Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 12, 2010 23:55:30 GMT -7
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'ALRIGHT NOW THAT WE KNOW YOUR NAME LETS GET DOWN TO BASICS. WHY DID YOUR PARENTS NAME YOU THAT? ANY BIG SIGNIFICANCE TO YOUR NAME?'
My parents named me Feliks after one of my mother’s favorite poets, Feliks Konarski. My grandmother went to some of his stage shows. My mother took his wife’s summer classes and learned Polish from him. My father chose my middle name. It’s the Polish version of Thomas, for the Apostle Thomas. Doubting Thomas.[/blockquote]
Tomasz means twin and Feliks is from the Latin Felix, which means ‘happy.’ I have no idea what my parents what were even thinking. Who like names their child happy? That’s like asking for you’re children to be like total emos.
HOW ABOUT YOUR AGE, HOW OLD ARE YOU? ARE YOU IN COLLEGE OR HIGHSCHOOL, WHAT GRADE? A SENIOR JUNIOR SOPHMORE OR FRESHMAN?'
I’m 20—wait no, I just turned twenty-one, but my fake ID reads twenty-seven. I’m taking classes at the College of Southern Nevada. Don’t let the name fool you, it’s just a community college. I’m like not even sure what year I count as I’ve been there so long. I did a lot of my high school work there. . I haven’t been the most regular student. I’m just taking courses and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. I think I’d like to go to a four year college. Only I’m not sure when it’s going to happen.[/blockquote]
But right now I just like landed a totally awesome job at the Club Kusur. I haven’t started quite yet, but I’m totally way excited about it. It’s like the best clubs on the strip. It’s so hard to get a job in the club, so I think I’m going to like try to stay here a while. It’s like totally a way better job than my last two. I worked in casino but it really sucked because I was just looking after slot machines and stuff. The other job was um… dancing. In a really sketch place. Like super sketch
'THATS NICE, THAT YEAR WAS ALWAYS MY FAVORITE. SO ANYWHO, LETS TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU LIKE, GIVE ME TEN THINGS THAT YOU ABSOLUTLY LOVE TO DO'
Ten things I love to do. I like to get dolled up, fancy clothes, makeup, hair, the whole deal. Especially the super glam and shiny stuff.[/blockquote]
I like fashion, especially women’s fashion. It’s so pretty and it changes often. Especially like Lady Gaga. She is the best fashion icon, and like totally not a man.
I like partying.
I like shopping. Only I like never have any money.
I like being the center of attention.
I like being with friends. I love dogs, but I don’t have one.
I like doing other people’s hair.
And I like ponies. And horses. I love horses. I
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'HMM, INTERESTING. WELL YOU KNEW THIS WAS COMING..HOW ABOUT DISLIKES?'
I hate:[/blockquote]
Bad hair days
Cheap hairspray
Fundamental Evangelicals
The phrase ‘no homo.’
The closet
Attractive straight boys
Ignorant people
Not being able to forgive certain people
Justin Beiber
Runs in my nylons or fishnets…
God I hate Miley Cyrus too
And working fast food
'WOW, THATS VERY INTRIGUING, YOU ARE A STRANGE YET UNIQUE PERSON.. WHY DONT YOU FURTHER ELABORATE ON YOURSELF, WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?'
I’m just working on trying to get by right. You know, just like everyone else, only I’m more fabulous at it. I’m pretty bright and cheerful. Some say peppy, but that’s like a cheerleader. And I am not a cheerleader. I would totally be one if I was a girl but I’m not. Even though those skirts are like the cutest.[/blockquote]
'THATS COOL, WELL I KNOW ALL I NEED TO ABOUT YOU..HOW ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS EH? ARE THEY NORMAL, MESSED UP, SECRETIVE, BROKEN APART..WHAT?'
Family.[/blockquote]
That’s a loaded question. Let’s see, well my parents were—are very Christian. Both of them were born in American to Polish immigrants, in case that wasn’t like super obvious from my names. I’m the oldest child in my family. I know it sounds bad, but I’m not sure how many siblings I have or where they all live. I grew up in Louisiana in some small town not worth knowing. It was nice enough.
I was kicked out of the house when I was fourteen. At the time I had two sisters and three brothers. My sisters, Anna and Maria, were eight and seven. My brothers, Lukasz, Stefan, and Zachariasz, were five, two, and one respectively. I don’t know if there’s anymore though. I don’t like to think about it all that much. We didn’t part on the best terms, though I stayed briefly at my uncle’s place in Chicago. It didn’t last long though. He didn’t believe me, so I ran away.
I would say that my family is definitely dysfunctional. Though, I suppose, with me gone it probably looks completely normal and happy. I’m sure everyone in my home town has forgotten about me.
