MITCHELL, sven caddy

[keki]

SVEN CADMIUM MITCHELL

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I'll just hide it or i could slip into you
it's so easy to come back into you
i stared for a while, and waited for words
seen but not heard and struggled to try

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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
"my... my name's Sven Cadmium Mitchell... he called me Sven b-because then he could just get away with calling me boy... because that's what sven means. my... my new parents called me cadium more... i... i like that name. caddy people call me now... i... i like my name... only, i have their last name, my new parents... i want to have daddy's name again!"
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
"I'm fifteen... sixteen on the fifth of november.i'm... i'm a senior...? i don't know... i've never been to school..."
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
"i'm a boy, like my name says. sven mean's boy~"
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
"I like everyone... but... men a little more... they pay better!"
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
"n-no... but i look like uhmm... Tyler Torture apparently..."

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
"when the doctor gave me a check up he said uhm... that i was five foot four and a half... is that tall? i'm not sure... a lot of people are still bigger... he says i have a lean body type... but that i'm underweight... i don't know what he means... uhhh... my hair's brown, but it use to be black, it's gotten lighter. I don't like when they uhmm... -mimes cutting his hair- cut it... I have blue-y brown eyes, daddy said they were good boy eyes! I have a tattoo on my wrist, it says "fate", that was the name of one of daddy's girls, she died, daddy was going to use me to document everyone who died."
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
"my new parents say I have uhmmm... 'emo' style... is that bad? uh. i've told you about my tattoo! my ears are pierced too, daddy liked it that way..."
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
"Daddy use to say it was my eyes, or my ass... depending if they were in front of behind me... my new parents say it's my skin, i have pretty skin!"
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
"uhmm... i flick my hair a lot...? and uhm... I talk to strangers... is that a habit? it's good to talk to strangers, they might take you away and make you feel good and give you money for it!"
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
"people call me a hooker or a rent-boy... i'm not sure what they are... i just do what daddy tells me."

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
"hobbies...? some people say sex is a hobby... that's what I do, I have sex with people so they feel good and pay me, and then I give daddy the money to make him happy... i have sex with him to... but my new parents said sex isn't a hobby... so i don't know..."
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
"daddy! I like daddy more than anything, i love daddy. i like making people feel good, and daddy's magic medicine he gives me! i like... uhh... pretty things, like flowers and butterflies... one landed on my nose once, it was pretty~ uhmm... I like... men, i like them lots and lots.. I like people too, i especially like making them feel good! I like uhmm... dark colours and Tide! daddy gave me that all the time... my new parents and the doctors said that was toxic...but daddy wouldn't hurt me!"
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
"I don't like... big spaces... they're scary and lonely... Uhmm... i don't like meat or apples... they taste funny. I don't like being away from daddy and i don't like doctors... doctors lie daddy says. i don't like lies, they're bad. daddy taught me to not lie. uhh... i don't like being called nasty names like stupid... i'm not stupid, daddy wouldn't have liked me if i was. i don't like water either, it's scary..."
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
"Daddy said secrets were bad. I'm not suppose to have secrets, I'm suppose to tell daddy everything. but... they took him away... he said i wasn't to tell anyone but him... so i have a secret now... the doctor, daddy didn't pick him, my new parents did, and he made me swallow his 'magic milk'... daddy said i wasn't to unless he brought the person to me, he's be so angryyy!"
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
"Uhmm... i'm a pretty boy so people will pay for me? Daddy always said that was my best quality! That and my age... but i'm not little like that anymore..."
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
"Uhmm... i'm not very good at eating 'proper food' like my new parents want me to eat..."

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
"my real daddy's called baltasar alsvik, he's uhh forty-nine? i think, i love him... i miss him... they took me away from him... i have new parents now, robyn and delilah mitchell... i don't like them much... they treat me weird... they have five children... nico, leila, hannah, josephine and angelous.... they all think i'm weird. robyn is forty-seven, i have to call him daddy now, don't want to. delilah is forty-seven to... delilah doesn't work but robyn is an accountant... uhmmm... nico's twenty-nine he's a teacher... leila's twenty-five, she's a student-nurse i think... hannah's twenty-three and a student... uhm... josephine's sixteen, just three months older than me and angelous is fourteen, almost fifteen, he's exactly a year younger than me... delilah's going to have another baby, they want to call it faith if it's a girl..."
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
"Josephine's got a rabbit... and angel had a cat until he killed him... do they count?"
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
"daddy said i was born in karlstad in sweden, he said it was very pretty where i was born... i don't remember it, we moved to america when i was a baby... we moved around the country where daddy picked up his pets so we never lived in one place for long... but my new parents live in new orleans... i don't like it there..."
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at [school/college/town name here]?[/color][/font][/b]
"the doctors and my new parents are worried about me, so they sent me here... angel might be coming to though... so i won't be left here forever... they'll come back for him so they can take me to...? maybe... or let daddy come and get me!"
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
"i lived with daddy forever, he loved me lots and lots, he never ever hurt me. we went to lots of places and i met lots of people, i played with daddy all the time. when i was a good boy he gave me treats, if i was a bad boy though he wouldn't touch me, i hated that... but he never ever hurt me, he loves me. i want to go back to daddy, i'm a good boy like he said, i'm not a bad boy i'm not!"

