Post by jérémie alexandre devereaux on Sept 28, 2008 17:10:16 GMT -5
oh my, jérémie!
what's your name and age, babe?
my name's jérémie alexandre devereaux. jérémie was my grandfather's name and alexandre is my father's name. original, right? anyways, most people call me jem or remie--mostly jem. i turned twenty-two a few weeks ago.
i like mysterious people. you got any secrets?
oh, fuck. well...promise you'll keep it quiet? i'm bisexual and that's no secret, but i do have a secret regarding it. it's about this boy i met...what, two years ago? i don't know, whatever. i don't even care anymore. i fell for him. i was desperately in love with him and i just ended up being so crazy in love i would do anything to keep him. he didn't want to go public, though, and that annoyed the living shit out of me. i respected his choice because i didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. i just didn't understand how someone could claim to love me so much and then say to other people that they didn't like me as anything more than a friend. anyways, i trusted him so much, i wanted him so bad, and i needed him. i trusted him enough that when he said he wanted to be in a fake relationship with a girl to keep people from being suspicious i said it was okay. i told him, however, that if anything ever "happened" with said girl i would be extremely pissed. i thought he told her it was fake. i thought she knew...but she didn't, and now she's pregnant and he and i are over.
so what's my secret? i'm still in love. i'm in denial about it. i blame myself, and i now have horrible trust issues because i think i have horrible judgement.
you think you look
fuck yes. i think i'm pretty much the sexiest beast alive. i'm probably too cocky, but i really don't give any. i've got a pretty regular haircut. it gets refashioned every once in awhile. i jostle it around everyday to make it look nice and then that's done. i've got teal-blue eyes. they're nothing special, but i'm pretty good at utilizing them. my body is like that of a god, seriously. once again, my arrogance is taking over. i'm extremely lanky and tall, but i also have a sufficient amount of muscle on me and i'm not pathetic and pasty. lastly, my fashion sense is...well, i guess you could say i'm pretty regular. metrosexual, maybe? haha, i just like to look nice enough. sloppy people make me annoyed and i feel contempt over them. i usually am wearing a pair of jeans, a band shirt or a nice sweater, a pair of converse, and occasionally a scarf. i'm not over the top, though.
got any distinguishing features?
well, i've got this ghastly scar running down over my knee from when i split my knee open on a rock at the age of fifteen. i think i'm generally a good looking person, but nothing about me is particularly distinguishing. oh! my lower lip is a bit full and my lip's skin is rather thin so they have a very pink appearance. other than that, i've got nothing.
who do people say you look like?
i've heard i look like some guy named joe edney. i have no idea who he is, i bet i'm hotter, and i think we're from two completely different places anyways. whatever, i'm my own sexy ass person.
what words describe you? maybe because opposites attract, y'know.
i'm a quiet person, i'm rather arrogant, i'm seductive, alluring, and intelligent. i don't speak much when i don't need to be. i don't know why, i guess i was raised to be a quiet child who only spoke when spoken to. it wasn't a specific rule, but it's just how it worked for me. i've always just liked myself. i don't know what's wrong with it. i've heard arrogant is the word for it, but...whatever, i'm hot and i know it. i'm seductive. it's part of my quiet, mysterious quality that draws people to me. i actually honestly think seducing people is fun. i also think sex is pretty fun, so...oh, and i can be a bit of a whore sometimes. i don't mind if you call me it. my intelligence level has always been quite high. i'd been educated in private schools from a very young age and i pick up on things quickly. i'd like to think i'm pretty understanding of everything as well.
habits can be kind of funny, don't you think?
i tap my fingers when i'm nervous and when i'm bored. i always break silence where there is one that i haven't personally created. i inform people about random things all of the time, talk about random subjects to the best of my knowledge, and i tend to try to out fact people. that's about all, though.
what're some of your likes and dislikes?
i hate, hate, hate anyone who can outsmart me. most of my hatred comes with other people's personalities. i love people who look nice and then it turns out they have nice personalities, too. i like cuddling after sex. i'm obsessed with orangina. i hate heights with a passion. american culture kind of annoys the living crap out of me. i hate falling asleep by myself. i love rainy days. i hate television, but i love movies. i think documentaries are amazing. i'm actually a director and a photographer, so obviously things like that spark my passion. i hate bitchy girls, but at the same time overly sweet people...well, i can't stand them. i love sarcasm. i hate when people ridicule me. i love...myself? yeah, let's go with that. i love animals. i hate big houses.
you've got some weaknesses? you shouldn't tell me, i'll use it against you. you've got strengths, too?