And I like totally don’t care about them. Especially not him. He doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. I’m like totally through with all of them. They didn’t want me so I like don’t want them at all.
'WOW, NICE FAMILY TREE. WELL WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY, WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR'
I think it was when I was thirteen. My school and I went to a famous stable that had these beautiful race horses. They were all so pretty and they moved like the most beautiful things on earth. I mean like just so pretty and when they ran, it was like their feet didn’t even touch the ground. We got a tour of the place and saw some of the racehorses and the new ones that were like all skinny and gangly cause they weren’t done growing and had just turned two officially, which is like way different than turning two for reals. They all turn one on January first, so some of the ones racing were a lot younger.[/blockquote]
But that like wasn’t even the best part. We had a small class so we got to ride some of the horses. Or well only the ones who wanted to. I got to ride this huge mare. She was like super tall, as tall as the boy horses. There’s a song out there that goes “riding by eight feet high, on horses quick as dreams.” It’s from the book Seabiscuit which is like one of my favorite books ever. So this mare I rode, she was old and retired and all, but on her mom’s side she was related to Secretariat who is like the greatest of all racehorses.
But anyways, her name was Lady Polonius. But everyone just called her Lady P. She was so sweet. She snuffed my hair and I got to pet her. Sitting up on her and looking down at everyone was the most amazing moment ever. Just sitting up there on a big tall horse, it’s like you’re ruling the world. The people at the stable said that I had the best seat of all the kids.
'HOW ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?'
My worst memory was like the time when my mother dragged me and my sisters and my brothers all the way up to Chicago to see Great-Gramama in the nursing home. IT was awful. I was nine. Anna was 4, Maria was 2, and Lukasz had just been born. The car ride from Louisiana to Chicago is not pleasant at the best of times, but for me. Oh God that had to be like the singular worst experience of my life. Lukasz was crying all the time. Marie would wail and throw things and Anna would just babble on about the most stupid things.[/blockquote]
It was like almost a relief to get to Chicago. Only Great-Gramama had always scared me and known that I was too feminine and pretty. The look on my dad’s face when she mistook me for my mother and called me Ewa (my mother’s name and it’s pronounced Eva because Polish is fucking weird like that). It was scary and then Great-Gramama hugged me and she smelled like death and dying covered in like this really ancient perfume or something. Now whenever I smell it and I think it was Chanel No. 5 I think of that day.
'WELL THATS GOOD, I THINK IVE ASKED EVERYTHING I NEED TO ASK, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WISH TO TELL ME BEFORE I GO?'
I’m afraid of being locked in closets. Don’t ask. It’s just a weird fears. Especially alone in closets, or any small, dark confined space.[/blockquote]
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THE ROLEPLAYER
'HI IM LAUR, WHAT CAN I CALL YOU?'
Sara.[/blockquote]
'AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?'
19.[/blockquote]
'COOL COOL, WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE WITH RPING?'
I’ve been roleplaying for about a year now. I’ve mostly done it in instant messaging. Lately I’ve been wanting to try a forum and this one just looked really awesome. So, here I am!.[/blockquote]
'ALRIGHT, ONE LAST THING. WOULD YOU EVER BE WILLING TO HELP ME ADMIN IF I NEEDED IT?'
yes.[/blockquote]Feliks was totally enjoying the party. It was like crazy. Everyone who was anyone was there. He accepted a champagne flute from some classy looking waiter. The waiter eyed Feliks and sniffed. Feliks stuck out his tongue. Sure, he wasn’t actually supposed to be in here with these elite people, but his client had wanted to see him and with such exclusive tickets, how could Feliks say no?
He was dressed in high gold heels, t-straps decorated with dangling gold beads—more appropriate on earrings than footwear—and his dress was a bit on the yellow side of lime green. It was short, a bit short for anyone respectable to be wearing, especially here. Only the mistresses and whores would wear something like that. Only, Feliks mused, he totally looked young enough with his cute hair and totally big innocent eyes to be someone’s teenaged daughter.
Feliks sighed. He still hadn’t spotted his client. They’d come separately cause of the wife and her like not knowing about Feliks. So, he’d gotten in and the food was free, so it wasn’t like Feliks was paying for this. Just he could totally be doing something to like you know pay rent instead of this useless mingling.
Feliks sipped that champagne. It was expensive. He liked expensive things. Someone in a business suit approached, Feliks dropped his eyes and nervously touched his pearls. They were real. He’d eaten nothing but noodles for a month to pay for them, but anything was better than the time when that group of bitches had pointed out that his jewelry was nothing but a collection of clever fakes.
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