Post by hannah on Nov 21, 2011 23:40:58 GMT
jamie ashke bright
any old time you want to come back home
drop me a line, honey, say no more you'll roam
[/center]age;; 26
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; injected hopeless
position in band;; bassist
sexuality;; homosexual
play-by;; ashley purdy
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Jamie can be quite easy-going for the most part, however, he can also be incredibly stubborn. Once he puts his foot down about something, he will get his way, whether you like it or not. He'll be patient about waiting for you to come around, as well. He could wait years, just so long as he gets what he wants in the end. He's very sure that he'll always get his way in the end, as well, and Jamie will refuse to compromise at certain points. Hand in hand with this, if he doesn't believe he should be the one to apologize, you won't, under any circumstances, be hearing the word "sorry" leave his mouth. That's why he's currently at odds with his husband, because he believe Lucas should be the one to apologize and Lucas hasn't yet.
Jamie generally keeps to himself a lot. He's not the kind of person who runs around looking for advice from lots of people. If he's having a problem, most likely, you'll be none the wiser. He's very independent and would prefer to solve problems completely by himself. Jamie likes to think that if he were the last person left on Earth, he'd be able to survive quite well and he probably would be able to. He doesn't need people, but he is rather fond of them.
likes;; music, cream soda, cats
dislikes;; dogs,
quirks and habits;; Jamie has to tap twice on a door frame before he enters a room. Don't ask why; he doesn't know either. He also turns his socks inside out when he wears them because the seams in the toes annoy him too much otherwise. Also, he hates seeing the pattern on the socks get dirty.
strengths;; independent, unfailingly kind, curious, patient
weaknesses;; stubborn, quiet, brooding, snarly
fears;; he's absolutely terrified of dogs. he hates them. they scare the shit out of him.
goals;; get into a relationship that actually works and isn't dysfunctional
history;;
Jamie was born twenty-six years ago to a couple who'd been trying for years. Alanna and Leo had finally turned to fertility treatments and soon found out they were pregnant with twins. MacKenzie, the first born, was born with a hole in her heart and Jamie was born with a hole in his diaphragm and a heart murmur. Both twins were immediately rushed into surgery and both survived. MacKenzie's heart, however, never would properly heal. Jamie, on the other hand, had much better luck and though he does still have a heart murmur, he's otherwise perfectly healthy.
When the twins were six, MacKenzie was rushed to the ER for another emergency heart surgery, and again when they were fifteen. Three years later, Jamie and MacKenzie got into a car accident caused by MacKenzie's heart rate suddenly dropping and her passing out. MacKenzie's chest was crushed by the steering wheel and she didn't make it. Jamie was overcome by unearned feelings of guilt, convinced that it was absolutely his fault that MacKenzie was killed, though it wasn't at all. Jamie took the death hard and took up drinking heavily. It didn't take long for him to turn to drugs as well and before too long he found that he couldn't go a day without drugs. It was around this time that he and his boyfriend, Lucas, got married.
When Jamie was twenty-two, he found out that Lucas was cheating on him and kicked Lucas out of their apartment. Since then, they've been off again, on again so often that it would be pointless for a divorce, even though it's officially been four years. They're currently off, though, and neither one has spoken to the other in four months. Jamie doesn't currently view himself as a married man, though, and probably won't until Lucas apologizes for whatever it is Jamie thinks he's done.
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age;; seventeen
what makes the world go 'round?;;
roleplay sample;;
Two nights ago, Jamie had not been able to stand this girl as she got drunker and drunker; now he was making breakfast for her as if they were married. She sat, shivering, at his kitchen table, her shoulders hunched up to her ears. Her brown curls were frizzy and tangled, sticking up all over her head and her eyes were a dull blue color, the color of a winter morning, the color of hopelessness. Can I get you anything? Jamie asked as he cracked an egg into a frying pan and immediately shook pepper onto it. It took her a few moments to respond--moments that seemed more like years--but Jamie watched as she shook her head. It was a tiny movement, as if she were so fragile that any movement larger would cause her to shatter. And maybe it would. Jamie made a tiny noise in the back of his throat as he slid two pieces of toast into the toaster and turned it on, watching her out of the corner of his eye worriedly. The bare part of her bicep, where her sweatshirt had slipped form her shoulder, was blossoming with purple and blue bruises--flowers where flowers shouldn't have grown. Jamie wanted to reach out to her, to hold her to him and promise her that things would be okay, but lying had never been his strong suit and, besides, she wouldn't believe him anyway. Jamie peeled open a pack of breakfast sausages and dumped them unceremoniously into another frying pan, then turned the fire up to as hot as it would go, an inferno that he could, at least, control.
She didn't move, even as the smell of breakfast filled the kitchen to the brim, making even Jamie's mouth water. His grandmother had always grumbled and complained when people would come into her house, complimenting how wonderfully it smelled. She'd never been able to smell it, sure that the cook couldn't smell what she was preparing. But Jamie could smell this, maybe because he'd cooked everything so quickly, forcing the sausages to cook faster than they should have, the eggs to fry before they were ready. It was alright. Nothing, lately, was going the way it should have.
Jamie placed the plate in front of her with a flourish, murmured Bon appetit as if that were possible, and set himself down on a chair across the table from her. She stared at the plate for a minute or two, apparently trying to figure out what to do with something so mundane when her world had seemingly been so blown apart. Eat, Jamie encouraged and before his eyes, she suddenly turned ravenous, devouring the food as if it were in danger of disappearing. Before Jamie knew it, every bite of food had been eaten and she was looking up at Jamie as if she were begging for more. But Jamie had just used his last egg, had given her an entire package of sausages. He didn't have any other breakfast to offer. She kept staring, her dead blue eyes boring holes into his own before he got up slowly. You get to cook, he told her and walked over to the fridge and took out a pizza crust. Anything you want, he told her, spreading the crust over the counter. Put it on the pizza. Then eat it. Eat everything. I'll help. She stood up carefully, her thin brown shoulders still tensed, as if for flight. It took her a few moments, staring at Jamie heartbrokenly. Esme, he said softly and she, or maybe it wasn't she, parted her lips and whispered, Okay.
She didn't move, even as the smell of breakfast filled the kitchen to the brim, making even Jamie's mouth water. His grandmother had always grumbled and complained when people would come into her house, complimenting how wonderfully it smelled. She'd never been able to smell it, sure that the cook couldn't smell what she was preparing. But Jamie could smell this, maybe because he'd cooked everything so quickly, forcing the sausages to cook faster than they should have, the eggs to fry before they were ready. It was alright. Nothing, lately, was going the way it should have.
Jamie placed the plate in front of her with a flourish, murmured Bon appetit as if that were possible, and set himself down on a chair across the table from her. She stared at the plate for a minute or two, apparently trying to figure out what to do with something so mundane when her world had seemingly been so blown apart. Eat, Jamie encouraged and before his eyes, she suddenly turned ravenous, devouring the food as if it were in danger of disappearing. Before Jamie knew it, every bite of food had been eaten and she was looking up at Jamie as if she were begging for more. But Jamie had just used his last egg, had given her an entire package of sausages. He didn't have any other breakfast to offer. She kept staring, her dead blue eyes boring holes into his own before he got up slowly. You get to cook, he told her and walked over to the fridge and took out a pizza crust. Anything you want, he told her, spreading the crust over the counter. Put it on the pizza. Then eat it. Eat everything. I'll help. She stood up carefully, her thin brown shoulders still tensed, as if for flight. It took her a few moments, staring at Jamie heartbrokenly. Esme, he said softly and she, or maybe it wasn't she, parted her lips and whispered, Okay.
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