Post by elliot jeremiah landing on May 24, 2009 17:55:19 GMT -5
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elliot jeremiah landing ,
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[/color]* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?
household? nice. my name is elliot jeremiah landing. it kind of sounds like a suburban neighborhood - elliot landing. but whatever. i suppose you could say i never recieved a name of my own- elliot is my father's name and jeremiah was the name of my parent's first born son who died in a hit and run. i'm not entirely sure where landing came from... i honestly don't care that much. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
i was a winter baby, born on december seventeenth. it was snowing like mad the day i was born in spotsfishire, england. at first my father didn't want to even see or hold me- he wasn't exactly supportive. but my mother loved me unconditionally the moment i was out in the open. there weren't any sort of complications.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
i'm into girls- i'm sure that's no surprise to anyone.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?
i'm going to make this short and sweet - guitar, piano, composing, running, coffee, parties, drinking, concerts, girls, freedom, and driving fast. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
again, short and (not so) sweet - humidity, football, being bored, neat freaks, overly slutty girls, getting sick, gossip, and everyone knowing my business.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?
i'm scared of dying and not being missed. as if my being gone doesn't impact anyone. that would be one of the worst things, to have lived a useless life.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
as there usually isn't, i don't have a siginificant other at the moment. sure, they're are a few girls i'm talking to and hooking up with, but nothing serious. i tend to avoid serious- twenty one is way to young for that. to me, anyway. i like to keep things casual for now. plus, commitment equals drama. i hate all of that.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?
contrary to what most people think, i don't hate my parents. they hate me. my father, elliot broderick landing, always has. without a doubt. at first he just resented me because he wasn't supportive of my mother's decision to get off birth control and try again with pregnancy. he was unaware that was her goal. if he had known, he would have done something. but over the years that resentment turned to just full fledged hate. until i was about thirteen, my mother, kassidy lynn landing, loved me unconditionally. like every mother should. she was extremely caring and protective- almost too protective. but i let her because i knew it was only because of what had happened to jeremiah. she usually just told my dad to stop whenever he was yelling at me or being just.. rude. but it seems like the minute i became a teenager and got in the tiniest bit of trouble, she completely flipped out and suddenly took his side. anything i did or said was wrong, and it was the worst feeling. it actually made me more rebellious. right now they're still living in jacksonville, florida. i escaped to la the minute my graduation ceremony was over. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
my parents had one other child- a boy before me. his name was jeremiah brandon landing, and he was killed at the age of four. what i've gathered is that he went outside to check the mail. spotsfishire was not a very populated area- in fact, it's mostly countryside. so no one thought of any sort of danger. my mom even watched him from the window to make sure nothing bad happened- apparently jeremiah was very independent and liked to do things on his own. but he didn't stop at the mailbox, because a coin in the street caught his eye and he walked out to the middle of the road. a car slammed into him, killing him instantly, but just sped away. and that's when my parent's world ended. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
i don't have the energy for pets.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
my biggest kept secret is that i attempted suicide when i was fifteen. i took a bunch of different pills, but i just got really sick. my parents really got to me that night- but i feel very weak for doing it. i never tell anyone.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is lauren and i've been roleplaying for too long. i'm sixteen years old, and i found you through an advert. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through pm, love. as you can see, i enjot using rob pattinson as a play-by. oh and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know.
smirking lightly, jason oakley signed off of his screen name and closed the laptop gently shut. he exhaled and let his eyes wander towards the ceiling, which happened to be one of those weird 'popcorn' ceilings. his eyebrows furrowed. what an unattractive decorating idea. but that only held his attention for a few seconds because one, he didn't really care that much about interior design. and two, there were much more pressing things to think about. specifically his impromptu date with miss sonnet rutherford herself. okay, well maybe it wasn't exactly a date. in fact, he'd practically forced the get together. but jason was prepared to look at it at any angle that pleased him, and right now, date was it. he made a face; why did that sound so odd to him? ah, it was because jason usually wasn't a date kind of guy. he tended to just stick with hookups and frequent flings, moving on from one girl to the next in a manner that was less than gentlemanly. he'd been with countless girls over the years, and he had to admit it wasn't exactly a polite way to go about things. the culturely-accepted way was to meet a girl, get to know her, go on a few dates, and gradually develop a strong relationship. his own version was a bit like that, but accelerated. extremely so. but there was something about sonnet that didn't want to make him speed things up. he enjoyed all the time he had with her, and he wanted to make the feeling last. however, the idea scared him. getting close to sonnet was probably going to end up being a lot harder than he was capable of dealing with, but for the time being, he tried not to worry about it too much. so he shoved the thought out of his head before getting up from his computer desk and walking towards the bathroom.
