Kade Riley Palovina

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CHECK YES JULIET, ARE YOU WITH ME?
RAIN IS FALLING DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK, I WONT GO UNTIL YOU COME OUTSIDE

heyy, my name is Kade Riley Palovina, but feel free to call me Kade. i entered this world on May eleventh, nineteen ninety three, making me about eighteen years old. i am obviously a heterosexual male and people tend to tell me i look a lot like Avan Jogia. oh yeah, and i'm a Senior. so, know you know a bit about me, let's get on with the interview!

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CHECK YES JULIET, KILL THE LIMBO, I'LL
KEEP TOSSING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK FOR US TONIGHT

can you tell us a bit about your personality?

I tend to be a very laid back guy, not really trying to get tied up in a bunch of drama. Then again, it’s pretty hard to avoid in this town. I can be determined, independent, protective and reserved. I know that people here like to get into each other’s lives and as hard as it is to avoid, I try to keep my business my business. You could even say I make a job of doing that, and I’m determined to keep doing it. As for independence, it doesn’t mean I spend all my time alone and try not to interact with anyone. That’s not even remotely true because when it comes down to it, I’m a pretty social guy and have my fair share of friends who would be willing to back that up. I just like to do things on my own and not have to answer to people non-stop.

As for the protective thing, this really goes more for the ladies. Yeah, I know it’s kind of cliché and stupid but I have my reasons based on past things that you either know already or will know eventually. The thing is that when I get to be close enough with a friend I like to make sure that nothing can hurt them or get them down. I mean, who really wants to see their friends down right? So when someone hurts them or tries to threaten them, I usually intervene pretty fast whether they like it or not. So sorry, if it gets on your nerves. All in all though I’d say I’m a pretty decent guy.

can you tell us some of the things you enjoy?

I don’t usually tell people this but I’ve been working a lot in graffiti lately. I’m kind of an artist type, mostly with paintings and such so anything artistic really makes me grin. But the graffiti has become a big part of my life recently, besides the fact that it’s illegal. I just like to have something that’s mine that I can put anywhere I like where people will see it and interpret. I guess you could say that’s not all I like though. I like coffee, if that counts. Kind of makes me feel grown up when I go to starbucks and just get normal coffee and not some mixed up flavored thing. I like girls, cause I’m a teenage boy who enjoys kissing and all that crap. I like movies, I like the idea of ghosts and goblins and weird paranormal stuff like that but I don’t really shove it down people’s throats. I guess I just like a lot of things, but I couldn’t narrow down my favorites.

hmm, what about the things you despise?

Despise is a strong word, kind of like hate. I don’t think I genuinely despise anything but there are some things I don’t like. One of them is people who lie. Lying gets you nowhere but in a mess of more trouble because of that lie. I don’t like, other people don’t like it and it’s pointless. So why do it? Another, is the color green. Kind of a weird one but it’s nothing personal. Something about the color just kind of bugs me and makes me think of the hulk and as a kid that guy scared me so maybe its some sort of psychological thing. Among those two there’s a bunch of little things, overly expressive people, clowns, most commercials, television shows in general, and people who use women wrongly. I mean, I’m not really in the wrong for any of it. But they bug me, things along those lines.

do you have any goals in life? any dreams?

Would it be wrong of me to say that my first goal in life is to get out of this town? Ha, it’s funny but that’s the first goal I ever remember wanting to keep for the rest of my life until I made it happen. People here don’t know how to mind their own business and when you’re a kid with problems at home that you’d rather keep to yourself instead of having the whole school know, there comes a point when you hate life because no matter how hard you try to keep it a secret, they find out anyhow. After that I would have to say art is my main goal, but that could just be temporary. I guess I’d just say my dreams consist of getting the hell away from here and then making something of myself once I do. Not too much to ask for, right?

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LACE UP YOUR SHOES, AYE OH AYE OH,
HERE'S HOW WE DO; RUN BABY RUN, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK, THEY'LL TEAR US APART

tell us about your past, was it fun being you?

If I said it was fun being me as a kid then I’d be lying. Most people have it pretty easy but my life was a little different. When I was born, my mom was ecstatic and thrilled to have a child with the love of her life, even if he had told her that he didn’t want to get married right now. She didn’t care because she just knew that he would never leave her. But as people tend to be sometimes, she was wrong and not even a year into my life he took off. My mom had a few guys after that but only one gave her another kid, which was my sister Becca.

Growing up. I can say honestly that I did that pretty fast because after Becca’s dad my mom started finding worse and worse guys. It wasn’t like we lived in the nicer side of town anyhow. I felt like that guy in the movies who everyone assumes is a bad boy but he’s really just a good guy. I guess in reality that’s who I was. I was chill and happy at school while trying to make sure my sister and mom weren’t getting into trouble with mom’s latest boy toy. It came to a point where drinking became her crutch and she stopped trying to find a good guy. She just didn’t want to be alone at night and she was able to find a long lasting relationship in Jack.

I would like to get down right now that I hate Jack and if I had the will power to do it, I would probably kill the guy for all that he’s put our family through since he showed up. The story with Jack is that he found my mom in a bar one night, drunk off her ass as always. He picked her up, took her home and then never left. That was two years ago and since then Jack has used every bit of money my mom had, moved himself in and decided that he is the one allowed to punish my sister and I as he sees fit. So as dark and cliché as this all sounds, no is the answer to my question. Being me was not fun and still isn’t.

and what about your parents, are they cool?

