Post by jim on Oct 17, 2010 15:45:56 GMT -5
JAMESTHOLOMEWPARKER !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: jim, tholomew, jimmy, jimbo
age: nineteen
gender: male
grade: senior
sexuality: bisexual
played by: james sullivan[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
Eyes: blue
Skin: pale-ish
Height: 6' 4"
Build: thin, but has the right muscles in the right places
Piercings: labret, industrial
Tattoos: more than you can shake a stick at
personality: Jim is more of the compassionate type of guy. Though he's rather tall and intimidating, he's got a large heart and a very rare mind, and won't judge by the way someone looks until he actually talks to them and meets them. He's fiercely loyal to his friends, so much in fact, that he'll go to jail for them even. He dabbles in drugs and alcohol, but if anything, they just make him more unpredictably fun, which is rare for anyone. He's the rare type of soul that you can meet once and just instantly be considered a friend. If he feels his friends or himself are threatened dangerously, he'll immediately switch to a very ferocious person towards the threat, unless there is a way to compromise. He's peaceful, fun loving, random, out of his mind (in a good way) and a joy to be around, but let's have you judge that for yourself.
likes: drums, hayden, reading, drawing, looking at art, hayden, video games, guitar, rock music, sunsets, hayden, walks on the beach, swimming, cuddling, oh did i say hayden?
dislikes: spiders, uptight people, seeing those he cares about hurt, bullies, people that hurt other people for the fun of it, homework
strengths: playing drums, coming up with music, writing lyrics
weaknesses: hayden, being too nice, his loyalty
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: deceased
siblings: deceased
significant other (s): hayden sherwood
pets: none
hometown: malibu, california[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: none yet
best way to reach you: PM? or AIM
RP sample:
I just wanna say goodbye,
Disappear with no one knowing
Disappear with no one knowing
I don't wanna live this lie,
Smiling to the world unknowing
THUD!
The short frame of an seventeen year old crashed into several lockers with a sickening thud, the back of his skull smacking off of the metal, more than likely denting it with the force. His pierced nose was bleeding freely, and his lip was split open, and pain was written in his light brown eyes, which were starting to water. "Oh look, he's going to cry again! What a pussy," came a vicious voice. One that belonged to the owner of the hand clenching the front of the small male's now bloody shirt. The hand was attached to a muscular arm, which was attached to a large, six foot plus frame of a jock, and the bully sneered, his arm pulling Johnny's small frame away from the lockers before slamming him into it again, making the poor boy let out a choking cry of pain. His skull once more ricocheted off of the lockers, and this time, he saw stars popping in front of his eyes from the force, making everything spin for a moment. A stifled cry left his lips when the hand moved up, thick fingers clenching around his small neck, and his hands reached up, pulling at the thick muscle of the arm as his oxygen was slowly deprived. "You stupid fucking faggot! You can't even fight back...how pathetic. I'll just beat you back into your place," the bully hissed, his fingers tightening considerably.
Blood bubbled from the corner of Johnny's lips, forming a small bubble that burst, sending tiny drops of blood wherever, and he gasped for air as he was picked up off of the ground. At five foot four, Johnny was easily suspended above the floor, his hands now clenching on the thick arm that was lifting him and steadily depriving him of his much needed air. His lips were slowly losing color, while the rest of his face started to turn blue, and only then was he dropped, his lungs spasming to take in air until the fist slammed him full on in the face, causing him to shriek in pain and fall to his knees. But he knew no one would hear him, it was in between classes, and they happened to be in a very unused hallway. His eyes watered and soon enough, the tears started to spill, while the bully cracked his knuckles menacingly, flanked by two of his little cronies, who were chuckling in Johnny's pain. The poor boy cupped his face, feeling the warm rush of blood from his nose, and from the tears spilling from his eyes. His small frame trembled as the bully let out a barking command of "Look at me, you piece of shit!", and he reluctantly looked up into the face of his tormentor. A sneering smile was placed on the blonde's face, and he reached for Johnny, who suddenly made a scramble for his life when the bell rang loudly for classes to change. He used the confusion to his advantage, scrambling to his feet before running, taking off down the hall. It wasn't long before he ran into crowds of people, and he moved through them efficiently, since he was so small, working his way further from the three that had tried to make mincemeat of his face.
His shoes slipped on the hallway floor, and he threw himself into the nearest room, stopping to get his bearings. Somehow, he'd managed to emerge into the weight room, the last place he needed to be. But for right now, it was abandoned, and Johnny made his way quickly as far from the door as possible, using his shirt to try to stop the bleeding as he sniffled, restraining a sob that threatened to erupt into the air. He found a corner and sat in it, pushing himself back as far as possible, knowing no one would find him, at least, not until after school. It would mean a few missed classes, but that was just Johnny for you. This was almost a daily thing for the small kid with the mohawk hairstyle. Why, do you ask? Because, Johnny...happens to be gay. As if the bullies shouting it earlier didn't make the fact known to the whole school.
A tremor ran up his spine and he let out a sob, pulling his jean clothed legs to his chest before pressing his face into his knees, not caring if he got blood on them. Why did they corner him ALL the time?! Why was he always their little victim, their little personal punching bag?! Just because he liked guys, they found him the perfect target. Just because he was smaller and could barely defend himself, he was a target. He whimpered to himself, trying to stifle the noise, just in case anyone was walking by. But the bell had already rung for class to start, and Johnny knew that, for the moment, he was safe. His arms tightened on his arms, the tears flowing even more from his eyes, causing the small amount of eyeliner to run with the liquid, and he let out a sob. No one would help him, not even his own mother knew about this. Of course, Johnny lived in the dorms here, and his mother was a business woman, meaning she traveled constantly. He didn't even know who his dad was. In the end, the poor kid was alone, with no friends to turn to. Mainly because he was terrified of anyone with muscles and height to spook him. But if you went through daily beatings, wouldn't you be scared too?
Johnny's life consisted of going to class, finishing his work, avoiding bullies (if he could) and getting to his dorm as fast as possible. He had a room to himself for the moment, and he didn't mind that. It just made the questioning a lot easier on him. Not that there were questions in the first place. Johnny made sure of that. Almost daily beatings caused bruises and marks, amongst other vicious things, sure, but with enough cover up, the stylish male could hide any mark. It took a lot of layers, but he was beginning to become an expert on hiding the evidence. Again, he let out a sob, feeling his chest ache with the force, and from the more than likely now bruised ribs. The pain made him groan, and he pulled his legs closer to his chest, shaking like a lost child as he remained in his hiding place. He would stay in the weight room until the bell rang for complete dismissal, and when that happened, he would have to be fast. After all...he was in the lair of the beasts, the heart of jock country, and he was sure they all knew he was gay, and the majority of them found him to be their punching bag. But up until dismissal, he would stay in the confines of the weight room, and just cry it all out while he could.
lyrics; the loss - hollywood undead
word count; one thousand, one hundred and eighty six
muse; decent
listening to; mp3
tagged; open
notes; meet johnny. he just really needs friends, heh. this is open to anyone, so yeah.
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