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Annalesia x Kaz rp
Name Jamie Davison
Age 17 Height 5'4" Hair Black Eyes Blue Bio Jamie lost his parents in an accident when he was seven and went to live with his aunt until he moved into the dorms of his school. He works in a diner near his school as a bus boy and can often times be found listening to his head phones or drawing. |
Name: Alec Bledsoe Age: 18 Height: 5'10" Appearance: http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t...ys/2rh8kdw.jpg Bio: Alce grew up in a very happy family with his parents and his twin sister; Anabelle. They were very close to each other and very little unhappy days passed with them. His mother was an artist and author while his father was a lawyer. His sister and him were very similar in looks and almost the same in personalities. They got along so wonderfully. Until one day. It was the day of their very first fight in the family. You see, Anabelle's best friend fell in love with Alec and it began to get onto her until finally one day she exploded. The break out was so bad that their parents decided to take her to a therapist. On their way that day to the therapist....the drunk driver hit them....If Alec hadn't let them go maybe they'd still be alive...if he would've said no to the girl...if he would've done SOMETHING... |
It was early morning and Jamie was curled under his blankets in the dorm room as he slept quietly. A sudden, techno sounding tone began to echo though the room. The sound was coming from Jamie's cell phone. He groaned and rolled over, putting his pillow over his head as he tried to ignore the phone.
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{{This is the whole love hate rival kind of relationship right?}} Alec had been sprawled out on his bed, his sheets twisted by his feet and kicked towards the bottom of the bed. He lay on his stomach, one pillow under his arm and the other under his head. He'd been deep in sleep until his dorm mate's, Jamie, cell phone began to ring. He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together as he attempted to ignore it. But, finally, Alec's short fuse had been struck. It didn't appear that Jamie even intended to answer it! Alec rolled out of bed, rubbing at his eyes as he stomped his way over by Jamie's bed, ripping the phone off it's charger. He wanted to throw the stupid thing; then he'd never have to bother with it again. And he definitely wouldn't be woken up by it anymore. Instead, though, he leaned forward, his hand grabbing Jamie's pillow and he yanked it hard, throwing it onto the floor by his feet. He then proceeded to grab Jamie's blanket, pulling it off his body and thrusting it onto the floor by the pillow. "Get up and answer your own phone next time. Jeez," he held out his hand, the cell phone ringing in his palm. |
((Yup yup lol))
"Why didn't you just ignore it?" Jamie growled, taking the phone from him and sitting up. The cold morning air stung at his skin as he grabbed his blanket and answered the phone. "Hello?" He said as he curled up in the blanket. "Good morning Jamie!" His boss chirped from the other end. "We had someone call in sick today, do you think you can come in?" "Do you know what time it is?" Jamie hissed as he pulled his pillow back onto his bed. "I know its early but you'll have to come in right after your classes end." His boss replied. "Fine fine." Jamie muttered as he buried himself under the blanket again. There was a small snap of Jamie's cell shutting. |
Alec rolled his eyes and plopped back onto his bed, frowning as he rolled onto his stomach, his face smothered in his pillow. It only took him a few seconds of laying comfortably, however, for him to realize he wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep. Guess he could get up and get ready for class? Maybe he'd skip again instead...he didn't really feel in the mood for listening to imbesiles rant on and on about what they thing are important to the students. Sighing, Alec swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. When he closed his eyes all he could see was his family. He could see Anabelle's smile and her bubbly laugh still echoed in his ears as she made fun of him for mocking her. He'd make his voice high pitched, stick out his butt and chest, and jut out his hip. It was just like her, but apparently- What was he thinking? He promised himself he'd forget about them. He promised he'd get over the pain. |
Jamie sighed and shut his eyes trying to fall asleep again. He rolled over, trying to get comfortable, but no matter how he tossed or turned he couldn't seem to get into a comfortable position. The body sized lump under the blanket shifted a few more times before Jamie fell out of the bed with a thump. He growled grumpily as he got up and threw his blanket onto the bed. He walked over to his dresser and began digging through the drawer for some pants. Like he usually did, Jamie had worn his boxers and a tank top to bed again. He yawned and rubbed his eyes as he continued to dig around the drawer until he pulled out the running pants the soccer coach had given him, as well as the other boys on the soccer team.
"Hey do you want some coffee or something?" Jamie asked as he pulled the running pants on. There was a vending machine down the hall from their room that had hot drinks like coffee, hot chocolate, and hot water for tea. |
Alec growled, his voice husky and rough, "Yes, coffee, as long as there's a lot of caffeine." Alec glanced over at his room mate, holding back a laugh. The kid still slept in a t-shirt at night. Alec, on the other hand, preferred as little clothing as possible so he slept in simply his boxers. If it were up to him he'd just sleep in naked! His boxers are too restrictive...no breathing room in them. Then, while he's trying to sleep, they ride up and go all over the place. It's just ridiculous. He stood, making his way to his own dresser. Opening the second drawer, he surfed through the random disarray, "So you have soccer today?" This boy always had something planned! He was always so busy...Sometimes it seemed like if he didn't have something to do he couldn't function. But then again maybe Alec was just exaggerating... |
Jamie paused and blinked for a moment, his thumbs still looped in the waist band of his pants.
