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Quincy Langdon

Don't start with me.

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a character in “My Second Chance”, as played by Malan

Description

Name: Quincy Langdon
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Dirty blonde/brown
Height: 6 feet
Defining features: Fairly attractive, but not in an 'obvious' sort of way (Not a male model or anything close). He has a strong jaw, thick eyebrows and large eyes, darker toned white skin (Of Italian heritage). He's in good shape.
Bully or Bullied: (State which you were and how you bullied or were bullied) People try to bully Langdon. It doesn't usually work well.
Likes: Being alone, practicing with his punching bag, reading, listening to music
Dislikes: Too many people in one place, not being in control of events, bullies, people in general.

Personality: Langdon has some bad anger issues. In place of normal emotions, he's usually angry. He's completely comfortable living his life the way he wants to and doesn't care what anybody thinks of him, although he'll be the guy who argues with them for hours at a time if given the chance. Although he argues a lot, only rarely or when seriously insulted does he resort to violence. He usually uses his punching bag to let off the excess steam. He likes to be alone more than he likes to be with people. Nothing makes Langdon more angry than seeing people getting made fun of, and he will resort to violence to break up bullying that he sees.

History: Langdon was raised as an only child by his single father. Langdon came out as gay when he was 14, and his dad hated him for it. His dad hit him, he hit his dad back, and he ended up in a foster home with parents who accepted his sexuality, not that he sought acceptance. Being the loner who was prone to anger and with a name like Quincy, Langdon was always subject to bullying. Even more so after his sexuality was revealed. Kids constantly tried to bully him, and he either shrugged it off or argued with them. It became something of a game, to see who could make him snap. When Langdon was 16, a boy finally did make him snap after he repeatedly called out "Quincy's a f*ggot" at a school assembly. After the assembly Langdon beat the living crap out of the kid and was suspended, which made the bullying lighten a bit, but not go away. Just yesterday the same boy that Langdon beat up when he was 16 did the same exact thing, only this time with a group of friends at his back. Langdon went to the kid's house that night, intending to teach him another lesson. Little did he know that kid had access to his father's pistol... After punching him in the face, the kid retreated to his father's gun closet, taunting Langdon more after he got the gun. Langdon, blinded by rage, advanced anyway, and was shot.

Other: Nothing you can say bothers him, except calling him Quincy.
Gallery: (Pictures or picture of your character... anime or drawn only plz)

So begins...

Quincy Langdon's Story

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#, as written by Malan
"What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."


Langdon woke up on his back, sprawled out across the floor. "Wh-" The Senior mumbled as he slowly propped himself up. His chest hurt. Like, it really hurt. What happened...?

That's when he remembered. Craig Poole. The bullying. Something in Langdon must have snapped, and really sent him off on the deep end to go to Poole's house at night. He was so blinded by his rage that not even a loaded gun could stop him... maybe that was why he was here. Was he shot? Was he dead? Nothing was clear anymore. Langdon tried to remember the last thing he could. "Stay back, you freak," Poole had said (Although it was a stronger word that freak). "I have my dad's gun right here." Did Langdon even hear that, at the time? Maybe not. He took a step towards the cowering boy, heard a crack like a broom snapped in half, and then he was here.

"Where am I?" Langdon asked aloud. "Is this a hospital? Was I shot? What kind of hospital is this? Let me out of here!" He happened to look out the window, where the saw the rose garden maze. "God dammit," He swore. "Where am I? What the fuck did you do to me? Poole? Anyone?" He asked loudly, expecting the voice to answer.When he got no response, Langdon screamed and punched a wall. "Tell me where I am!"

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#, as written by Malan
After more wall punching and no answers, Langdon walked out into the common room where he saw everybody gathering. "What's going on here?" He asked. "What's the purpose of this? Where am I? Somebody better have some answers." The boy was tall, 18 years old and he looked very angry. He had the darker skin of an Italian. He wore jeans, sneakers and a patterned yellow t-shirt that was stained with red around his chest, although he didn't know that. "Who are you people?"

