Post by Embers on Jun 14, 2010 19:42:56 GMT -5
The Scare is from the fire at his last show (see below).
One of his Tattoos
“Hi this is Nancy Grace Interviewing a witness of the theater fire that happened this weekend.” A woman spoke into her tape recorder as she turned to address a young man sitting near her on a park bench. “So who are you?”
“Tiler Erin Martin, Tiler spelt T-I-L-E-R.” Even though he was nearly wasted he had told so many people that he automatically made sure that his name was spelt right.
“Well Tiler, should I call you Tiler or do you have a nick name I could call you”
Tyler looked the woman over she was nice and not in the Christmas sense, if it was the Christmas sense she would be naughty. He liked naughty. “You can call me whatever you want darling.”
Nancy drew back a bit, though this was just a reaction, because she was dating the photographer and he was right beside her, she would talk to this Tiler later…alone. “So Tiler how old are you?”
“21 I think… maybe 22 or 20 somewhere around there” He couldn’t hold it together any more he was drunk and he just wasn’t good at acting sober.
“Well when is you Birthday?” Nancy knew he was drunk, she could smell it from here, yet it made him all the more attractive.
“October 30th, Halloween baby, party night.” That was a lie, every night was party night not just Halloween, Tiler laughed to himself.
She looked at her list of questions she had on her clip board and continued.
“England. The Party City.” Tiler laughed anywhere was party city, as long as he was there.
“Well now that I know where you are from and who you are, but what do you like?”
“Ladies…though I’m very open…” Tiler smiled nodding to her and the photographer.
Nancy coughed she hadn’t expected him to respond that way, she needed to change the subject before the photographer got angry. “So that fire, it must have been frightening, was it?”
“Nah I’m not afraid of spiters they’re just creepy, but I think I’m claustrophobic maybe I was told that once but I don’t really remember.”
“Not exactly what I was asking…. So Tiler our readers will see a picture of you, but is there anything about you that they cant see?” I’d like to see more, is what she wanted to say, he was dashing and well she and the photographer weren’t getting far.
“Well Nancy the ladies love a bit of ink and you know I like to please the ladies.”
“Oh tattoos what are they of?” She loved lady pleasers.
“Well I have one on my arm and its serenity or bliss or happiness, I think and a few on my back, and this awesome one that glows or something. My manager used to keep track of them so now that I don’t have him I don’t know.”
“Well a manager, for what? You know what just tell me… I mean our viewers a little bit about yourself.”
“Well my band or course.”
“Band?”
“Have you been under a rock or something? I’m the lead singer and best guitarist in Accepted Chaos!”
“Who?” This wasn't going well he was getting less and less attractive.
“Oh my bloody gosh! Accepted Chaos is only the best band ever. It was me and three of my mate and we were epic. Till those douches ditched me during the fire. But serious living under a rock babe?”
“Whoa start over. Or you know just start again for us “rock” people.” Nancy began to glare, who cared if she didn’t know about his washed up band.
“Well it started in England I lived with my grandparents cause my parents ditched me, seems to be a pattern in my life” he laughed it was he couldn’t keep people around, not like he wanted to though. “My Grandparents were great though they didn’t ditch me I left them. I was about 16 when I dropped out of high school, cause high school is for talentless losers, and I’m neither. From there I met my mates there was Henry on drums, Eric on bass, Keyno on whatever the song called for and me the lead singer and guitarist. We decided to call our band Accepted Chaos, because there was chaos everywhere and everyone seemed to accept it. From England we got some gigs and we toured around Britain then the UK and Keyno had some relatives here and they set us up with our last show last night which as you herd or saw was epic and ended with a fire.” This brought on more laughter ended with a fire oh he was too good.
Not overly impressed Nancy decided she wasn’t going anywhere with this washed up loser and the story wasn’t either. “Well thanks for your help Tiler and enjoy your stay in Bayville.” Her sarcastic and cenacle smile said something quite different but she doubted he was sober enough to notice. “And that’s a rap.” She looked to her camera man and began to stand up as Tiler leaned over and heaved on her new Gucci heals.
power: Controls objects at a molecular level, being able to speed their atoms up (heating them up), or slow them down (cooling them). Ex. Water-heats up- steam-cool down-water-cool down-ice….. he doesn’t have much control over his power when he is sober, but he is rarely sober so he doesn’t know this.
affiliation; lone mutant…….for now…
