Post by dixonkingsley on Jun 26, 2010 20:54:54 GMT -6
dixon jordyn kingsley
a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?
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[/font] and i've been roleplaying for ABOUT FIVE [/font] years. i'm SIXTEEN[/font] years old, and i found you through AN ADD ON A SITE I'M STAFF OF[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using GEORGE BOLEYN[/font] as a play-by. oh, and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know ! [/blockquote][/blockquote]` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?- - - - - The name is Dixon Jordyn Kingsley, but you can call me King. Or Dick. Or DJ. They all work. Or, hell, you could even just call me Dixon or Jordyn. I guess I'm pretty open about what people call me. I don't remember what my name means, to be honest. But does it really matter? A name is a name. My name is strange, it's unique. It's pretty cool, too, don't ya think? I think my name fits me amazingly. And, yeah, you know you're jealous.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - I am sixteen years young. Still in the prime of my teenage years, and loving it. I was born on August second, with a twin sister named Darcy. We were born in the amazing year of nineteen ninety-three. Not entirely sure what significance this holds, telling you my birthday and the actual date. Why do you need to know, anyway? Well, whatever. I'm happy to be sixteen. Can't wait until I can get out of school, though.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - I am in the tenth grade. In other words, I'm a sophomore at Carson High School. I just moved here let's say, a week ago? No freaking clue why my parents decided to send me to a school where a shooter recently shot and killed five people, including himself. But, oh well. I don't like school. I've only been to two high schools, though. Janson High School, and now this Carson place. Either way, both are schools, and both make me want to hurl. School has never been a stron suit of mine.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - I was born in White Mountain, Alaska. Yep, folks, I'm a natural Alaskan. That place had a little over two hundred people. Of course, I didn't stay very long. A little after birth, Darcy and I were up for adoption. The only reason I know anything about Alaska is the stories I hear and the stuff I read.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - Well, it's not really any of your bussiness who I'm into. But, I'll tell you anyways. I'm straight. I like women. I guess I don't really mind having a dude, as long as I'm on top, but I would much rather be with a chick... I guess I'm straight with a little curve in there? Well, whatever. I like chicks, and only very occasionally I'll accept a guy.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - Hobbies? Hmm... It's depressing that I can't think of any. Well, I guess one hobby is sitting on the computer. Another one would be sleeping. Does nightly parties count as a hobby? I hope so, because that makes three. A fourth? Um... Surprisingly, I do snap a picture here and there. I actually have a little journal where I keep the pictures. Okay, so, picture-taking is four. Journaling is five? So, computer, sleep, parties, pictures, and journals. Good enough? I hope so.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - Pfft, this is easy! I like piercings of any kind. Those are a total turn-on. I also enjoy a cigarette every now and then. Those are always good. I do a few drugs, and I definitely like those. Alcohol goes along with those, so that sould be a no-brainer. Oh, god, and I love being the center of attention. I love it when my friends are focused on me. It's so awesome. I like sex, of course. What party-goer doesn't enjoy a nice round in the bed? Loud music is love. If it's blasting and making my brain bounce around in my head, I love it. Mmm. And sweet food. That's the best. Chocolate, caramel, all kinds of candy. It's just... amazing! You know what goes best with liquid chocolate? A man to lick it off of. I also like men, but that's no surprise. And when I'm sleeping, I like things to be completely quiet.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - I despise annoying people. You know those people who can't shut up or who bother you? Yeah, those people. I know I'm obnoxious sometimes, but at least I can shut up! I hate being judged. It's so wrong and stupid. Just because I wear what I wear or look how I look, it doesn't mean I can't be cool. I don't like goody-two-shoes people, the people who are all angelic and crap. I can stand them. After all, my sister is one. But it's too much if they can't just leave it alone that not everyone is like them. I hate it when girls try to seduce me and turn me straight. It's not going to work! So stop it! This one's a bit of a secret, but I don't like being alone. I guess it's a fear. I don't like things being too quiet unless I'm asleep. Quiet-ness is awkward-ness. But when I'm sleeping, I hate noise. It's irritating. If I'm asleep, shut up. Blah, and I hate spicy food! It burns.
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - My goals? Well, I actually wouldn't mind getting married. I actually want to get married in a state or place where gay marraige isn't allowed. Wouldn't that be interesting? The guy I plan on falling in love with needs to be unique, just like me. But he can't be exactly like me, because that would just be annoying. But he needs to make me think differently, see through new eyes. And when I get married, I want to adopt a ton of kids. Not literally. Maybe three. How do I plan to get there... Well... I plan on meeting guys and making friends, seeing who fits what I want. Of course I'm still going to party and have sex. And to get kids? Well, isn't that kind of obvious? I'm going to find an adoption agency and pick out which little buggars I want.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - Like everyone, I have fears, too. I fear death. I guess I don't fear death itself, but what happens after I day. I'm afraid of what might happen when I die. I fear change. I'm afraid that something is going to change, and everything in the world will get turned upside down. Kind of like that shooting at this school. Remember when I said I didn't like being alone? Well, that's because my third fear, which is my biggest and the only one that's a secret, is dying alone. I'm afraid that I won't be able to have someone next to me when I die. I want to talk to someone, or have someone talking to me, when I die.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - I am single, right now. And for a while, I plan to keep it like that. I don't think I'm good at commitment, but I'm sure someone could change my mind. For now, I just plan on being with different people. Of course, they'll all know about each other, and I'll make sure everyone knows that I don't plan to stick around. I don't really have any past relationships to go on. I've always been sort of a promiscuous fellow. Either that, or I just wasn't interested enough in anyone to bother with it.
` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.- - - - - I have two sets of parents. My birth parents, and my adoptive parents. My birth mother is named Julianna Martin, and her husband, my father, is Robert Martin. Not sure how old they are, though. I don't have any feelings toward them. No hate, no love. I don't really care about them. May Kingsley is my adoptive mother. She's way cool. Very motherly, but I enjoy it. and Kyle Kingsley is awesome. He's open-minded about everything. May is thirty-five, and Kyle is thirty-six. I almost feel like I'm actually their son. They believe in trial and error with me and Darcy. They let us learn from our mistakes. I guess you could say I use that to my advantage when I do the things I do. Hey, I'm allowed to. I'm not really being a bad kid.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - Darcy Elle Kingsley is my sister. My twin sister. She's sixteen, born on the same day. We aren't as close as we used to be, which is mostly my fault. However, we still talk about everything on our minds together, and we would still do anything for each other. We're sort of like the usual twins, with the whole telepathy stuff. I guess that makes us really close.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - Unfortunately, we don't own any pets. However, I'm always looking for a four-legged friend. I think animals are great. I'm no tree-hugger, but I think animals are a nice thing to come home to. Easier to relax, you know?
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - I have a couple secrets, like everyone. My fears are generally secret, but the one about dying alone is the biggest secret. I don't think I want anyone to know just how much I fear loneliness. An even biger secret is the fact that I was adopted, that my parents didn't want me. It sucks enough that Darcy and I have to live with it, we don't want everyone else knowing about it.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is SYLLVIE/SILVVY
Promise me all the Things you Show me
How to Save the Pain That Lives Inside Your Soul
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Stocking, stocking, stocking. Boring. But, it was his job, and Tsumi needed the money. Okay, he really didn't. Holly and Jay were pretty set when it came to cash. But Tsumi was seventeen. It was time to be independent. Stop relying on mommy and daddy's money. Make his own money. And he was. Even though he still lived with his adoptive parents... Oh well. Reaching up as far as he could - which, standing at six feet, was pretty far - Tsumi put the last small rodents cage on one of the top shelves, and then sighed, brushing his hands together.
Also in his job description, helping people. He was one of the employees on the floor, the ones that walked around looking for thigns to re-stock. Therefore, they obviously ran into different people. Though Tsumi's area was more on the dogs, rodents, and birds, his job description claimed that he was also to help with the cats. He didn't really mind, even though they weren't his favorite. There were a couple that he was able to deal with. The others weren't exactly what he would want in a cat, but he wasn't going to let his personal opinions get in the way of getting money for the store. More money for the store, more money in his pocket.
And, just as the young boy was checking on the cats, a girl strode by, her eyes scanning the kittens. Always the kittens. Well, he couldn't blame them. They were a hell of a lot cuter. Though, in his experience, also more crazy. Well, whatever. He walked to her side, looking into the glass, at a small black kitten. "Ah, the Bombay. Rare, gorgeous, and, in my opinion, the best of the cat breeds. Friendly, quiet, and loveable. Can I help you with anything?" He should be an actor. Instead of hiding behind the camera, Tsumi should have been in front of it.
A smile was on his lips, though it was obviously one of those forced polite smiles that employees had to put on. After all, it was kind of difficult for anyone to want to buy a pet if the employee wasn't smiling, or was stuttering and making absolutely no sense. If the two had met up outside of his job, Tsumi would have done exactly that. He would have closed up, distanced himself. He wouldn't have smiled. Wouldn't have even tried to smile. He would have acted cold. He probably would have also been incredibly embarrassed if she had anything nice to say.
The sudden pressure of very tiny claws in his leg made the teenager jump slightly. When he looked down, a pair of black eyes, a grey face with curly whiskers was staring up at him. Ashes, of course. The trouble maker, the escape artist. Flame and Conley wouldn't be too far behind, Tsumi figured. Easily, Ashes climbed up Tsumi's calf, though the boy scooped him up before he got much further. He didn't feel like being in pain today. He put the grey rex rat on his shoulder, and looked sorrowfully at the girl, clearing his throat and blushing.
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We'll Never Regain For, we are Left With Just one Choice[/size][/color]
Status?! FINISHED
Words?! 524
Tag?! Trystan
Notes?! Silly Ashes ^^
Credit?! Template - Silvvy/Syllvie of Proboards, Daidai of Caution 2.0
Picture - Seren of Where the Wild Things Are
Lyrics - Blinded in Fire by The Blaqk Year
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My posts generally vary in length, and usually depend on whoever I'm rp'ing with. I can easily get into the 1000's, if the person I'm rp'ing with is someone who posts 1000 words a post. Since most people type 300-600 worded posts, that's generally my range. Usually, I have over 400 words. I only get in the 300's if I have no muse, or if the person I'm rp'ing with is someone who posts 300 words usually.
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