Jude Doyle
Mar 14, 2009 23:14:00 GMT -5
Post by Jude Doyle on Mar 14, 2009 23:14:00 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Jeli
AGE
jineteen
GENDER
jemale
CHARACTER
NAME
Judy Monty Doyle
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Junior
GENDER
Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Creative Writing
LOOK-A-LIKE
Kieran Culkin
PERSONALITY
Jude has an eerie personality. His character is highly questionable, and people tend to stay clear of him. Nothing about him is pleasant, and he tends to shy away from crowds and people. His only true motivation is money. It’s the reason he studies so hard, and the reason his grades stay way above average. All he wants is money and he doesn’t want to work very much in his future to acquire it. It could be because he’s an extremely anxious person and the idea of being wealthy in his future is comforting. All-in-all, he’s extremely temperamental, often ranging from seemingly cool and collected to volatile and dangerous. Though his dangerous side is rarely seen because of his tendency to stay far away from people who could possibly piss him off. It doesn’t take much to set him off, but the one thing that will get him going at the drop of a dime is disobedience. When he isn’t listened to, or feels like people aren’t hearing him that’s when he’s the most angry. In no way, shape or form is he trustworthy, he’d quickly give up his best friend if it meant personal gain; exploiting people is his specialty especially if it means he gets something in return. When opportunity makes itself clear, he’ll jump without thinking too much about it. Though he tends to do most things in secret and when his cover is blown, he slinks right back into hiding,
Adaptable to changing situations, his allegiance lies with himself and promises mean absolutely nothing to him. He can be prince charming in one instance and your worst nightmare in the next. Usually he’s self-absorbed, but when he finds someone else to be interested in, he dives right into anonymous, uncanny flattery. Or at least what he thinks is flattery, which to other people may appear creepy and stalkerish. Which is extremely contradictory and ironic since he’s highly suspicious of other people, and their motives. Socially he tends to keeps to himself and is evasive and deceitful about personal information and anyone who finds out too much about him is either a really good detective, or they’re nosy. He doesn’t react well to nosiness, in fact he has a way of threatening people without actually doing much threatening, but the intensity of his stare and the darkness of his words tend to get the point across pretty well. He resents people who are financially or socially successful, because he’d never had riches as a child, or anything nice for that matter, and he wasn’t a people person…to put things lightly.
He’s extremely conscientious, and meticulous with everything he does. Especially when he’s being secretive, never overstepping anything and taking everything step by step, making sure that nothing can be lead back to him. Basically if he was creeping around at night and it was snowing, he’d find a way to cover his tracks. That can also be said about his surroundings, he pays a great amount of attention to what’s going on around him even if he doesn’t necessarily get involved in it. Paying attention to conversations and people, and once he finds one person who interests him, he locks onto them and admires them from afar. People he tends to gravitate towards are the weak and the feeble; vulnerable people who tend to shy away from crowds and people. Though if confronting them in person, he only does it when he and that person can be alone. Talking around others doesn’t appeal much to him. He’s extremely impulsive, whatever comes to mind first is the right decision, no matter what. He doesn’t have a very good sense of humor, in fact it’s basically non-existent, but when it makes an appearance it’s extremely dry and holds an air of eeriness making it unfunny.
He has a healthy libido and can be flirtatious and seductive when he feels confident; however, his lack of sincerity tends to put women off. When he does get lucky, his hidden atypicality comes out and he enjoys unusual and kinky experiences. And it is definitely not restricted to sex—he habitually seeks out outlandish and countercultural groups and situations, as long as his anonymity and safety is assured.
APPEARANCE
Jude isn’t the most beautiful of people, in fact he’s never been described as good-looking. The look of his oval shaped face isn’t very appealing. The complexion of his skin isn’t the best in the world. Not that he worries any about his complexion, he’s had more important things to worry about. Besides that, his face and a good majority of his entire body are bespeckled with light and dark brown freckles. His skin could in no way, shape or form be described as smooth or baby soft but to the touch it isn’t too rough. His hands and fingers however are contradictory as they are both callused and rough, but clammy and sweaty at the same time at all times. His dark hazel eyes are one of the best features on his body - 'cept the the dark circles under his eyes - though being under his gaze isn’t at all comfortable or appealing. There’s always something odd and creepy about his stare, mostly because his eyes rarely hold any emotion in them, something he’d learned to control from a young age as protection.
