Post by James Michael Colburn on Sept 22, 2010 17:07:22 GMT -8
There is something about the human nature that wants to naturally believe that there is some good in everyone. That in even the worst of people, somewhere deep down there has to be some nagging conscience that, though often ignored, was very much there. To those people, I would like to present with James Michael Colburn. When it came right down to it... there really was no good in him. He was the sort of guy who never did anything unless it involved his own personal gain. He found the most amusement in antagonizing other people to the point that he drove anyone and everyone away. He was a ruthless business man with an agenda, and God help the man that tried to come between him and his plans. At 23 years old, he probably deserved the title "most likely to succeed as an extortionist."
Manipulating people's emotions made him feel empowered, and he quite enjoyed his unending ability to drive people completely insane. It was a game for him, annoying people to the point that they were no longer capable of pretending that they weren't bothered by him. No one really knew where this all originated, not even Jamie himself. Even as a child he took pleasure in driving his parents up the wall. Just something about being and influencing factor on other people thrilled him. There was no saying as to why, it just did, and that was that. Of course, he was by no means just some jerk who no one wanted to be around. He had manners, and when there was need for it, he could be quite sociable and delightful, but God forbid that he get bored, because that was when the not so pleasant side of him came out.
On this particular morning, he was bored out of his mind and was definitely in the mood to go bother some people. As he had found from experience, the easiest people to to annoy were those who were looking for an evening out on the town, usually in bars or clubs...but it was still at least 12 hours before that scene would be buzzing with potential victims, so he had to settle for the next best thing. He was feeling much too sophisticated tonight to just go pop into some bar in the middle of the morning, and something told him he would have much more fun elsewhere, so it was off to vintage brew. The high and mighty rich people were the easiest targets. They, like him, were full of themselves, and he had found it quite simple to knock them off their high horse, because, unlike him, they really weren't as good as they thought they were. Yes, Jamie was very, very full of himself, and there was next to nothing anyone could do to change his mind. He was a tall, attractive male who had managed to become quite successful at a fairly young age. In his opinion, he had no flaws.
So he donned his casual suit and and headed out. He wasn't really planning on bringing anyone home at this hour, so he left his car at home and walked. He wasn't one of those rich guys who had to have everything done for him, in fact, he rather liked doing everything for himself. He was possibly the tidiest bachelor in the history of mankind, and he never hired anyone to clean up after him. He never looked shabby or unkempt, and God forbid that there ever be a single hair on his head out of place. Everything he did was very much so deliberate and intentional. There was nothing about him that was accidental. Every move, every glance, every smirk was planned down to the most minute detail. Everything he did had some sort of plan behind it and you could bet he was going to go through with that plan.
However, as much as he wanted people to believe that he was just a heartless jerk who didn't care about anything or anyone except himself, there were times when the guilt for not being around the last year of his mom's life and the shame for disrespecting her in not going to her funeral were just too much for him to deal with. It had been three years since she had died, but even time didn't seem able to make this go away. It was all a lie, what people said, about things getting better with time. It had been seventeen years since his dad had died, and he still got a horrible sick feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he thought about him and standing there watching him suffocate because of the selfishness of his grandparents whom he had long since disowned as family.
If anyone bothered to research into Jamie's life, they would find an interesting avoidance of all things involving death. In his scripts no one ever died, when he was working as co-director, he talked them into changing the plot line so that one of the main characters wouldn't die. When his last dog got to the point that it needed to be put down he brought it to the humane society. He deliberately went a round about way any time there was a cemetery between him and his destination so that he wouldn't have to drive by it. He would do whatever he had to in order to avoid the subject which might evoke some emotion in him and show people that he wasn't as horrible as they all thought he was. If anyone brought it up, he would just walk away. It wasn't something he wanted to talk about, and no one could force him to.
