COOK, rory anderson

[RORY ANDERSON COOK]

rory anderson cook
twenty(just) ,, miami florida ,, techie(march of the dead) ,, gayy ,, adorkable ,, christofer drew ingle
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h i s t o r y

Back in the day me and my sis were born preemie, like twins usually are. We were born, basically, on July 6th, but my sister, Olivia, was born at 12:03, five minutes after me, so technically she was born on July 7th. Yeah so we were born to my mom, Julia Cook, and my dad Joshua Cook. So the day we were born started our difference, mom always said she wanted to be separated from me so badly that she just waited for five minutes, or something like that. We were tight for the first few years, she and I, we were inseparable and cried whenever we were apart, but then we started kindergarten. Her nice blond hair was something everyone adored, and I had red hair and played pokemon and junk. She got “Popular”, if you could even call it that at that age, and my mom got pregnant again and gave birth to Eliza Isabella Cook nine months later. We were a happy family of four.

Over the years Liv and I got pretty distant, which sort of bothered me a little, but not much. I guess she didn’t like the twin thing we had. That was fine. She and I were in two different crowds, it’s the way it is in school. I was nerdy, and she liked clothes. When we were both almost nine my mom made us choose an instrument to learn, otherwise it’d be piano. I chose guitar and liv chose piano, I loved the instrument and liv dropped out of piano after a year. By that time I was in fourth grade Eliza started school, early sure because she was a genius. I sort of faded into the background to let the two girls shine, I didn’t mind. Liv’s friends sort of poked fun at me, but I ignored it as I was taught to. It just bothered me that my sister didn’t stick up for me and what not.

Middle school was better, I found a group of kids who liked to be nerdy, but also liked music, which was good because I fell in love with music. I was convinced that my sister got injected with something at school because all of a sudden her brain cells started frying, like she was an idiot. Her friends were terrible people, they talked about guys and doing things that probably shouldn’t be done at their age, but I didn’t do anything cause she didn’t want me to. To her I was a mistake, even though I was older, to her I was stupid, even though I had more common sense in one pinky than she did in her body, which started filling out and gross stuff like that. Eliza was a brainiac, and she was great to talk with even with the age gap. I tried to help her with school, but it was I who ended up needing help from her.

High school was torture in the beginning, but my friends made it better. I met more music junkies that I could talk to about everything with, and then I had game junkies that I played with. My sister fell into a bad crowd and bad things happened to her. I still didn’t understand why she didn’t like me, but I didn’t really care at that point, I just didn’t want her in the group she was in. I had nothing wrong with her getting high and shit, she just drank until she passed out and I didn’t think that was good at our age, so I told our parents, and she hated me even more. She was materialistic and a cold hearted bitch, she made me wish we were born years a part. Eliza let me advise her never to turn into Liv, and she agreed. Also in high school I came to the realization that i liked boys, although i kept that from my family, especially Olivia, she'd have told the whole school if it helped her get a head. And there was that I sort of just don't like to advertise it. There's very few people i actually tell about it.

continuing on, i finished high school, dropped out of college. i was working some pretty shitty jobs for a while. sorting out technology for idiots, and working in a game store. the game store wasn't so bad. but then i got a job as the tech for march of the dead. i haven't had it for very long, which is cool i guess. anyways, i'm the tech. i guess i applied, or showed some skills or whatever.

p e r s o n a l i t y

people say i'm funny, okay i guess i can be when i'm in the mood, but i'm pretty... iffy. like sometimes i'm all into it, and sometimes i just want to be left alone, it's anyone's guess what it's going to be at that point in time. sometimes i'm happy and cheery and all into everyone's conversations, and then i can change on a dime, it's almost as if i suffer from bipolar disorder, but i don't. it's just, the way i am i guess. like there's certain things that irk me and those things drive me up the wall, and they only annoy me if i'm feeling a certain way, i'm so weird. no one knows for sure why i'm like this, but i try and spare my little sister from my state. my twin isn't so lucky since she's a bitch. i feel terrible after, but i feel so good when i'm verbally attacking someone when it happens. revenge isn't sweet after the fact i guess. my jokes are pretty sarcastic, and dry. i just like making people laugh even when i lay on my personality a bit thick. getting people to laugh makes me think that they're starting to like me a bit more, or something stupid like that. i like perverted jokes, i like funny jokes, and i like sarcasm.

i'm pretty friendly, or i try to be most of the time, but it's hard. i'm quite prejudice if i really think about it. i try not to judge people by their look and their styles, or who they hang out with, but it's difficult. i've just been around people who are exactly how i perceive them, not that that works out now in the real world, but you know. if someone needs help i'll probably debate helping them, if not just help them, it's the way i am i guess. if someone you know, is mean to me, i'm probably not really going to bother with them much. i just, i just don't like it and if someone has a bad opinion of me i try and change it, unless you're my sister's friends, then i just don't care. so yeah, also if you're like new around somewhere and you talk to me, i'll talk with you and help you out learning the ways about something. you know how it is.

i'm a lost cause in the romance department. i don't know what's up or down, i'm a complete and utter failure. if i think something's romantic, it's not. trust me, there's no way any of the things i come up with are romantic. i can't tell flirting from an eye twitch, and i'm sure as hell a lost cause in the bedroom. i'm not a virgin, but i hardly have any experience, just saying. i'm like a freaking noob in that bit of the social world, just throwing that out there for you all to judge me by.

