Post by Cody Burune on Feb 11, 2010 17:42:51 GMT -5
CODY BURUNE
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[/size][/center]Name: Ernie!
Age: Hi!
Roleplaying Experience: Hi!
How you found the site: Hi!
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[/size][/center]Name: Cody Burune
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (he lies and goes by 16)
Hair Color: Dyed bright green (nondescript brown)
Eye Color: bright green
Skin Tone: White... and blushing
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 121lbs.
Wealth: Average
Sexual Orientation: bicurious
Why they are in La Campana: Brought to the school by his
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
Poetry
Homer
Rain
Window seats
Throw pillows
Soft Jeans
Earth colors
Alone time
Reading
Hot chocolate
tests
school
bright people
big words
climbing trees
creative, punctuation
(hiding in these)
Dislikes:
Bad writing
Scary movies
no plot chick flicks
crowds
loud people
being tested
strangers
home
overdramatics
hyperboles
bars
intoxication
raised voices
ostentatiousness
his siblings
incest
Turn Ons:
loud people
dominant personalities
a strong vocabulary
intelligence
risk-takers
people who don't take no for an answer
monogamy
actresses
'heroes'
Turn Offs:
shy people
only physical
drugs/drinking
quick-to-anger
promiscuous boys
Nervous Habits:
bites lips, fingers (hard enough to break skin)
snaps fingers
drawing/scribbling on hands
fiddling with pens
Fears:
People who don't take no for an answer
losing control of everything
being paralyzed
drowning (water)
his siblings
losing the girls
watching Travis die
...Joshua
Love.
Goals/Aspirations:
To publish.
To go home, eventually. To visit.
To be there for Travis.
To get over
Appearance:
Cody is someone that would not be noticed in a crowd. He tends to hide away in the background, his small frame fitting nicely between all the loud people in his life. His eyes can catch people, though. Big, bright green, but meek, afraid to meet anyone else's eye. There is an obvious intelligence there, though. A soft intelligence. A dreamer's gaze.
Now, his hair grabs attention. Not something he really wanted, but 'hair is supposed to match eyes,' says Sammei. His messy hair that refuses to stay flat is bright green. Loud hair for a quiet boy. He uses it to hide behind, and most of the time it works.
He has a small build, never to be mistaken for anything athletic. Big feet that he constantly stumbles over. Skin that blushes much too easily, so that his cheeks are constantly red. Dimples, too.
(Travis used to kiss them, once upon a time)
Personality: Cody hates to stand out. He likes to keep to himself, writing poetry in a corner while others talk around him. If you were to approach him, he would be kind and curtious, but hardly engaging, always afraid to say something wrong. He stutters when nervous, and it is very rare for him to raise his voice, whether in protest of excitement. He tries not to talk much at all... he always ends up lying, and doesn't know why. He doesn't even think he's that good at lying, though most people seem to take him at face value. Why would the shy, sometimes stuttering boy bother lying? No one seems to think he'd be any good.
Cody seems to surprise a lot of people, but he doesn't like it. He's drawn to the loud people, the ones who will talk for him without him even having to ask. But it isn't because he's shy, though most just assume. He just would rather not interact with too many people. He's only had one friend, and it was hard enough (how he ended up with two girlfriends, he has no idea).[/font]
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[/size][/center]Father: Kevin Burune ('deceased', took off when Cody was born)
Mother: Carol Burune (43)
Sibling/s: Trevor and Amanda (19)
Other important relatives: N/A
Pets: N/A
History: Cody was born the youngest in his family, a simple, almost boring birth, compared to the twins, four years before. The only thing remotely dramatic about his birth was when their dad refused to come home with them. The young twins glare at the newborn, and know this is his fault.
Cody gets used to taking the blame very quickly.
He has a positively boring childhood. The twins teach him to lie for them, and he gets good at it. He learns to read by himself, because by the time he is three, their mother is working full time. The 'nannies' are glorified maids who make him and the twins food, but don't play or teach or care. Reading up in his room is how he passes his days. Even after he starts school, this is his routine. He has friends, kind of, but they do not come over and play. Cody's childhood, like his birth, is uneventful. Average. Not about him at all. And he is pretty okay with that.
Until, of course, a completely unordinary boy comes along.
He notices him right away. It's not like they get a lot of transfer students, and Travis Wilson is from far away. He speaks funny, and his eyes sparkle when he laughs. When he walks, Cody thinks he almost looks like he is floating, like the floor rocks under his feet.
Cody does not participate in the race at lunch that day. He watches, though. He had been bumped up a grade earlier in the year, and isn't big enough to get anything but catcalls and teasing and mud on his face if he tries to keep up. So he watches. When Travis collapses, he is the one to run to the office, as fast as he can. He doesn't bother explaining to the office lady, only grabbing the phone and calmly telling the 911 operator that a boy had collapsed at his school. It is only when the man asks for his name that he bursts into tears. Enough that he has to be sent home. At school the next day, Travis isn't there, and everyone is saying that he is dead. Cody whimpers and dithers with his work that day, which turns into a week, and trails into the next (this is somewhat ironic, as teachers will later write that 'Travis is a bad influence on an otherwise flawless student'). When Travis finally shows up at school, Cody thinks he looks paler. Smaller, even. Like a ghost.
