Post by aroundsurvival on May 12, 2010 19:13:45 GMT -5
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I THINK I'M LOST IN THE LETTERS.[/font]
[/blockquote][/ul][/b], but I generally just go by Ethan, unless you're my mom who likes to refer to me as cupcake. My birthday's June twenty third, 1983, and if you can't figure that out, it means i'm 25 years old. Currently, I work as a guitar technician but I also bar tend on weekends. I'm a dude, in case you couldn't tell by the beard. I'm straight, and I think that just about covers it."[/size][/center][/blockquote][/ul]
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WHEN HER REPLY MEANT EVERYTHING.[/font] [/blockquote][/ul][/center]
"You look really familiar! Have I seen you before?"[/font][/color]
"First off, I'm pretty tall and lanky, and I have thick framed glasses that I'm virtually blind without. As far as style goes, I like a lot of band t's, oh, and plaid. Plaid's good. People joke that I look like a lumberjack though, especially when I have my beard grown in, but one of my close friends says I kind of resemble Billy Hamilton from Silverstein. I also have a huge chest piece, that connects as well as a sleeve that are both very complex. Maybe I'll show you if we get close enough, haha."[/font]
"So, what do you like?"[/font][/color]
"Music is my biggest interest, but I also enjoy writing, nature, photography, frisbee golf, hiking, camping, cooking, and playing pool."[/font]
"And the things you could live without? What about them?"[/font][/color]
"Bugs, in general. They creep me out. I really dislike celebrity gossip, in general. It sets out a really bad example for the upcoming generation and it puts out the image that certain things are okay, when in reality it's not. I also dislike the idea that even with hardwork, I'll never really get anywhere; but I'm trying to work on that thought. The rest of my dislikes are pretty typical; drama, getting sunburned, tapioca, throwing up, douchebags that show up at my bar tending job, the media, in general, and the flawed government system we currently deal with."[/font]
"And what are the things you just can't stand?"[/font][/color]
"Don't get me started, dude. I hate whenever I'm at the movie theatres and there's a group of kids in front of me, talking through most of the movie, or being obnoxious. I didn't pay nine bucks for their commentary. I also hate it whenever people act like somebody they're not, in general. It's so hard to tell nowadays if people are being genuine, and it's quite sad, really."[/font]
"Do you have any bad habits? What about good ones?"[/font][/color]
"I crack my knuckles, a lot. And sometimes I crack the joints in my neck. I know it's completely unhealthy but I can't really help it. Sometimes I wind up drunk dialing people, if I don't give somebody my phone before drinking. I never have too much to drink, most of the time. And sometimes I have the tendency to be a little, well. Blunt. But it's really only when somebody's doing something stupid.
As far as good habits...well. I guess working out counts as a good habit. I'm not a body builder or anything, but I like being in shape. I also eat very well. Along with these, I'm very environmentally conscious. Lastly, I'm pretty punctual. I'm never not on time, and I've grown to realize that pays off."[/font]
"Oh, really? Well, how about the secrets?"[/font][/color]
"Secrets don't make friends, hahah. Um....one time I was at a party. And it was before I started moderating my drinking more than I do now. And basically, I wound up naked, in somebody's closet. It was pretty awful. I also used to be a pathological liar, before it jacked up my relationship with my mother. Needless to say, honesty has been a constant trait that I strive for now."[/font]
"And the fears?"[/font][/color]
"Losing those who are close to me, is probably my biggest fear. Also, just, never learning anything in life. And being in a constant state of ignorance. I like to think I'm fighting that fear though."[/font]
"Do you have any special talents?"[/font][/color]
"Not to brag, but I am pretty good at playing guitar, and bass. I'm also a good chef, but only thanks to my mom."[/font]
"And last but not least, what's your relationship status/history?"[/font][/color]
"Single, not particularly looking, but if I find anybody that I get along with enough that I share enough interests with, it's a prospect. A couple of past serious relationships."[/font]
call me up to confess
THAT IT'S ME YOU THINK ABOUT.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]"Where were you born?"[/font][/color]
"I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska, in a pretty nice neighborhood. Omaha was quaint, but there was nothing really outside of it, for at least a four or five hour drive."[/font]
"And what's up with your family?"[/font][/color]
"First, there's my dad. Not really much to say about him other than the fact that him and my mom got divorced when I was seven. It was for the best though, he was abusive, from what I remember about him. My mom is a sweet, caring woman. Raising my brother and I was hard for her after getting divorced from our father, but she managed to do so and I'd like to think we turned out alright, after a few detours and bumps in the road. My brother's four years younger than me, so he barely remembers our dad. We generally like the same things, although sometimes I feel like he hangs out with the wrong kids. In a way it makes me a hypocrite, but him and I are very close now that he's out of high school. My dad's name is Elton. My mother's name is Holly, and my brother's is Nathaniel."[/font]
"Now, tell me your story."[/font][/color]
"Growing up was a blur. We originally lived in Chicago, though I don't remember much because once my brother Nate was born, we moved out to Nebraska so we could grow up in a "nice, family oriented community." Once the parents got divorced, I never really heard much out of Dad.
