Post by oliver shayne jones on Aug 31, 2010 3:00:39 GMT
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OLIVER SHAYNE JONES ,,
oli. sixteen. year eleven. heterosexual. chad michael murray.
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"I'll tell you right now, that I am no 'in-between' kind of person. You'll either love me to pieces or hate me with a passion. Sometimes, I wonder how people can love such a cocky, obtrusive, loud, sometimes obnoxious guy. Yeah, I'll admit it. I'm far from perfect, but I love myself. Call me vain, but you'll never hear me put myself down (seriously, at least). I've got a boat load of confidence and I'm not afraid to act how I please. Insult me and I promise you that I won't cry too long. (;
"However confident I may be in myself, I'm mad protective of my friends. I love them more than I love myself. A little cliche, sure, but how can you argue with me? Come on, everyone loves their friends. Err.... Real friends. If people can tolerate my shit enough to remain my friend, then I'll stand by them. And I care a little more than I should sometimes. I like to make sure that my friends are at maximum happiness. Besides, there isn't any fun in a frown.
"Also, I love life. There's no sarcasm or sneer. I absolutely love life. Of course, it has its rough patches, but if not for those, we'd be bored as hell. So, I live to fullest possible.... To me, that means having a good time. Twenty-four/seven. Sex, parties, and all that jazz. I'm not really big on drugs, though. I might do some marijuana and I've taken ecstasy a few times at raves and whatnot, but generally, drugs are not my focus. I smoke (cigarettes, duh) and drink, mainly. And, okay, I know I said sex, but I was exaggerating. I've had some drunken one-night stands, but I'm really not a man-whore. Attention whore, yes. But I do not go out of my way for sex. In fact, I prefer actual relationships to anything. But, lately, I've remained single, mostly, for my own convenience. The truth is, I'm kinda scared of comittment. But shhh! Don't tell anyone. Didn't you know I'm supposed to be fearless?
"However confident I may be in myself, I'm mad protective of my friends. I love them more than I love myself. A little cliche, sure, but how can you argue with me? Come on, everyone loves their friends. Err.... Real friends. If people can tolerate my shit enough to remain my friend, then I'll stand by them. And I care a little more than I should sometimes. I like to make sure that my friends are at maximum happiness. Besides, there isn't any fun in a frown.
"Also, I love life. There's no sarcasm or sneer. I absolutely love life. Of course, it has its rough patches, but if not for those, we'd be bored as hell. So, I live to fullest possible.... To me, that means having a good time. Twenty-four/seven. Sex, parties, and all that jazz. I'm not really big on drugs, though. I might do some marijuana and I've taken ecstasy a few times at raves and whatnot, but generally, drugs are not my focus. I smoke (cigarettes, duh) and drink, mainly. And, okay, I know I said sex, but I was exaggerating. I've had some drunken one-night stands, but I'm really not a man-whore. Attention whore, yes. But I do not go out of my way for sex. In fact, I prefer actual relationships to anything. But, lately, I've remained single, mostly, for my own convenience. The truth is, I'm kinda scared of comittment. But shhh! Don't tell anyone. Didn't you know I'm supposed to be fearless?
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"Ahh, I've never really been the kind of guy to be big on family. I don't like fighting with people I have to live with. So, the easiest solution? Avoid being home as much as possible. You see, Mommy and Daddy haven't exactly been seeing eye to eye in the last couple of years. And being that I'm the only child, I'm their only weapon against each other. Truth be told, I'm more of a momma's boy than daddy's pet. I didn't want to play sports and I know that disappointed him.. Er, still does, actually. Sports just isn't my cup of tea. Sure, I'll throw a ball around with some friends, but committing myself to an actual team? Eh, I don't think so. As I mentioned earlier, I'm not good with commitment. Anyway, Dad is the CEO of some corporation in the city so he's gone on a lot on business trips. Mom suspects that he's cheating. Awkwardness runs thickly in the Jones household, so honestly, I'd rather just avoid it as much as possible. Just one more year until I'm gone."
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"Dad moved here when he was about nineteen or so, to train to take over the family business. Eventually, he met Mom... And they just never left. So, yeah, I've lived here my whole life. Someday, I hope to leave this all in my rear view mirror."
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"I grew up in Cornwall. It's a small little place where everyone has their tight gossip circles and whatnot. I hate to admit it, but my life hasn't been the most exciting. Just quarreling parents, dramatic schooling, and a handful of useless relationships. Don't get me wrong, by the way, I cherish most of my relationships, but obviously, they didn't lead anywhere. Anyway, I hate that I have no exciting tale to tell. Sadly, I led a normal, uneventful childhood. Aside from a couple injuries from my boyish stupidity. I suppose the lack of excitement in my younger years kick-started my adolescent rebellion. Either way, once I graduate college (majoring in psychology, hopefully..) and such, I hope to continue my fun loving way of a life. Of course, maybe not as extensive as I have been. I have to grow up a little bit, at least."
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so hey! i'm [chase] and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a [boy]. i've been rocking in this world for [seventeen].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [about six/seven] years.
i'm a [boy]. i've been rocking in this world for [seventeen].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [about six/seven] years.
