Post by kayden on Sept 16, 2009 17:56:01 GMT -5
rodney jacob harlows.
t w e n t y t w o. b o y. s h y. u p p e r c l a s s.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!
--rodney
Ninteen Seventy Six was the year of rabbit, as well as the year Karson Angel Harlows began to attend Rabbit Prepatory Academy in Franklin Lakes, New Jersey. Karson, who enjoyed new adventures and trips, was thrilled to be away from his home in boring, old Rhode Island. Little did he know, that he 1976 would be the beginning of the rest of his life.
Karson fell in love with a girl named Bridgette Banks, head cheerleader and volleyball team captain. They were never together until 1978, which is where Karson and Bridgette's lives as teenagers came to an end.
Bridgette was pregnant. However, it was against school laws for any pregnancies to occur. She dropped out of high school to raise their future child and moved into a studio apartment close to the school. Six and a half months later, Bridgette gave birth to a beautiful baby girl by the name of Rajah.
Visits from the new father were frequent, and soon enough they were engaged. Karson Angel Harlows graduated from Rabbit Prepatory Academy in 1980 with honors. The tightly niched family of three recieved just over a hundred thousand from each side to purchase a house for the family. Franklin Lakes was left behind and the Harlowes purchased a small home in the Hamptons.
Bridgette and Karson were married at the age of ripe age of twenty, in 1982. Soon after, the Harlows began to try for another child. After hundreds of failed pregnancy tests, Bridgette decided to visit her doctor. After several tests, Bridgette was diagnosed with metrothesiosis. The Harlows were deavestated.
Months went by and Bridgette rarely spoke. The small family had begun to drift apart. By then, it was 1986. The Harlowes decided to try one more time.
SUCCESS.
The Harlows, excluding Rajah because she was too young to understand, were thrilled. The news of a new baby in the house made Bridgette go back to her old, perky self. The family was finally a family again.
The Harlows soon found that their small two bedroom cabin in the Hamptons would no longer be big enough for the future family of four. Karson Harlows, who had become a successful archetict within the time being, relocated the Harlowes to a small villa in one of the suburban areas in New York.
This move was just in time, because only twelve hours after the move was complete, Rodney Jakob Harlows was brought into the world. The date was March 12, 1987, and the Harlows family was complete. The child was handsome and eerily quiet at birth, breathing but not crying.
Rodney was a healthy, quiet, child who seemed perfect in every way. He was not very social and rarely interacted with his sister, who was constantly waking to infant up for a game of peek-a-boo. The child was nicknamed "Old Soul" by his parents, and "Big, Stupid Brat" by his sister.
Quite strangely, the child began to speak at nine months old, although the event occured infrequently. His first words were actually sentences, which were to his sister. Evidentally, they were, "I'm trying to sleep here!?" The Harlows, excluding Rajah, were thrilled.
Rodney grew quickly, and it seemed as if he would never stop running. In fact, when Rodney was only five, he stood at 4"8 and weighed 80 lbs. The child was quite smart, yet outspoken and often ignored by his classmates. He was considered to be the tall, freaky kid whom nobody wanted to speak to. In fact, it's been said Rodney had no friends as a child, all the way up to third grade.
In third grade, Rodney Jakob Harlows was 5"4 and 110 lbs. He was awkward and towered over the other children in his grade, whom were barely rounding the 4"4 mark. Most, if not all, of the children ignored him, and most didn't know his name. Rodney was becoming a shy and rather submissive person, and would rarely speak unless spoken to. And then, he met Alice Raker.
Alice Raker and Rodney Harlows were best friends from the start. Alice, who was the shortest girl in the third grade, barely standing at 3"6, was loud and boisterous. And there was something about that that made Rodney want to be around her, to be her friend. The two grew up together, yet tradgedy struck as they were finishing their senior year.
Alice Raker was raped and murdered by her manager.