hm, well, my weaknesses? i'm not someone who would usually admit to these kind of things. i'll tell you anyways. my neck, but not many people are in it with me long enough to actually know that. oh, you meant weaknesses in my personality? i guess i'm really a sucker for affection and i actually get touched by sweet gestures. i'm too reserved about my own feelings, but i am really good at hiding my emotions! i'm really, really, really sensitive in all honesty, but like i said i have never really shown these emotions to people before. i have a slight case of ocd as well, and i'm often bugged by nitpicky details.
as for my strengths, i cannot really say. i suppose i'm smart and i'm good at understanding things right away. i'm pretty good at explaining things and i tend to be at least mildly patient people. my skills when it comes to film are rather superb. otherwise? i don't know. i'm pretty fucked up.
what are the main points of your lifetime?
i was born to this guy named alexandre and his wife martine. i grew up very priveleged, private schools, tutors in whatever new thing i had become interested in...that's almost all. i grew up with my parents completely accepting of any choices i made. when i started bringing men and women home with me at night (or bringing anyone in the first place) they didn't really have a care. i was concieved when my mom was sixteen, so...well, anyways! i split my knee open when i was fifteen - i fell down and killed it on a piece of glass. painful as fuck, man. i moved out of the house when i was eighteen and attended college. i graduated last year. i met the love of my life there, but like we were talking about before, that didn't work out very well for me. i kind of just...had trouble with him after awhile. by the time he told me that he had impregnated some girl, i was already just so upset that i burst. i'm not usually an emotional person, but i broke down. i cried the hardest i'd ever cried and the first time since when the doctor touched my cut. i stayed in my rooms for days and now i'm back to normal i guess. i think i'm back to normal, i act it, but i just know i'm not. that's pretty much my life in a paragraph. i'm boring, no? why don't you and i make some new memories?
the worst point of your life must have sucked, yeah?
when he told me she was pregnant. that was...disgusting.
but i guess the best time made up for it? it always does.
the worst memory was after, though, so i guess my life sucks! when i graduated, maybe? or it could have been when he said he loved me and i said i loved him back. no! let's get past that shit, okay? let's go with...when i got my new puppy one week ago. yeah, that was great.
hi, i'm rosie and i think i'm pretty awesomesauce. i've been around the block for five hundred and eight (fourteen, actually...) years, but the roleplay scene's only been my thing for two years/months. i got over to this place through myself, so let's give them a shout out. oh, and by the way, i play indie daring here too.
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[/font][/quote]He buried his head in his pillow when his alarm went off - wait, when in hell did he get an alarm? He looked at that stupid room mate he was set on getting rid of as he got up, going over and giving a thoroughly harsh kick to his shins.
"That thing has to go, man," He glared. "The alarm clock, of course. It's such a fucking pain in the ass to actually wake up on the weekend-esque time...well, when I don't have any classes. So fuck you and your alarm clock, okay?" He was a cranky boy in the morning. Tristan then dressed himself in a white shirt, a pair of gray, tattered tight jeans and his converse.
After falling back asleep for a few minutes and then waking up again as his roommate decided to force him up again. "Fuck you!" He whined and at this point he actually got up, going to be outside of his dorm and away from anyone who lived there. Tristan really was a solitary being when it came to sleeping (unless there was cuddling involved, of course).
The blond boy huffed loudly as he left the building, trying to find a good place to go and sit around like the lazy ass he wanted to be so badly. He was walking through the parking lot in order to get to another one of the buildings - go pay some of his water friends a visit, perhaps? They all lived in even more luxurious dorms than he did and well, those beds were amazingly comfortable.
It was there in the parking lot that for some odd reason, he found his very own Parker sitting around in an almost sulking manner. It was this that caused Tristan to go and plop down by his side, barely holding himself up with withering arms. He pouted theatrically as he looked at the boy he was alone with in the morning (at god know's what time).
"What's wrong, babycakes?" It was almost mocking, but also sweet... maybe. Oh, but Tristan did care a little bit about the sad expression on Parker's face. He looked away for a second as he produced a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and a lighter, proceeding to light one up and blow out some smoke.
He tilted his head to the side. Blue eyes wide as he looked back to the other boy. He couldn't help but to look him over once. His got a horribly good feeling in his lips and the pit of his stomach by looking at this other teenager - probably one he couldn't explain exactly.
"And to be polite, how're you, mister Parker?" He looked away for a second as he blew some smoke and resisted the urge to jump on the other right then and there. In a parking lot? Bad, no Tristan, bad. This was not a good spot for things unless you were completely okay with people seeing you if they walked by.
It was pretty interesting how the people seemed gone, but it was okay, too. He liked being alone with Parker. It made him feel good. He didn't actually feel that good too often, either. But he again thought those thoughts - Be good, Trist...
FINISHED FINISHED FINISHED.
For Lou, of course.