Though he tries to shower at least once every couple of days, he often smells vaguely attempted b.o. murder by cologne. His hair smells bad, and looks just as bad as it smells. There’s rarely a day where Jude’s hair doesn’t look like it’s filled with an excessive amount of grease. His clothing style…really isn’t a style at all. He usually wears things found in his floor, and they normally look and smell like he just picked them up and put them on. He wears loads of black and had never been seen in anything extremely light. Dark colors are his clothing choice, as with his shoes which aren’t the best kept shoes, and are a size or so too small. Not that he doesn’t have other pairs that were bought for him, he just chooses to wear those particular ones all the time.
HISTORY
Born prematurely at midnight on the 17th of September to a teenage mother in Arlington Hospital located in Arlington, VA, Jude Monty Doyle was a very sickly newborn. He was extremely susceptible to infections and disease, and thus he was kept in an incubator for weeks until he was well enough to breathe and work on his own. But by that time his teenage mother had fled the hospital, without a trace. No information to find her, nothing. It would later come to be found that the applications she’d filled out, were not all legitimate and were full incorrect information. The one bit of information that was perceived as true was the one sectional box that contained the name of his father, his information and where he could be reached and found. When he was contacted, he came to claim his son, signing enough papers and gaining full custody of the baby boy. Sadly, doctors then thought that his outcome would turn out like many of other similar cases like his own. That he would end up being put into an orphanage, becoming a government child. It’s been a miracle that his father, Dennis, has stepped forward.
Things after that were great for Jude – named by his father after his great uncle who’d died of cancer a few weeks earlier. His father took amazing care of him, and kept the boy as healthy as he could be – except for the occasional sickness that threatened to overcome him due to a frail immune system. He kept him happy and though he had little money to give to get the boy nice things like other toddlers and children received from their parents, he made up for that in how much he loved the boy. And it showed, greatly, how much he cared for Jude. It stayed that way for two years, happiness and amazing single parenting. Until Dennis began experiencing a series of odd feelings. Numbness of the face and eventually spreading to an entire side of his body, random bouts of inexplicable confusion, temporary blindness and eventually severe headaches paired with dizziness and extreme pain while walking. Of course, Dennis knew that these were not normal feelings and that he should see a doctor, but lack of medical insurance and money kept him hoping that it would just go away.
And eventually it did, for almost a year, but then tragedy struck and the inevitable happened. Dennis became victim of a stroke, and he died a few hours later from lack of medical attention. He was found by his neighbor hours later, little Jude asleep on top of his chilly father. It was a sight that chilled her to the bones – one that would stay with the boy forever especially when he was old enough to know what had happened – and she quickly grabbed the baby and called emergency services. It was later determined that high blood pressure and blocked arteries were the cause of his stroke and if he’d only been found earlier, he may have had a fighting chance of living, though his brain had already began deteriorating. Like expected, with no one to care for him, Jude was seized by child protective services and placed in an orphanage. And eventually he began bouncing from home to home, ending up in places where people only took in orphaned children for the money the government provided. There was no love, no happiness…something Jude had been accustomed to. There were good people who eventually gave him up because they thought something was wrong with him. He’d become mute, of his own choice.
