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[06 Jan 2009|12:54am] |
the writer:
I'm 25 years old and while I've only been roleplaying since 2006, I've been writing for most of my life. I have a BA in English and like to think I have a general command of the English language (except for commas. I suck at commas. Won't even lie.) I've been in all sorts of communities and right now, I'm a bit disenchanted by them. I'm currently in one community and I'm also involved in multiple psl's.
the writing:
I write in third person storybook, always. I prefer aim but threading is cool so long as we're actually going to finish the thread. I can write a lot or a little, depending on your preference. I don't do one-liners though because really, what's the point?
Also, as a rule, I don't rp anything remotely close to my real life experiences. The point of role playing is taking on different roles, right? What's the point of playing every day life scenarios when I'm living them already? I tend to go for darker lines but I don't like killing characters off...unless they get embraced by a vampire but I supposed that's a whole other thing entirely. I'm pretty much unsquickable so bring up whatever you want. Let's talk about it.
I don't celeb. I just don't do it. I've done it before and I don't like it. I like being able to create my own character and do whatever I want with him or her. I admit that at the moment, I rp mostly slash but I have been known to do het and femme with people I am super comfortable with. Right now, that's a grand total of one person so unless you have a really spectacular idea for a line, I will probably stick to slash land.
Most of my characters always end up being the top/Dom/whatever you want to label them as. That's not to say I won't play bottom/Sub/etc.
I don't have a problem with playing out sex. If you do, tell me ahead of time so that I'm aware.
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| entry 1 |
[06 Jan 2009|12:52am] |
I really don't feel like writing right now but I guess I should. I took last week off of school while Josiah was back in Vermont. I have almost all of this quarter's homework done already. School is boring. I really just want to go back to home school. I was going to write about how two Wednesday's ago was one of the most amazing days of my life but I don't really have it in me right now. Long story short. I climbed up on a dumpster and went through a window in the bathroom to get into Pal's show and after I threw a million elbows to get to the front, he pulled me on stage to go stand with his friends Lijah and Paysen. All these girls were pissed and screaming and it was pretty amazing. He is a great musician. I miss hanging out, Pal. :[
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So, Josiah is back. I don't really know what to say. I couldn't get out of bed on Monday morning to go to school. So I stayed. Mama called me out of school and then made me go to Canyon's therapist on Tuesday and also on Thursday. I didn't really say anything. I just said I missed Josiah and didn't want to go to school without him. The only reason I went was because I guess I needed a medical excuse or something to miss all those school days. Why does it matter how many days I miss? I have like three weeks of homework turned in already.
Thatcher is probably going to hate me for forever and I have no idea what to do.
Also. I would like to have sex with Palek again. How fucked up is that? I'm completely in love with somebody else and I want to have sex with Pal again. I think I'm turning into Max. Except like...the non boy-fucking one. Or being fucked. Whatever. I think I might like to try it the other way. And I might like to try it with a girl. Except not. Because I'm in love. I know that for certain. And the only other person that has managed to wedge his way into my world is Palek fucking North who loves everyone in the world.
Sigh.
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[06 Jan 2009|12:51am] |
This summer has been pretty insane and I mean that both in a good and in a bad way. I started dating my best friend about a month or so ago and it's been really crazy amazing. Robin is the best friend I could ever ask for and I feel really privileged to be his boyfriend. I've had a broken rib for the past three weeks and he has been positively incredible. He's been taking care of Lancelot for me and doing a lot of my chores at the ranch. (And he didn't throttle me or the dog when Brave Sir Robin peed on his favorite Vans. :[ Sorry babe.)
We've gone to a couple parties this summer and this picture is one that Robin took of me at Nardo's birthday party last night. Okay so, I was pretty damn drunk. I say there should be no cameras allowed at the next party. The only reason I'm posting this is because I want someone to tell me what the hell I was talking about. Or were we playing chipmunk charades?
[picture]
In other news, I have my own apartment now. My guardian has agreed to get enough money out of my trust for me every month so I can pay my rent and he also signed the lease for me. So. I'm not going to be having any crazy parties or anything but if anyone wants to come hang out in a no parent zone, come on over. I have a spare bedroom, so there's a place to crash if anyone needs it, too. You have to promise to not try and steal the cute boy I'm keeping in my bed though.
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[06 Jan 2009|12:51am] |
I finally finished all my community service hours and also paid off my fine. This means that all the money I'm making now from the extra shifts I've been taking at work is mine. It's nice to be able to have money in my pockets that doesn't have to be paid to the state or whatever. Working at the convenience store really isn't that bad. I just sit around and read magazines between customers and help stock the shelves sometimes. Other than that, I really have just been spending most of my time with Israel. He took me on a date the other night and it was just really really fun.
