Post by isidore wilburn berry on Jul 21, 2011 17:32:12 GMT -5
isidore wilburn berry
sixteen, student, obnoxious, conceited, annoying.
[/size]“Well hello there, beautiful. Yes, I'm looking in the mirror. I'm not, really, I'm just kidding, because you would think I was looking in the mirror. I know what people say about me.. and it's not all rainbows and butterflies. My full name is Isidore Wilburn Berry. Pronounced eye-zeh-door. Well, at least that’s how my parents have always pronounced it. I just say my name is Izzy though to make it easier for people, even though there really isn’t an ‘Iz’ in my name. Apparently it’s greek or something.. even though I’m not even greek. I dunno where it even came from, don’t ask. Enough about names. I was born on Halloween; October 31st. I know, I love Halloween. I like dressing up. I usually go as a fairy princess unicorn from the land of the elves. Kidding, kidding. Or am I? I'm actually a guy, though, and I enjoy the warmth of females. I sometimes like to wear their clothes, but that doesn't mean I like men. I'm sixteen. I'm getting old and it's scary. I'm original. I'm unique. I'm one of a kind.
Now I will admit.. I’m not from around here. Actually, I just moved here. I dunno why my parents chose here, of all places. Well, apparently they said it was quiet and small and ‘tame’. Really? Well, long story short they think I’ve been rebelling and so I’m pretty sure we moved from Los Angeles, California to here because of that. Probably not all because of that, but still. They were getting sick of the big city life and apparently I was acting like a spoiled brat and sleeping with too many chicks so they decided to bring me to a place where everyone knew everyone. Apparently they don’t understand that this town probably has females, too. Or.. let’s hope.
Yeah, well, I’m known as a ‘player’. I’ve never been in an actual relationship and I’ve broken a lot of girls’ hearts because they expect some sort of commitment or something.. or for me to call them after our one-night-stand. Girls can be so dumb and whiney. Seriously, who could possibly want to live with one? Poor choice. I mean.. my parents may be married and everything but they always cheat on each other. There’s no such thing as love, period. I don’t really like to get close to people in general and I tend to lock people out. There are things I’ve never even told my good friends back home.
I got in trouble a lot at school, but not for fighting or something. I was just the typical class clown, always trying to make the classroom more entertaining. If the teacher started yelling at someone I’d ask loudly if he needed to change his tampon or something like that. I love to embarrass the teachers. This results in frequent detentions, but it’s still awesomely hilarious.
I really really hate nerdy bookworm type of people. They are so annoying and lame. They clearly never have any fun. I also hate bees and wasps and stuff because they sting, and spiders. People always say they are more scared of you than you are of them. Seriously? They told you that? So you can talk to bugs now? That’s cool and kind of messed up but whatever. What I really think they’re saying is ‘ooo look at that tasty human, I can’t wait to eat him for dessert! NOM NOM NOM!’. I hate dogs. They slobber freaking everywhere. Like the big saint bernards or whatever you call them. When they shake their head, the drool flies from their mouth and hits the ceiling. I saw it happen once. It's a true story. Also, freaking same animal. His drool is all white and nasty. My friend tried to wipe it on my face and I started gagging and literally threw up in my mouth like that time when I was twelve and my dad farted in the car and wouldn't roll down the windows and the taste and smell of his fart hit me like a truck. Do you see what I'm saying? I like girls, cats, penguins, and music. Yes, a hidden talent of mine is my musical abilities. I tell no one about it.. I keep it to myself. It’s private. I can play the guitar, piano, saxophone and drums. I also sing a little but I’m done talking about this. Moving on.
