Post by steph4 on Dec 17, 2012 1:47:18 GMT -5
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CRIMINAL. STEPH. COLIN O'DONOGHUE. ARCHITECT/CEO OF BENNETT SHIPPING. 24. SARCASTIC. WITTY. STUBBORN.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/59zi1v.png);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]My mother had this song she used to sing to me when every night before I would go to sleep. Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you. Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you. Badadadada... Here is the place where I love you. Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you. She told me once it was the lullaby my father would sing to her whenever she had nightmares back in the darker years of her life. She said all she needed was for him to tell her he loved her and somehow, everything just seemed to fall into place. Everything was always okay. I was born in St. Petersburg, Russia on a ridiculously warm day for the country in the spring time. I was the only one, out of the seven children my mother tried to have that survived. For that reason, she claimed, she called me Gaspard. It meant "treasure" in French and even though I wasn't exactly French, she added Mikhail to remind me, forever, of my Russian routes. I only lived in Russia for a handful of years with my mother as a ballet instructor for young girls and my father as an art teacher. Since my father had some trouble with the language, my mother eventually packed us all up and we moved to England. There they continued their careers while we lived in the small seaport citytown of Bristol. It was in Bristol that I fell in love with the sea. You could say I gained my grace from my mother and my artistic abilities from my father. I also, in many ways, gained their bad habits. They had told me, numerous times, that there would be no going to America for any reason. They seemed to always have a sort of closed off mind about the country and the "promises" it supposedly has. My mother was an immigrant herself so it was no surprise she had such a strong negative feeling about it. I would remind them it was where they met, where they fell in love, and they would remind me it was where they were drug addicts and where my mother lost the first three of her still born children. They claimed they would have never been able to be truly free there, with all the judgment, the drama, the hatred that seemed to fester. Yes, they missed their friends, but they loved each other more. So I was stuck in Bristol, desperately trying to find a way where I could sail the world. And like them, I dove head first into a pool of parties, drinking, drugs, and a sea of women. As long as they were attractive and disease free, I was plowing them harder than you could ever truly imagine. Of course, my parents were upset by this. They were instructors in the high school I attended after all. Svetlana Bennett and Nolan Bennett. They would never let me forget that they were keeping an eye on me and it was no surprise when I would end up in the principal's office with the two of them while the principle explained having caught me in the nurse's room receiving a blowjob from, well, the nurse. She was fired of course but she was gorgeous! She had this beautiful long blonde hair, this huge set of tits! What was a fifteen year old supposed to do with so much! She wasn't even that much older! She was only 28! Hardly half my age! You know, till this day they bring up that I lost my virginity to a 28 year old when I was fifteen. I still think that is a bit excessive. I met ...a girl...when I was eighteen and a freshman in college. After all, despite my promiscuous ways and knack for always getting into some type of trouble, I still did manage to keep my grades above average which was probably the only reason my parents weren't as hard on me as they probably should have. Anyway, I had no idea what I wanted to study. I was simply there for the sake of being there but when I met her, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. For now, we will call her Summer. Summer became my everything. I finally understood what my father meant when he told me the second I found the one, I would simply know it. I would feel it and when I told him about Summer, he said it was how he felt when he met my mother. She was beautiful, truly. Much more breathtaking than the nurse, I'll tell you that much. Again, she was older though this time, thankfully, only by two years which isn't so bad. I'd been attending a yacht party and naturally, she was there, bikini clad, and one thing lead to another. After that, it was a world wind of colors, sex, drinking, drugs, and there was no stopping us. That is, until she broke it off. She never told me why, really. Just one day after two years of being together, she came up to me and invited me to a party she was throwing at her place. I went, naturally, but when I arrived, I realized it was an engagement party...her engagement party...to my best friend. That day, seeing the skyline of London, I realized I wanted to be an architect. Sitting there with my beer, wishing it was roofied so I wouldn't have to remember how just yesterday she had been fucking me and today was suddenly engaged to my best friend, I realized I wanted to build things instead of just drawing them in the corners of notebook papers or on napkins. I didn't want to create buildings though. No, I wanted to build ships in order to sail away as far away from my Summer, away from my heat, away from my sun, and somehow find a place where I could forget her for the rest of my days. And I did just that. I didn't graduate college but I did manage to start my own shipping company with the money my mother had saved up from her inheritance. She never knew what to do with it so she invested it into my start up company and now at the age of twenty four, I have one of the most successful companies that ships gods all around the world. There's a secret behind my instant success though...after all, you can't become successful without making a few enemies along the way... And Summer? Well, now I have Spring, Winter, Autumn, and all those gorgeous ladies in between. Maybe I always simply needed someone to tell me they loved me - more than a parent. More than a friend. Sailing has done that for me. The sea has become my first love. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you. |