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Girls couldn't possible be made of sugar, spice, and everything nice. All it was, was smoke, mirrors, and a whole lot of twisted truth. Sugar and spice was for little girls, who had not yet developed semi-mature personalities and were still innocent of the world's horrors. Dakota knew this well. She knew damn well that nice things weren't part of her anymore, not since middle school. Of course, that was when she had to keep up with the other girls her age. Make-up, boys, and parties that didn't involve tea. And once high school came 'round the bend, boys became the main focus. Always worries of her boyfriends being stolen, whether or not he was faithful. Dakota knew those other girls. Because she knew if she liked a boy enough, she'd do the same thing. Morally unsound, yes, but all's fair in love and war, right?
I can't give you up, you know.
Well, love and war is what had led her here; locked up in girl's bathroom, staring at her reflection. Third period had long since started, but she didn't seem to care that she'd eventually get detention for ditching. Apparently, she'd much rather pick out all of her faults and try to justify what had happened this morning. Scrawny frame with straighter curves than most, coupled with goldfish eyes and a dim smile. Dakota couldn't help but think that he was right in choosing that other girl over her. Right now, she didn't look so hot. Her overly girly tear ducts had activated, causing her make-up to smear and track down her pale face. Slender fingers gripped the porcelain sink, leaning closer to the mirror. Dakota rested her forehead against the cool glass and shut her eyes, unwilling to look at herself any longer.
I know..... I don't love you anymore, you know...
Maybe her biggest flaw was her inability to give up, even when the signs spit in her face. Her stubborn attitude often gets her hurt, but Dakota never seems to learn her lesson. Possibly because she's masochistic? She doesn't know. And at the moment, she really doesn't care all that much. At the moment, Dakota just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget meeting him, falling for him, and introducing him to her best friend. Obviously, that had been a big mistake. And it was at that moment of realization that she promised to herself to learn, to adapt. Dakota now realizes that she can only trust herself, and even then, that can be shaky ground. It didn't matter though. She didn't have to worry about stealing her own boyfriend.
...I know.
This is where she'd start. Piecing herself together in the girls' lavatory. Dakota ignored every other girl to walk in and give her an odd look. Everyone knew what had happened by now anyway. Neither of them had bothered to hide it, not even in front of Dakota, herself. People expected her to be upset; people expected her to cry her eyes out before returning to her snarky self, albeit with a slightly sharper edge. Silly, predictable Dakota. She knew that's exactly what she was going to do, even if she didn't like it. It was her way of bouncing back from things. Snide comments and sharp insults. Her way of pretending she wasn't affected in the least. The girl reached into her purse to extract her compact and eyeliner, slowly beginning to correct what her tears had undone. Before long, the bell rang again, and Dakota knew she'd have to face everyone again. Go off and receive fake sympathy while in actuality everyone was thinking about how much she deserved it. She'd stolen him from someone else, after all. Maybe she did deserve this, but Dakota was too far gone to give a damn about karma. So, she finished off her make-up, fixed her hair, and adorned a confident smirk before strutting out of the bathroom, heels clicking merrily along. With her chin lifted high, she was able to block out the knowing looks she received from girls and give a coy smile to those grinning boys. Silly Dakota.. Setting herself up for hurt again.
I can't give you up, you know.
Well, love and war is what had led her here; locked up in girl's bathroom, staring at her reflection. Third period had long since started, but she didn't seem to care that she'd eventually get detention for ditching. Apparently, she'd much rather pick out all of her faults and try to justify what had happened this morning. Scrawny frame with straighter curves than most, coupled with goldfish eyes and a dim smile. Dakota couldn't help but think that he was right in choosing that other girl over her. Right now, she didn't look so hot. Her overly girly tear ducts had activated, causing her make-up to smear and track down her pale face. Slender fingers gripped the porcelain sink, leaning closer to the mirror. Dakota rested her forehead against the cool glass and shut her eyes, unwilling to look at herself any longer.
I know..... I don't love you anymore, you know...
Maybe her biggest flaw was her inability to give up, even when the signs spit in her face. Her stubborn attitude often gets her hurt, but Dakota never seems to learn her lesson. Possibly because she's masochistic? She doesn't know. And at the moment, she really doesn't care all that much. At the moment, Dakota just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget meeting him, falling for him, and introducing him to her best friend. Obviously, that had been a big mistake. And it was at that moment of realization that she promised to herself to learn, to adapt. Dakota now realizes that she can only trust herself, and even then, that can be shaky ground. It didn't matter though. She didn't have to worry about stealing her own boyfriend.
...I know.
This is where she'd start. Piecing herself together in the girls' lavatory. Dakota ignored every other girl to walk in and give her an odd look. Everyone knew what had happened by now anyway. Neither of them had bothered to hide it, not even in front of Dakota, herself. People expected her to be upset; people expected her to cry her eyes out before returning to her snarky self, albeit with a slightly sharper edge. Silly, predictable Dakota. She knew that's exactly what she was going to do, even if she didn't like it. It was her way of bouncing back from things. Snide comments and sharp insults. Her way of pretending she wasn't affected in the least. The girl reached into her purse to extract her compact and eyeliner, slowly beginning to correct what her tears had undone. Before long, the bell rang again, and Dakota knew she'd have to face everyone again. Go off and receive fake sympathy while in actuality everyone was thinking about how much she deserved it. She'd stolen him from someone else, after all. Maybe she did deserve this, but Dakota was too far gone to give a damn about karma. So, she finished off her make-up, fixed her hair, and adorned a confident smirk before strutting out of the bathroom, heels clicking merrily along. With her chin lifted high, she was able to block out the knowing looks she received from girls and give a coy smile to those grinning boys. Silly Dakota.. Setting herself up for hurt again.
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