"okay, okay that's enough. i'm doctor wilson and sven here w--"

"caddy! call me caddy! only daddy can call me sven!"

"...alright. caddy here was my patient at the hospital when his foster parents, now adoptive parents, brought him in a little over a month ago, they were worried about him so myself and my team assessed him. from what he know he spent most of his life in cupboards and other small dark places, where ever his father, mr alsvik, could fit him. though he otherwise doesn't seem to have received any major neglect or abuse, he was still fed and kept clean and healthy. other than the fact that his father had him drinking cleaning products which he screams if he doesn't have and was, from what we've gathered, molesting the boy when he was just a toddler, roughly around two or three.

there isn't much on him really, they did travel and his father made a sort of slave ring of mostly women and minors, his favourites and most popular one's being caddy himself and a young girl named 'fate'. caddy has told us fate was there forever, so i'm assuming she arrived when he was approximately three or four. he said she died two years ago of what mr alsvik had told him was an overdose, her body hasn't yet been found so we're unsure of this. however she was apparently the first to die and caddy seems less than affected by it, even though she apparently died right in front of him. he's been sent on the streets by his father since he was about eight years old and told to make money. so he did.

his father apparently gave him rules. the paying customer was never allowed to release inside him or as caddy phrased it 'he wasn't allowed anyone's milk inside him unless daddy said' so mr alsvik kept him protected from std's at least. then a year ago child services took him away and have two months of being evaluated the mitchell's fostered him. at first he was a good boy, too good. he did everything he was told and never complained, but then after a fortnight he began to change. he didn't miss behave, he just became innapropriate with josephine and the other's, and would get too close to strangers in the street, especially men.

then during the third month of fostering, he began selling himself on the streets where he, roughly two months ago, unknowingly contracted an std. since then he's been taken to the hospital and medicated, cured and adopted legally by the mitchell's who've sent him here, hoping to get him capable of living in society. in case you didn't realise the only mental disorder caddy has is peter pan syndrome, he's very childlike and lacks maturity, otherwise he's just been brainwashed growing up..."

"...that's a funny word, brainwashed... did someone wash my brain?"

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
keki, kiki if you're gabby =3
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
seventeen.
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
for five years <3
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
not yet~
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
i don't remember o.o
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
i have aspergers syndrome~
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookiemonster

four hours. that was how long they'd had him sat here in effort to get him to eat. to get him to do anything but scream when they went near him. so far though, it hadn't happened. they're tried toast, porridge, noodles, a burger, a salad, fries, rice and even a simple cracker with a little bit of butter on, just wanting him to try something on his own accord. so far, it hadn't worked. he was curled up in his chair, hugging his knees as he stared at the table. he barely responded to the food or to them, only responding if they went to touch him. even then his response would be a scream. so they avoided touching him, and just offered the food, giving him half an hour to attempt it. if it wasn't attempted it was taken away. so far none of it had been attempted and they were fast losing their patients with the japanese teen.

"tavius you have to eat!" one snapped. he ignored them, favouring instead to close his eyes, the table beginning to bore him after hours of staring. "we'll just force you if you don't!" another growled. tavius didn't even look at him. they looked at one another before two of them grabbed him, one restraining his arms from flailing, the other moving to force the chicken they wanted him to eat down his throat as he screamed. he choked on it and attempted to turn his head away to spit it out as he kicked and struggled, beginning to hyperventilate. but still they didn't relent. they just massaged his throat until the chicken went down before grabbing more food, where the struggle started again.

they kept at it as he struggled, screamed, choked, hyperventialted and panicked. stopping only when he jerked and threw up. they stepped back then and glanced at each other, biting their lips. tavius meanwhile had lurched forward, almost cracking his head on the table as he coughed up the vomit he was choking on, following it up with more vomit as he sobbed, shaking. he couldn't do this anymore. he just wanted to die. he clawed at his arms as he sat doubled over, shaking and vomiting, tears falling free.

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