My mom is maybe the sweetest woman you will ever meet but you probably won’t ever meet her sober. When I was younger and just after Becca was born, she was great. She tried her hardest to make things great for us but it didn’t really last long. I guess I don’t have much to say here because I do not consider Jack my dad.

have any siblings? what are they like?

Becca is my eight year old sister. She was born when I was ten and I would kill for her. She is the nicest, most adorable little thing ever but she’s ridiculously shy and timid. I guess she had good reasoning though. But honestly, she’s the one person I care about more than anything. Didn’t seem fit to put her in a “thing” that I like because she’s definitely not just a thing.

what is your dirty little secret? we all have one.

Well as I’ve already said, my home life is less than glamorous and my mom is caught up in alcohol but that’s not really my dirty secret. I guess my own personal secrets would be about what goes on behind closed doors at the house. Jack has on more than one occasion hit my sister and I haven’t let it fly very easily. It’s kind of embarrassing to say that I’ve been beat up on more than one occasion by this guy but I have. I don’t like to let things slide away like that, especially when the guy is trying to lay his hands on Becca so I go after him and he goes after me. I’ve had to cover up bruises at school before and I do have some anger issues about things like this so yeah. Not so entirely dirty but I’d rather people not find out about that.

what are your worst and best memories?

My best and worst memory are one in the same. The first time I hit Jack was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Granted, the fact that he hit Becca was not okay with me. I remember seeing him slap her and getting this boiling hatred pulsing through my body. I yelled at him and he laughed, which made me hate him more. The second he started walking towards me I knew that I was going to hit him. It was all a matter of timing. And you know, I don’t remember all the insults he threw at me or the spit on my face when he was mocking me, I just remember how amazing it felt when my fist collided with his face the first time. After that I only got a few more punches in but knowing that I got the first one on him made me so incredibly happy. Then of course, he beat the crap out of me and that sucked worse than anything else. I felt extremely imasculine for not being able to defend myself and rotten for not being able to teach him the lesson he deserved for hitting her. So it was the greatest thing ever and the worst.

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IF YOU GIVE THEM THE CHANCE, DON'T
SELL YOUR HEART, DON'T SAY WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BE, RUN BABY RUN, FOREVER WILL BE

behind that screen, what's your name?

I’m Chloi Layton (: Nice to meet you all

and are you a guy or a girl?

I’m a girl, and I like to do girly things.

awesome! and how can we contact you?

PM or IM is fine. My aim is CloweeBug

how long have you been roleplaying? just curious.

I’ve been roleplaying on neo since I was in like seventh grade but I took a long hiatus from that, like 6 months haha. And then I got an invite on there to join a proboards account. I’ve been doing proboards for about a month or two. By the way, I’m going to be a senior this year if that gives any time help.

great! now, can we have a little sample of your work?

”Alexa, are you with us?”

The mature voice of a young man brought Alexa Zamora from her daydreams and back to reality. Reality was English class, in a room with dull white paint on the walls and too-old desks for the children to sit in. Though, Alexa thought they could hardly be called children anymore. They were Senior’s in high school, nearly graduates and she was absolutely not a child anymore. The dark haired teen fluttered her long lashes and brought herself to focus on the man before her. He was gorgeous. Six foot tall with adorably tussled light brown hair and radiant pools of blue eyes that Alexa would loved to have swam in for days. For the whole year she’d dreamt of him seeing her as more than just a student because she was sure that it was painfully obvious how attracted to him she was. But of course, he was professional and never batted an eyelash in her direction other than to wake her from her frequent day dreams (which usually were some romantic fantasy involving herself and Mr. Evan Matthews –the man who always woke her).

A shy smile crept upon her full lips and Alexa nervously tugged on one of her many thick, dark curls. “Sorry, Mr. Matthews. I was just…thinking.” thinking of you… Alexa finished in her mind, wishing she could bring herself to say the words aloud. She wasn’t a shy girl by any means. In fact, Alexa was one of the more outspoken, outgoing girls in her school but there was something about those gorgeous eyes and that dreamy voice of his that made the 18 year old weak in the knees. Had it not been for the insane amount of self control that she had developed, she might have melted instantly on multiple occasions around him. Mr. Matthews only smiled sympathetically towards her.

“Well, I think you should stay behind after class so we can discuss this habit you’ve got going. Alright?” no matter what the young man said, Alexa would have said yes.

“Um, of course Mr. Matthews. Sorry again.” And she was sorry –sorry she’d dozed off too long to get to listen to his perfect voice.

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When class was over, Alexa waited nervously behind. Today she knew was the day she would change everything. She’d been plotting ever since he had asked her to stay behind. As he waved good bye to the other students –it was the last period of the day—Alexa searched desperately for something to check her reflection in. She decided the light from the window created enough shine that she could see herself semi-decently in the white board’s reflection. Quickly the smoothed out her black tank tops and jeans, adjusting her long curls so that the fell evenly over her thin shoulders and pulling her top down just enough to show a little cleavage. She pressed her eyelashes to her eye lid in a quick attempt to curl them and re-applied her lipgloss and with that, she was finished.

Mr. Matthews turned around just in time and smiled warmly at her. Taking a seat on the edge of his desk, he faced his eager student. “So Alexa, what’s going on with you? You seem very distracted during my class. Is there anything you want to to talk about or tell me?”

Alexa smirked, walking a bit closer to him now. “Well now that you mention it, Mr. Matthews, there was something I wanted to tell you….”

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