ROMERO, zane alexander (done!)

[ZANE ALEXANDER ROMERO]

* ZANE ALEXANDER ROMERO ;;

t e l l me y o u love m e !

NAME: zane romero
NICKNAMES: none.
AGE/BIRTHDAY: twenty two, born on the eighteenth of july.
ORIENTATION: bi curious.
GROUP: troubled.
SECRETS: pyromania.
drug abuse.
PLAY BY: vic fuentes.

a r e you f e e l i n g me n o w ?

EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD MALE, THIRTEEN YEAR OLD FEMALE, AND SEVEN YEAR OLD BOY KILLED IN HOUSEFIRE.
two teenagers, savannah and dexter romero, and their younger brother, julian were killed in a housefire at their home in detroit. so far, the cause of the fire hasn't been determined, but it's believed that it was arson.

SCIENCE LAB AT LOCAL SCHOOL IS BURNT TO THE GROUND
the local highschool's science lab was burnt to the ground last night. it's believed that it wasn't an accidental fire, that it was arson. firefighters managed to control the blaze before it took over the entire school. a fifteen year old boy is currently being questioned about the incident.

EIGHT CARS TORCHED LAST NIGHT
eight cars have been found torched, all in the same general area. it is unknown whether the cars were an act done by one individual, or a group of arsonists. two cars contained bodies, one of which a child. the case is currently still being investigated.

SCHOOL SET ALIGHT BY STUDENT
it's the second fire in one year for the local school. this time, the entire school was burnt to the ground. it's been confirmed that it was the act of a student. only four bodies, teachers, have been found so far. the case is still being investigated, and it still remains unknown if the two fires are connected.

ARSONIST CAUGHT
the arsonist behind the act at the local highschool, zane romero, has been caught. it is unknown if any of the other acts are related, but he is currently going under investigation. the main question is why, but nobody seems to know.

ARSONIST BEHIND HOUSEFIRE TURNS OUT TO BE A LOT CLOSER THAN ORIGINALLY THOUGHT
the arsonist behind the housefire that killed three children, savannah, dexter, and julian romero, has been found. the act was the work of arsonist, zane romero, who was also behind the fires at the local highschool and is also believed to be responsible for the eight cars that were torched in the detroit area recently. the main question is this: why did he do it?

day two.
subject is still refusing treatment of any sort. was found today with a box of matches trying to set fire to a plant in the garden. will be kept under close observation.

day three.
subject didn't react too well when the box of matches was taken away. was found with a lighter today, probably acquired from another patient. wasn't doing any harm with it, just flicking it on and off and watching the flame.

day eighteen.
took away lighter today, after subject was found trying to set fire to a book in the library. got a suprisingly good reaction from subject, unlike when the matches were taken away. subject is still refusing treatment, and also refusing to tell anyone why they committed the crimes that they did. gets quite defensive and angry when asked about his reasons.

day eighty-nine.
subject has made excellent progress. they have been closely watched for the last week or so, and they seem to be fit to be let out in the next month or so.

day one hundred and ninety-two.
after the episode this morning, it’s been decided that the subject still needs quite a bit more treatment before they are let out into hope, arizona. how the fire was started is still to be determined. subject's belongings have been searched for anything that could potentially start a fire, but nothing was found.

day two hundred and eighty seven.
subject has attempted to escape the institution this morning. subject is being moved to high care, where they can be watched more carefully.

day three hundred and sixty nine.
there has been an incident involving the subject, another patient, and the subject's therapist. how the incident happened is still being determined, but the subject is being put under a more close watch, to try and prevent any things like this happening in future.

day three hundred and ninety nine.
there was an incident where a number of pills have been taken from the subject's therapist’s office last night. it is still under investigation, but it is believed that the subject was behind it, as a strange amount of pills have been found in their belongings.

day four hundred.
somehow, the subject has managed to acquire a box of matches and set fire to a few of their belongings last night. they were caught before anything was too damaged.

day seven hundred and eighty four.
after just a little over two years of treatment, it has been decided that the subject is fit to be let into hope, arizona. the application should go through and be approved in the next week or so.

session with his therapist, day one:
zane romero, right? what brings you here?
yeah, that's me. as for what brings me here, i don't fucking know. last week, i was in juvi for setting fire to all those things, and now i'm here because apparently there's something wrong with me. i was playing with my lighter a lot, and they eventually realised that i wasn't an attention seeker, or gone completely off the deep end. well, i guess i kinda have, but, that's not the point. so i was sent here.

