Foster The People - Best Friend | Promenade Sentimentale | Imagine Dragons - Bleeding Out
"The B stands for brooks, sadly."
Wiley B. Hart
"Call me by one, I dare you."
Wiles, Wile E. Coyote
"An age that only teases freedom."
Eighteen
"Ouch, and I thought I was blind."
Male
"Tsk.."
TBD
"You'd be surprised how open I am."
Pansexual
"I think my hair has more moods than I do."
Due to the length of his hair, (longer on the top, shorter on the sides), he travels between different hairstyles depending on how he chooses to present himself.
If he allows his hair naturally loose, he can find himself with two options. One: a loose wave that can be easily tasseled with fingers for a smooth silky feel or matted and tangled crown of curls that are best left alone. Another common style would be a sort of greaser look, with the sides of his hair slicked back and letting the top run loose.
+the occasional scruff of facial hair
His eyes are as gray blue as if the noncommittal moon cracked from the sky and lodged into his eye socket.
"Nah, they're just blue.."
"You're covering all sides of the spectrum aren't you?"
5'11" | 180 cm
150 lb | 68 kg
"Boring, isn't it?"
English & Irish
"I'm good looking, that's all you need to know."
With a rich rosy pale skin, Wiley has a slender body with an athletic build. Although he isn't the type to run at god awful hours in the morning, he does likes to keep himself fit by eating right and light exercising throughout the week.
Much like his hair, his fashion sense varies between 'fine I care', to 'I don't give a fuck what I look like.' He mostly layers himself in jackets and coats to avoid the struggle of making himself presentable. Dark jeans, loose shirts, and plaid patterns are a common sight in his attire.
Lining from his wrist to his elbows, deep scars on both arms are now aging and some fairly fresh. Since the incident, he doesn't hide them as often as he use too, so he's comfortable with wearing short sleeved shirts if a moment is presented. Unfortunately, the activity hasn't reached a complete halt and he stills finds himself doing it out of pure habit.
He's not the type to plaster himself in tattoos but does find a beauty in them. Now does he have any of his own? Yes, but for a more sentimental reason. He has three small symbols inked somewhere on his body, one of them being two small x's on his ring finger, hidden between the bed and his middle finger. The other two are left a mystery on his behalf.
+ Cigarettes +
+ Reading +
+ Comfortable silence +
+ An unexpected challenge +
It's the thrill he seeks and if something extraordinary come rolling his way,
you bet your ass he's on that bandwagon. He's almost a volunteer when it
comes to stupid games like truth or dare.
+ Honey coated anything +
+ Last minute road trips +
+ Standing out in the dead of night +
- His Family -
- People's inability to understand him -
- Responsibility -
- Cats -
Okay, so it's a back and forth thing between him and the feline species.
He wants to love cats, but because of his allergies he's unable too. This
on the other hand gives him a selected hatred toward them but it's only
a front to what he's really upset about.
- Medication -
- Having to wake up early -
- Someone who can't take a joke -
To put it simply, Wiley is a hotheaded prick with nothing better to do than to fuck up someone's day. He's smug, intolerant of people's views and beliefs, and has a mind heavily protected by his own ego.
The first thing you can notice about Wiley is his profane furnace of a mouth. He's crude, raw, and had no boundaries when it comes to speaking his mind. Unfortunately, his aggression is extraordinarily easy to trigger; with a simple yank at his chain, he can switch into attack mode with nothing but his rage to fuel him. Despite this fact, it's a strong aggressive behaviour devoured by a terrifying, nonchalant violence. Upon being alone however is a whole different story and one you'd rather not get involved.
Wiley keeps a clear distance between most people but casually interacts with the relationships between those he can tolerate and those he cannot. He chooses them with caution, but often finds himself distracted by those little quirks that keep him at his heels. Nevertheless, any relationship he'd been in was purely for the pleasure of the flesh.
In the eyes of a sprouting adolescence or a maturing youth, romance was shot completely out of proportion. Although love isn't entirely out of the question, but locating someone who could occupy his full attention span is rare.