And then there were the bad people, who frequented his life. Ones who didn’t give a care for him, or even other foster kids they’d taken in. Those he could deal with, he’d learned as he grew not to get too close to people, or care that they didn’t care because they’d probably be gone few days, weeks or however long later. The ones that he couldn’t deal with were the prowlers. The ones who preyed on the children they took in, sexually harassing him and making him do things he’d never known before, and didn’t enjoy in the slightest. Things that would shape his life as he aged and became an adult. Eventually he became a bitter child, unhappy with everything and everyone, including the God that he’d grown worshipping. He blocked everything and everyone out, only showing weakness when no one else could see. Many times he’d tried running away, getting away from the system, getting away from all the wrong that had been subjected to him. And each time he’d gotten caught and placed back in his abusive homes, only making him hate the people who placed him there and the negligence that they were indisputably known for. Revenge became a frequent thought in his mind; almost always there along with millions of things he could do to the people who hurt him.
He’d grown into a smart boy, street wise and school wise. Of course he worked extra hard with everything he did so that maybe, somehow he’d be picked out and taken away somewhere nice for his intelligence. Teachers noticed, though they never said much because of how estranged the boy was. Alienated from everyone, his peers, his teachers, only speaking when absolutely necessary – which was rarely ever, he could write whatever he felt or needed. It wasn’t until he made it to high school that his talents were actually noticed – or shunned was more like it. He wrote everything, anything he felt and incorporated it into stories he came up with, with characters that may or may not have existed in his life time but most definitely existed in his head. Dark stories that both scared and intrigued his teachers. There was no doubt that the boy was talented in his writing, but they couldn’t help but be concerned about what the boy was writing about. Death, was the most frequent topic. And the people in his stories almost always died in odd and seemingly painful ways. It wasn’t until he’d gotten placed in his most recent home that he actually began to feel the warmth of another person that he so distantly remembered.
He began living with an old woman, Mrs. Lambert a widow, who’d fostered so many children throughout her lifetime. And in spite of the way he’d been treated by previous foster parents, and his perception of everyone and everything, she was different. Though he’d been scarred so much that he found it hard to get close to her, and he was sure his reluctance to talk to her or interact much with her would put her off and he’d be right back to circulating in the system. So he continued to shirk her, only ever staying in his room, writing stories and doing homework. As months passed and he was still there, and she was still trying to get through and still seemingly cared, he began to loosen up. Talking to her, answering questions when she asked, helping her around the house and eventually allowing her to teach him things like cooking and gardening – though he never really cared much for it, only did it because her back wasn’t good enough. And slowly but surely, his stories began to change views. His view of the world changing, he began to see that like his father, there were actually good people out there, and that message had often come up in a number of his stories. Of course, his stories were still dark, but the edge of darkness and creepiness had definitely eased up a bit.
One day while cleaning his room, Mrs. Lambert found a couple of his stories and couldn’t help but sit and read them while he was off at school and she was blown away by the intelligence and flow of his words. Determining that the boy had a special talent for getting a story across, she looked up the school that her granddaughter had graduated from, one that she still talked about and had always enjoyed and loved. And she wondered, that maybe if she did something nice for the boy, give him an option that not many people could, that maybe his view of the world might change dramatically. So she signed him up, copying one of his lighter, quirky stories, and sending it in. It wasn’t until weeks later that she got a letter back. And she sat him down and explained to him what she had done, and his temper spiked dramatically, almost scaring her to pieces. He yelled about her going through his stuff and being nosy, and trying to get rid of him like everyone else; throwing things before she managed to calm him down and explain. She told him how much she believed in him and that she wasn’t trying to get rid of him because this was his home, and whenever there was a break, he could come home. She explained how she didn’t think that good work should go unnoticed and that if she had to pay his way through that she would.
