Post by adam stanheight on Nov 21, 2011 20:41:46 GMT -5
ADAM STANHEIGHT
"my last girlfriend was a feminist, vegan punk who broke up with
me because she thought i was too angry."
THIRTY | CANON | SAW SERIES
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"you want to know what i do? i'm paid to follow rich guys like you
who go to seedy, out-of-the-way motels to fuck
their secretaries."
who go to seedy, out-of-the-way motels to fuck
their secretaries."
"Can you blame me?" Adam shifts his weight, leaning against the window frame, glancing through the curtain; canon eos in hand, strapped around his neck like a detestable badge. "How it started? fuck that." He shifts again, focusing his attention solely on you. Adam shrugs. "And it's not the how and why - it's the payout." He raises his brow, itching on a response, but only presented with emptiness. Shaking his head, Adam pushes the curtain back leaving no window exposed, lifting the camera over his head to release himself from the strap before tossing the camera upon the hotel bed. Suddenly, he pulls on your chair, positioning yourself to face him directly, closely, before he sits on the edge of the mattress. His knee hit's yours as he begins frantic motions in an explanatory way. "Directions. Snap here. Snap there. One hundred, two hundred. Up to six hundred for two clasps of film! You can't tell me you didn't just think about saving up for a down payment on some car better than your busted, piece of shit impala." He grins, turning to face the nightstand at the left side of the bed. A small cigarette he had flared early lied there upon a holder, still burning away. "Shady? Sure, but..." You notice he starts to zone out slightly, staring deep at the white, poisonous contraption. "Everyone has their flaws. No matter the cost to survive, right?"
"i went to sleep in my shithole apartment and woke up in an
actual shithole."
actual shithole."
"See, with you? You got it made. You never had to worry about whether you were adopted. How much your parents were going to hate you for getting their asses sued when you accidentally kicked an acupuncturist square in the face because you despise needles? Shit. Even how you're going to eat tonight since you're a high school drop out and can't hold a job for longer than three months." Stanheight lowers his head, beginning to talk with a whisper. "Fuck no, who gives a shit. No, we're all just worried about 'hey, that bastard just cut me off and chipped the paint! his insurance better pay for the damn thing because i don't even want to touch my 401k' or who has the best lobster on the block. Down here, the sewers run far, my friend. And it's not hard to get lost... considering." He quickly raises his head, eyes piercing yours in a tense stand off. "No." he exclaims, leaning back before rolling on the bed, making his way to that nightstand. He managed to wrap his fingers around the white stick, tapping the excess remains into the plastic holder. "I know why you're here, and I'm not saying a damned thing. Go ahead and wave your bills and flashy platters of cavity filled words, but I'm not selling a story about what happened. You think I'm going to let that shit bite me in the ass?" Quickly, he backs off, leaning against the closest wall and takes a drag, somewhat cooling himself off by the nicotine. "I saw him, you know. Gangly looking mother fucker, too. Taking chunks out of peoples skin to claim his rights, who the hell gets off of shit like that? Not one mark on me! I beat him and his little charade, too." Adam takes another, exhaling out another thought, acting as if he was getting high on himself. "Not to mention he did too. You know, that 'Gordon' guy. Ballsy fucker. But yeah, he's still out there - Jigsaw. Just, don't ask me how I got out, cause I can't exactly remember. All I remember is this girl I met some time ago, Amanda, trying to suffocate the shit out of me and I passed out... then woke up at a Bus Terminal on the other side of the Twilight Zone. Don't even get started with me on her. Don't know how she got there. Don't know why she tried to own my ass. All I know is in spite her size? The bitch can punch. So beware of her breaking it off with you at the stairs to her own shithole."
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED JURA AND SITS AT 21. SHE LIVES IN THE PACIFIC TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO LEIGH WHANNELL, DON'T YOU THINK?