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#, as written by Tessla
Jesse looks over to the boy who had walked in covered in blood. "Well, i'm Jesse. You also should try on o new shirt. I don't think red suits you." She turned around to face the wall not wanting anymore people around her. She already hated everyone.

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#, as written by Malan
"I... wha..." Langdon looked down at his shirt. "Shit. That bastard Poole shot me." He was more confused than anything else. If he was shot, what was he doing here? "What did what voice say? About second chances?"

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Miho wakes kicking and flailing in the dark, gasping for every breath she can muster, the fear of death consuming her as she struggles to dislodge the hands of the man who is trying to choke her. Finally she ceases struggling, she ceases fighting against... Nothing! Her eyes open wide, her mouth hangs open, she's not choking, not being assaulted. "Where am I?" she wonders staring into the darkness,

What's the last thing you remember?
"It was...it was someone... someone... I think... Oh, I don't remember for sure." She mutters to herself staring blankly, her hands around her neck.

Car tires screeching on the pavement?
"No. I don't re...mem...ber that..." her thoughts drifting, confused, trying to remember what had just happened. Before she can continue the voice continues.

Fire? Gunshot?
"No." she mutters in a voice barely audible even to her. "I was... OMG!" she screeches, "I was being choked."

It's fine if you don't remember. But you will.
"What?" she asks nervously, realizing for the first time that she can hear a voice. But, she doesn't think anyone else is in the room. The voice feels more like it's in her head. "Am I going crazy?" she wonders.

Before she can continue her thoughts the voice returns. Tell me, were you bullied? Maybe you were the bully."
"Bullied or bully? I... I guess I was bullied." she nods now certain of that. "You see, I was..." she starts to explain when the voice interrupts.

Regrets? Oh yeah, everyone regrets it.
Miho sits still, her hand massaging her throat while balancing her body with the other, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. I regret I was always the weak girl instead of being stronger." she whispers.

Listen here. Apparently everyone deserves a second chance. Yeah, even you.
"Who are you?" she blurts out looking around the room. "Where are you?" She calls taking stock of the darkness, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from, if it's safe to get off the the bed she's sitting on.

Then the lights come on. Miho covers her eyes as her pupils contract trying to protect themselves from the painful light that is washing into them. When they finally adjust, she takes stock of the room she's in and more importantly, trying to find the person attached to that voice. Miho has never seen a room this grand before. The room is huge, with a large oak dresser, a beautiful mirror, lovely works of art that she has only ever seen in books. The bed she is sitting on appears to be very old, it's large canopy overhead with beautiful curtains hanging down, drawn open by gold spun ropes that give her a view of the dazzling room. The sheets are soft and sheer, the pillows fluffy and seemingly brand new and a white stuffed bear laying on the pillows, reclining against the headboard as if this is his room. She picks up the bear and stares at him, she squeezes the bear trying to find a microphone or something where the voice could have come from, but finds nothing. "You're cute." she says bouncing the bear. "Do you know where that voice came from?" she smiles at it. "Didn't think so. Oh, God! I'm talking to a stuffed animal. I knew I was going crazy." she laughs. "I'll call youuuuu... Gom-sa." she says laughing again. "You are cute." she says hugging her.

At the other end of the room, across from the bed is a large picture window. Miho slowly slides off the bed and, hugging the bear to her chest, walks over to the grand looking window. "Wahhhhh!" she gasps as she gazes at the large garden outside. The trees, the bushes, the lawn, everything is so beautiful and so well cared for. When she looks left and right she realizes just how big this house and estate must be. "Amazing!" she gasps, "This must belong to someone very rich." she decides, showing the outside to the bear as if it could really see, "It's beautiful. Don't you agree Gomsa?"
Miho looks down at her body and stares. noticing that she's wearing her full school uniform. She stands puzzling; she remembers...she thinks she remembers taking off the tie and her skirt, that she was unbuttoning shirt, "Maybe it was a dream?" she wonders aloud. "Or maybe who ever owns this house saved me?"