Though he didn’t show it, he was moved by it, and took the letter she handed to him, opening it and reading it aloud. He spoke of an interview that he would have to go to accompanied by his guardian. After much research and questions about the school, his intrigue was undeniable and he determined that he definitely wanted to give it a shot. And so they went. During his interview he spoke of his stories and the stories behind them. Though mostly he just lied because he didn’t feel they actually needed to know his business; he’d become skilled at it over the years. And a few weeks after much anticipation and tension, a letter addressed to him came in the mail saying that he was accepted to the Academy. And so he went…
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
This was an odd situation. It’d be the first time he’d driven in months, and in a car that wasn’t his. Though he’d driven it back from the lot yesterday and he loved how smooth it drove. Almost like bumps and holes in the road didn’t exist. He was pretty sure his sleepy girlfriend would love it too, it meant a better sleep. He’d made sure to put a small travel blanket and pillow in the backseat for her because he knew he’d be waking her up early. It was also the first time in quite some time he’d be driving with another person who meant the world to him. And not driving with, he’d be the one driving the car for every hour. So he admittedly was a bit frightened by it, because if something went wrong, he was pretty sure this time around he wouldn’t forgive himself even a little bit if he managed to live and she…well maybe he shouldn’t be thinking about those things. But it was a bit too late. He stopped for a minute thinking about if it was too late to fly, get his deposit back and go to the airport. Not only wouldn’t he be endangering her life but the flight time was bound to be less than driving.
He’d never understood why girls actually enjoyed wearing their boyfriend’s things, and he was a bit confused, because she smelled it. “Why do you do that?” he chuckled. Looking over at her, he began walking, but let go of her hand to grab her waist. He realized that though he’d told her his father died, he’d never told her how, he didn’t think now would be the best time, but then if he told her she’d probably be a lot reluctant to let him drive, so then they could fly. “You should know that I love you.” He whispered in her ear before ending up behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist as he led her forward and out the front door. He opened the back car door while clinging to her waist so that he could put his sister’s bags in the back seat before closing it and pressing her against the car. Cupping her face in his hands he pressed his lips to hers kissing her deeply. “Impulse.” He breathed out, smirking as he pulled away and opened her door for her, waiting for her to get in before he closed it and rushed around the front of the car to get in. Though first he patted his back pockets to make sure he had his wallet before taking it out and getting in. He tossed it in the centerpiece somewhere before putting on his seatbelt and looking over at her to make sure she had hers on. Pressing his foot on the brake, he put the car and drive before looking over at her and smiling before turning his attention back to the road and taking his foot off the break to put it on the gas. “And here we go.” He told her as he made his way out of the school lot and drove away from it. “Bye bye GPA, see you in a week.” He joked as he put his free hand in her lap to take.
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[/size]NAME
Jeli
AGE
jineteen
GENDER
jemale
CHARACTER
NAME
Judy Monty Doyle
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Junior
GENDER
Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Creative Writing
LOOK-A-LIKE
Kieran Culkin
PERSONALITY
Jude has an eerie personality. His character is highly questionable, and people tend to stay clear of him. Nothing about him is pleasant, and he tends to shy away from crowds and people. His only true motivation is money. It’s the reason he studies so hard, and the reason his grades stay way above average. All he wants is money and he doesn’t want to work very much in his future to acquire it. It could be because he’s an extremely anxious person and the idea of being wealthy in his future is comforting. All-in-all, he’s extremely temperamental, often ranging from seemingly cool and collected to volatile and dangerous. Though his dangerous side is rarely seen because of his tendency to stay far away from people who could possibly piss him off. It doesn’t take much to set him off, but the one thing that will get him going at the drop of a dime is disobedience. When he isn’t listened to, or feels like people aren’t hearing him that’s when he’s the most angry. In no way, shape or form is he trustworthy, he’d quickly give up his best friend if it meant personal gain; exploiting people is his specialty especially if it means he gets something in return. When opportunity makes itself clear, he’ll jump without thinking too much about it. Though he tends to do most things in secret and when his cover is blown, he slinks right back into hiding,
Adaptable to changing situations, his allegiance lies with himself and promises mean absolutely nothing to him. He can be prince charming in one instance and your worst nightmare in the next. Usually he’s self-absorbed, but when he finds someone else to be interested in, he dives right into anonymous, uncanny flattery. Or at least what he thinks is flattery, which to other people may appear creepy and stalkerish. Which is extremely contradictory and ironic since he’s highly suspicious of other people, and their motives. Socially he tends to keeps to himself and is evasive and deceitful about personal information and anyone who finds out too much about him is either a really good detective, or they’re nosy. He doesn’t react well to nosiness, in fact he has a way of threatening people without actually doing much threatening, but the intensity of his stare and the darkness of his words tend to get the point across pretty well. He resents people who are financially or socially successful, because he’d never had riches as a child, or anything nice for that matter, and he wasn’t a people person…to put things lightly.
