FLYNN, logan maverick

[logan]

logan maverick flynn

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these issues pin me to the floor
these issues are my overlord

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[/b] logan maverick flynn.
age;; 22.
gender;; male.
band you are affiliated with;; injected hopeless.
position in band;; rhythm guitarist.
sexuality;; there is no such thing as sexuality in logan-world.
play-by;; luke worrall.
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[/b] logan is the kind of guy most people shy away from. he's perfectly fine with that. he actually prefers it. he's got his own circle of close friends, his own circle of the people he trusts, and he doesn't need anyone else in it. actually, as far as he's concerned, he doesn't need anybody. sure, he's become accustomed to having his friends around, but that doesn't mean he needs them. some people might, but logan doesn't need anybody and he doesn't need anything. he's very confident about that. he believes he's strong enough to carry on by himself, and he's been that way for a long time now. he's also been kind of a jerk since... well, birth. he's bitter towards almost everyone and everything, and that's just how he is. some part of him has decided he has a privilege to do so since his life hasn't exactly been the best, and that's actually a little hypocritical of him, seeing as he hates it when people complain about things, but being an asshole is basically his way of complaining, even if most don't realize it.

he does, however, have his charms. normally, said charms aren't used with the best intentions in mind, but he does possess them. most of the time when logan is being charming, you can just assume that there's something he wants, whether it's to get in your pants or to get you to do something for him. at least, if you're not his friend. if you're a friend of his, then it's to be expected that he'll just be kinder towards you than he is to most people. it's not always very easy for him, though. kindness isn't something that logan is used to flinging around left and right, and that, combined with his bluntness, can combine to make some things be said that really should not have been. how forward he is is not to be confused with how truthful he is, though. really, logan will tell the truth if he wants to, and the rest of the time, anything that comes out of his mouth is just a gamble. even trusting him is a gamble something. he doesn't do promises, so if he says he'll do something, you'll just have to take his word for it. sometimes he'll follow up, sometimes he won't. it really all depends on his mood and if he feels like being irritating.

one thing you can count on this rhythm guitarist to be, on the other hand, is loyal. when it comes to people he isn't friends with, he's a little rough around the edges, distrusting, and even downright insulting, but when it comes to his friends, he can be almost a different person entirely. a majority of the time, he doesn't even have to fake it. if you're one of his friends and you tell him a secret, logan will take it to the grave. conversely, if you're not one of his friends and you decide that he's the best person to spill your guts to, it's to be expected if your business ends up all over the news. why? because he thought it would be entertaining. so if you're one of those drunks (being in one of the bands on tour and drunk is even worse) that feels the need to spill their guts to the nearest person, it's recommended that you sit next to a friendlier person. because while logan may act sympathetic, he's really more than happy to destroy a stranger's life over some gossip if it nets him some form of amusement.

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history;; " i don't normally keep a diary. i've never tried it before. that's not what this is, though. it's more like... a recording of events as i can remember them. yeah. i just don't know what the fuck to call it. either way, i'm writing it down, but i'm the only one who's going to see the damn thing in the first place, so... where to start. probably the beginning, huh? my mom named me logan maverick. i think flynn's from her side of the family, too, but i don't really know for sure. for whatever reason, it's what was on my birth certificate, so that's what i go by. i never really met my mom. she died giving birth to me, so i guess i've just been a cold-hearted asshole from the beginning. i mean, what a fucking way to start - killing off my mom because she gave birth to me. after that, dear old dad apparently didn't want me. i'm not sure what exactly happened with all of that, but according to hanley, he found me in some alley. i don't know what, if anything, happened in between that. i just know that i didn't stay in the alley for long. to this day, i don't know if it would've been better if i was just left there for dead. sometimes i think the people around me might be better off if i had been.

but that's not how it happened. i mentioned hanley, and, in case i don't remember who he is - or whoever's reading this doesn't know (not that there's anyone reading this because i'm not going to fucking let them) - he was the one that found me. he was sixteen at the time, an orphan who happened to be wandering the streets of california, looking for refuge when he saw me. it's not like there are any caring parents who leave their kids in a thin blanket in an alley, so hanley took me in. he said that he felt like it was his duty or some shit like that. not sure if it was a load of bullshit or if he was actually delusional enough to think that he could take care of a baby when he was barely done being one himself. he always seemed like he was way older than he really was, though. i think it probably had something to do with all that life experience shit.

