Post by james russell rune on Aug 30, 2011 20:54:43 GMT -5
james russell rune
character basics
FULL NAME , james russell rune
NICKNAMES , jamie
AGE , seventeen
BIRTHDAY , august fourteenth
SEXUALITY , homosexual
SCHOOL , high school
GRADE , senior
OCCUPATION , n/a
MEMBER GROUP , high school
hello, my name is ALLIE. i am THIRTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through COURTYNEY. so, here's an example of my average post:
Summer was coming to an end officially as the first few weeks of school passed by. It was almost a month in, and October was on its way. The entire day James had been out with different people; Kaylee for a while, then Ronnie and Derek for a bit, and he was home about four o’clock. It being a Saturday, he assumed Jayden would be out for a couple of hours too, and return about the time of bedtime. The frat parties were almost a constant, and just different college things kept him out of the house a lot. James didn’t mind it all too much, but he did mind seeing him with a friend he’d made, who seemed to be all over Jayden. He respected that he was happy to have a gay friend, I mean, he went through hell last year when he came out; but the touching really bothered James, and more than anything, he was feeling like he wasn’t good enough for Jayden anymore. Honestly, he was a college hottie, and James was still a high school kid, and one who was going down-hill at that. He couldn’t keep his grades up, he was starting to care less about them, and he’s become a totally disruptive and annoying kind of student. James didn’t think much of it, because he didn’t change much as far as being himself went, other than being even more easily distracted and being a little bit more of a party animal. He was getting out there more, doing drugs sometimes, but mostly just drinking when he could. It wasn’t excessive yet, though, only on Friday nights. Right now he was on Jay and his bed, doing homework that could’ve been finished in about thirty minutes for the average person, but it was going on three or four hours now.
He couldn’t concentrate on anything. He tried his best on half of it, but with extreme frustration, he scribbled down random things and tossed the binders off the bed, bringing his knees up and holding his head with both hands. He took a couple of deep breaths and got off the bed, getting out of his jeans and tight shirt, putting on a loose “a day to remember” tee on, and some gym shorts from middle school. How did they still fit him? He didn’t know, but he thought they were comfortable as hell, so he kept them. They were blue with his middle school’s mascot and name in the bottom corner, and had a silky material that just made him feel comfortable. A nice shower probably would make him more at ease right now, but he decided he’d just do some house stuff, like the laundry, and dishes. Since it was only the two of them, it was easy to pick up, and he didn’t mind doing it. He was much more comfortable with a clean house, and it was just how he was raised, to clean up always. After about ten minutes of cleaning he looked around and noticed he didn’t have anything else to do, so he plopped down on the couch and laid on it, resting his eyes and putting some soft music on. It was Mona Lisa playing right now by The Summer Set. He smiled to himself, thinking about Jayden during it, and then the song ended and right in the pause of the song switching to another he heard his text tone go off. Figuring it was probably Kaylee, he got up and picked his phone up off the ground—he didn’t know why it was there, he was really careless when it came to the blue Samsung Gravity Smart.
Before reading the text message he crossed his legs and sat on the ground, opening his phone up and reading that it was in-fact from his mom. Yeah, he texted his mom, often actually. He couldn’t help it. He was a mama’s boy, and being away from her was weird for him. Most of her texts were just checking up on him, but not this one. No, this was something he did not want to read, and his heart jumped out of his chest when he read it. His dad’s trial was coming up, on October 22nd. Already? And he was supposed to testify, too. He really didn’t want to, but he knew he had to. Luckily, he actually had a camera that he’d taken pictures of all his bruises and marks on since about the eighth grade. That was more than enough evidence. He just didn’t like the fact that he’d have to do it in the first place. He hadn’t even told Jayden about the camera, let alone shown anyone. It was back in his house, sitting in his dresser. He sighed and texted back, ‘Okay, I will. I’m going to bed right now, though. Love you, mommy.’ He bit his lip and turned his phone off after sending it, not planning on actually going to bed, but he couldn’t keep talking to her or really anyone after hearing that news. He had been doing alright after the whole ordeal, but he had frequent nightmares, and he was seeing a therapist weekly. He wanted to see her more often or for a longer amount of time, but he was scared he was asking too much of his mom, even if he knew they could afford it. Luckily for his family, his dad’s books still made a lot of money, and his mom’s job did too. He covered his face with his hands and headed into the kitchen, making some ramen noodles and getting a mountain dew to cheer him up a little bit. He put the TV tray out and ate while watching SpongeBob, laughing occasionally at it, and smiling through most of it. it didn’t take much to get this kid’s mind somewhere else. After the episode ended he looked at the block and wondered when Jayden would come home. Even if he was a little upset with him about the friend, he really wanted him just to be there.
He couldn’t concentrate on anything. He tried his best on half of it, but with extreme frustration, he scribbled down random things and tossed the binders off the bed, bringing his knees up and holding his head with both hands. He took a couple of deep breaths and got off the bed, getting out of his jeans and tight shirt, putting on a loose “a day to remember” tee on, and some gym shorts from middle school. How did they still fit him? He didn’t know, but he thought they were comfortable as hell, so he kept them. They were blue with his middle school’s mascot and name in the bottom corner, and had a silky material that just made him feel comfortable. A nice shower probably would make him more at ease right now, but he decided he’d just do some house stuff, like the laundry, and dishes. Since it was only the two of them, it was easy to pick up, and he didn’t mind doing it. He was much more comfortable with a clean house, and it was just how he was raised, to clean up always. After about ten minutes of cleaning he looked around and noticed he didn’t have anything else to do, so he plopped down on the couch and laid on it, resting his eyes and putting some soft music on. It was Mona Lisa playing right now by The Summer Set. He smiled to himself, thinking about Jayden during it, and then the song ended and right in the pause of the song switching to another he heard his text tone go off. Figuring it was probably Kaylee, he got up and picked his phone up off the ground—he didn’t know why it was there, he was really careless when it came to the blue Samsung Gravity Smart.
Before reading the text message he crossed his legs and sat on the ground, opening his phone up and reading that it was in-fact from his mom. Yeah, he texted his mom, often actually. He couldn’t help it. He was a mama’s boy, and being away from her was weird for him. Most of her texts were just checking up on him, but not this one. No, this was something he did not want to read, and his heart jumped out of his chest when he read it. His dad’s trial was coming up, on October 22nd. Already? And he was supposed to testify, too. He really didn’t want to, but he knew he had to. Luckily, he actually had a camera that he’d taken pictures of all his bruises and marks on since about the eighth grade. That was more than enough evidence. He just didn’t like the fact that he’d have to do it in the first place. He hadn’t even told Jayden about the camera, let alone shown anyone. It was back in his house, sitting in his dresser. He sighed and texted back, ‘Okay, I will. I’m going to bed right now, though. Love you, mommy.’ He bit his lip and turned his phone off after sending it, not planning on actually going to bed, but he couldn’t keep talking to her or really anyone after hearing that news. He had been doing alright after the whole ordeal, but he had frequent nightmares, and he was seeing a therapist weekly. He wanted to see her more often or for a longer amount of time, but he was scared he was asking too much of his mom, even if he knew they could afford it. Luckily for his family, his dad’s books still made a lot of money, and his mom’s job did too. He covered his face with his hands and headed into the kitchen, making some ramen noodles and getting a mountain dew to cheer him up a little bit. He put the TV tray out and ate while watching SpongeBob, laughing occasionally at it, and smiling through most of it. it didn’t take much to get this kid’s mind somewhere else. After the episode ended he looked at the block and wondered when Jayden would come home. Even if he was a little upset with him about the friend, he really wanted him just to be there.
