Post by Pete on Mar 13, 2006 14:36:50 GMT -5
Firstname: Pete
Lastname: Wentz
Nicknames: Petey (sometimes)
Age: 17 yrs
Gender: Male
Height: 5 "8
Hair Color: Naturally black but changes A LOT
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: As told by his friends, he's a sweet guy who smiles most of the time. He loves to just hang out with his friends or just plays his bass in a quiet spot on the beach. He also loves to just be with people and will pick to be with people rather than being alone anyday.
Past: Pete grew up in a respectable home in a suberb of Chicago, IL. Although, he had a pretty good life, he hated being around the kind of people his parents liked. So he ran away when he was 15 and he lived on the streets. He found friends easily but got into some pretty hard core stuff when he turned 16. He started to date his best friends sister but once she caught him using heroin she quickly dumped him and his brother grew to hate her guts and Pete always caught him yelling at her over the phone. She killed herself when she couldn't take it anymore and his bf blamed him for her suicide and shot him out of anger, Pete hasn't heard from his bf Asher again. His parents caught up with him and his father was so furious he was sent to P-C immediantly and never spoke to his parents again except for the occasional call from him mother asking how he is doing.
Pets: None
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RPG-ing Skill:C'mon Pete, just try it." He spoke in a soft tempting tone. Pete looked up at him and he sighed. "I don't know. It's dangerous." he said looking down at the small bag in his hands. Pete took a breath and breathed in the small powder. "See, it's good isn't it." Asher said nodding and smirking as he watched his friend get hooked. Pete looked up at him and he sighed. He sat back down on the chair and looked out of the broken window. He heard a knock on the door and both Pete's and Asher's eyes widened. "I'll get it." Asher said quietly. He stashed the bag and walked up the stairs. Opening the door, he saw Emily. Asher laughed and then called down the stairs. "Pete, your girlfriend is here." Pete sighed and got up as they both came down the stairs. "What are you guys doing?" She asked. "Oh just having some fun." Asher said laughing. Pete looked at him and then sighed. Emily spotted the bag and she raised an eyebrow. "Pete, you didn't." She spoke. Asher nodded and so did Pete. "You should try it, you know Emily." Asher said. Pete looked at him and he shook his head. Emily looked from him to Asher. "Pete, you're only 15, don't ruin your life like this." She said speaking to him. Pete looked at her and he nodded. Emily sighed and she walked and sat down on the couch. Pete followed her and sat next to her. "I'm sorry Em." Pete said. "Pete, if you're going to ruin your life, I won't be a part of it." She said, getting up. "Emily, wait!" Pete said getting up. Emily looked at him and shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. "No Pete, you've made your decision." She said. She then hurried out of the house, her face in her hands. Pete looked up at the door, his eyes then fell again to the ground. Asher looked at him. "Harsh." He said with a smirk. Pete looked at him and shook his head. "Don't even start Asher." he said. He sat back down in the chair, staring off into space.
The dream continued, fast forwarding into another place. Another time. Another heartache. As Pete lay lying in his bed, sweat coming off his face, dreaming of the horrible things in his past.
"Pete! Hurry!" Asher yelled into the phone, his eyes on a scene that would scar him forever. Pete arrived at Emily's house shortly after. He walked up to her room, where everyone was. His eyes widened as he saw Emily, laying on the ground. Blood everywhere. Gun in her hand. Note on the bed. Asher walked over to the bed gingerly and he picked up the note, tears welling up in his eyes. He read it and handed it to Pete. "You not a very nice person, you killed her." He said. Pete shook his head, but looked down at the note.
Dear Everyone,
by the time you read this, I'm gone. I will miss you all, but I had to do this.
I couldn't watch my best friends ruin their lives. Do not blame yourselves for this, because it was my decision.
I leave you with my love,
Emily Rushly.
Pete felt tears fall from his eyes, staining the letter. He looked up at Asher, who was staring at him with pure anger. "You should've stopped her." He said. "It's your fault for making me try it." Pete yelled at him. Asher walked from the room and Pete followed. "No, you can't blame me for this." He yelled at him. Asher stared his best friend. "I can." He said simply. Pete looked at him. He balled a fist and punched him. Asher was hit in the face, but he didn't care. He took his hands and smashed Pete into the wall, his head hitting a picture, the glass broke. Pete's face was cut and his hands shot up at him and the two fighters fell down the stairs. Pete tripped and lay down on the last stair, breathing hard. Asher stood up and pulled a gun from his pocket. Pete stared up at him. "You can't." He said. Asher smirked evilly. "I can." He said and pulled the trigger. The bullet lodged between his ribs and stomach. Asher ran from the house and that was the last time he saw his best friend. Pete's hand gripped the stairs as his body surged with pain. Soon after, the ambulance arrive taking him to the hospital.