He’s extremely conscientious, and meticulous with everything he does. Especially when he’s being secretive, never overstepping anything and taking everything step by step, making sure that nothing can be lead back to him. Basically if he was creeping around at night and it was snowing, he’d find a way to cover his tracks. That can also be said about his surroundings, he pays a great amount of attention to what’s going on around him even if he doesn’t necessarily get involved in it. Paying attention to conversations and people, and once he finds one person who interests him, he locks onto them and admires them from afar. People he tends to gravitate towards are the weak and the feeble; vulnerable people who tend to shy away from crowds and people. Though if confronting them in person, he only does it when he and that person can be alone. Talking around others doesn’t appeal much to him. He’s extremely impulsive, whatever comes to mind first is the right decision, no matter what. He doesn’t have a very good sense of humor, in fact it’s basically non-existent, but when it makes an appearance it’s extremely dry and holds an air of eeriness making it unfunny.
He has a healthy libido and can be flirtatious and seductive when he feels confident; however, his lack of sincerity tends to put women off. When he does get lucky, his hidden atypicality comes out and he enjoys unusual and kinky experiences. And it is definitely not restricted to sex—he habitually seeks out outlandish and countercultural groups and situations, as long as his anonymity and safety is assured.
APPEARANCE
Jude isn’t the most beautiful of people, in fact he’s never been described as good-looking. The look of his oval shaped face isn’t very appealing. The complexion of his skin isn’t the best in the world. Not that he worries any about his complexion, he’s had more important things to worry about. Besides that, his face and a good majority of his entire body are bespeckled with light and dark brown freckles. His skin could in no way, shape or form be described as smooth or baby soft but to the touch it isn’t too rough. His hands and fingers however are contradictory as they are both callused and rough, but clammy and sweaty at the same time at all times. His dark hazel eyes are one of the best features on his body - 'cept the the dark circles under his eyes - though being under his gaze isn’t at all comfortable or appealing. There’s always something odd and creepy about his stare, mostly because his eyes rarely hold any emotion in them, something he’d learned to control from a young age as protection.
Though he tries to shower at least once every couple of days, he often smells vaguely attempted b.o. murder by cologne. His hair smells bad, and looks just as bad as it smells. There’s rarely a day where Jude’s hair doesn’t look like it’s filled with an excessive amount of grease. His clothing style…really isn’t a style at all. He usually wears things found in his floor, and they normally look and smell like he just picked them up and put them on. He wears loads of black and had never been seen in anything extremely light. Dark colors are his clothing choice, as with his shoes which aren’t the best kept shoes, and are a size or so too small. Not that he doesn’t have other pairs that were bought for him, he just chooses to wear those particular ones all the time.
HISTORY
Born prematurely at midnight on the 17th of September to a teenage mother in Arlington Hospital located in Arlington, VA, Jude Monty Doyle was a very sickly newborn. He was extremely susceptible to infections and disease, and thus he was kept in an incubator for weeks until he was well enough to breathe and work on his own. But by that time his teenage mother had fled the hospital, without a trace. No information to find her, nothing. It would later come to be found that the applications she’d filled out, were not all legitimate and were full incorrect information. The one bit of information that was perceived as true was the one sectional box that contained the name of his father, his information and where he could be reached and found. When he was contacted, he came to claim his son, signing enough papers and gaining full custody of the baby boy. Sadly, doctors then thought that his outcome would turn out like many of other similar cases like his own. That he would end up being put into an orphanage, becoming a government child. It’s been a miracle that his father, Dennis, has stepped forward.
