Friday, July 2, 2004

*shakes head* Some people...
jeux sots: Will you tell me what you think of this bio?
legoboy1 Sure.
jeux sots:
Born in the heart of Houston, Hayden Hemmingway was born into a life of privilege. With privilege, however, comes consequences. Hayden’s parents were rich, yes, but they were dirty in how they got their money. Hayden’s father had been running an underground hit man business, specializing in getting rid of spouses. And getting paid over $100,000 to do so. After having a child, Hayden’s mother tried to stay as subtle with the organization as she could. This didn’t keep Hayden from being on the scene.

When he was old enough to walk, Hayden’s dad, always called "King" by his customers and employees, had his son by his side when he had meetings with potential clients. Thus, Hayden learned from an early age how to wheel and deal. At least in the killing business. Hayden never took a potential liking to the business, which he was supposed to inherit when King died, but he never despised it.

On the very day he turned ten, the Hemmingway name was damaged when King was busted. Hayden watched as cops swarmed the place, taking all employees and the customer into custody, including his father. Hayden heard two simple words and followed directions: Run Hayden, run! He never ran that fast in his life.

He ran to his mother, who wept for her husband, but also for her son who had to witness it. King was sentenced to life in prison and was charged with multiple murders. His employees received a minimum of fifty years. The customer had ten years.

Hayden never hated his father, he had a love for him. He respected his business although he would never agree with it. He knew there was no chance of his father getting out of jail, so he sunk into depression. His grades dropped and he began getting into fights. He was unusually strong for his size. He was 5’9" but could take on more than thirty pounds easily. Thus, he never lost a fight.

He excelled in art in school, showing talent in painting. His teachers worried about his other classes and struggled to help him, but there was nothing they could do. Hayden would never return to school. At fifteen, he ran away, not wanting to live in Houston anymore. He ran to Dallas, where he served as a bartender at The Alamo, a rundown place where drunks seemed to hover. He didn’t lose fights here, either.

He lived in a small apartment above the bar and continued painting. For four years, he was the best bartender the bar had ever seen. And the most murderous. One day, during his last year staying in Dallas, three men in black ski masks ran into the bar, waving guns in the air. Hayden pulled a knife he kept in his boot out and quickly slashed two of the men’s throats, before stabbing the other one in the abdomen. He left them to bleed to death and was on his way to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

For the next ten years, he was an hired assassin, trying to follow in his father’s steps. Though he had never taken interest in the business, he felt it was the only way to live his life now that he had become a murderer. Once a murderer, always a murderer.

Since then, he’s returned to Houston, and has stayed anonymous. His mother gave him the money she had been saving for more than ten years, so he doesn’t have to work. He lives in a lavish loft in downtown Houston, and has a different girl every week
legoboy1 "Hayden heard two simple words and followed directions: Run Hayden, run!"
legoboy1 That's three words.
legoboy1 Two different ones, true, but still three words.
jeux sots: Oh yeah, knew that.
legoboy1 Did his father only have one employee?
jeux sots: No.
legoboy1 Oh, my bad. I missed the "s"
legoboy1 :p
jeux sots:
legoboy1 "He was 5’9" but could take on more than thirty pounds easily." This part doesn't seem to sit too well.
legoboy1 Maybe you meant he could take on someone thirty pounds heavier/bigger than him?
jeux sots: Yeah. ^_^;;
legoboy1 I'm just nitpicking here, but it seems a little unlikely that he could pull a knife out of his boot; a knife with a six inch blade, max, and kill three guys. I mean, how likely is it that they'd march right up against the bar to let him do that, anyway?
jeux sots: Who said he didn't get out from behind the bar?
legoboy1 Bartenders are usually behind the bar, aren't they?
jeux sots: Yeah, but he can get out from behind the bar. He's not restricted.
legoboy1 I know that.
legoboy1 You're the one who left it out. :-P
jeux sots: I didn't leave it out; it's basically common sense.
legoboy1 Bartenders usually tend to the bar. Don't they?
jeux sots: Yeah, but when someone's going to fight, they can move, you know.
legoboy1 I know. >_<
legoboy1 What I'm saying is, when I picture a bartender, I see a guy. Behind the bar.
legoboy1 Where you generally see bartenders. >_>;;
jeux sots: Yeah, but when I see three men coming into the bar, I see him jumping over the bar.
legoboy1 Great, write it in.
jeux sots: I'll leave it to common sense of others.
legoboy1 *falls over, anime-style*
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