Wiley is as bold as a cockroach with a steel spine, while stuffed with an astonishing sense of courage to the point of pure insanity. It's more of a witless bravery, but animal-like innocence nonetheless. For him, it was easier to tip-toe through life with a heavily shielded pride and a vanity stronger than concrete; always swimming in a pool of cat-like satisfaction. But don't get me wrong, he isn't the dull type either. Wiley's senses have been sharpened to a point by years of developing in the wrong kind of living, a torture to a child's mind but a battlefield for his own.
Depression hides itself within the most capable to keep it hidden. With a tweak of his smile and the simplicity of a social behaviour; it's was easier for Wiley to hide his illness. Even after his break was made public, he still pulls out the crude remarks and sweetens it with a smile. So honestly, despite the marks on his skin and a written record, much of it is physically impossible to notice. That of course, is how he'd like to keep it.
There was a certain craving, a desire, that only became Wiley's top priority. He'd do mindless acts and the closer he got to death and the higher the risk, the more exhilarating it was. It was those moments he truly felt at ease but much like any drug, he needed something stronger, something much much stronger. An appetite so keen it cut at him like a sword with a powerful bound of morbid craving.
His parents observed this behaviour as a foolish attempt for attention. According to them, these reckless acts were just basic teenage behaviour, which could only be cured by simply growing out of it and realizing the risk. Well as you can see, that's not how it exactly turned out.
If Wiley couldn't reach that certain desire the instant he lusted for it, he inflicted pain on himself to give him that sudden rush, a numbness that only fuelled him for so long. Scratches, burns, cuts, and eventually scars; all he hie so easily behind a wax facade and a charm-school grin.
It wasn't long until Wiley himself was unable too pinpoint the hunger, which now pulled and tore at his skin as if attached as a weight made of intolerable desire. Every step he took, the dream he coveted took two back and eventually Wiley could no longer grasp it. Even so, he was able to stare into it's home in the pits of his stomach, a place oh so difficult to reach.
The drugs.. The sex.. The pain. These didn't work anymore.
What if the appetite was only a handful of pills away? "That's it.. That will work."
With a mindless grab of his mother's prescription pills off the microwave and a chilled water bottle, he was off to his room for a slumber he'd been waiting for-for many years. After tossing the bottle to the wall and sliding on top of his bed, it wasn't long until he felt that intoxication of final loneliness.
Last thing he remember was the quicken sobs of his mother and the work speech between the EMT's. Although, the alarming pitched chirps of his heart monitor was the sound of his new beginning. What a drag..
"You didn't even leave a note.."
"You didn't deserve one."
Wiley was born to a couple bounded in an unnatural wedlock. Only a few months after they had met, Wiles was introduced due to a miscalculation. After considering their options, they decided it was best to tie the knot, under the assumption that a family was best for the child. But it was soon discovered that the three were anything but a family, for if you stood in a room with his parents you'd could come to that conclusion in a matter of seconds. It took more time to pepper an egg than for one of them to start a wall-crashing oral warfare. As you would expect, it was an unhealthy environment for a developing mind too mature in but it a struggle Wiley had grown to accept.
Although, as much as they hissed and scratched at each other, his parents decided a separation was the last option. Even so, their living situation had split over time until eventually the father had moved into an apartment of his own, his “father's getaway” or “Daniel’s shit hole”, as his mother had grown accustomed to calling it.
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As a child, Wiley was subjected to the vulgar behavior of his father and his foul-mouthed mother.
No matter where they were or whom they spoke to, there is no stopping his mother’s verbal acid. Not only was it flooded with utter profanities, but offensive organisms of speech with nothing but cold hatred for anything and everyone. She was an unlikable person and rarely had any friends because of this disgust she had for most people. Whenever Wiley had blurted out a sour remark or spoke with a sailor like perversity, instead of being scolded, he got a pat on the back for a good choice of words. This behavior was the cause of many fights and suspensions throughout his middle and high school years.