okay. let's get started then. what are some things you enjoy?
um. music, i guess. i like to play my guitar. and i also like to skateboard.

how about some things you don't like?
this place. seriously. i've only been here, what...seven hours or some shit, but it's enough to make a completely sane person go insane.

right. have your parents ever discussed the issues you were sent here for with you?
no. my mother wants nothing to do with me, in her eyes, i'm a murderer, and my father's too much of a wimp to stand up to her and do what he wants to. it's always been that way, though.

do you realise that what you did was wrong?
obviously. but, at the time it seemed right. i just got so...blinded with rage. i get like that sometimes.

why did you do it?
i don't have to tell you anything.

mr romero. please.
fuck no. can i light up in here? -doesn't bother waiting for an answer, pulls a lighter from his pocket, pausing for a few moments to watch the fire before lighting the cigarette and inhaling-

zane. please tell me why you did it.
what the freaking fuck is with you people?! seriously. can't you just leave me alone?

i'm not asking for much.
yes you goddamn are. i'm out of here, dickhead. -gets up so fast that the chair falls over, and walks out, slamming the door behind him-

session with his therapist, day two hundred and eighty seven:
welcome. sit down, please.
-rolls his eyes a little, and sits down-

how are you today?
same as yesterday. sick of this hellhole.

right. well, let's get started, shall we?
i guess so.

why did you do it, zane?
do i look like i fucking know? goddamnit, i have no idea why i did it. i just did it, okay? some might call me an attention seeker, and maybe i am. but whatever. i just did it, i don’t know why everyone wants a reason. i fucking hate this place. can i go now?

zane, you killed your three siblings, and burnt down your home. surely you’ve got to have a reason. and no, you may not leave yet.
god damnit. can’t you people just leave me the fuck alone? seriously. it wouldn’t kill you. i don’t know why i did it. isn’t that good enough for you? and that place wasn't a home. it was a house. hell, it wasn't even a house. it was a hellhole, just like this place.

mr romero, calm down. all you have to do is tell me why you did it, and then i’ll let you go.
i don’t have to tell you anything, dickhead. just leave me the fuck alone, okay? –gets up, and goes to leave-

zane romero. you are not leaving this room, our session isn’t over yet.
i don’t fucking care if our goddamn session isn’t over yet, i’m out of here.

calm down, and sit back in the chair please.
not happening.

zane, don’t make me call security on you. sit back down in your seat please.
-rolls his eyes, and stands there glaring at the therapist for a few moments before sitting down in the chair-

thank you. now. how about a change of topic. why did you burn your school down?
-glares at the therapist for a few more minutes, before sighing and deciding to cooperate- because i wanted to. i hated that place, it was a hellhole.

surely you’ve got a better reason than that, zane.
okay fine. the real reason was that i hated it, and i just got this weird satisfaction from watching this place that i’d hated for so long burn to the ground.

-sighs- okay. what about the cars?
i dunno. i get this weird satisfaction from watching things burn. sure, i regret it afterwards, but it’s worth it.

there were bodies in some of those cars, zane. innocent people. one was a child, about six years old.
it wasn’t my intention to kill anyone. despite popular belief, i’m not a murderer. no matter how much my mother says i am one, i’m noit. well i am…but that’s not the point i’m trying to make here. goddamnit, i didn’t want to kill those people. i know they were innocent. but after the first car, i just couldn’t stop. it was kind of like burning down my house. after that, i just couldn’t stop there. i wanted to see something burn down again. i guess i’m a little fucked up in the head, but i couldn’t really control what i did back then, it was the drugs that did it, not me. it’s this weird feeling of pride when you go back and see the damage that you’ve caused.

what drugs?
i dunno what you’re talking about.

mr romero, please tell me. this could be important.
no. just leave me the fuck alone, okay?

zane. it’s important that you tell me everything.
i’m not fucking telling you anything, okay?