Middle school was pretty pointless. It was painful, as is everyone's middle school experience. I don't think I truly started living until high school. And I mean that in both the good and bad ways. I got into a bunch of things that I'm not completely proud of. I know I drink, but I was definitely a partier in high school. And I always had access to pot, if I ever wanted it. All in all, that's where the discord with my mother began.
Eventually, I began lying compulsively. My mother never truly knew where I was, and I'd tell her I was at my best friend's house, when I was really getting trashed at some junkie's party. Eventually I started sneaking weed and alcohol into the house, and my relationship with my mother and brother had completely deteriorated at that point.
I got into a relationship with a girl during my junior year, and things got pretty serious, quickly. I lost my virginity to her because I thought everything was perfect though I realize now, I was just disillusioned. A few weeks after our one year anniversary, I discovered that she had been cheating on me, for months. And at first it didn't sink in for me. I didn't care, because I could just, figuratively, wish the reality of it away. But weeks later, I started realizing what she truly did to me and how much the scenario really affected me. I also realized how wrongly I had been treating my family. My brother was old enough to be aware of the situation, and I'd come clean about everything to my mom. Especially after the closet incident, I knew I couldn't risk my relationship with my family. The only people who were truly there for me, for people who were more than likely, just a phase.
After high school I got my AA in music engineering, and I hope, one day, to be a music producer. That's why I'm out here in Newport. My mom understands why I moved, and is okay with it. And I always make sure to keep in contact with my brother and sometimes he comes down to visit. Right now, I'm just trying to make it on my own and save up some money to finish my degree."[/font]
I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]
"So, here's the deal. My name is
Rachel and
I've been role playing for 2.5 years. Plus, I'm 18, almost 19
years young, and I found you guys
from Teresa oh, and the secret code is rational."
Ethan had just picked up Nathan from airport; it was a nice, early summer’s day. The weather in Newport was always the best around this time. Not too hot, but warm enough for the beach if Nathan so desired. Nathan was a fan of skim boarding, although it was rare for him, as he still lived in Nebraska, back with their mom. The good news was he always spent at least a few weeks with Ethan, if not more. Ethan also goes back up to Omaha every holiday. Ethan was surprised whenever Nathan displayed immediate love towards Newport; Ethan had always taken Nathan as the quieter type and though Newport was essentially, at the beach, it was also relatively close to Los Angeles, the busiest city in the United States.
Nathan plopped down on the couch once they got back to Ethan’s apartment. Tossing his bag aside, he sighed in relief. “Jet lag?” asked Ethan as he closed the door behind him. “You got it,” Nathan responded in accordance. Of course, Ethan had flown many times. It gets hectic, especially later in the morning, into the afternoon. Ethan always took early, early flights to avoid that.
Nate looked around the apartment. Things looked different. Things looked emptier. Then it dawned on him, and he opened his mouth to speak. “Where’s Tiffany?” he asked, realizing her belongings were no longer around. Ethan paused for a moment. “We broke up. Just this past week. I was going to tell you but I figured since you were coming in today, I’d just let you figure it out,” he stated. Ethan was disappointed that things didn’t work out, but Tiffany’s ideals clashed with what Ethan wanted. Even though he’d been pursuing a career in producing, she was rather. Well. Fickle. All in all, Ethan knew he would move on, and be okay. They were headed in their separate directions and the breakup, at least, was by no means volatile.
Nathan plopped down on the couch once they got back to Ethan’s apartment. Tossing his bag aside, he sighed in relief. “Jet lag?” asked Ethan as he closed the door behind him. “You got it,” Nathan responded in accordance. Of course, Ethan had flown many times. It gets hectic, especially later in the morning, into the afternoon. Ethan always took early, early flights to avoid that.
Nate looked around the apartment. Things looked different. Things looked emptier. Then it dawned on him, and he opened his mouth to speak. “Where’s Tiffany?” he asked, realizing her belongings were no longer around. Ethan paused for a moment. “We broke up. Just this past week. I was going to tell you but I figured since you were coming in today, I’d just let you figure it out,” he stated. Ethan was disappointed that things didn’t work out, but Tiffany’s ideals clashed with what Ethan wanted. Even though he’d been pursuing a career in producing, she was rather. Well. Fickle. All in all, Ethan knew he would move on, and be okay. They were headed in their separate directions and the breakup, at least, was by no means volatile.
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