PHILIPS, Franklin Christopher

[Franklin Philips]

FRANKLIN CHRISTOPHER PHILIPS

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I CAN’T HIDE THE MONSTER ANYMORE
ONE CAN, ONLY FEEL DESOLATE FOR SO LONG

FULL NAME: Franklin Christopher Philips
NICKNAMES: Frank
AGE: 18
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: student
OCCUPATION: freshman

ONE STARTS TO CHANGE INTO
SOMETHING THE MIRROR DOESN’T RECOGNIZE

HAIR: it’s dark, but he doesn’t have any really. It is always really short, he doesn’t like it long, there are sometimes images shaven into it, which is a hell of a job. He can’t do it himself. He did like it more when he was younger. He feels as if he is too old for it.
EYES: brown
HEIGHT: 6.’11
SCARS: none
TATTOOS: a lot, he has a sleeve and a J behind his ear.
PIERCINGS: his ears.
PLAY BY: Chris Brown.

THE DARKNESS HAS BEEN BIDING ITS TIME
TO CLAIM ITS LATEST VICTIM, FRESH MEAT FOR CARNAL DESIRES

LIKES: Music, luxurious cars., Break-dance, tap, ballroom, ballet ect. , Pasta, Candlelight., Martial arts., sunny days., Hard work out., His iPod., thunder, M&M’s, Movies., Theater., Showcases., Dogs., Heroes, the television show, horror books, the tube, chorea graphics , sunsets, sitting on Mac’s roof
DISLIKES: mixed drinks, writing, homework, aftershave, shopping, chocolate ice, the color red., cab’s, racism, soccer, the color pink., snickers., musical songs, Romantic movies, headphones, Popcorn, Teachers, Team Sports, Emo or Scene Kids, Stuck-up assholes
FEARS: Losing Mac, Finding out that he has no future as a dancer., Ending up alone .
SECRETS: Frank is afraid to go out in public with my family. ,Got his girl pregnant at the age of sixteen, but the child died and his girl moved to Europe, Germany., He is afraid to lose Mac.

PERSONALITY:

DETERMENT
Franklin is a very determent person. When he wants something he will do just that to get it. He will strive for his goals, and isn’t afraid to tire himself to do so. Frank is indeed a hard worker, one that isn’t afraid for a little sweat. That may be his dancers attitude, something he learned from the beginning. He has to work hard to do a certain routine, everyone has and no one is afraid to do so, so he quickly adapt himself to do the same. Else he would the one who made the mistake. That was something none of them wanted. They were all little perfectionist. Frank was one of them to. He liked things when they were good, better than good even. They needed to be perfect. Frank isn’t that determent when it comes to girls. When he is in love, he will be shy, more than shy. If his skin color wasn’t as dark as it is, you would see his blush.

STUBBORN
Never tell him what he needs to do. He doesn’t like to be told what he has to do. A lot of authority makes him cranky. He likes his dance teachers, because he know he needs them. The rest of world can go and screw themselves, for all Frank’s cares. The only one who he will listen to is his sister and father. His father because he is the one to have respect for, and his sister because he loves her and doesn’t want to throw a fit with her. He isn’t into that at all. Then again, the times that they didn’t agree are very rare. If they don’t, then it’s mostly about simple things. Nothing to damage their relation.

PRACTICAL
Frank loves to do things. He isn’t a guy who will sit and listen and study the entire day. He will go mad if he has to. That also makes him not the smartest around, but he never said he was. He has no interest in intellectual things, he wants to be the best performer there is. That is his dream and that he will only become if he can practice and practice and practice. He has no need to study books, these don’t tell him how he needs to dance. As I said, he loves to do things, that means he loves to do a lot of different things, he isn’t into all that romantic shit. He is practical. Sex is sex, something you do when you love someone, but it has nothing romantic, not with Frank.

LOVING
He may not be as romantic, but when he loves you, he will indeed love you. He will stand beside you till the end, not moving from your side. He would catch a bullet for you. Frank can be helplessly in love, meaning that he drools over someone, that the thought of that girl takes over his being and thinking. That might sound a little crazy, that he can be so full of someone, but that is Frank in love. Don’t expect him to get romantic and such, no candle light dinner and shit like that. He isn’t that subtle or gentleman like. Love is okay with Frank, but don’t expect him to be more than that. Love needs to be enough.

ASSHOLE
Frank can he an asshole. When he doesn’t like it, he will say so, he will defiantly be rude about it. He honestly hate it when people aren’t right to the point. It seems useless to him when people spin around some comment they have, but don’t actually say it. You can say he has he has the certain Dutch soberly. He may look rude, but he isn’t. He is just honest. He can be called the honest asshole. It is just that some people don’t like to be told what it true.