in order for you to be treated properly, we need to know what the real story is.
just fuck off. i don’t need you. i don’t need this place. just leave me the fuck alone. –gets up, and picks up the wooden chair he was sitting on, and turning towards the big glass window-

put the chair down please, mr romero.
fuck no. –smirks a little, and throws the chair through the window, watching the glass go everywhere, and climbs out carefully, making a run for it, but doesn’t get too far before security catches up to him-

personality: zane romero is well, zane romero. he’s a very complicated person, and he rarely lets people in. he’s not a very trusting person, and he can sometimes come off as quite hostile and antisocial. really, though, once you know him, he’s a fairly good guy at heart. he’s quite sweet,and loves to make people smile. before he got expelled for burning down his school, he was the class clown, the kid that would sit in the back of class and make stupid jokes. zane has a terrible temper. it doesn't take a lot to get him worked up, and he gets so blinded with rage at times that he does stupid things that he regrets afterwards. he tries to keep it under control though, or at least around the doctors. zane's not really...better, as such, just he knows how to convince the doctors that he is. the boy's a very convincing liar and knows how to get what he wants. he's also quite stubborn, and for about a month or so, he refused any treatment, although he eventually figured out that if he cooperated, then he'd get out of the asylum sooner. he's also that kind of kid that once his heart is set on something, he won't let it go until he gets whatever it is he wants.

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The dark haired boy was munching away on his fries contentedly until a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts and made him look up. “Is it really that obvious?” Riley was kind of disappointed when Tahlia pointed out that he looked like he’d just woken up. Sure, he had, but he’d made some sort of an attempt to look decent. He used to be a person who didn’t really care about his looks. He’d go out with his hair sticking up in all directions and not really give a fuck. He used to not give a fuck what people thought about him, but lately, that had changed. Riley was rarely himself anymore, he was always trying to make people happy, and be what they wanted him to be. He was a bit of a people pleaser, to put it simply. He liked to be liked. But who didn’t? Well, unless you were fucked up in the head. Which the boy kind of was but that was beside the point. Who wouldn’t be fucked up in the head though if you’d been through what he’d been through? Maybe to some, it wasn’t that major. But to him it was. He loved Vivian with all his heart, even if people constantly told him that he was only a kid, and he was far too young to understand love. He was pretty sure he understood love a lot better than most forty year old married couples. The kind of frustrating thing was his inability to let go of Vivian. No matter how much he tried, every time he slept with someone else, or even flirted with someone else, he couldn’t erase this feeling that he was cheating on her, even if people constantly told him that she would’ve wanted him to move on. He just couldn’t. He took another fry, wondering how many it would take to make him fat and clog his arteries. Riley was pretty happy though. He could eat enough for a small army and not gain a lot of weight. Which was good, since the boy had an appetite the size of Jupiter. He couldn’t help it though. Like he also couldn’t help the fact that he was pretty skinny. He had his stupid genes to blame. He also couldn’t be to blame for his horrific cooking. Sapphire was pretty bad at cooking too, and for memory, so was his twin, Ryan. And his father definitely was horrible at cooking as well, because the dark haired bassist remembered basically living off of frozen dinners and take out after his mother died. So it bad cooking skills were probably genetic as well. It was a blessing when he was kicked out. At the time it didn’t seem like that, but, at least Vivian could cook something. And actually cook something. Not just put it in the microwave and call it cooking like his father did. The boy loved his father, don’t get him wrong, even though he was pretty sure that his father didn’t feel the same, but, his ‘cooking’ was okay on occasion, but not every single night.

Riley didn’t really blame his father for disowning him. He wasn’t so sure that he would’ve done the same thing to his own son, he probably would’ve been a hell of a lot more supportive, but his dad had never been in that position so he’d obviously have a lot less sympathy than someone who’d gone through the same would have. And also, his father was a Christian and for the first parts of his life, so was Riley. So the boy’s father was a strong believer in sex after marriage and that kind of thing. Riley, not so much.

“How are you, love?” He spoke, ignoring the fact that his English accent was quite obvious and the girl would probably ask him to say a million things like she did most days. He never really got what it was with people and English accents. For some reason, people tended to have this fetish for English accents. and he’d never really understood it. To him, English people were no more special than the rest of the population. But that was probably because he was from England; and so he didn’t really see himself as more special than the rest. In fact, he found his accent kind of bothersome, because most people were like Tahlia and asked him to say a million different things. Especially fans. He sighed, and took a sip of his drink. He paused for a moment, and stole a nugget from the girl, smirking. Well, he was hungry. And if worse came to worse, he could buy her some more. “Thanks for that.” He laughed, and ate it. Nuggets were probably his favourite thing to get at McDonalds. Riley wasn’t a huge fan of burgers or anything. He lived for nuggets. And fries. “I’m assuming you didn’t go out to that party last night?” It was pretty obvious she hadn’t. Or, if she had, he was going to have to get hangover cure tips from her.

[ZANE ALEXANDER ROMERO]

this app is finished :3