When he reached the coffee shop, he simply strolled through the door casually, and yet with purpose, and made his way towards the counter. The person at the register saw him coming, knew what he would be asking for, and got it started right away. He was one of those guys who was impossible to forget. He wasn't really much of a coffee guy, but whatever worked. Hell if he had to go to some chick club and drink fruity martinis in order to annoy someone to hell and back, he'd do it. He payed for the drink and stood leaning against the bar, his deviously scheming eyes scanning over the people seeking out someone he could torture. Oh Jamie... someday karma was going to come back and kick his ass... but until then, he was going to remain just as evil as he was now.
[/size]Manipulating people's emotions made him feel empowered, and he quite enjoyed his unending ability to drive people completely insane. It was a game for him, annoying people to the point that they were no longer capable of pretending that they weren't bothered by him. No one really knew where this all originated, not even Jamie himself. Even as a child he took pleasure in driving his parents up the wall. Just something about being and influencing factor on other people thrilled him. There was no saying as to why, it just did, and that was that. Of course, he was by no means just some jerk who no one wanted to be around. He had manners, and when there was need for it, he could be quite sociable and delightful, but God forbid that he get bored, because that was when the not so pleasant side of him came out.
On this particular morning, he was bored out of his mind and was definitely in the mood to go bother some people. As he had found from experience, the easiest people to to annoy were those who were looking for an evening out on the town, usually in bars or clubs...but it was still at least 12 hours before that scene would be buzzing with potential victims, so he had to settle for the next best thing. He was feeling much too sophisticated tonight to just go pop into some bar in the middle of the morning, and something told him he would have much more fun elsewhere, so it was off to vintage brew. The high and mighty rich people were the easiest targets. They, like him, were full of themselves, and he had found it quite simple to knock them off their high horse, because, unlike him, they really weren't as good as they thought they were. Yes, Jamie was very, very full of himself, and there was next to nothing anyone could do to change his mind. He was a tall, attractive male who had managed to become quite successful at a fairly young age. In his opinion, he had no flaws.
So he donned his casual suit and and headed out. He wasn't really planning on bringing anyone home at this hour, so he left his car at home and walked. He wasn't one of those rich guys who had to have everything done for him, in fact, he rather liked doing everything for himself. He was possibly the tidiest bachelor in the history of mankind, and he never hired anyone to clean up after him. He never looked shabby or unkempt, and God forbid that there ever be a single hair on his head out of place. Everything he did was very much so deliberate and intentional. There was nothing about him that was accidental. Every move, every glance, every smirk was planned down to the most minute detail. Everything he did had some sort of plan behind it and you could bet he was going to go through with that plan.
However, as much as he wanted people to believe that he was just a heartless jerk who didn't care about anything or anyone except himself, there were times when the guilt for not being around the last year of his mom's life and the shame for disrespecting her in not going to her funeral were just too much for him to deal with. It had been three years since she had died, but even time didn't seem able to make this go away. It was all a lie, what people said, about things getting better with time. It had been seventeen years since his dad had died, and he still got a horrible sick feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he thought about him and standing there watching him suffocate because of the selfishness of his grandparents whom he had long since disowned as family.
If anyone bothered to research into Jamie's life, they would find an interesting avoidance of all things involving death. In his scripts no one ever died, when he was working as co-director, he talked them into changing the plot line so that one of the main characters wouldn't die. When his last dog got to the point that it needed to be put down he brought it to the humane society. He deliberately went a round about way any time there was a cemetery between him and his destination so that he wouldn't have to drive by it. He would do whatever he had to in order to avoid the subject which might evoke some emotion in him and show people that he wasn't as horrible as they all thought he was. If anyone brought it up, he would just walk away. It wasn't something he wanted to talk about, and no one could force him to.
When he reached the coffee shop, he simply strolled through the door casually, and yet with purpose, and made his way towards the counter. The person at the register saw him coming, knew what he would be asking for, and got it started right away. He was one of those guys who was impossible to forget. He wasn't really much of a coffee guy, but whatever worked. Hell if he had to go to some chick club and drink fruity martinis in order to annoy someone to hell and back, he'd do it. He payed for the drink and stood leaning against the bar, his deviously scheming eyes scanning over the people seeking out someone he could torture. Oh Jamie... someday karma was going to come back and kick his ass... but until then, he was going to remain just as evil as he was now.