CREATIVE
Frank is a very creative man. He loves creating things, making things, thinking of things. He doesn’t like to write these down though. AS said he is practical. So he is with his creativity. He likes to dance, it’s his passion and he actually has the wish to go to London royal Ballet school. They have the best Dance education there is. Though, he is afraid to tell his family, especially his sister about this dream. He doesn’t want to leave her.

CURIOUS
Frank is a curious man. He loves to know things, things he isn’t supposed to know. Unlike his sister, he loves some gossip, though he isn’t a hypocrite and keep it to himself. He will tell the person about the gossip and ask if it is true, and if not what is the truth. Maybe it’s more the search for the truth than something else. But Frank enjoys knowing many little dirty things about others. Bullying people with it, as I stated he is an ass!

OPEN-MINDED
Frank is open minded, he lives in a dance world, where he sees and hears a lot of different things. Gay people and fighters, and more different people like that he meets on a daily bases. He needs to be cautious that he doesn’t judge them, or that he says things to insult them. He may be a bad ass he doesn’t wants to insult people. He isn’t actually into hurting feelings when that isn’t needed. Gosh, sounds like he is a real gent right?

WILD
Frank loves to party, as a dancer he mostly dances when he goes out. He loves every kind of party. He goes wild when he is on the dance floor. He doesn’t need alcohol to have a nice time, he might drink a glass or two, but not more than that. He feels that it is irresponsible to do so. He is also wild when he dances for a choreo. He puts every effort into it, to be the best and even better than just the best. He is a wild guy, in every way. He can be subtle, but it’s a challenge for him. It really it.

INTUITION
Frank sounds like a very hard person, but there is one soft side about him. He may be wild, and harsh and shit like that but when it comes to the point where he needs to make a hard decision he will always follow his heart. That is just his thing. He will never let him tell that it is irrational. That sounds a little vague, but his heart is the mirror to his soul he believes and therefore his truth.

TO BECOME WHAT I BECOME
I VIEWED THE SUN FOR THE VERY LAST TIME

MOTHER: Grace Lucia Phillips,38, librarian
FATHER: Christopher Phillips, 41, owner of the dinner
SIBLINGS: Mackenzie Grace Phillips, 18
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: uncle max
ORIGIN: new orleans
HISTORY:

The early nineties, two people from different places in the world, different places in rank, different places in their life, met and fell in love.
Grace Corner, a prom queen, coming from a perfect and fairly rich white family. She grew up on the Upper East Side, knowing all the good fortune that life could bring.
And then there was Christopher, a high school drop-out, coming from a poor and dysfunctional black family. He grew up in the Bronx, knowing poverty like no other.
But when these two people met, they didn’t care about their differences, they were in love and that was all that mattered. They married and though at first it didn’t seem like it would happen, Grace her family accepted the poor black boy into their family. The rest of their neighborhood thought it was weird and they weren’t accepted, Grace suffered a great deal of this, but she couldn’t leave the love of her life. Before she knew it, she was pregnant.

January 5th, in the middle of a cold and stormy winter the young newlywed couple, Grace and Christopher Phillips, were in their car on their way to the hospital as Grace had just gone into labour. But due to the great amounts of snow that had been falling for days, the couple couldn't get to the hospital in time. There was no other way, the twins that she was carrying were not going to wait another minute to get out and get their breath or pure air. She was quickly moved to the backseat and Christopher tried his best to whatever he could for his wife. Within minutes the twins were born and the ambulance came quickly to take the newborn babies to the hospital. They were perfectly healthy and nothing seemed to be wrong with them, however there was something very odd about them. The girl, named Mackenzie Grace, was a perfect pale white skinned happy little baby. And the boy, named Franklin Christopher, was however, a perfect dark skinned happy little baby. This event of a black and a white was rare, and both parents were shocked. They knew that this wasn’t going to be easy for them, or for the children, but they thought it would all turn out alright.

That thought lingered around them for quite some time. But it wasn’t going to be alright. It was about to change. Mackenzie and Franklin grew up as two happy children. But there was another side, which lay in the hands of Frank. On the early age of three it seemed that he was not as okay as the doctors thought he was. He was sick most of the time, and seem to have some growing problems. His sickness could be compared with someone who suffers at aids. His resistance level of his body was so low of someone who had aids. Franklin didn’t suffer on aids for that matter, but his parents knew there was something wrong. They went to see doctor after doctor, but they all said Franklin was healthy and only suffered at some kind of virus. Though that seems weird as he had the same symptoms every single time. That would mean he got the same flu every time. The fever was like a drug who used Franklin’s body all the time when he was in town. The whole family was used to the weak Franklin and as if that wasn’t enough they didn’t even ask if he was doing alright. They would know the answer already.