Things after that were great for Jude – named by his father after his great uncle who’d died of cancer a few weeks earlier. His father took amazing care of him, and kept the boy as healthy as he could be – except for the occasional sickness that threatened to overcome him due to a frail immune system. He kept him happy and though he had little money to give to get the boy nice things like other toddlers and children received from their parents, he made up for that in how much he loved the boy. And it showed, greatly, how much he cared for Jude. It stayed that way for two years, happiness and amazing single parenting. Until Dennis began experiencing a series of odd feelings. Numbness of the face and eventually spreading to an entire side of his body, random bouts of inexplicable confusion, temporary blindness and eventually severe headaches paired with dizziness and extreme pain while walking. Of course, Dennis knew that these were not normal feelings and that he should see a doctor, but lack of medical insurance and money kept him hoping that it would just go away.
And eventually it did, for almost a year, but then tragedy struck and the inevitable happened. Dennis became victim of a stroke, and he died a few hours later from lack of medical attention. He was found by his neighbor hours later, little Jude asleep on top of his chilly father. It was a sight that chilled her to the bones – one that would stay with the boy forever especially when he was old enough to know what had happened – and she quickly grabbed the baby and called emergency services. It was later determined that high blood pressure and blocked arteries were the cause of his stroke and if he’d only been found earlier, he may have had a fighting chance of living, though his brain had already began deteriorating. Like expected, with no one to care for him, Jude was seized by child protective services and placed in an orphanage. And eventually he began bouncing from home to home, ending up in places where people only took in orphaned children for the money the government provided. There was no love, no happiness…something Jude had been accustomed to. There were good people who eventually gave him up because they thought something was wrong with him. He’d become mute, of his own choice.
And then there were the bad people, who frequented his life. Ones who didn’t give a care for him, or even other foster kids they’d taken in. Those he could deal with, he’d learned as he grew not to get too close to people, or care that they didn’t care because they’d probably be gone few days, weeks or however long later. The ones that he couldn’t deal with were the prowlers. The ones who preyed on the children they took in, sexually harassing him and making him do things he’d never known before, and didn’t enjoy in the slightest. Things that would shape his life as he aged and became an adult. Eventually he became a bitter child, unhappy with everything and everyone, including the God that he’d grown worshipping. He blocked everything and everyone out, only showing weakness when no one else could see. Many times he’d tried running away, getting away from the system, getting away from all the wrong that had been subjected to him. And each time he’d gotten caught and placed back in his abusive homes, only making him hate the people who placed him there and the negligence that they were indisputably known for. Revenge became a frequent thought in his mind; almost always there along with millions of things he could do to the people who hurt him.
He’d grown into a smart boy, street wise and school wise. Of course he worked extra hard with everything he did so that maybe, somehow he’d be picked out and taken away somewhere nice for his intelligence. Teachers noticed, though they never said much because of how estranged the boy was. Alienated from everyone, his peers, his teachers, only speaking when absolutely necessary – which was rarely ever, he could write whatever he felt or needed. It wasn’t until he made it to high school that his talents were actually noticed – or shunned was more like it. He wrote everything, anything he felt and incorporated it into stories he came up with, with characters that may or may not have existed in his life time but most definitely existed in his head. Dark stories that both scared and intrigued his teachers. There was no doubt that the boy was talented in his writing, but they couldn’t help but be concerned about what the boy was writing about. Death, was the most frequent topic. And the people in his stories almost always died in odd and seemingly painful ways. It wasn’t until he’d gotten placed in his most recent home that he actually began to feel the warmth of another person that he so distantly remembered.
He began living with an old woman, Mrs. Lambert a widow, who’d fostered so many children throughout her lifetime. And in spite of the way he’d been treated by previous foster parents, and his perception of everyone and everything, she was different. Though he’d been scarred so much that he found it hard to get close to her, and he was sure his reluctance to talk to her or interact much with her would put her off and he’d be right back to circulating in the system. So he continued to shirk her, only ever staying in his room, writing stories and doing homework. As months passed and he was still there, and she was still trying to get through and still seemingly cared, he began to loosen up. Talking to her, answering questions when she asked, helping her around the house and eventually allowing her to teach him things like cooking and gardening – though he never really cared much for it, only did it because her back wasn’t good enough. And slowly but surely, his stories began to change views. His view of the world changing, he began to see that like his father, there were actually good people out there, and that message had often come up in a number of his stories. Of course, his stories were still dark, but the edge of darkness and creepiness had definitely eased up a bit.
