Post by jagger on Mar 8, 2012 20:36:28 GMT -8
JAGGER OWEN WILSON
NAME: jagger owen wilson
NICKNAME: just call him jagger or mr. wilson. nothing else.
AGE : 26
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: bisexual
GRADE LEVEL: staffEVERYTHING ELSE
everything else goes here, include personality, family, history, explain issues further if you would like, include why your character is thee, and anything else you think is important. please don't half ass it. :cTHE TRUE FACTS
NAME/ALIAS: renee
AGE: seventeeen
EXPERIENCE: seven years, bitches
HOW YOU FOUND US: me and alyssa are homies
TRY IT OUT
he didn't necessarily like the stares. of course, he didn't mind them, didn't care about them, but that by no means meant that he had to actually like them. they made him uncomfortable, and maybe that explains why his little brother was the way that he was, but he just didn't like the attention. he used to - back when he was younger and a little more carefree and a lot more well-liked. then he didn't mind attention or people noticing him. but he was different now. maybe jason had rubbed off on him during all those nights they spent together just curled up on the couch watching discovery channel while waiting for kendall to come back from a party or maybe the timid and attention-hating personality had been inside him all along but he had just pushed it aside for cate. he didn't know. he just knew that he didn't like that all the people were staring at them and that he was getting attention. he knew he usually got it. however before people made an effort to try and hide their stares and whispers because he was "the scary Wilson" and it was smarter to poke a sleeping bear.
now, though...now they openly gaped and he got a little bit of an inkling as to what it was like to be jason - gaped at and studied and observed. it was unnerving. maybe kendall liked it but jagger certainly didn't. his time with addison was special and private and personal. he didn't care if cain saw it or kendall or jason or even that stupid boy who was always tagging along behind jason now like some sort of lovesick lost puppy. they were family (minus strange puppy boy) and knew addison well. he didn't care if they commented on their friendship. but strangers? people he left behind a long time ago? they had no right to stare and he reminded them of it by glaring daggers at a couple who was staring at the pair of them intently. honestly, didn't they have anything better to do than sit around and intrude on his personal space? there was a reason he gave up on trying to impress people and this was one of them. they were all nosy little shits that weren't worth the trouble they caused.
he turned his attention back to addison before long, though, expression softening as he tried to tune out everyone around them. honestly. people these days. "you better not go near my shower," he repeated sternly and then took a long sip of coffee. he missed this. easy conversation that didn't involve him having to either be nice because they were related or make every third word 'fag' or fag-related because it was cain. it was just...simple. easy. "i'll visit some time soon, though," he continued, rolling his cup between his palms absentmindedly. "you'll have to escort me around the place or some shit soon. because i miss her, even if i can't swear around her." he glanced over her shoulder as she did and shook his head at the familiar faces, resisting the urge to glare again. people these days. seriously. they'd seen him and her talk before. it wasn't like it was a foreign fucking concept. but he addressed her question about work to keep his mind off of it. "if we're being honest, most of the usual dick heads seem to be steering clear this week," he said with a smirk that was almost a smile. "or they're all pretty ladies so i just pass them cain's way. lord knows the man needs to convince someone that there's a little bit of hetero in him." he shrugged. "i guess it's just been a good week."
now, though...now they openly gaped and he got a little bit of an inkling as to what it was like to be jason - gaped at and studied and observed. it was unnerving. maybe kendall liked it but jagger certainly didn't. his time with addison was special and private and personal. he didn't care if cain saw it or kendall or jason or even that stupid boy who was always tagging along behind jason now like some sort of lovesick lost puppy. they were family (minus strange puppy boy) and knew addison well. he didn't care if they commented on their friendship. but strangers? people he left behind a long time ago? they had no right to stare and he reminded them of it by glaring daggers at a couple who was staring at the pair of them intently. honestly, didn't they have anything better to do than sit around and intrude on his personal space? there was a reason he gave up on trying to impress people and this was one of them. they were all nosy little shits that weren't worth the trouble they caused.
he turned his attention back to addison before long, though, expression softening as he tried to tune out everyone around them. honestly. people these days. "you better not go near my shower," he repeated sternly and then took a long sip of coffee. he missed this. easy conversation that didn't involve him having to either be nice because they were related or make every third word 'fag' or fag-related because it was cain. it was just...simple. easy. "i'll visit some time soon, though," he continued, rolling his cup between his palms absentmindedly. "you'll have to escort me around the place or some shit soon. because i miss her, even if i can't swear around her." he glanced over her shoulder as she did and shook his head at the familiar faces, resisting the urge to glare again. people these days. seriously. they'd seen him and her talk before. it wasn't like it was a foreign fucking concept. but he addressed her question about work to keep his mind off of it. "if we're being honest, most of the usual dick heads seem to be steering clear this week," he said with a smirk that was almost a smile. "or they're all pretty ladies so i just pass them cain's way. lord knows the man needs to convince someone that there's a little bit of hetero in him." he shrugged. "i guess it's just been a good week."