I honestly think this is all you could possibly need to know about me, kay? Really, this is all quite personal. Now go away. I am Isidore Wilburn Berry and I approve this message.”It was finally the big day. His wedding. Haha, no. Not even close. Wouldn’t that be terrifying? Then he’d lose all his freedom. No, no, it was the day where he would get to finally go on a partially real date buy his cat with Annie. He’d been waiting too long for this moment. He needed a companion. He missed his ferret back home in America, and he doubted there’d be a way to get it back to him over here or something. It wasn’t like his parents cared for it, though. It was probably dead and rotting in a corner or something. That made him worry a bit. Maybe he should have gone back over the summer to see how everything was going. But, no. he had decided to stay here instead and get an apartment and a job and all that stupid adult crap. Ew. He actually liked it here, though. He was surrounded by magic and people he knew. It made him feel comfortable. He’d feel a bit like a foreigner if he went to visit his home now. Would his old friends even remember him? They probably graduated, had awesome parties that he didn’t go to, got cool gifts like cars, and were moving on just wonderfully without a second thought about him. Wow, that was slightly depressing to think about.. It wasn’t like he didn’t care about those that he knew back home. He liked them just as much as some of the people here. He actually had real friends over there that he could hardly keep in touch with in any form. There was no way in hell these muggles would send a letter with an owl. That would just expose him and his secrets. They would live a life as normal people. Maybe they would be a doctor or a manager at Arby’s or something. Then they’d grow old and get married and he wouldn’t make it to their weddings. Then they’d have kids and he wouldn’t be able to babysit them. Whoa, whoa. They would never let him babysit their kids. Who was he kidding? Wait, no. Shut up. It’s time to buy that cat..
He had been able to occupy himself since they had scheduled their little outing with his job at the Hog’s Head and his Obliviator training and such. Sure, he would think about how awesome it was frequently, but it was only because he was looking forward to finally having a kitten. It would be so cute. What would he name it? He had no idea yet. Damn. He needed to think about that. It wasn’t like he was overly excited to see Annie or anything. He only agreed to this because they both wanted a cat at the same time.. right? Yep. Easier to do it together in one trip. Anyway, he usually saw her all the time since she lived right next to him, anyway. And no, he had not noticed her absence on Friday night. Okay, that would be lying. Not to sound all stalker crazy, but he’s usually tuned in to the opening and closing of Annie’s door. Perhaps she had come back in late after he had fallen asleep, or maybe it was so quiet he never heard it. No, no. He barely slept because he stayed awake thinking about what she could be doing. He was as paranoid as hell so he instantly thought that she was probably sneaking around with some other guy. Not that he cared or anything, because he didn’t. He just thought that was a terrible idea. Really, he was willing to open his arms for her to crawl into and she just goes around with a whole bunch of other dudes? Not cool. Okay, this makes him sound a little obsessed. Well, it wasn't like he did this every night. Really, he didn't listen for her door. it just happened to be the night before their date outing and he wanted to know what she was up to. At the time he had pictured what she could possibly be doing at that time of night and it bugged him so much that he barely got any sleep, leaving him with terrible bags under his eyes that were clearly visible even at that moment. It had never crossed his mind that she could have stayed at the school, in her dorm room. He didn’t really think about all the possibilities, he just jumped to the worst conclusion.
Trevor hadn’t even been paying attention when he had thrown on this shirt, so he couldn’t help but laugh when he looked down at himself. He had already left his apartment, so it wasn’t like he was going to change it or anything. It was perfectly appropriate. Luckily it was a fairly nice day outside, so he was pretty fine with wearing his cargo shorts. Adding to his great ensemble was his loudly colored sunglass. He missed the pair he had traded with Annie, but was positive he had an extra lying around somewhere. He had just forgotten where it was. They had planned on meeting outside the Three Broomsticks, so that was where Trevor was currently standing. Damn, he never liked getting somewhere first. Shit, maybe he was early. Great, that made it look like he was excited. Eager. Ready to see Annie and grope her. But no, he didn’t want to come off as desperate for her company. Dammit, why couldn’t he have scheduled to be fashionably late like usual? Damn. Damn. Shit. Hell. She was probably looking at him from a distance now thinking to herself ‘hey, he’s here early. Ew. That’s not normal. Crap, is he excited to see me? That’s disgusting.’ Or something along those lines.
“I don’t like being touched!” Trevor shrieked at the top of his lungs the instant he felt arms wrap around his waist. Of course, anyone within the hearing of Trevor’s loud-as-hell mouth could have heard that and thought he was being molested or something. That’s probably why people were looking. He spun around quickly to face the redhead, “Oh. It’s you. Of course. You can touch me all you want,” he smirked instantly upon seeing Annie’s face. What a pleasant sight. If he was tired at all from his lack of sleep the previous night, he felt instantly revived at just the sight of her. Then his paranoid thoughts came back into play and he frowned, “I was told.. someone was murdered last night. They want alibis from everyone. So.. tell me where you were last night so I can clear you with the agents,” he lied, fumbling slightly. Damn, who would believe that? It’s not like she would know what was going on in his head, anyway. If she did, she’d probably run as far away as possible