Miho returns toward the bed and sets Gomsa down on the bed against the pillows, "You should probably stay here. I'm gonna go check and see what's in the house." As Miho gets to the door she chuckles briefly, "I am crazy!" she shakes her head, "Talking to a stuffed animal.

Miho opens the door and slowly slides into the hall. She looks both ways and sees no one, "Hello!" she calls out softly. "Hello." Receiving no reply, she walks her way toward the stairs, her socks softly padding on the floor beneath. "This place is so huge." she whispers. When she reaches the stairs she stops and gazes in awe at the beautiful craftsmanship of the center area of the estate. The fine etching, the beautifully painted walls, the gorgeous paintings that hang on them, everything seems so carefully designed she could stand and gawk at the foyer all day. "If only I had a camera or a sketch pad." she muses.

Miho reluctantly returns to the issue at hand, finding the owner. "Hello?" she calls out a little more loudly than before. She waits briefly for an answer, receiving none, she heads downstairs. She slows briefly a time or two to marvel at the artwork on the walls and to stare at the fine sculptures and woodwork this place has. When she reaches the bottom she thinks she hears something, voices maybe. She stops and listens again, it's voices, "Oh, thank God!" she exhales. Normally the thought of meeting new people would intimidate her, but she is now sure she nearly died the other night, that someone was choking her. So, whoever lives here must have saved her and dressed her back in her uniform and laid her on the bed. "He or she must be a good person." she concludes.

As she gets closer top the room, she slows, there are several voices coming from inside the room and they don't sound friendly;
"Who are you people?"
"Well, i'm Jesse. You also should try on o new shirt. I don't think red suits you."

Miho stops, nervously debating whether to continue, "If they're having a family fight, I don't want to intrude. They might yell at me." she worries. "But, I'm already this far. They have to know I'm here. I mean, someone brought me here. It'll be okay." she tells herself, trying to get the courage to continue. Taking a deep-breath she continues walking, as she reaches the corner of the entrance she checks herself; She fixes the white shirt of her sailor top, pulls the wrinkles and adjusts the pleats of her navy blue skirt, pulls up her navy socks just above her knees and straightens her red tie. "Perfect." she mutters, "Or as perfect as I'm gonna get."

"Here we go." she sighs. Miho steps into the room, bows, then rises and waves with both hands, "Hi. I'm Miho Haragawi. I want to thank whoever saved me." She stops abruptly, looking around the room at the group assembled; not only do they not look like a happy family, they don't look like a family at all. A chill runs up her spine, "This was a mistake." she says to herself, her smile still planted on her face.

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Thomas was unable to respond. Outside stimuli seemed to have no effect. All noises meshed into one noise, every single part becoming of equal volume to other parts. Or so his mind made it. He couldn't concentrate. There was too much noise. He eventually opened them to find a girl sitting across from him. He simply stared, and remained silent. The room was now filled with people. Thomas didn't particularly dislike people, but had a general aversion to them. He would much rather do other things, unless the other person was interesting enough. So far, no one was that interesting to Simon. He tried to see the light in someone's eyes before, and it was lost to him. He doubted he had any either.
"So, do you know where the f*ck we are?"
The girl across from him began to address someone else after a short while of Thomas sitting there without response. A loud, tall person covered in blood. Judging by the appearance of blood on his shirt and Thomas' own scarring, he assumed that this person may have simply looked like this in death. He didn't know if people were taken here in the form they were in at the time of their death, but healed. Thomas did not have any blood on him, despite being shot a lot. Whatever the case, he decided to reserve judgement. It was not needed. More information was needed, and the differences might be trivial all along. In the instant he thought this, the same girl had moved to face the wall. Woops. There went another chance to socialize. Welp, maybe there would be many more. It seems even more people were here, including a lop-sided girl in the hallway. Of the noise that bothered Thomas, half of it might have had to do with her, if she fell. Well, whatever the case, someone was tending to her. Hopefully she would be fine. Thomas stopped and watched, motionless except for his eyes and head. He watched everyone. The people who entered all appeared to be around his age, and some seemed to be a problematic bunch. Of course, he knew nothing about any of them, so they all seemed suspicious. He heard, from earlier, somewhere, people yelling sentences and questions after pauses. He counted the pauses and tried to remember the few sentences he could understand. It seemed that it was possible they were yelling responses to the same things Thomas had heard before, given where the noise seemed to come from. Maybe they were here under similar circumstances. Unfortunately, he was too spaced out to at the time to remember. He might as well have been dead at the time. Or almost dead. It didn't matter. Then he heard a girl's voice. He couldn't make out everything, or anything at all. She seemed to be in the living areas, like what he himself woke up in. He sat, deciding to be a bystander. He kept his thoughts to himself. Besides, they would probably figure it out, eventually. Until then, he observed without moving anything but his head and eyes. . .The deafening crowd was disgusting. He wanted to leave, but decided against it. Learning was dangerous, after all. It required being in situations one does not necessarily want to be in.