Franklin’s health didn’t get better over the years, it only got worse. It even reached a point when he only ate downstairs to climb up again and rest all day from that effort. It stressed his father more than he would admit and he never spoke of his true feelings, but the tension was settled itself in the house. Franklin couldn’t even come down at the age of eight. His father was sick of it, and was done with all the doctor they had visited over the years. Though as technology improved he wanted to see if they could find something now. It was an emotional and painful moment for the perfect Philips family. Franklin had stay in the hospital cause his lever swell up to an size which wasn’t seen before at an age like he had. They did some other test and soon after that they found the source. With grief the doctors told the family he had leukemia. Grace was filled with shock and hugged Franklin and Christopher hugged Mac. Franklin didn’t cry, but only looked to Mac and smiled softly as if everything would be fine. He loved his sister more than anyone in his family maybe even in the world. He needed to be strong for her. He was going to fight for her, as she would for him.

Their parents tried to make Franklin’s sickness understandable for the two eight year olds. That was indeed a hard task, but needed. There was a routine coming to them and they needed to understand how important that routine was. Almost every week Franklin had to visit the hospital. The chemo he got was hard on him. He feared the needles which they stick into his veins every time he got there. He hated the place so much that he came to the point where he didn’t want to go to the hospital anymore. He was done with that place. He would rather die and go there and be in pain. Thankfully there was Mac. She was by his side, comforting him when needed. Supporting him, asking him not to die. Frank needed that. He needed her to ask that from him. And so he did. For two eight year old kids, they were very mature, sometimes a bit too mature. Mac was there with him, every step of the way. She went with him to the chemo’s, she was there when he was too sick to get home, she stayed beside his bed when he had his monthly sleep over at the hospital and slept in the same room for quite some time, so he didn’t need to feel alone. They even cried together when his black curly hair fell out. But it gave Franklin also the strength to go on, he knew he was needed and loved. Maybe it was also his own love towards her. He couldn’t give up when she believed he would be better. He just had to go on a little longer. He could do that. He was sure of it.

At the age of thirteen the happy day came when Franklin was cured. Well, they say there was no trace of the illness, but he had to take controls every month, cause once a patient always a patient. He didn’t care much about these check up’s, he was finally free from the routine which made him go the that dreadful place every week. The twins was thirteen at the time. A whole life ahead of them. It had been strange at first. The routine was like normal to them, it had been as if their life had been all resolving about Frank’s decease. It might have been like that. He felt sad, and hoped he could make it right. After all, high school soon started. Mac and Frank had their time of their lives. They did a lot of stuff together. For two years they were inseparable. Not that it changed after these two years, but a new chapter in both their life’s started. A new beginning for both of them, they were about to start something together, as strong as they could be.

Their bond had been strong. Freshmen year had been fun, but soon Mac, got some friends, actually one, Emily. They were always together. Making fun of Frank, but he couldn’t actually care about these pranks. He had his best friend Matthew. He was a great guy, learned to play the guitar on an young age and Frank envied him for it. Though, because of his best friend, he found his own passion, his passion for rhythm, to dance. Years passed by for the both of them, and everything seemed to be okay. Till Frank fell in love with someone. He was sixteen years young and he had never thought he would be in love. She was nothing like Mac and he had always thought he would end up with someone just like her. They got involved with each other, around the same time Mac wanted to pay Frank back on hitting on her best friend. Frank had indeed a thing for Emily, but that wasn’t enough. Now it was Frank and his girl, and Mac and Matthew. Frank didn’t like it that much, but he had no say in it. It actually seemed that she was in love with his best friend. At some point he just accepted the entire thing, because he didn’t want to lose Mac, she bought the shit he had with Emily too.

It was a great thing that he did, but mother didn’t. She didn’t like Matthew with her daughter. He wasn’t the perfect son in law. These comments made Mac want to run away, and on one night they did. It was a fatale night. The night Frank was with his girl, they were out to the movies. When Frank saw it was the number of his father he knew something was wrong. He took his girl and brought her home safely and hurried to the hospital. There he sat next to Mac. She off, and looked horrible. He asked someone about Matthew, he was his best friend. No one told him what was wrong. That moment of silence was enough. The first thought Frank has was how Mac was going to take this. It hadn’t been pretty. Frank felt it and he couldn’t reach out to Mac. He came to her every day, she had been in the hospital. Bringing her stuff she might need. A note book, and a pencil. Stuff like that. His girlfriend was there for him. Which was kind of sweet of her. She didn’t seem to mind it that he was so very often with his sister. She understood him. That created a bond, and that changed one night. The night she wanted more than just some cuddling, and talking.

They had a little more, just a lot more actually. Frank didn’t know she wanted that, they were just sixteen, but it was all okay with him. He liked it, so yeah. That didn’t change, he loved sex. Though, he didn’t know there had been a little accident, even though he did uses an condom, she still got herself pregnant. Frank, wasn’t pleased with this, they never told anyone about it. He wanted to tell Mac, but she had her own problems, and she might needed his help more than he needed hers. Though, when they almost reached the third month, something went wrong. She felt sick, and she had some craps in his stomach. He told her to sleep some, but that was hardly possible. Soon they found out it was about a miscarriage. She lost her baby. His girlfriend was devastated, and now Frank had two girls to look after. He was a busy man. He did it out of love and didn’t mind doing it.