Pete shot up from bed and quickly whipped away his sweat, he was having this dream constantly now. He wanted so bad to get away from his past. He fell back into bed and heaved in a sigh as he tried to fall back asleep.
and last but not least...CODEWORD!: Peaches
Lastname: Wentz
Nicknames: Petey (sometimes)
Age: 17 yrs
Gender: Male
Height: 5 "8
Hair Color: Naturally black but changes A LOT
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: As told by his friends, he's a sweet guy who smiles most of the time. He loves to just hang out with his friends or just plays his bass in a quiet spot on the beach. He also loves to just be with people and will pick to be with people rather than being alone anyday.
Past: Pete grew up in a respectable home in a suberb of Chicago, IL. Although, he had a pretty good life, he hated being around the kind of people his parents liked. So he ran away when he was 15 and he lived on the streets. He found friends easily but got into some pretty hard core stuff when he turned 16. He started to date his best friends sister but once she caught him using heroin she quickly dumped him and his brother grew to hate her guts and Pete always caught him yelling at her over the phone. She killed herself when she couldn't take it anymore and his bf blamed him for her suicide and shot him out of anger, Pete hasn't heard from his bf Asher again. His parents caught up with him and his father was so furious he was sent to P-C immediantly and never spoke to his parents again except for the occasional call from him mother asking how he is doing.
Pets: None
Picture:
RPG-ing Skill:C'mon Pete, just try it." He spoke in a soft tempting tone. Pete looked up at him and he sighed. "I don't know. It's dangerous." he said looking down at the small bag in his hands. Pete took a breath and breathed in the small powder. "See, it's good isn't it." Asher said nodding and smirking as he watched his friend get hooked. Pete looked up at him and he sighed. He sat back down on the chair and looked out of the broken window. He heard a knock on the door and both Pete's and Asher's eyes widened. "I'll get it." Asher said quietly. He stashed the bag and walked up the stairs. Opening the door, he saw Emily. Asher laughed and then called down the stairs. "Pete, your girlfriend is here." Pete sighed and got up as they both came down the stairs. "What are you guys doing?" She asked. "Oh just having some fun." Asher said laughing. Pete looked at him and then sighed. Emily spotted the bag and she raised an eyebrow. "Pete, you didn't." She spoke. Asher nodded and so did Pete. "You should try it, you know Emily." Asher said. Pete looked at him and he shook his head. Emily looked from him to Asher. "Pete, you're only 15, don't ruin your life like this." She said speaking to him. Pete looked at her and he nodded. Emily sighed and she walked and sat down on the couch. Pete followed her and sat next to her. "I'm sorry Em." Pete said. "Pete, if you're going to ruin your life, I won't be a part of it." She said, getting up. "Emily, wait!" Pete said getting up. Emily looked at him and shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. "No Pete, you've made your decision." She said. She then hurried out of the house, her face in her hands. Pete looked up at the door, his eyes then fell again to the ground. Asher looked at him. "Harsh." He said with a smirk. Pete looked at him and shook his head. "Don't even start Asher." he said. He sat back down in the chair, staring off into space.
The dream continued, fast forwarding into another place. Another time. Another heartache. As Pete lay lying in his bed, sweat coming off his face, dreaming of the horrible things in his past.
"Pete! Hurry!" Asher yelled into the phone, his eyes on a scene that would scar him forever. Pete arrived at Emily's house shortly after. He walked up to her room, where everyone was. His eyes widened as he saw Emily, laying on the ground. Blood everywhere. Gun in her hand. Note on the bed. Asher walked over to the bed gingerly and he picked up the note, tears welling up in his eyes. He read it and handed it to Pete. "You not a very nice person, you killed her." He said. Pete shook his head, but looked down at the note.
Dear Everyone,
by the time you read this, I'm gone. I will miss you all, but I had to do this.
I couldn't watch my best friends ruin their lives. Do not blame yourselves for this, because it was my decision.
I leave you with my love,
Emily Rushly.
Pete felt tears fall from his eyes, staining the letter. He looked up at Asher, who was staring at him with pure anger. "You should've stopped her." He said. "It's your fault for making me try it." Pete yelled at him. Asher walked from the room and Pete followed. "No, you can't blame me for this." He yelled at him. Asher stared his best friend. "I can." He said simply. Pete looked at him. He balled a fist and punched him. Asher was hit in the face, but he didn't care. He took his hands and smashed Pete into the wall, his head hitting a picture, the glass broke. Pete's face was cut and his hands shot up at him and the two fighters fell down the stairs. Pete tripped and lay down on the last stair, breathing hard. Asher stood up and pulled a gun from his pocket. Pete stared up at him. "You can't." He said. Asher smirked evilly. "I can." He said and pulled the trigger. The bullet lodged between his ribs and stomach. Asher ran from the house and that was the last time he saw his best friend. Pete's hand gripped the stairs as his body surged with pain. Soon after, the ambulance arrive taking him to the hospital.
Pete shot up from bed and quickly whipped away his sweat, he was having this dream constantly now. He wanted so bad to get away from his past. He fell back into bed and heaved in a sigh as he tried to fall back asleep.
and last but not least...CODEWORD!: Peaches
