ANDERSON, dylan kennedy

[dylan kennedy anderson]

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Alright, let's keep this simple shall we? My name is Dylan Kennedy Anderson. I go by Dylan, Mister Anderson ( yes, like the Matrix, fuck yeah ), Dill or Dy. That's it, don't you dare call me anything else or I'll fuck you up. I don't like being called nicknames I don't like but if your name is Charlene then maybe I'll let you pass, maybe. Just kidding, she knows she can call me anything she wants but anyone else does and you better have your will written up. I'm twenty-six years old, born on October thirty-first, so yes, I'm a fucking Halloween baby. Goes with my personality I suppose but eh, whatever, we'll get into that later, okay? Good, moving on. I'm a Faculty member at Yale, I teach Film Studies and in my spare time I make pornos with a select group of students that I have hand chosen myself. I live in Wooster Square, I'm a Trust Fund boy and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I was born and raised in Beverly Hills, California and only moved to attend college. I attended NYU to get my degree, started going there when I was seventeen and I hold a PhD in Film Studies. I'm one hundred percent straight and I'm actually quite disguested by the whole gay men thing, lesbians or bicurious women though, eh, they don't bother me that much, in fact I find them rather intriguing. That's besides the point though so let's move on.

P E R S O N A L I T Y,
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Arrogant is one word that I've often heard people refer to me as and obviously I don't have an issue with it. I'm not arrogant to the point where I think I'm better than everyone else, just select groups of people. Eh, what am I saying, of course I think that I'm better than other guys, why else do you think the ladies practically flock to me, eh? I'm good at what I do, both in and out of bed and I have no problem telling you or anyone else that, okay? Blunt is another word that I know describes me perfectly. I tell people how it is whether it'd hurt them or not, I don't give a fuck. If I think you're a jackass I'll tell you, If I think you're an ugly wrench, I'll tell you. If I think that you're a worthless scum who's only as good as what you can offer in bed then I'll tell you. I think you get the picture. I don't see the point of witholding the truth from people. I know I don't like it when people do it to me so why should I do it to others? I suppose that you can say I'm brutally honest to the point where it can hurt others but that's not my problem. People need to harden the fuck up and deal with it, alright?

Going hand and hand with my bluntless is also my careless attitude toward people and their emotions. I don't care much for people who go around moping thinking that there's no way that they'll get out of whatever rut they got themselves into. I approach life with a 'something hurt you, forget about it' attitude I guess you can say. I hate it when people live in the past. Who gives a fuck if you were hurt back then? Learn from it and move on, don't stay focused in it and be scared to try again in the future. Not with the same person, mind you, someone else. I'm also a sarcastic jackass. I joke around like none other. I hate it when people are serious all the time and I'm the type of guy that was the class clown in school and well, that carried onto my adulthood. The jackass part kind of goes along with it and that all works out good I suppose. I'm the guy that'll crack jokes in the most serious of moments, I'm always laughing and I love living life in the moment, having a good time and just being myself. You have an issue with it? I don't give a fuck.

Now, let's see, I have a lot of likes, some of them are sex, partying, females, making movies; especially pornos and you know, other things of that nature. I'm a movie addict, a popcorn addict and I'm a rather avid video game and billiards addict. I've already spoken of most of my dislikes but other ones are pretty simple. I hate whiny little bitches, I hate being told what to do, I hate not knowing what's on people's minds and I hate the snow. Absolutely hate it. The cold is something else that ranks high up there and if I can do something to not deal with the cold you bet I will. Uh, a secret of mine is pretty simple but it's not something many people know about me. I honestly do want to find a girl to settle down with, someone to sweep off their feet and call my own but it's the issue of actually finding a girl who wants to commit because of assholes who hurt them in the past. If it comes down to dating I'm a guy who will stay faithful, I'm not into the whole cheating thing but if I find out that she was cheating on me you'd bet I'd get back at her, I don't give a fuck then.

H I S T O R Y ,
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Like I said before I was born and raised in Beverly Hills, California. My father is Antonio Anderson, a famous director of Hollywood movies and my mother is LeAnne Anderson, an actress. They met on the set of a movie and fell in love or something like that. I don't know and I don't care, I never really paid attention to what they told me to begin with so it's whatever. I'm an only child, raised in private schools my entire life and I was always the kid in class making a lot of trouble. I get my personality from both parents and it's something they got used to so I never had much discipline growing up. The only thing they really instilled into me was how bad they'd beat me if I ever mistreated a woman in the form of abuse or cheating. I guess you can say I'm fairly close to my parents, more so my mother than my father. Even though it's sad to admit it but she was my best friend for years, the only one that I could really talk to about things and completely trust. After graduation I moved to New York City to attend NYU and I made it through the programs quite easily. Just because I'm a partier, a jackass and a clown doesn't mean I'm not intelligent. Plus, I'm pretty persistent so when I want something I'd go after it. Upon graduation I was offered an internship at Yale University under the Film Studies Professor and when he retired two years ago I took up the position. It wasn't until last year that I started this whole underground porn business and I use some of the Yale's finer students. It's their way of getting extra credit and surprisingly the girls don't seem to care. Plus, from what I've been told they like the fact that an older guy is into them. I have no problem sleeping with my students but I'm not going to force them into it. They're women, they can decide for themselves, right?

