Post by sidney montgomery merrimore on Sept 13, 2010 20:54:24 GMT -5
welcome to blue river institution ,
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allow me to introduce myself. my name is sidney merrimore and i am thirty-four. i am currently seeking a position as a doctor and have actively been in this profession for five. i am interested in working at blue river institution because it seemed to be an interesting opportunity and i am in need of some "pizzaz" in my life. thank you for considering me for the job.
basic information ,
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name sindey montgomery merrimore
nicknamesid
general appearance
Sid is around 5'11" and fairly slim. He is almost middle aged and for being just that he is in good shape. He has blue eyes that look like they might have been astonishingly bright at one time. Sid's hair is short and a kind of light brown and it has never been dyed. He sometimes sports a goatee, but not very often and only when he is feeling "adventurous." Sidney is not a very colorful or spontaneous person, and it shows through his clothing. He often wears solid blacks and grays and whites. He has a few colored shirts, but all his pants are black as are his shoes. His face is lined a little more than is usual for a man of his age, but not so that it is overly noticeable. Sidney can be described as "unremarkable" except for his limp.
sexuality[/i] heterosexual
birthday september 6th
distinguishing features[/i] blind in left eye, tattoo of Stephen King's dark tower on the inside of his left forearm (it is extremely faded because it is from his early days) and one prominent scar running the length of his right leg from hip to ankle; he limps quite badly on that side.
likes[/i] solitude, board games, reading, newspaper crosswords, quiet conversation, rainy days, muted colors, chess, big cities, loud music, cigarettes, cats
dislikes[/i] bright colors, carnivals, spicy food, miley cyrus, dogs, farm animals, movie theaters, professional sporting events, showing weakness, pouring out his soul to other people, ignorance, arrogance.
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about you ,
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Sid was born in Allegany, New York to Stefan and Elizabell Merrimore. Stefan was away on business a lot and Elizabell was constantly finding the bottom on a bottle. Sidney was an only child and he relied on neighbors and close family friends to raise him until he was eleven and he began to take care of himself. Sid always did superbly in school but kind of blended into the background. Once the school principal asked him why he didn't smile and Sid said, "My mother once told me that smiling made the smart man look foolish and the foolish man look like a slobbering idiot." He wasn't bother much in school and stayed off of the bullies' radar and away from creating conflict. He only had one close friend and that was Elliot Murphy. She was the popular, sporty, beautiful girl in school and Sidney always wondered why she was his friend. She was the only one who could get him to laugh and have a good time or cry when he was feeling sad. She was his soul mate and they both knew it by the time they were fourteen, the same year that Stefan had died of a bad strain of pneumonia.
The year Sidney (and Elliot) got their B.S.'s from a local college that had about fifty kids in their graduating class, they were deeply and irrevocably in love. Sidney took Elliot to where they had shared their first kiss and proposed to her and they were married within six months. Sidney had gotten his degree in psychiatry and was hoping to go on to get his masters and then to his doctorate so that he could get a real job. But the newly weds could not afford to put both of them through college and get an apartment of their own so Elizabell Merrimore graciously offered their guest room for the happy couple even though it was known throughout the small town of Allegany that Elizabell was both repulsed and shocked by the wedding. Elliot and Sidney had no choice but to accept.
They were there for two years while both of them went through school and Elizabell was hell-bent on making the days that they spent living under her roof a living hell for Elliot. Elizabell had been counting on her son's anti-social nature to keep him in the house and supporting her and now that she knew that was not going to happen she was rather upset and would do anything to make it known to Elliot that she was not welcome or considered to be a part of the family by anyone other than Sidney himself.
Sid was too absorbed in his school work and his two jobs that he was working so that they might be able to buy their own place soon to realize what was going on between his wife and his mother. He might have been one of the most intelligent minds with book-smarts, but he was not one for observing his surroundings and Elliot did not want to say anything about it to him for fear that he might think she was a whiner.
