Post by jasey on Jul 17, 2009 9:32:32 GMT -4
JASEY RAE DOBSON
"dancing in the alley, with a streetrat night life."
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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• • FULL NAME , jasey rae dobson.
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] april 13 & seventeen
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] straight
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] merch for all for scarlett
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , 106 lbs & 5'1.
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] green.
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] a scar, barely noticeable, on her left elbow when dylan dared her to climb the tallest tree in the park.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] Savannah Acoustic
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] the thing about jasey’s wardrobe, is that it’s simple. she doesn’t pay much attention to little detail, the reason being that it was never pushed on her, never had much significance. however, she still finds that loophole to be creative with the way that she dresses. through thrift stores and copied attire, she doesn’t necessarily spend as much time on her outfits that the final outcome might suggest. it’s that perfect solution that few people have yet to master. look like you enslaved over your clothes for days, when really, you can barely remember where you might have bought them. and this isn’t to say that jasey doesn’t care about her appearance. because that would be a lie. but spending all day in front of the mirror, fixing every last piece of hair just never appealed to her. she prefers a few minutes looking over her wardrobe, maybe a couple more putting her curls in place, and adding the last minute fixes with whichever time she has left.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] whistling, mystery novels, bright lipstick, the smell of hair spray, techno music, pencil, cheezewhiz, small dogs, anything banana flavored, tight spaces, large crowds, drama, the smell of cigarettes, and guilt trips.
• • LIKES , the color yellow, herbal tea , writing in pen, sushi, the rain, green skittles, blowing bubbles, animal print, acoustic guitars, music, the gentleman, oversized sweaters, movie marathons, sunny weather, thunder storms, and vinyl records.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size]
always willing to help, can keep a secret, optimistic, can generally stay away from drama, smart on her feet.
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] overanalyzing, cracking under pressure, giving over the benefit of the doubt, being naive, terrible liar.
• • FEARS ,[/size] very small spaces, snakes, strangers, large crowds, losing those close to her
• • SECRETS ,[/size] sometimes she blames herself for her brothers death, and for not being around to prevent him from driving home that night & she’s always been a little jealous of her sister. also, she doesn’t like to tell many people about her anxiety because it embarrasses her.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] the first thing that people tend to pick up on about jasey, is that she’s soft-spoken and tends to keep to herself. shy might even be the wrong word, as it’s generally because she doesn’t do well with new people, or new situations. this could be from her anxiety, which is usually spurred from any sort of nerves that she picks up in front of strangers, or an awkward situation. so, in order to prevent anything like that, jasey tends to only fall close to a few select few people. it takes a lot for her to grow comfortable with you, despite how trustworthy of a person you might be. and a large group of friends was never her cup of tea. it never phased her, anyhow.
over the years, she almost built this wall that rarely, she allows herself to put down. though despite it, it wouldn’t be right to say that she’s a generally cold person. because honestly, jasey is generally caring and overall naive to the bad in people. she’s easy to take advantage of, no matter how many times she tends to overanalyze situations. for the right people, she’s easily convinced, easily steered away. and it’s because she likes to give people the benefit of the doubt, no matter what their first impressions might be. sweet and always willing to help a hand, she can think and debate for hours, but if she sees no harm (which she generally doesn’t) then she’ll fall into the sort of traps that you may or may not have lured her into.
though around the few people that she’s close with, jasey would much rather become one of those carefree sort of people. and for the most part, it’s easy for her to let loose and forget about all of the things that might worry her otherwise. she loves to have a good time, to kick back and relax, however it’s difficult nearly three quarters of the time for her. she can come off as a completely different person, once jasey is able to let go of her anxiety, and all of the analyzing she tends to do. she loves to laugh, and she’ll hold you so close to her if you’re one of the few people she lets in. she’s found over her life so far how difficult it can be with other people, and because of that she gets close with the couple of people in her life that she knows she can rely on.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
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[/size] olivia dobson, student, 20. dylan dobson, 19, deceased.
• • PARENTS , matthew dobson, lawyer, 43. vivian dobson, interior design, 39.
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] none worth mentioning.
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] jasey had one boyfriend a year or so ago. right after her brother died, she fell to his best friend for comfort, and it might have been them caught up, and her needing somebody there, but he was two years ahead of her, and they broke up when he left for college.
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] none.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] brooklyn, new york.
• • HISTORY ,[/size] Jasey was born in Brooklyn, New York. She was the baby of the family, with two older siblings, a brother and sister. Growing up, Olivia was perfect. Literally, she was the ideal child that most of the time, Jasey found herself comparing her to. And this could have been a distraction, something to get her mind away from the fact that every night, her parents were bickering. All of the time, as loud as they could, almost unbearable to be in the same home with. And that was where Dylan stepped in. He was her best friend, that brother of hers. And from the minute he could take her anywhere, he’d use any excuse to get her out of the house, and away from their parents. He brought her to local shows with him and his friends. That was what Jasey remembered the most. And part of the reason that it hit her so hard, the night that Dylan died driving home from some high school party. He was drunk, Jasey could remember sitting in the back seat of their families car, on the way home from the hospital where he was pronounced dead. Her mother was sobbing, mumbling to herself and looking for support. And of course, her father just drove, eyes set ahead of him, until finally he snapped. That was the first night that she saw her father lay a hand on her mother. And from their, it escalated out of control. It became nightly occasions, their physical fights. And to escape it, Jasey found herself retreating back to those shows. The same bands, the same venues that Dylan would have taken her to, anyway. That was where she discovered All For Scarlet.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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[/size] fifteen.
• • YOUR NAME , kara.
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] three, i think.