i'm pretty laid back. i don't care about a lot of things, and i make it obvious. school? eh, what about it? i slid by, i didn't do so hot in the wonderful jail system. you could consider me lazy, and even by my standards i am a lazy fat ass, but i don't care. the only things i really care about is being liked, having fun, music, and my friends. other than that i don't give a shit, i just want to have fun. but i must admit, i get frustrated so so so easily, it's super sad to admit, not to mention embarrassing, but it's the truth. if i'm having trouble with math or something, when i was in school. i'd throw my notebooks across the room totally annoyed with the whole concept of math or whatever the fuck it was. i just hate dealing with shit that doesn't make sense, or completely frustrates me. i stress out about that shit.

speaking about stress, i get really nervous, and i hate being alone in large crowds. if i am i act laid back and cool and shit, but on the inside i'm dying. i just want to disappear and fit in. i have an obsession with getting certain people to like me for who i am and sometimes for who i'm not. i crack jokes to make people laugh, i sometimes don't even act like myself. i turn into a complete and utter nervous wreck around new people, it might even seem like such a hypocritical situation that i get on stage and do my thing with Troubled Genius, but who knows. maybe being with my best friends helped make it better for me. they know me quite well after all.

i'm selectively mature. back up where i said i have a lot of mood shifts? this also effects this too. sometimes i'll be goofy and loony and act like i'm seven. but other times i'm straight up difficult, and completely literal. sometimes i whine, and sometimes i get annoyed by childish behaviors. sometimes i'll join in, and yet others i'm embarrassed to be in the situation. i've been getting better though, over the years. i get pessimistic when i'm mature, very negative and it's annoying. a huge kill joy, if you know what i mean.

i'm not usually a selfish person, i really am not. in fact i feel terrible when i take things from people. my birthday is difficult cause i don't like whenever people buy things for me, it makes me feel nervous and uncomfortable and i just don't like it at all, if you catch my drift. i know i'm strange, but it's something i live around. i tell people not to buy me things for my birthday and junk, not that it ever changes anything. i think that it's different on christmas and what not. you know, the whole giving and receiving thing.
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Rory never understood why he and his sister couldn't be stereotypical twins. Why did she have to be hateful to him? People said that she was jealous, but why would she be jealous of him? He was just... Rory. A complete nerd, he still played Pokemon for Christs sake, but he didn't watch the anime. That was too nerdy for even him. No he just played the game, and occasionally he found himself watching pokemon in the mornings when he was too lazy to change the channel, or something like that. And it was very rare. It was anyone's guess how he managed to get friends who didn't think he was completely mental and nerdy. Well actually, he could live with them calling him nerdy, because he was. However there was no way in hell that he wanted to be friendless because of that fact, he managed to curb his nerdiness just enough that he could make other friends. Well, back to his sister. The girl had managed to annoy him so much that all he really wanted to do was tear her limb from bloody limb. Why did she constantly have to rag on him about... everything? It was like having an annoying bug on your shoulder constantly burying your self esteem in the deepest darkest pits of hell.

He placed a cigarette between his lips from the red and white box that was never far away; he expertly lit it while he walked, his old up flip-flops leading the way. There had to be something to do outside. Everything seemed so dull when it wasn’t appearing on a television screen through his gaming systems. That was the only thing he was sure about in his life, that he wanted to go on to college for games. He wanted to design his own world and story to fit into it. He wanted to make something that other kids that were like him wanted to play in and live in. It was Just the way he looked at the world, he compared it to the worlds that he'd lived in through all his video game careers. There was just nothing to compare it to.

He walked in complete silence as the darkness blanketed the city around him. His shoes touched grass and he walked onto it, the ember from his cigarette acting as a knife to slice through it, not that it really did much. Rory plucked it from his lips allowing the toxic fumes to escape his tar stained lungs into the air. He needed to get away from here. Far, far away from here. Somewhere where Olivia's hurtful words wouldn't dare reach him, someplace where no one would know she even existed. Hell was out of the question, she'd eventually make it there. And the church was closed so that was out; a church was probably the best option. She'd likely burn or get struck down if she even attempted to set foot in one of them.

Rory continued walking through the dark park, looking for something secluded where he could just lay and do nothing. Lay and get over his sister's brutal words. Save him from his misery and what not. He stopped suddenly, placed his cigarette in his mouth, and dropped to the grass like a brick; he laid down an looked up into the dark midnight sky. The trees rustled sadly back and forth, as if they suddenly realized they'd never be able to go anywhere other than where they stood. He secretly wondered if they had dreams, or hopes, or wishes. He wondered if Narnia actually had a point with the whispers of the trees and what not. He sighed and closed his eyes, he didn't really want to know. It would, quite possibly, break his heart if he knew.

He pulled his iphone out of his jean's pocket and laid it on his chest. To be honest, he didn't think he wanted his ipod even though the silence was driving him mad, he thought his music would make him crazy faster. And going back to his house and sleeping was out of the question since he wasn't tired. He pondered going back to the house and physically forcing himself to lay down and try to sleep, but that didn't work out very well. It was times like these that he wished he had been diagnosed with Insomnia so that he could sleep with pills, or know why he had trouble sleeping. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth again, another sigh escaped his lips as he looked up at the sky. It was really pretty dark out and he could only see a few stars through the blanket of clouds that covered the town

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