Post by JESSE JAMES COURTIER on Sept 1, 2011 23:05:09 GMT -5
JAMES JESSE courtier
character basics
FULL NAME , james jesse courtier
NICKNAMES , jayjay
AGE , eighteen
BIRTHDAY , july 2
SEXUALITY , bisexual
SCHOOL , high school
GRADE , senior
OCCUPATION , student
MEMBER GROUP , high school
hello, my name is RECKLESS. i am EIGHTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through COURTNEY. so, here's an example of my average post:
The day would be perfect. Both of their families would be there, watching, watching. A pianist would be playing a song; the best man would be standing beside Finn while the groom nervously looked down the isle. And then the music would change; all eyes in the room would turn towards the entrance of the isle. A flowergirl would come first, throwing flower petals and smiling at the guests. Finally she would appear, all in white, face covered; accompanied by who Finn could only imagine would be her father. The guests would all be in awe, Finn’s mother, with tears streaming down her face would be smiling at them. And then Alyson would be standing before him, the priest reading their vows, and then with shaking hands he’d-
A sharp intake of air brought Finn back to his senses. He was in the bathroom, shirtless, staring at the mirror, debating whether he wanted his hair combed sideways or to leave it alone and just be messy for the day. His razor stood on a stand next to the comb, recently used. Today was the day he and Alyson were picking the location of their ceremony. When Mrs. Kent had pitched the idea of a church wedding to Finn, he had been skeptical, but eventually decided it was for the best. It was partly because it had been Alyson’s idea, and partly because it seemed like the right thing to do. Who didn’t have weddings in a church nowadays? It was unorthodox, and Finn’s parents were far too traditional to be pleased with anything less. This was why Finn was going to see Alyson with an open mind. She was an interior designer, and he was an architect. If their wedding wasn’t going to be gorgeous, then, well, the world was probably going to be turned upside down.
Of course, even if the wedding wasn’t going to be perfect, it’d all be fine for Finn because he was going to be marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. He had known Alyson for almost 8 years now. They’ve been together ever since he could remember. The idea of the proposal had taken Finn nearly 3 weeks to plan, but only a day to decide. The key item had been the ring he bought her, a majestic piece of jewelry that had taken almost half a whole month’s salary to buy. The lady who sold it to him had been quite envious herself, saying whoever his lucky princess was, there was no way she’d say no. The actual event took only a few minutes, but from it things became a spiraled whirlpool of pre-marrital affairs, from finding wedding outfits to which bakery was willing to make their cake. It was all so amazing for Finn, who never expected any of it, and was glad he had Alyson by his side. A side he’d be able to have forever. God, he was becoming so cheesy.
Putting on a shirt and pants, Finn left the house in a frenzy, feeling something telling him he was going to arrive late, and leave his wife- er, fiancée waiting. As it seemed, his hair would remain be retaining it’s morning glory, but it would it’s own way to look proper again. The place he arranged to meet Alyson was only a couple blocks away, a church Google had told him had been around during the earliest times of Capeside when the town was only a few houses and a general store. Pictures on the local listing page promised a beautiful view, with sound architecture, so Finn knew for a fact that Alyson had picked it just for him. He’d give it his normal go over, but it would be up to Alyson to do all the designing and arranging. There was no use trying to butt in on that matter anyway. Finn had no idea how to set up a wedding ceremony, and well, Alyson did, and she could do it well too. At first Finn’s mother had objected he told her this, saying that she needed to plan out her son’s marriage and that the couple should go and enjoy themselves. (Finn was sure his mother had been defeated when she called him one day and stiffly told him she wasn’t going to partake in anything regarding the wedding)
It took only ten minutes and half a Linkin Park CD for Finn to arrive at the church. He stopped and stared at it from his car. It was gorgeous, looking like something out of the eighteenth century. It’s main entrance was slightly open, and Finn took that as an indication that Alyson was inside. Slipping in silently, Finn found his fiancée gliding down the isle, looking like she was walking through the Enchanted forest. Finn had to smile at the sight, Alyson looked adorable when she was thinking. The husband-to-be quietly slipped up beside her and reached to tap Alyson on the opposite side. He couldn’t help it. She just looked too adorable.
A sharp intake of air brought Finn back to his senses. He was in the bathroom, shirtless, staring at the mirror, debating whether he wanted his hair combed sideways or to leave it alone and just be messy for the day. His razor stood on a stand next to the comb, recently used. Today was the day he and Alyson were picking the location of their ceremony. When Mrs. Kent had pitched the idea of a church wedding to Finn, he had been skeptical, but eventually decided it was for the best. It was partly because it had been Alyson’s idea, and partly because it seemed like the right thing to do. Who didn’t have weddings in a church nowadays? It was unorthodox, and Finn’s parents were far too traditional to be pleased with anything less. This was why Finn was going to see Alyson with an open mind. She was an interior designer, and he was an architect. If their wedding wasn’t going to be gorgeous, then, well, the world was probably going to be turned upside down.
Of course, even if the wedding wasn’t going to be perfect, it’d all be fine for Finn because he was going to be marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. He had known Alyson for almost 8 years now. They’ve been together ever since he could remember. The idea of the proposal had taken Finn nearly 3 weeks to plan, but only a day to decide. The key item had been the ring he bought her, a majestic piece of jewelry that had taken almost half a whole month’s salary to buy. The lady who sold it to him had been quite envious herself, saying whoever his lucky princess was, there was no way she’d say no. The actual event took only a few minutes, but from it things became a spiraled whirlpool of pre-marrital affairs, from finding wedding outfits to which bakery was willing to make their cake. It was all so amazing for Finn, who never expected any of it, and was glad he had Alyson by his side. A side he’d be able to have forever. God, he was becoming so cheesy.
Putting on a shirt and pants, Finn left the house in a frenzy, feeling something telling him he was going to arrive late, and leave his wife- er, fiancée waiting. As it seemed, his hair would remain be retaining it’s morning glory, but it would it’s own way to look proper again. The place he arranged to meet Alyson was only a couple blocks away, a church Google had told him had been around during the earliest times of Capeside when the town was only a few houses and a general store. Pictures on the local listing page promised a beautiful view, with sound architecture, so Finn knew for a fact that Alyson had picked it just for him. He’d give it his normal go over, but it would be up to Alyson to do all the designing and arranging. There was no use trying to butt in on that matter anyway. Finn had no idea how to set up a wedding ceremony, and well, Alyson did, and she could do it well too. At first Finn’s mother had objected he told her this, saying that she needed to plan out her son’s marriage and that the couple should go and enjoy themselves. (Finn was sure his mother had been defeated when she called him one day and stiffly told him she wasn’t going to partake in anything regarding the wedding)
It took only ten minutes and half a Linkin Park CD for Finn to arrive at the church. He stopped and stared at it from his car. It was gorgeous, looking like something out of the eighteenth century. It’s main entrance was slightly open, and Finn took that as an indication that Alyson was inside. Slipping in silently, Finn found his fiancée gliding down the isle, looking like she was walking through the Enchanted forest. Finn had to smile at the sight, Alyson looked adorable when she was thinking. The husband-to-be quietly slipped up beside her and reached to tap Alyson on the opposite side. He couldn’t help it. She just looked too adorable.