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] PM or AIM: xo caraaa says
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size](:
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] -ADMIN EDIT-
• • NOTES ,[/size] uhm, so. yeah (:
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size]
LETS WRITE A SONG THAT WE CAN DANCE TO,
because they all want to listen
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SHE DIDN’T LIKE TO TALK about her and Jasper whenever Hayden was around. That being said, she hardly spoke about it much to begin with; however, he was one of, if not the biggest contender that she felt the need to watch the subject around. They were friends, Hayden and Jasper. And it shouldn’t have mattered, really. But for reasons that were still beyond her, it just didn’t feel right. She liked it better left unsaid, she decided. It was less complicated this way.
BUT THERE WERE ALWAYS THOSE MOMENTS. Every so often it would get awkward. Jasey was fully aware that Hayden knew what happened during those caravan get-togethers. The ones that, coincidently, her and Jasper would disappear a few hours into. There was no way to look past the obvious. And despite it, he never really said much of it. It could have been to be polite, though at other times, more crucial times, he appeared to lack in that. And she didn’t see much reason for him to avoid bringing it up, other than the fact that he knew it made her uncomfortable. She appreciated it altogether, to be honest. Yet when discussion of that previous night got questioned, Jasey found herself scrambling for some sort of excuse. And Hayden took those awkward stories where she’d suddenly developed a crucial headache, or “gone back to the caravan” to grab another sweatshirt. He didn’t question it, even when she probably expected him to.
A SLENDER HAND RAN THOUGH the ivory of her hair, eyes fixed for another minute on Hayden as he fell back, his face suddenly thrown from her line of vision. She didn’t need to look at him. In fact, her mind was elsewhere anyway. Lately, she hadn’t been paying much attention to anything even remotely close to what she should have been. And it might have been because she just couldn’t focus. When you were folding, arranging, rearranging, and selling eight hours a day, six, sometimes seven, days a week, there was a point where you took up to any distraction that you could find. Jasey had hit the fan a while ago.
SHE SHIFTED IN HER SEAT, making room for the boy as he fell in beside her. Hayden’s eyes met hers for brief moment, and even Jasey herself couldn’t decide how, exactly, this was supposed to feel. She studied him, hazel eyes taking in his lanky features, his initial reaction. Somewhere in-between her move to the couch, he’d ended up beside her, eyes scanning down the hall as hers did the same. What, you mean I’m supposed to keep track of them all for you? Again, another smile fell to her lips, flashing him a quick glimpse of bare teeth as she bit at her lower lip. I don’t think so, Hayden. She didn’t take much interest to Hayden’s off-hand relationships. At least, not usually. But with the sudden interest in Napoleon, the girl she’d been around, willingly or not, for practically the past year, she almost felt it necessary to intervene. It only made sense.
ANY SENSE LEFT, THOUGH, had been thrown completely off course between the two of them. It was weird, now that she thought about it. It had started off innocently enough. Two friends, a couple of movies, some pizza and popcorn. Everything they’d done on so many occasions before, that Jasey had eventually lost count. And she couldn’t decide how, or when, it had suddenly taken a turn for them. But somewhere along the lines of that night, she’d kissed Hayden Channing. Even recapping it now was weird. Because it hadn’t been some innocent kiss that they both took for a mistake. No, if anything, they’d both pondered over how to react to it, even. And the worst part of it all? She’d gone back for more, maybe even looking for the subtle hints that proved he wouldn’t mind if they were to dive right into it again. And the whole ordeal confused her, to be honest. One minute she’d been curled up in his bunk, and the next there he was, so close that it would have been unavoidable to admit that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind. So maybe the idea of it was to have stopped right then, to nip it in the bud while the chance was still there in front of her. God damn, had she screwed that up. Because now that she thought about it, Jasey really hadn’t rejected to the idea. Twice, maybe even three times, she’d just let it happen. Hell, she could have even been the one to initiate it half the time. There wasn’t much left of it, but it had certainly happened, nonetheless.
THOUGH IN ALL HONESTY, Jasey really hadn’t ever looked at Hayden in that way. She’d picked up on his flirty ways, seen firsthand the sort of games he had girls playing just to fend for his attention. And that could have been why she hadn’t ever considered anything between her and Hayden. It would have been humorous, the mere thought of them together. But as she traced back to it just then, her gaze shifting from him, to the floor, and then back over to Hayden, she considered how she really had felt about the whole thing. I mean, she still didn’t see him much different than she would have normally. But still, she hadn’t rejected the kiss. Or, the kisses, even. Any of the kissing, the touching, she hadn’t ever pushed him away. It could have been the fact that, in all honesty, maybe she hadn’t minded any of it. In fact, she might have even liked it.
SOMEHOW, NAPOLEON HAD FALLEN VICTIM to his usual ways. And she almost wanted to warn her friend, because god forbid, the thought of Hayden Channing and an actual relationship didn’t exactly go hand-in-hand. But that left her stuck between a rock and a hard place, if we were getting logical. Sometimes, it was just better to stay out of it. And so she just let it sink in, lips parting in a movement of light laughter before she spoke. Oh, I’m sure that you could. In a heartbeat, I bet. And just like that, he was suddenly drawing himself closer. It caught her off guard, and Jasey hesitated, her hands placed neatly on the sofa on either sides of her knees. A demonstration? The tone of his voice was just as difficult to decipher, and she cracked another smile, leaning towards that uncertain tone, joking almost. I’ve seen it, Hayden. Trust me, I can probably make the moves on Napoleon the same way you would. Sometimes, she just needed to be around him when her day was long, uneventful. She didn’t care if they just sat there and talked, or if it was just being in his company. She would have done it anyway.
JUST TO KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS WHEN,
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