The other good news is that Max is staying. :D My portfolio is almost finished and I'm going to be headed to an open call for modeling the first week in September. (Do you still want to go with me, PutPut?) I hope I can afford my own apartment by the time I'm 18 in November. Maybe if Max and I put our money together, we can live somewhere that isn't a shithole.
Hmm...what else? I don't know. I've been talking with Cylan more lately. We haven't ever been totally close or anything but for some reason, we've realized we have a few more things in common than we thought. That being said, Cylan's my little brother and if any of you jokers decide to fuck with him or fuck him over, you will be at the mercy of me and the jabs from my pointy elbows...or something. >:[
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| scene 1 |
[06 Jan 2009|12:47am] |
Nic generally loved being on tour but right now he was loving being at home. Home was a house that he, Cameron, Noble and Jude shared when they weren't out on the road. The brothers shared the main floor, Cameron had the top, and Nic had the basement to himself. They'd been in town for a month and he'd probably showered at least twice a day every day. Showers were a rare thing on the road and something he enjoyed immensely. Aside from compulsively showering, he'd been cooking dinner every day for himself and whoever happened to be around.
After the last tour, they'd ousted their rhythm guitarist who they'd been friends with since high school. He'd long been promising that alcohol wasn't going to be his priority anymore but eventually they stopped listening to his talk and gave him the boot. Now they had the job of finding someone else before they hit the road next month. Oddly enough, Jude had been seeing this guy named Ryland since they'd been back and this Ryland apparently had a brother who could play. Yeah, we'll see about that, Nic thought to himself as he was nodding in agreement with the rest of the band that they'd check him out.
Ryland was supposed to bring his little brother over that evening. Nic was skeptical but told himself he wouldn't judge the guy until he'd heard him. He had a mean batch of enchiladas cooking in the oven and they were fine to be left on their own, so he headed out to the garage that they'd converted into their practice space. He figured most bands got sick of each other and that's why they all had their own places but he also figured those bands had families. It just seemed stupid for all of them to be spending money on a place they weren't even living in half the time. Strolling into the garage, he plopped down on the couch to listen to Jude and Noble finish up something they were working on.
( Noble had bought him one last Christmas... )
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[06 Jan 2009|12:44am] |
Aiden had gotten worried when two hours turned into three and three into four. He had to deal with a very worried Jeremiah the whole time too and when he announced he was going over to Ryland and Jude's to see if Julian ended up there, the boy insisted on coming along as well.
"Look," he said, glancing at Jeremiah as they pulled into the driveway of Ryland's house. "You need to stick by my side and let me talk. I know they care for Julian a lot so if he isn't here, they will help us find him."
He got out of the car and came around to open Jeremiah's door. "Now, I will wait on the lawn here and I need you to go up and knock on the door."
He wasn't allowed on their porch, just like Ryland and Jude weren't allowed on Victor's without an invitation.
( Aiden just stood there... )
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| scene 3 |
[06 Jan 2009|12:37am] |
After the ridiculous debacle that had ensued the night before, Micah had made good on his threat to walk away from the hospital. The doctors and nurses kept promising to fix him up so that he could go back to school but he really didn't want to go back to school at all. He liked about a grand total of five people and didn't have any interest in going back to a place where something somewhat horrific had happened when it was full of a bunch of people who didn't give a shit or who were all focused on King Jayden. Honestly, Micah didn't mind Jayden these days anymore. In fact, he kind of liked him. However, he had to agree with Sunny that Alex and a lot of others had been acting like Jayden was the only one hurt and going around acting like he was God.
He left his gift baskets and other things behind for Marin to pick up when he came to officially sign Micah out of the hospital and he left in his pajama pants, slippers, and a hoodie. The only thing he wanted was to be in his own bed and not leave it for ages and ages. His plan was to ask Marin to talk to the school about finishing the last few weeks from home. His working hand and arm were out of commission thanks to the sling and he knew it was going to take him ages to get everything accomplished. He didn't see why he needed to just sit through the lectures, unable to take notes if he could just read the text at home. Micah had never been too serious of a student but he planned to do what he needed to accomplish with the home study to move up to his Senior year in August.
Halfway home though, he realized that his escape attempt was taking far more out of him than he realized and he was forced to sit down on a bench outside of a Pizza Hut to take stock of his options. His chest hurt and he was starting to get a headache. Who could he call? Marin was at work and would get the text about signing him out of the hospital once he was off. Casper was at home, having a last day of freedom before his parents came back. Scrolling through his phone book, he kept landing on Christopher.