jason took his time in the shower, having an hour to kill. usually this was only a five minute process, but he dragged it on, washing his hair twice and just letting the hot water run over him longer than necessary. once about twenty minutes had passed, he stepped out and wrapped a beach towel around his waist. why beach instead of bath? he wasn't sure of that himself. jason just liked to use them more. the brunette walked around his small house aimlessly for a few minutes before using the same towel to roughly dry his hair. it didn't take long, and after it wasn't dripping wet anymore, he ran his hands through it a bit. jason was never too focused on personal appearance, so instead of keeping his hair nice and trimmed or fixing it appropriately, he just allowed it to do whatever it wanted. some days it looked presentable, other days it just looked messy. today it ended up looking... ridiculous. normally he wouldn't have cared, but he sighed heavily and gave into throwing a beanie on his head. he didn't want sonnet to make fun of him. while he was already at it, jason pulled on a pair of denim jeans and a random tshirt, not bothering to look at the writing. for all he knew, it said fuck you. or i love disney channel. gag. he glanced again at the time and was pleased. he had just completely wasted forty five minutes. jason grabbed his cellphone, keys, wallet, and a jacket on his way out the door, locking it behind him.
the twenty year old started up the engine of his 2007 jeep wrangler, which he'd purchased only a few months ago. he had to admit, it wasn't exactly his style. but it had come at a good price and ran pretty well, so he wasn't going to be picky. jason made it across town in record time; only twenty minutes. that was impressive considering that he had been slammed right into the middle of six o' clock traffic. once he had gotten relatively close to sonnet's house, jason pulled into a gas station real quick. had to pick up her surprise - chocolate ice cream. he smiled at the memory of him lying through his teeth saying that his freezer was bursting with it. it's a good thing they'd agreed to meet at her place, or that would've been a bit embarrasing. after buying a pint of ben and jerrys, the british boy finally made it to the end of his journey. jason jumped out of the car a little too eagerly, and made his way to the front door, keeping the ice cream behind his back in one hand. he rang the doorbell once, and wondered what exactly was going to come out of this evening..
jason took his time in the shower, having an hour to kill. usually this was only a five minute process, but he dragged it on, washing his hair twice and just letting the hot water run over him longer than necessary. once about twenty minutes had passed, he stepped out and wrapped a beach towel around his waist. why beach instead of bath? he wasn't sure of that himself. jason just liked to use them more. the brunette walked around his small house aimlessly for a few minutes before using the same towel to roughly dry his hair. it didn't take long, and after it wasn't dripping wet anymore, he ran his hands through it a bit. jason was never too focused on personal appearance, so instead of keeping his hair nice and trimmed or fixing it appropriately, he just allowed it to do whatever it wanted. some days it looked presentable, other days it just looked messy. today it ended up looking... ridiculous. normally he wouldn't have cared, but he sighed heavily and gave into throwing a beanie on his head. he didn't want sonnet to make fun of him. while he was already at it, jason pulled on a pair of denim jeans and a random tshirt, not bothering to look at the writing. for all he knew, it said fuck you. or i love disney channel. gag. he glanced again at the time and was pleased. he had just completely wasted forty five minutes. jason grabbed his cellphone, keys, wallet, and a jacket on his way out the door, locking it behind him.
the twenty year old started up the engine of his 2007 jeep wrangler, which he'd purchased only a few months ago. he had to admit, it wasn't exactly his style. but it had come at a good price and ran pretty well, so he wasn't going to be picky. jason made it across town in record time; only twenty minutes. that was impressive considering that he had been slammed right into the middle of six o' clock traffic. once he had gotten relatively close to sonnet's house, jason pulled into a gas station real quick. had to pick up her surprise - chocolate ice cream. he smiled at the memory of him lying through his teeth saying that his freezer was bursting with it. it's a good thing they'd agreed to meet at her place, or that would've been a bit embarrasing. after buying a pint of ben and jerrys, the british boy finally made it to the end of his journey. jason jumped out of the car a little too eagerly, and made his way to the front door, keeping the ice cream behind his back in one hand. he rang the doorbell once, and wondered what exactly was going to come out of this evening..
[/color]* CREDITS , ANYONE ?
most of the credit for this goes to take a chance on me over at caution modified by emily for this site - broken lights on the freeway .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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