Rodney Harlows did not speak. He did not speak to his mother. He did not speak to his father. He did not speak to his sister. And at 6"5 and 180 lbs, Rodney cried.
His parents put the boy in therapy, they were concerned about their child's state of mind. Alice was Rodney's only friend, and they were sure he would never speak again. However, Rodney did speak to the therapist, probably saying more than he'd ever said in his life in one sitting.
He spoke of how he was bullied as a child and how he hated bullies and all things green. He spoke of how he hated the scent of honey and how he despiesed ignorance. And then, Rodney spoke of how he loved roses and fried chicken. He spoke of how he loved rainy days and loud noises. But most of all, Rodney spoke of how he'd been in love with Alice Raker and everything he loved about her.
Rodney said he loved her long, bouncy, blond hair. He spoke of how he loved how she could always make him laugh and how she was so physical with him. Rodney spoke of how he loved her perfect little frame. And he spoke of how he loved how short she was, and how close she'd been able to get to him. And most of all, he loved to hear her voice. Rodney loved to listen to her speaking, and he loved to hear her talk about nothing for hours over the phone.
And then, Rodney's eyes filled with tears and his heart with hate, he spoke of how he hated the other girls at his school. He hated their perfectly styled hair. He hated their neatly ironed clothing. He hated their made up faces, and he hated their model like figures.
Rodney told the therapist everything he could recall about his life. He even spoke of how he'd like to own a restaraunt in Wisconsin and go to cooking school one day. He told her about the years he spent in Home Economics, learning how to cook the way he did. He spoke of all the dinners he'd made for his family. He spoke of all the progress he'd made, and then, Rodney left.
Rodney graduated from his high school with honors that year, and recited a speech about his lost friend at graduation. Everyone was shocked to hear his voice. He never spoke, being so shy and all.
Soon after, Rodney moved away from his family to attend a cooking school in Wisconsin. He attended that school for four years, earning his Bachelors Degree in cooking. Rodney had managed to coax out a lot of money from his parents, and bought a huge penthouse in upper class Wisconsin, where he resides today.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be kayden, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be shia lebouef. i've been doing this for eight months, so i pretty much know how this all works.
-- Duke had been particularly amused by the girl, who had identified herself as "Harlequin" or "Ace". Her modest sarcasm had...interested him.
"Well, I'll call you Ace, then. And it kind of seems that you need to make sure you don't walk off of buildings. Why are you all scraped up, if you don't mind me asking?" the boy asked, looking at Ace in a curious way.
Having the demeanor of an eight year old, Duke's breath smelled of ice-cream. Vanilla, to be exact. He was intruiged at the way she'd shook his hand, as most females would cower in fear if he had asked them to do so. He was pretty tall.
A Canadian, she was. Duke could tell by her accent, which was obviously displayed at the word "encase". He was about to ask her about the ridiculously strange streaks of blond in Ace's hair, when a massive bee began to orbit around him.
"What the hell?!!? That thing is freaking massive!" Dukie screeched, cowering from it and trying his best not to get stung. The bee, however, persisted that it land on him, and instinctively, he ran to go hide behind the oak. This display looked quite awkward and increasingly ridiculous. What kind of "6'4 man was afraid of a bumblebee? Only Duke!
"EEEEOOWWW!" he screamed, once the bee had come to follow him and sting his left leg. Duke screamed bloody murder, so it was quite odd. He had always been a target for flying bugs, but not bees! Of course, our little Duke fell to the grass, once more. He shrieked out of pain and utter surprise, covering his bleeding sting with his hands.
"JESUS CHRIST! GET THE FREAKING FIRST AID BAG!!!" Duke cried, pointing at the bag that he had dropped during his first fall. Now, he was beginning to draw attention to them, and he did seem a bit, crazy. Duke needed a pill to stop the swelling, or else he'd have to take a trip to the very place he worked, the hospital. It'd also be likely his mother would allow him to go anywhere outdoors again.
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