Indeed, his ex-boyfriend gladly came to pick him up. Christopher drove Micah home after giving him a thorough scolding. Micah insisted that even if Christopher was paying the bills, he wouldn't be going back. He just wanted to be at home. The older man ended up staying and they talked long into the night before they both fell asleep in Micah's bed. The next day, Christopher had some things to take care of and Micah was on his own for most of the day. After spending a couple hours catching up on shows online, he pulled out his phone and texted Avery to invite him to come by on the way home from work.
( I don't date high school boys... )
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[06 Jan 2009|12:35am] |
Micah took a deep breath and held it until the door was firmly closed behind him. He was accustomed to sneaking out on the nights his brother Marin was home. Being a full time student with a part time job and a new boyfriend, Marin wasn't usually around. Tonight, however, he was and Micah was forced to be extra careful as he left the apartment this time. The last thing he needed was an interrogation. Standing on the porch, he listened for footsteps and dug his cigarettes out of his pocket while he waited. Finally confident that he was free, he started down the steps, pulling a cigarette from the pack. He waited until he was across the street to light up and began to smoke as he walked.
He didn't even know where he was going, really. Casper hadn't been coming over as often lately and while Micah thought it might have something to do with what had been going on between them lately, he wasn't going to ask. He knew that the quickest way to get Casper to shut down entirely was to start asking him questions. Christopher was out of town on business for what would probably be two whole months. Micah was still puzzled over the talk Christopher had given him before he left. The older man had told Micah that he didn't expect him to wait around for him and the more Micah thought about it, the more he figured it meant Christopher wanted to be free to do as he pleased with whoever he pleased whlie he was in New York and Europe.
Micah had been expecting him to offer to fly him out to New York for an extended weekend - not to be put out on the curb with the trash as Christopher left town. He'd finally stopped trying to make sense of it and had just been focusing on homework and getting the costumes for the play done. Passing the post office, Micah cut through the park. He was subconsciously walking his route to school as if it were the morning instead of eleven at night. It was just habit. As he passed through the parking lot, he saw a couple making out in a truck and just sort of grinned to himself. How weird it would be to come to a park to make out. He was used to doing these kinds of things in his own bed or at Christopher's lavish townhouse.
He knew that he should probably be more concerned about the fact that the man who was his boyfriend has essentially walked out of his life for at least the next two months, but he couldn't bring himself to be so worked up over it anymore. He figured that his apathetic attitude toward relationships came from having parents who passed away when he was young. Ever since, Micah had been hesitant to get into relationships and then even if he was, he never put too much stock into them. Nearing the school, he realized he couldn't go there at night. It was all locked up and shut down. Instead of going right out of the park, he turned left. This road led to the homes of most of the affluent kids at his school. He'd been in this neighborhood a few times when he was younger for birthday parties and the like but that was the extent of his adventures on the right side of the tracks.
Micah knew that he shouldn't wander too far. He had school in the morning and it was already late. It was general knowledge that Jayden lived in this neighborhood but Micah wasn't entirely sure where. Quickly, it became a game. He would walk one block while looking for Jayden's truck and when he didn't find it, he would move onto the next block. Finally, a few blocks in, Micah spotted it. Grinning widely, he hurried up the street and paused behind Jayden's truck, looking in awe up at the other boy's house. Having been paired with Sadie for the school project, Micah had been awed to find out that their combined theoretical income was projected at $11,000 a month. He couldn't fathom having that kind of money and he was certain that Jayden's family made substantially more than that just from the size of the house alone.
It was enormous and Micah began to scan the windows to see if he could figure out which room was Jayden's. A few lights were still on and Micah was content to watch for awhile, imagining what it would be like to live there. He didn't think he was spying. It hadn't even crossed his mind. He was merely curious. Lighting another cigarette, he blew a smoke ring over the bed of Jayden's truck and gazed up at the house. Awhile later, the lights on the lower level went off. Figuring it was time to head home, Micah took his last drag from the cigarette and tossed it on the ground, crashing it out beneath his boot. Just as he was about to turn and go, a light on the upper level came on and he paused, safely hidden behind the truck. He waited there, wanting to see what was going to happen.
Then, there was Jayden in the window. And he was shirtless. Micah knew he should turn away. This had somehow evolved into spying for sure now. He wasn't sure why he stayed but he couldn't move his feet. Micah definitely wasn't the kind of guy who went for just any half naked dude he saw and up until recently, he wasn't even a fan of Jayden's. There was just some random unseen force keeping him rooted to the spot as a small shiver went up his spine. This was wrong. He knew it. Luckily, he wasn't there much longer because Jayden moved away from the window and a few seconds later, the light in his room went out. Somehow, the darkness broke the spell and Micah was able to move. He took off as fast as his legs would carry him all the way home.
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