Months passed by and Mac came out of the hospital, she was numb. There was nothing to do about it, then wait. Frank started to get sick of the situations and started to dance like a maniac. His girl friend couldn’t handle it anymore and there had been decided she was about to move out of the country, back to some relatives in Germany. Frank never heard of her, or got a proper good bye. Oh, well he is done with it, and hopes never to see or hear from her again. He is ready for some fresh meat. Some real ladies, who could handle him. When they turned seventeenth things started differently. Mac was still numb, but something about her had changed. Frank new what it was, she was in love again. It was starting very fresh and new. He didn’t want to spoil it for her, but he did want to know who it was. To make sure she didn’t made the wrong choice. As if she would ever listen to him.

They are both eighteen now, and Frank is dancing his butt off. He still want to go to London, but he probably never will. Oh well, he has his dreams and wishes ready, and hopes some of them will come true!

WILL YOU STILL HOLD ME
WHEN YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE

ALIAS: judas
AGE: 20
EXPERIENCE: 2 years and something
SAMPLE:

You shoulda made some plans with me;
you knew that I was free....

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Holden brushed a few strains[/font][/COLOR] of his hair out of his face. He smiled as a few girls laughed walking by. Most people knew he was gay. It had been some kind og gossip thing all over the years. That isn't weird as they found pictures of him and some kid. He didn't even remembered the name of the dude. Holden didn't care about these images that much. It didn't change anything if he got mad about it, so instead he just smiled and answered all the grotesque questions. He could handle them all. As always there was this huge photo camera around his neck. It had made him famous. He was one of the art kids. He belonged to a group who didn't want him in. These art-people, found he was too open minded. A strange thing to say for art people, who mostly pushed against the threads of society to broaden it all. No, Holden was the perfect example of wanting to much, they said. Well, Holden was a person who told them what he thought. It had been a nice conversation. It had been one in which the word fuck and fuckers and weirdoes was used a lot.

The day was nice, simple[/font][/COLOR] , just like Holden liked it. He was simple himself, he didn't want to much out of his life. There was one thing he wanted, simple like he was. He wanted to be happy. It had been a wish of his ever since he came here to New York. That had been almost fourteen years back now. It had been the best and he wouldn't deny that. He was proud that he was elected by two wonderful people. He had been eight already, a little boy who could play the piano and the guitar, but didn't. Just because he felt guilty. That guild was something which they got out of his system, but playing one of these instruments are still hard on him. It is a sad story to tell, that was why Holden never told it to anyone. There were actually two reasons why he didn't tell. One; because he didn't want to be the loner boy for who everyone felt sad, and second; because it was an old story, one he had told many times now. What was the need to digging up that old dirt once more. He didn't feel he should. The pas was the past, he was heading towards a new future a new adventure, which was starting here, near the fountain.

He sat down on one[/font][/COLOR] of the empty benches, looking through his camera lens. He snapped some photo's he didn't care who was on them, that wasn't what he was wanted to capture. He wanted to capture a feeling, an emotion. It was the hardest part of making photos, because when you asked someone to pose for you, it wouldn't seem genuine anymore. It would look as if it was enforced on them. His camera followed some college blocks throwing a ball. They seemed concentrated, but they also talked a lot. As if they were discussing who could ask who for their next group meeting. There had been one gay jock in the team, which was a year ago, he was a senior. The man had asked Holden on a date. It was one of these group meeting things. It was something he had never experienced. These girls where just used by these men, willingly. Holden had taken pictures of it, but he never printed them. He didn't want to cause more damage than he had that night. He had stopped a guy before he jammed his tool into a girl. She didn't seem willing, but she was. The party ended there with two blue eyes.

Suddenly the ball seemed to[/font][/COLOR] be thrown too high to be caught. It all happened in a flash, The ball ended in the fountain near a man. He wasn't a student. Holden could tell that much, just because he was different. Holden got up, and walked over to him. The man hold the book high, high he retrieved out of the fountain. It probably fall in when the ball hit the water. Holden couldn't help but snap a picture out of the moment. Maybe it was his instinct which told him he should, but the feeling was that he had to follow it, if he wanted it or not. He looked at the picture at his display and smiled. It was a cute picture. He walked over to man with a smile on his face. "I'm sorry, but I took a picture of you, I hope you don't mind." He said polite. He held the camera in front of him, so he could see it. "I am sorry about your book, is there a way to repair it?" He didn't read much, so he had no clue if this could be restored or not.

L Y N D O N, T H E F O U N T A I N, 8 2 2

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