So, for once in his life, Cody says what he thinks. It is the best decision of his life.
The first time Travis shows up at his door, Cody is stunned. He shoots him that wide, crooked smile. "Wanna come play?" And Cody is reeled in. His life revolves around Travis, and Travis needs him to stand. They do everything together, it seems. Travis doesn't mind sitting under a tree for hours, just listening, writing, reading. And Cody finds his voice around the boy. He can talk to this boy, his opposite, his world. One day, Travis steals some of his written scraps of rambling, reads it out loud in an amazed tone. He calls it poetry.
Cody calls this feeling love.
It isn't until Cody is fifteen, still pretending to be sixteen with his best friend (and oh, they've been naughty, they've been bad, but Cody got scared and said he's a virgin til marriage- more lies), that those words are said out loud. By Travis. And Cody shakes his head, because he's seen what love does, he's seen his brother holding the baby his sister gave them, and it makes him sick and it's wrong, it's wrong like two boys are wrong, and he hates love. Kinda. He's so damn scared of love. He runs away, and it's cheating, because he knows Travis can't run to follow him (he knows everything about the boy, he even knows how many days, minutes, seconds, he has to live, and he's wasting them on Cody)
A car pulls up to him, and a girl sticks her head out. She's beautiful and smiling, and her eyes catch him. Grey, almost purple, and it matches her long hair, something he wants to run his hands through (he's never felt... protective before).
"Do we look like criminals?"
"Wh-what? No."
"Good." She stares at him for a long moment. "Do you want to get in?" He told her someone had confessed their love to him. She said that they would make a deal- he would show them around town, and if by the end of the night, he was sure he loved the boy back, they would drop him off at his door.
He doesn't get to say goodbye. But the two girls surround him with this feeling of no past and no future, and he loves it. He doesn't even mind.
A few months later, they are in France, with nothing but the bags on their backs, and Monet's trusty credit card (when he cuts me off, we are so screwed). Monet shows them her city, her home, and Cody is reminded of his. He calls home for the first time since he left. Meaning he calls Travis.
"Travis is gone."
For a terrible moment, he feels everything of what that would mean. And all the numbers of the countdowns that were still kept in the back of his mind explode into dust.
But, no. He is away. At school in Spain. Getting married to some fag or another. He wouldn't have even gone, if Sammei hadn't grabbed the phone, voice sickly sweet as her eyes turn cold, and she gets the name of the school out of the (terrified) foster parents. Cody shakes the whole plane ride there. The girls decide this means he needs a fucking beer.
Getting drunk that night changes everything. He's hurt, he's hollow, he's unsure of everything now. But the man that hurt him begs him to let him heal, and then he finds himself staying behind, watching the girls drive away. He misses them, but they are the type of magical personalities that are everywhere at once. They're hard to miss because they never leave. Like they were just a dream. Like the last few months had been a limbo, moving him out of his old life (Travis' life, really. He hadn't lived himself much) and into this new one. But who did this one belong to?
Although he doesn't know this, Cody Burune's own life (his very own) starts now.
Roleplaying Sample: That was it. He was free. Oh, go.
Move, Cody. Move.
He couldn't, though. He could probably breath, if he tried, but that was the extent of his capabilities at this point in time. Maybe not breathing was a good idea. Maybe death was sounding pretty damn good.
God, he felt so dirty.
Okay, first things first. Open your eyes.
The lights burned his retinas, but he had no more tears to cry. They had been spent, captured in his blindfold, like some sort of sick sieve. From this day on, silk against his skin always got his heart racing, his breathing reaching panicked levels.
He stared hard at the light, and decided that even if he was going to die tonight, he didn't want to die here. Not here. That was just too cliche, even for him. The failed poet. He should really go die in a bar, or something. But bars are scary. Especially alone (alone is scary). There would be more strangers at bars, who smelt like sex and could probably smell the sex that still lingers on him.
(Why him?)
Oh, god. He wasn't a virgin anymore.
(was he really that vulnerable?)
He didn't really feel like anything anymore.
(did he do something to deserve this?)
Hell, maybe he wasn't even Cody anymore. Anything was possible.
(was he... had he been asking for it?)
Snap out of it, Cody!
But... poetry is what tragedy is made of.
He forced himself out of the bed, biting back a whimper. He ached all over, but his mind didn't want to know details, didn't want to remember why. Somehow, he got back into his clothes, slipping the silk into a pocket. The scarves were pieces of him, now, and he was leaving enough of him here already, as he limped out of the room. The pictures sprawled everywhere made his stomach churn, but he couldn't help but reach down and grab a handful, because they were so beautiful
(a man couldn't possibly be all bad, if he could draw things with such beauty)
and because maybe e wouldn't die tonight, and he needed more beauty in his life. This was his protest, his rebellion. His bloody pay, even.
He stumbled out onto the street, eyes almost swollen shut with his crying, throat raw. But he could do this, he could walk to where he needed to go. It would take a while. It would give him time to think.
What had he done to deserve this?
And...
(Why? Why did one horrible part of him want to see that boy again?)