On the other hand, Wiley’s father was no better. It was obvious the love between his parents no longer existed, but his father was the first to show any sort of pattern of this. The nights Wiley passed with his father would be spent in the back of his dump of a car. He’d have to wait in the dark silence as his father and a “friend”, he had so blatantly picked off the street, spent a few good hours in a cheap motel. This became such a common routine; Wiley had stashed sleeping supplies in the backseat before every trip with his father.
Wiley’s relationship with his father was less of a father and son’s and one a human might share with a dog. At times it was a playful, endearing bond with a slight douse of equality. But as quick as lightning, he would be sent out into the frigid night to sleep because of a puppy-like mistake. No matter what Wiles had done, his father would always see him as a second-class citizen.
To avoid having to spend time with his parents, Wiley acquainted a set of friends each school year. Soon after he reached high school, that’s when things began to escalate. Parties, alcohol, drugs, sex, and everything you’ll find in a stereotype of a modern teenager. It was when he was in his sophomore year when his "addition" began. His overall behavior never changed and if it weren’t for that faithful night, two years later, his depression would have never seen the light of day.
After a short period of hospitalization, Wiley was now governed to take medication and began counseling with a therapist. It was he who recommended the camp to his parents, and with nothing to lose they arranged a cabin at Camp Milowe. And so his story begins
Dialogue Color | #C57B6E
(When your best friend's all strung out)
You'll do everything you can
'Cause you're never gonna let it get 'em down
(When you find it all around)
Yeah, it comes in waves, but it's hardest from the start
Feeling, sleeping, in the field again,
Oh, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel, it's beginning to end
Yeah, premonition smiling in the dark
Oh, I can see, I can see, I can see the story's starting to arc
Ohhh ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh
It dries up
I've been a spoken word
I've been a river bed
I've been a rabid force
And let it flow up from within
Sometimes it feels like I only dream in black and white
Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhh
And colors so...
(When your best friend's all strung out)
You'll do everything you can
'Cause you're never gonna let it get 'em down
(When you find it all around)
Yeah, you say it's what you need
And hide your eyes when you're close to me
(When you feel up in the clouds)
Well, it comes in waves, but it's hardest from the start
Waves in theta, slipping into dreams
Oh, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel the celestial beings
Wilted pleasures leave you with a breath
I can see, I can see, I can see the beauty in the mess
Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh
It dries up
I've been a river bed
I tried to salt the wound
I've carried more than I can
I feel I've got a lot to prove
Sometimes I feel like I only dream in black and white
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh
But colors so....
(When your best friend's all strung out)
You'll do everything you can
'Cause you're never gonna let it get 'em down
(When you find it all around)
Yeah, you say it's what you need
You hide your eyes when you're close to me
(When you feel up in the clouds)
You ought to know
That I'm here no matter where you want to go
(In your head hanging upside-down)
Well, it comes in waves, but it's hardest from the start
I'm here, no matter where you are
So let it in with, open arms, no matter where you are
Sometimes, you'll have to wait,
And it passes by like a satellite or star
No matter where you are
(When your best friend's all strung out)
You know when
Ooh-hoooo-hooooo
(When you feel up in the clouds)
Oh, yeah, you know when
Ooh-hoooo-Ooh hooooo
(When your best friend's all strung out)
Oh, yeah, you know when
You ought to know
That I'm here no matter where you want to go
(In your head, hanging upside-down)
Yeah, you know when
That's how you know
When your best friend's all strung out
I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you, for you.
When the day has come
That I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns gray
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating
Oh, you tell me to hold on
Oh, you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong
'Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
When the hour is nigh
And hopelessness is sinking in
And the wolves all cry
To fill the night with hollering
When your eyes are red
And emptiness is all you know
With the darkness fed
I will be your scarecrow
You tell me to hold on
Oh you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong
'Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you, for you.
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
I'm bleeding out for you
'Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you, for you
