Post by james russell rune on Mar 8, 2012 20:52:07 GMT -8
JAMES RYKER PIERCE
NAME: james ryker pierce.
NICKNAME: jamie.
AGE : fifteen.
GENDER: male.
ORIENTATION: homosexual, however he has not openly declared it.
GRADE LEVEL: sophomore.EVERYTHING ELSE
Jamie is a soft-spoken kid; he doesn’t believe in violence or anything like that, and it’s easy to say that he’s a coward because he will run away from any kid of fight. Vocally he knows how to word things and he will argue if it is necessary or he’s being attacked verbally, but he overall tries to avoid these things no matter how small. While he is friendly, he has a hard time making new friends because he keeps to himself but he definitely will say something to someone, even if it’s just a hello if they seem approachable enough.
Affection. He craves affection and he’s the biggest cat lover in the world; and just about anything that will cuddle with him. He’s a very gentle person and he cares for creatures, no matter how big or small, insect or animal, human or beast. Jamie acts in favor of others rather than himself because he believes that the selfish are the worst kind of human people. He is often smiling because he doesn’t like to spread sadness; he feels that people tend to be sad if you are sad around them, and if he can prevent any hallow feelings, he will – even though he knows that true prevention of being sad is impossible, even for himself.
For someone of his age he’s incredibly intelligent; for the past couple of years he has taken it under his own watch to learn a new language, and now he’s learning a third on his own, as well as a fourth during school. These languages include Russian, German, Japanese, and now French. He doesn’t have much of a social life and he’s read thousands of books of all genres, some he didn’t like, but most he loved. He’s also very much one of those kids that collects comic books and draws anime if he can’t watch it. All in all, he’s a dork, but he loves being one.
His father had sent him here because he was suspicious of him being a homosexual, and the way he dressed/acted only raised these suspicions. His ninth grade year had been spent at a different, public high school, however, and because he received an exuberant amount of bullying, he's hoping that maybe it won't be so bad with a school filled of kids like himself.THE TRUE FACTS
NAME/ALIAS: allie but you can call me fluffy.
AGE: fourteen.
EXPERIENCE: roughly four years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: well alyssa is kind of my buddy.
TRY IT OUT
Derek’s fingers strode across the piano like they were one, his eyes closed as they practically played the piece with a mind of their own. The flawless instrument wasn’t his first choice in what he would play but it seemed perfect, at least for the moment. He knew he was depressed, not clinically or anything drastic like that, but the break up with his girlfriend had hit him hard, almost like a car crash, really. He had been crazy about the girl but he was nothing more than a cover for her; but then again, that wasn’t true. He sighed in frustration as he skipped a key because of his clogged thoughts, slamming his elbows on the keys and closing his eyes to rest them in his hands for just a couple of minutes. It was only Wednesday. How could this week go any slower? He wasn’t himself and everyone around him knew it. He didn’t know if he could take another ‘Are you okay?’ before exploding. No, he was not okay and he didn’t know he would be so call back later, maybe you’ll be lucky.
He stood up from the piano bench and walked over to where the acoustic guitar was; he picked it up and began strumming, looking around and noting that he had about twenty minutes before the glee club was meeting in the room. He loved this classroom; it had every musical instrument you could think of and music was truly his only escape from reality. He would write music in his spare time and his most recent songs were definitely on the depressing side, but then again, who could blame him? He hadn’t been out much and he’d been up in his room with his guitar and his emotions running wild, it was only expected. He hadn’t even really spoken to his Dad all that much but that was mostly because he felt bad about coming home piss-face drunk and having driven like that, as if he didn’t know better. He was beating himself up and he knew it but he really didn’t give a fuck. He had attended most of glee this week and he thought that maybe a day off would do him some good; besides, he didn’t really know that he could face Roxy in the state he was in.
His fingers strummed up and down for almost seven minutes, performing his two latest songs Losing it and Lovesick for an audience of no one, or at least, that’s what he thought. He wasn't particularly proud of these two songs at all, but they were a way of coping with everything that went on and you would think they'd make him sadder, but they helped. He could literally tune the world out and he loved it like no other. He put the guitar down and closed his eyes, bringing his knees up to the chair and hugging them. He was a pretty tiny guy despite what he wished, but it made sitting like this in a chair easier so why not.
He stood up from the piano bench and walked over to where the acoustic guitar was; he picked it up and began strumming, looking around and noting that he had about twenty minutes before the glee club was meeting in the room. He loved this classroom; it had every musical instrument you could think of and music was truly his only escape from reality. He would write music in his spare time and his most recent songs were definitely on the depressing side, but then again, who could blame him? He hadn’t been out much and he’d been up in his room with his guitar and his emotions running wild, it was only expected. He hadn’t even really spoken to his Dad all that much but that was mostly because he felt bad about coming home piss-face drunk and having driven like that, as if he didn’t know better. He was beating himself up and he knew it but he really didn’t give a fuck. He had attended most of glee this week and he thought that maybe a day off would do him some good; besides, he didn’t really know that he could face Roxy in the state he was in.
His fingers strummed up and down for almost seven minutes, performing his two latest songs Losing it and Lovesick for an audience of no one, or at least, that’s what he thought. He wasn't particularly proud of these two songs at all, but they were a way of coping with everything that went on and you would think they'd make him sadder, but they helped. He could literally tune the world out and he loved it like no other. He put the guitar down and closed his eyes, bringing his knees up to the chair and hugging them. He was a pretty tiny guy despite what he wished, but it made sitting like this in a chair easier so why not.