One day while cleaning his room, Mrs. Lambert found a couple of his stories and couldn’t help but sit and read them while he was off at school and she was blown away by the intelligence and flow of his words. Determining that the boy had a special talent for getting a story across, she looked up the school that her granddaughter had graduated from, one that she still talked about and had always enjoyed and loved. And she wondered, that maybe if she did something nice for the boy, give him an option that not many people could, that maybe his view of the world might change dramatically. So she signed him up, copying one of his lighter, quirky stories, and sending it in. It wasn’t until weeks later that she got a letter back. And she sat him down and explained to him what she had done, and his temper spiked dramatically, almost scaring her to pieces. He yelled about her going through his stuff and being nosy, and trying to get rid of him like everyone else; throwing things before she managed to calm him down and explain. She told him how much she believed in him and that she wasn’t trying to get rid of him because this was his home, and whenever there was a break, he could come home. She explained how she didn’t think that good work should go unnoticed and that if she had to pay his way through that she would.
Though he didn’t show it, he was moved by it, and took the letter she handed to him, opening it and reading it aloud. He spoke of an interview that he would have to go to accompanied by his guardian. After much research and questions about the school, his intrigue was undeniable and he determined that he definitely wanted to give it a shot. And so they went. During his interview he spoke of his stories and the stories behind them. Though mostly he just lied because he didn’t feel they actually needed to know his business; he’d become skilled at it over the years. And a few weeks after much anticipation and tension, a letter addressed to him came in the mail saying that he was accepted to the Academy. And so he went…
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
This was an odd situation. It’d be the first time he’d driven in months, and in a car that wasn’t his. Though he’d driven it back from the lot yesterday and he loved how smooth it drove. Almost like bumps and holes in the road didn’t exist. He was pretty sure his sleepy girlfriend would love it too, it meant a better sleep. He’d made sure to put a small travel blanket and pillow in the backseat for her because he knew he’d be waking her up early. It was also the first time in quite some time he’d be driving with another person who meant the world to him. And not driving with, he’d be the one driving the car for every hour. So he admittedly was a bit frightened by it, because if something went wrong, he was pretty sure this time around he wouldn’t forgive himself even a little bit if he managed to live and she…well maybe he shouldn’t be thinking about those things. But it was a bit too late. He stopped for a minute thinking about if it was too late to fly, get his deposit back and go to the airport. Not only wouldn’t he be endangering her life but the flight time was bound to be less than driving.
He’d never understood why girls actually enjoyed wearing their boyfriend’s things, and he was a bit confused, because she smelled it. “Why do you do that?” he chuckled. Looking over at her, he began walking, but let go of her hand to grab her waist. He realized that though he’d told her his father died, he’d never told her how, he didn’t think now would be the best time, but then if he told her she’d probably be a lot reluctant to let him drive, so then they could fly. “You should know that I love you.” He whispered in her ear before ending up behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist as he led her forward and out the front door. He opened the back car door while clinging to her waist so that he could put his sister’s bags in the back seat before closing it and pressing her against the car. Cupping her face in his hands he pressed his lips to hers kissing her deeply. “Impulse.” He breathed out, smirking as he pulled away and opened her door for her, waiting for her to get in before he closed it and rushed around the front of the car to get in. Though first he patted his back pockets to make sure he had his wallet before taking it out and getting in. He tossed it in the centerpiece somewhere before putting on his seatbelt and looking over at her to make sure she had hers on. Pressing his foot on the brake, he put the car and drive before looking over at her and smiling before turning his attention back to the road and taking his foot off the break to put it on the gas. “And here we go.” He told her as he made his way out of the school lot and drove away from it. “Bye bye GPA, see you in a week.” He joked as he put his free hand in her lap to take.
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