P U P P E T E E R ,
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So my name is Kelley, I'm nineteen years old and you can contact me via PM or MSN. If you want my MSN then PM me and I'll give it to you if I feel like it, okay? I've been roleplaying for nine years and I also play Carter Hoffman, Brody O'Connor and Aiden Everest. Uh, I'm in the Navy Inactive Reserves but will be going Active Duty come June. Yep, that's me, alright, I'm done now. -poofs-

R P S A M P L E ,
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Well, this was different. For the first time in nearly a year Carter and Abby were actually talking to one another. It wasn't just out of decency either, they were now able to have legit conversations with one another and it was something that Carter didn't think would happen ever again. The two of them had constantly been at each other's throats for the past year and well, despite what Carter said to other people he had missed actually talking to her. At one point in time Abby had been not only the girl he loved but his best friend and his biggest confidante. After the break up all of that had changed though and the only time either of them spoke was when they had a harsh word to pass between each other. It was sort of relieving that he could now go a complete conversation without either of them yelling at one another or throwing an insult. Sure it was good every now and then but after a year it got to the point where it was pretty shitty and was starting to get old. Carter loved Abby and even in his anger he felt bad for insulting her in the many ways that he had. That was in the past though and there was no going back on it no matter how much Carter wished that he could. It was time to focus on the here and the now and well, he only hoped that from here on out things would be better for him and Abby.

In all honesty it wasn't even their doing that had gotten the two of them talking again. It was all thanks to Raegan Parker, the girl whom Carter had kind of started dating. She had looked up to Abby as a sister and asked Carter to be nice to Abby for her sake and well, Carter had. Eventually it hadn't even been him being nice to her because Rae asked but instead because he wanted to. Too bad Rae had gotten forced to go back home because she wasn't able to see that the two were actually getting along now. Well, she had seen part of it but not how the past couple of days had really brought them closer. With his mother and her heart-attack to Rae leaving Carter had been feeling really down and just having Abby there to talk to had really made him feel better about things even if he knew they weren't getting better. He still had yet to figure out what to do about his mother but luckily him and Abby had figured out what to do when it came to Rae. Both of them were going to fly to New Jersey to see her. Before she had gotten forced back home Rae had scribbled her address and number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Carter and well, he was glad because he needed her to know that he wasn't mad at her for lying to him and he just wanted to make sure that she was going to be alright, that she was alright.

Carter felt completely overwhelmed with everything that was going on lately and he felt betrayed because he had been lied to and fell for it. No, he didn't doubt Rae's feelings toward him for a second but he just wished that she had been straight forward with him because if there was one thing that he hated more than anything else it was people who lied to him. After hearing her reasoning behind not only lying but running away from home though made him soften up toward everything that had happened. Today was going to be the day that him and Abby boarded a plane to go and see her and well, he was sort of nervous about it. The two of them hadn't been alone for awhile and he wasn't sure what was going to happen. Sure a couple of nights previously the two had hung out but this was going to be an entire weekend away from the world in a different state. Yes they were going to see Rae but that still left the nights in the hotel room. No, Carter wasn't thinking that anything like that was going to happen but there was bound to be lots of conversation and other things of that nature, right? The young man had promised Abby that he would arrive a bit earlier than expected though to help her with some last minute sewing or whatever it was she had to do with her business. He swore to god no matter how much he hated it this woman would always have him wrapped around her little finger. He was going to sew for god's sake. Carter Hoffman, football legend, bad boy of New Haven was going to sew.

After the ex-football star had packed up his car with his suitcase and backpack Carter drove to his ex-girlfriend's house with a million thoughts blaring through his mind. He tried to push them away though as he stopped at the store to pick up some fabric that Abby had asked for before climbing back into the car and continuing his journey to her home. Once the car was parked and he had the fabric in his hands along with his keys Carter moved up the walkway and when he was at the door he brought his hand up to it and knocked. Waiting patiently for someone to answer he glanced around, taking in the neighborhood but after a few moments he got irritated that no one was answering and just turned the doorknob, pleased to find that the door was unlocked and stepped inside. "Abbs!" He called into her home but didn't hear an answer so made his way further into her home after closing the door and sat the fabrics down on the kitchen table. "Hey Goober, where are you?" He called out again, waiting for her to make an appearance while he moved to the coffee maker and began to brew a pot. He knew how Abby was with her coffee and after the lack of sleep he had received the night before he could even do with a nice big mug of it. Plus, he needed some sort of supplement to keep him focused while she made him sew and before they went on the plane. God, the plane, that was one thing he was going to try to avoid thinking about until later.

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[-- NIE]