just wants Helena. "
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Denver had worked the almost the past fourty-eight hours straight. It had mostly just happened in a blur. People at the hospital, workers for that matter, were getting sick and they were low on staff. So he got drafted to help out. When he had finally escaped the hospital he had hardly managed to change and get into bed before lapsing into an instant deep sleep.
The first time his phone beeped he just groaned, reaching over and turning it off. Whoever was texting him right now could wait, right? He ended up being correct, considering that it was one of his friends asking if he had anyone to hook him up with. Very unimportant, at least in Denver’s mind right now. The second time his phone went off, about three hours later, he sat up and actually opted to read it before deciding if he could go back to sleep or not. Turns out he would be awake for a while.
After about fourty-eight hours of staying fully awake he had gotten about six hours of sleep before Amity texted him. Obviously he would rather have just gone back to sleep and gone over in a few hours, once he was actually somewhat coherent, but because of her text message he decided this had to be important. He dragged himself out of bed and tossed on jeans, flip-flops, a tee shirt and a sweatshirt before wandering out to his car and heading in the direction of Amity’s.
As he drove over there, though the drive was just fifteen minutes or so, he began to wake up and his mind began working. Amity had work today, he was positive of that. But she had texted him from her cell phone, which they weren’t allowed to have while they were working, and had intended for him to come over to her house. So why was she home? It had to be something rather important. By the time he was pulling up in front of her house he decided that she was either sick or someone, something, had died. There was only one way to find out.
Within those fourty-eight hours he had worked he had ended up cutting his cast off. It was actually the first day he had been working when his friend, Steve, had been working at the same time Denver had. Steve was weird and, well, kind of crazy so it wasn’t all that hard to convince the guy to cut off his cast about two weeks early. The damn thing had just been driving Denver crazy, and now that he was working full time he found that it was a lot nicer to have both of his hands. Amity didn’t know yet and Denver figured that it really wouldn’t be a good idea to make her find out when something already appeared wrong. But it wasn’t like he could go back and put the cast back on. At least, he didn’t think so.
Jogging up the steps to her front door, he shivered slightly, shaking his hair out of his eyes. Even though it was getting warmer that totally didn’t mean it was quite warm enough for Denver’s enjoyment. He eyeballed the door for a second, debating on if he should ring the door bell or just walk in. After a moment of thought he went ahead and tried the doorknob. Discovering that it was unlocked he let himself in, leaving his flip flops by the front door. ”Amity?” His voice almost seemed to echo and that was the first time he really began to feel worried. Something really was wrong. His first instinct was to look in the kitchen, damn guy instincts. When he discovered that he was wrong he went and looked up in her room to discover her lying on her bed. ”Love, are you alright?”
The first time his phone beeped he just groaned, reaching over and turning it off. Whoever was texting him right now could wait, right? He ended up being correct, considering that it was one of his friends asking if he had anyone to hook him up with. Very unimportant, at least in Denver’s mind right now. The second time his phone went off, about three hours later, he sat up and actually opted to read it before deciding if he could go back to sleep or not. Turns out he would be awake for a while.
After about fourty-eight hours of staying fully awake he had gotten about six hours of sleep before Amity texted him. Obviously he would rather have just gone back to sleep and gone over in a few hours, once he was actually somewhat coherent, but because of her text message he decided this had to be important. He dragged himself out of bed and tossed on jeans, flip-flops, a tee shirt and a sweatshirt before wandering out to his car and heading in the direction of Amity’s.
As he drove over there, though the drive was just fifteen minutes or so, he began to wake up and his mind began working. Amity had work today, he was positive of that. But she had texted him from her cell phone, which they weren’t allowed to have while they were working, and had intended for him to come over to her house. So why was she home? It had to be something rather important. By the time he was pulling up in front of her house he decided that she was either sick or someone, something, had died. There was only one way to find out.
Within those fourty-eight hours he had worked he had ended up cutting his cast off. It was actually the first day he had been working when his friend, Steve, had been working at the same time Denver had. Steve was weird and, well, kind of crazy so it wasn’t all that hard to convince the guy to cut off his cast about two weeks early. The damn thing had just been driving Denver crazy, and now that he was working full time he found that it was a lot nicer to have both of his hands. Amity didn’t know yet and Denver figured that it really wouldn’t be a good idea to make her find out when something already appeared wrong. But it wasn’t like he could go back and put the cast back on. At least, he didn’t think so.
Jogging up the steps to her front door, he shivered slightly, shaking his hair out of his eyes. Even though it was getting warmer that totally didn’t mean it was quite warm enough for Denver’s enjoyment. He eyeballed the door for a second, debating on if he should ring the door bell or just walk in. After a moment of thought he went ahead and tried the doorknob. Discovering that it was unlocked he let himself in, leaving his flip flops by the front door. ”Amity?” His voice almost seemed to echo and that was the first time he really began to feel worried. Something really was wrong. His first instinct was to look in the kitchen, damn guy instincts. When he discovered that he was wrong he went and looked up in her room to discover her lying on her bed. ”Love, are you alright?”
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