After two straight years of Elizabell's constant hatred and conniving ways she finally out-did herself. Sidney had been in quite a serious car accident on his way home from one of his jobs. His leg had been sliced horribly and his eye was damaged and was was in the hospital and one of the nurses had called the house number listed on his driver's license to let them hear the news. Elizabell was the one to take the call and she knew a way to at least get Elliot to leave the house. She cranked up her on-call tears and went to Elliot sobbing uncontrollably, blubbering something incoherent. Elliot, wary of the woman's wily ways kept her distance until she was sure that she wasn't being fooled and asked what was wrong. Elizabell spun a cunning web of lies that ended with the untruth that Sidney was in a horrific car crash and he had been killed when the paramedics had tried to pull him out of the wreckage. Elliot was devastated and locked herself in the room that the couple had been living in. Elizabell told her to pack her things and get the fuck out of their house. Elliot refused and found that life without Sidney was no life at all and killed herself by shooting herself in the head with the gun that Sidney had inherited from his father. Elizabell took the body into the back yard and buried it as deep as she could (which was fairly deep) and cleaned up everything, forging a note from Elliot to Sidney and getting rid of her clothing and other belongings.
When Sidney woke up from the surgery that had been necessary, he found his mother by his side, holding his hand and looking at him with only a mask of a mother's worry. Sidney knew his mother well enough to know that something was hinky and repeatedly asked what it was, but Elizabell only said that Elliot was fed up with the way she was living and had split town. Sidney didn't believe her, but when he got home (after about a week of recovery) the evidence supported Elizabell's story and Sidney continued to live with his mother while retreating back into himself and not talking to anyone else.
A year later Elizabell was killed in a bus accident and Sidney finished getting his doctorate and sold the house that held so many painful memories for him. He kept to himself, working in various hospitals and living in various tiny apartments, never staying in one place for long. Subconsciously he was looking for Elliot, hoping to find her and reconsider her decision to leave him.
The search that he didn't know he was conducting has led him to Blue River, New Jersey and it looks like this place might hold his attention for longer than the others did.
behind the mask ,
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hi my name is coke and i am seventeen years old. last time i checked, i'm a female. i've been rping for about four years and i love it. i found this site on the advertisement board on Caution 2.0 and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in eastern time and i will be on at LEAST three times a week. i currently have this shiny new character and that's it so far you can contact me through pm or by emailing me at bleedinginternally@knifedbymoppets.com or aim at cokeISanADDICT. i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!Roland leaned his head on the wood of the bar and his left hand loosely wrapped around the tall glass of orange juice and vodka. It was pretty much the best drink he had had in his life besides Southern Comfort and 7up, but that was his own private drink because he didn't want people to laugh at him or steal it. Plus he doubted that any self-respecting bartender would actually mix those two. He rolled his head back and forth a couple of times and then lifted it. The bass on the techno music was much too loud and it made the whole place "jump" and it was very uncomfortable to have that being etched into your head when you weren't feeling well. Roland saw a flash of pink and vaguely thought of the Esperer chat room where he had been spending most of the time he was supposed to be doing his school work. He was actually pretty friendly with a lot of the people on there, but lately it felt as though he was the third wheel on everything. He had this paranoia that no one really actually liked him, that they just pretended to to his face and then laughed at him behind his back so he was constantly surprised if people actually reached out to him. Roland remained solitary a lot because of this paranoia and in his own mind he had been proven right a lot of the time, so he tried not to make too many real friends.
Roland took a sip of his drink and grimaced. She (meaning the bartender) had used a little too much vodka and a little too little orange juice. Its probably the same amount of everything, I am just a lightweight and a whiner. He shook his head and his shaggy hair fell into his face again. He heard his name, or some variation on it, and looked around. That flash of pink was sitting right next to him and precisely who he it had reminded him of. It was his Kenzie-Kitty and she was one of the ones that he really wanted to believe liked him in real life. Roland's head hurt and the loud music coupled by Kenzie's shrill exclamation wasn't doing it much good but he kept his composure and put a happy smile on his face. "Kenzie! It is so good to see you, like... not in a little tiny picture!" He noted how much prettier she was in the real world than a little icon. He actually laughed when she said that he couldn't resist her. Because, in the mood he was in, it might actually have been true. "Oh yeah, your sexy body is just a magnet for guys like me. I can't resist you babe." His tone was mostly joking with a touch of seriousness mixed in. He didn't think it would take that many more drinks for it to happen. Kenzie was hot.
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