Post by daniel sterling on Mar 8, 2010 22:37:43 GMT -5
I CAN’T HELP MYSELF
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SAY HELLO TO DANIEL[/font]
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IT’S SOME KIND OF JOKE
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THE BASICS THE BASICS THE BASICS[/font][/center]
SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?[/B]
Daniel. Daniel Ashlan Sterling. But just Dan is fine. One-syllables are fin for us, lazy-arses.
AND JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?
I'm twenty-three, as of July 25th. I don't go to school. I haven't gone to school for a while. 'Tis not for everybody.
JUST TO MAKE SURE - MALE OR FEMALE?
Very much a boy.
WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING?
Straight. And no mixed feeling so far.
WHERE CAN WE FIND YOU DURING THE DAY?
Probably sleeping, if it's before noon. Otherwise, I'm supposed to be playing the piano, but I get distracted easily these days. Wul, no, I always get distracted easily. It's just worse lately.
WHO DO YOU MOST LOOK LIKE, AND WHY?
They say Jim Sturgess. Must be the hair.
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ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS
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THE PERSON THE PERSON THE PERSON[/font][/center]
WHAT ARE YOU INTO?[/B]
Anything and everything. Be creative. Oh, you mean in general? I dunno, the usual. Redheads, blondes, brunettes. Sex, scotch, sleeping in. I find the mornings are when I actually rest better. Hotel suites, big enough for hosting a good party. Tobacco. I can't go a day without one of these. I like walking. I enjoy going places by foot, especially when I'm not familiar with the path, I love new sceneries. Seafood I'm kind of addicted to. I know I'm risking a bad case of food poisoning one of these days, but it hasn't happened yet and I'm not gonna stop eating it. I love dogs, I own five of them: Bass, Wes, Floyd, Armand and Colosso. Dark tones. And music. That's got to be the most important. I mean, I love playing the classics, I love composing, I love anything I can dance with a girl to, I love guitar riffs. Music is my lfie.
AND WHAT AREN’T YOU INTO?
I dislike people who judge other people. Like, so what if you like to stay away from drugs because they kill brain cells? It doesn't mean you're in the right, you know? Let the rest of us, normal humans, fucking be. And the same goes for people who tease the virgins and that. I don't like mornings, I just don't spin the way the rest of the world does. I hate combing my hair and shaving. I do not like potatoes in any shape or form or plain soda (gotta give me something to mix it with). The hiccups get me in a really bad mood. Retching. It's annoying. Citric smells. Clingy girls. Court citations, who likes those? Being reminded just how bloody irresponsible I am. Responsibility (I know). Conventional, i.e. boring, dates. There's a list.
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
Always been good at playing the piano. I guess the only thing I'm really good at. Although, when I apply myself, I'm a pretty fast learner. I just need to care, you know. I have quite a good ear and a great memory.
AND WHAT DO SUCK AT?
I've heard I'm reckless. I guess they'd be right. I don't think much about consequences, do I? I do fuck up a lot because of that. Also, it's like I have trouble knowing when to stop. I abuse substances, or at least, I have in the past. I'm working on getting clean now. I lack focus, I know. I can be a very determined son of a bitch but I'm too, what was the word she used? Volatile.
WANNA SHARE A SECRET?
I ODed once. It's not pretty. A friend of mine managed to help me, I didn't even have to be taken to the hospital. But I did go missing for two days 'cause I was in a pretty bad shape. I missed a concert and almost got sued. Had to make some story about my blood pressure going up or down or some shit like that. I laugh now, but at the time it was a pain in the arse.
WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF MOST?
Cockroaches. Ugh, they're fucking smart. They know things and they're going to outlive us all. I fear... being rooted to one spot for the rest of my life. I need to keep moving around.
IF YOU HAD TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIFTEEN WORDS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?
Reckless and volatile, like mentioned above. Carefree. Affectionate. Funloving. Dedicated. Passionate. Procrastinator. Addict (ex). Laidback. Straightforward. Mildtempered. Outgoing. Creative. Observant.
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BOTTLES GIVE ME SOMETHING
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THE HISTORY THE HISTORY THE HISTORY[/font][/center]
WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?[/font][/blockquote]
Carey and Shoshanna (neé Foxx). I'm not entirely sure how old they are, but I do know my dad's about five years older than my mum. He owns buildings. She owns art galleries.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
Nope. Just little old me.
ANY OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES?
You could say my agent act like my mother on a daily basis and my grandfather likes to think he's relevant.
TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOU LIFE.
FIRST PERSON. THREE PARAGRAPHS MINIMUM. ANYTHING YOU WANT. THEIR CURRENT SITUATION. THEIR HISTORY. WHY THEY'RE DOING WHAT THEY ARE?
YES WE LIVE FOR THE FAME
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WHAT’S YOUR NAME?[/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE]
jess.
AND YOUR AGE?
twenty-one.
AND WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
i love fireworks. i know. lame.
CONTACT INFORMATION?
pm.
AND A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.He opened his eyes, just barely. They had given him something. He had a feeling they had. He’d been able to sleep, although for how long, he couldn’t tell. He didn’t even know what day it was or whether it was daytime or nighttime. The curtains were shut and he was lying on his stomach. Someone came in and wiped his forehead and the corners of his mouth. Oh yeah. He’d been vomiting for hours. In the end, though, all there’d been was retching motions, Jack arching his back and trying to aim for the bucket they’d placed at the side of the bed, and nothing actually coming out. Nothing left to.
But he was gaining consciousness again and dread washed over him. Not again.
It was a matter of minutes and he was doubling in pain once more.
Upon arrival, his appetite had been nonexistent and Jack had opted for going straight into the bedroom that he luckily had all to himself and try to fall asleep. He’d woken up between damp sheets, feeling as if his brain was trying to crawl out of his head through his ears. He wouldn’t stop shaking. He had goose bumps. Every bone in his body was hurting. And that was only the beginning. From then, he hadn’t been able to leave the bed. A member of staff would come in every once in a while to check on him and all Jack was able to do was moan and complain and throw insults.
And now Jack was ready to quit. He was done. No more of this.
With a lot of effort, he dragged himself out of the sheets and out of bed, and walking slowly, shaking, he managed to make it to the door of his room and call out,
“Nurse!” He tried. “Hey!”
Jack rested a hand against the wall for steadiness and bent his head down as another surge of nausea hit him. For a moment there, he was about to rush toward the bucket, but instead tried to remain still until it was gone, breathing in deeply. He stank. It had probably been days since he’d been in bed, sweating, wearing the same shirt. The room smelled of vomit, even though someone had replaced the bucket for a new empty one. But getting into the shower was the last thing on his mind at that moment.
“I need to make a phone call!” He managed once having semi composed himself.
He had to call Jessica. No, Daniel, his best friend. Surely when he heard how they were keeping him here, he’d come and get him. He had to have forgotten all about their fight. Someone was bound to realize that Jack wasn’t ok in this place and they would come for him. They would once Jack let them know.
“HEY!” He yelled again and he was getting really pissed off that he’d had to insist so much. “I NEED TO MAKE A PHONE CALL!”
It felt like no one had heard still. Or maybe they were ignoring him. Jack, tired as he was, refused to back away from the door until somebody approached the room, and simply rested his wet forehead against the wall and closed his eyes.
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