he was like my brother, hanley. he did some stupid things when i grew up, but he was always there, trying to keep me out of trouble. when i was ten years old, he was twenty-six, and he began teaching me. even when i was younger, he'd kept going to school. i don't know how, because whenever parents were needed, he somehow had it covered without ever actually having an adult around. but he managed to do it without getting put into the system, and he eventually graduated, got his high school diploma and all that. so when i was older, that was how he was able to teach me. hanley said that we couldn't risk me going to school, but i think he was just out of whatever fucking connections he had that allowed him to go. or maybe he just wanted to keep me to himself. at this point, it's all just my guesses. he never really told me his feelings about much of anything. i mean.. he told me some things. like, there were a few times when he said he loved me, but words are just that: words. but i believed him when he said so. he was the only person i really felt like i knew, the only person i trusted. that's just how you feel about someone you grow up with, i guess; you just ignore the things you know they've done because they're familiar.

and i thought i loved him. maybe i really did. i trusted him. he was familiar. he made me feel safe, like i always had a place where i'd belong, even if it wasn't with my parents. so was it really all that wrong when i let him touch me like he did? when i did the same? maybe so. maybe because of the age difference - the first time, i was fifteen and he was thirty-one. maybe it was wrong because we were both male. maybe because we'd grown up like a father and a son would have in a normal family. whatever the reason, everyone's got a viewpoint. mine is that we were in love, so it didn't matter how old we were, what gender we were, not even if we were related or not. that was my fifteen-year-old self, though. i was young, naive, stupid, reckless. i was too trusting, and i believed him whenever he said that we did things like that because we were in love. i believed him when he said he loved me. looking back? i don't know that he ever felt a damn thing for me at all. i don't even know that i felt a damn thing for him, or if he somehow convinced me that i did. sometimes you don't realize things like that until later in life, though. like me.

we only lasted for two years. when i was seventeen and hanley was thirty-three, he managed to get himself killed while he was on some acid. at first, i was kind of depressed. i guess that would be the word for it. but after i gathered up the money he kept around our shitty warehouse-like apartment place and got the hell out of there, i was just angry. he'd just... left. it wasn't like he'd done it on purpose, but he still wasn't there. that's probably part of the reason i left whittier behind and moved to bell. then, of course, there was the fear that someone would find out about me and put me into the system, which was the last goddamn thing i wanted. getting put into the system would mean foster parents for a year, people who wanted to tell me what to do and boss me around all the time. i wasn't going to fucking deal with that, so bell it was. it wasn't extremely far from whittier, but it wasn't really close, either, which meant it was perfect. that was when i really began bullshitting. i got myself a fake id with hanley's money, which said i was eighteen, so it was legal for me to be living on my own. his money was the only thing i could use at first. i had nothing to call my own. so it was hanley's money that bought me a house, his money that bought me a fake license, his money that bought me recommendations for my resume. i ended up working at some fancy-restaurant as a waiter. it wasn't fancy, but it was money of my own, and that? that was a fucking first.

about four months after i moved in, after all my shit was together, i met injected hopeless. that was before they were injected hopeless, before we were injected hopeless. i still have no idea how they put up with me. i wouldn't have put up with me. i would have called me an annoying punk and kicked me out to the streets. for some reason unbeknownst to me, they put up with me. it was probably the guitar, actually. when i was around seven, hanley began teaching me how to play the guitar. said it'd make me a real don juan when i got older - not that i knew what that was at seven years old. anyways, that was how i learned. i just never dropped it. hanley made sure i was into music from a young age, so i guess that's one thing i could thank him for. but... well, that's basically it. though, i guess i was friends with ih before the whole band idea even really popped up. i just went along with it, agreed when i was asked to play the rhythm guitar for them. and now here we are on the if you can't hang tour. that's... all i've got for now. maybe i'll write more of this goddamn autobiography at a later date. my hand's fucking tired.

- logan "
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[/b] callie.
age;; sixteen, damn it.
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;

EXEMPT. ;D Also, I promise that I'm not as fucked-up as Logan. He's just weird. kthxbai. Oh, and if you want an example of my posts, look at Maddox/Eli's application. SOYEAH.

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