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After about ten more minutes of being bored Cas decided that she might as well find out who everyone was. This is gonna suck... she thought with a groan. She stood up and looked around the room at everyone before rolling her eyes. Might as well say [i]something[/]... someone was bound to reply.

"Well...." She rubbed the back of her neck and looked at everyone in turn again. Such a variety of people. "I'm Cas and I don't know what the hell we are doing here...but I sure as hell remembering dying. So ... anyone else or am I the crazy one in this starburst packet bunch?" She crossed her arms over her front and waited.

It was then that she noticed someone wrapped in a sheet and standing in the doorway looking terrified. She felt her heart twist just a little and waved smiled a little bit at the person, hoping that maybe they wouldn't be so scared. She stopped her thoughts in surprise. Since when did she care about people at all? She went back to examining the other people in the room.

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"I-I'm Bo... And... Well I'm not sure how to answer that... I'm scared... I guess... Umm... A-And you?"

Bo, huh? A short name for a short girl. But it wasnā€™t any secret she was scared, it was, in all honesty, glaringly obvious. Julian was about to answer, but then the other people started to show up.

The bloodstained Italian was loud and annoying. He wanted answers? What made him think that the gathering of confused people had any?

That dark haired girl who had been previously cursing decided to butt her head into otherā€™s affairs. Julianā€™s smile dropped a fraction when he heard her point out that which what was perfectly clear to everyone else. Ah. Those who pointed out the obvious never failed to grate on his nerves.

The Japanese girl was an idiot. Not much else to say about that.

Then there were a few others who had not deigned to speak yet, but that didnā€™t stop Julian from imposing his judgments upon them. He scanned the room, noticing a few more interesting people hovering about the edges of the living space. The most notable of which being a shirtless guy, and a girl hiding in her comforter.

The guy? Ew. What drove him to wander about half-naked in a strangerā€™s home? He was the kind of idiot who would inevitably get themselves date-raped, sad (not really) but true.

And the girl? Well, Julian really couldnā€™t blame her. Blankets were sometimes just too comfortable to resist.

Julianā€™s smile had completely vanished at this point. Mmhm. And the humans never fail to live up to their reputation. Though then again, this batch seemed to be particularly revolting.

But he had to deal, like always, and returned his attention back to the small red-haired maiden. ā€œScared? Well, I suppose you have good reason to be. We are, after all, in some strangerā€™s home filled with unfamiliar and potentially dangerous people. And since you are physically weak and practically unable to defend yourself, you, out of all of us, have the most reason to be frightened.ā€

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"Really? Not anyone knows why we're here?" Langdon asked, annoyed. He rubbed his eyes in confusion and felt his chest again. The pain was fading, fast. He lifted up his shirt (revealing a fairly muscled body) so he could see the gun-wound. His shirt cracked as the dried blood was moved. As Langdon suspected, there was nothing... no bullet wound, no scar, nothing. "This must be a dream," He muttered. "I'm in the hospital, or dead or something. What else could it be..." Langdon sighed and stuffed his shirt back down. "Has anyone tried going outside?"