"Oh crap!" Jamie hissed as he smacked his forehead, "I forgot all about practice today! God coach will kill me if I miss another practice." He dug around in the now tangle of blanket that was on his bed and pulled out his phone. He flipped the phone open and called the restaurant he worked at. "Good morning, this is [insert name here, I haven't gotten that far with the name yet ^^'] how may I help you?" The boss chirped on the other end. "Hey! I'm glad I caught you. This is Jamie Davison." He said as he ran his hand through his hair, "My room mate just reminded me, I can't come in today after all, I have soccer practice." The boss sighed in aggravation, "It would have been nice if you would have said something earlier." "I'm sorry, but I was half asleep when you called so I didn't--" "Dont give me excuses." The boss sighed, "We'll just see you when you come in when you're scheduled." With that the boss hung up. Jamie sighed as he shut his cell. He tossed his cell into his bag as he dug around for his wallet. "Do you want any sugar or cream?" Jamie asked as he grabbed the wallet from his bag. |
"Both. I have a sweet tooth this morning. Are you going to make it to practice? I'll drive you if you need it. But I swear, if you get one drop on my leather I'll dismember you," he spoke nonchalantly as he pulled a pair of torn up jeans on and a plain black wife beater. As he slid his studded belt through the loops he watched as Jamie rushed out the door. It seem almost as if the second he was out the door Alec's cell phone began to ring on his dresser. Glancing at the caller ID, he frowned. Yanking his phone off it's charger, Alec ran to the door, poking his head out. After making sure Jamie was out of hearing range, Alec answered his cell phone. "I'll be there when I get there. Don't wait up on me, okay?" he kept his voice hushed. |
"No no, its fine." Jamie said as he waved his hand. "Practice is after school today so no worries." With that he walked out the door.
Jamie stopped in front of the machine and dropped a couple coins in. Lets see... L*#C He thought as he pushed the buttons. He hummed to himself as he watched the tall cup drop down and fill with the coffee. He couldn't explain it really, but for some reason he felt kind of happy getting coffee for Alec. He quickly shook his head, Where the heck did thatcome from? He took the coffee out and dropped a few more coins in, getting his own coffee. |
A boyish voice answered through the receiver, "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago Alec." "Who are you to boss me around?" "Because without me you have nothing." "So...I'm your only customer and you are saying I'm nothing without you?" "Don't play games with me. Listen-" "No, you listen. You wait for me or I turn you into the police. Then you can spend a night in jail with the big boys where you can take it up the a** a couple times. Does that sound like a plan to you?" There was silence on the other end of the phone and Peyton jaw unclenched as he realized his victory. He smiled smugly, "See you when I get there, then?" Silence echoed in his ear as the line went dead. sighing, he closed the cell phone, shoving it into his pocket. {{Sorry for my lack of quality. I'm exhausted. lol}} |
((lol its fine. Sorry this is so short, I'm kinda in a hurry at the moment.))
Jamie walked back into the room, unaware his room mate had been on the phone. "Here ya go." He said as he handed the cup to him. |
{{It's okay. ^^}} "Thanks Jaimie," Peyton reached out, taking the coffee from him and bringing it to his lips. He almost moaned at the deliciousness of it, the bitter sweet liquid hot, draining down his throat like a hot springs, settling in his stomach. It warmed his chest, reminding him of sitting around a campfire. Ever since he was a baby every year they'd go on a two week camping trip in the mountains, sitting around a campfire at night for dinner. They'd share stories, laugh, cry from laughing so hard, play jokes on each other. Peyton cleared his throat as he looked up at Jamie, "I'm going to skip class today. I have more important business to attend to." |
"Okay." Jamie said as he shrugged as he sipped his coffee, "It doesn't really matter to me so do whatever."
I wonder why he's not coming to class? Jamie thought to himself, sipping his coffee again, Gah! Why do I care?! It's none of my business anyways! He set down his coffee and dug through his drawer, trying to find a different shirt. |
Peyton nodded in response to Jamie's comment, but what he didn't make obvious was that the comment stung, burning a whole in Peyton's throat like a blowtorch. His jaws clenched together in anger and confusion. He didn't understand why that hurt him, Jamie's remarks never even gave him a second though, and Peyton would always make snide ones back anyways. "Right. I'll do that. Have fun in class? Oh, and don't wear that shirt you wore two days ago or something like that. It makes you look like a fat a**." Peyton frowned, shoving his wallet and cell phone into his backpack where he also kept small necessities he might need. With that he stormed out the door, swinging his backpack over his arm onto his back. He made his way down the hallway to the elevator, down and outside the dorm building. Within merely minutes he was opening his car door, throwing his backpack in the passenger seat and slumping into the driver's, slamming the door shut. But when he reached out, stuck the key in the ignition, his hand froze before he turned the key. Why had Jaime's comment had that effect on him? Why should he care what Jaimie thinks about him? |
Jamie blinked and stared at the door. What the hell did I do to deserve that? He thought to himself. He slid his shirt off and walked into the bathroom in their dorm. He quickly took a shower and got dressed. For some reason he was still thinking about what Alec had said before he left. He was used to him saying things like that, so why was he still thinking about it?
I think I made him feel bad. He thought to himself as he gathered his things and threw them into his bag. With that he left the dorm and made his way to the cafeteria for breakfast. |
Peyton looked up, pulling down his visor mirror, and looking into his own eyes. S**t...he'd forgotten to do his hair and...god, he sounded like a girl...What is it with him lately? He shuddered at the thought, his hand instinctively going to his crotch as if to make sure he still had his man pride. He smiled proudly, glancing down and patting his crotch like a puppy. God, he could be immature at times. {{I'm just gonna skip the driving part. It'd be boring. lol}} ----|<3|--<>--|<3|---- Peyton pulled his backpack into his hand, carrying it with him as he stepped out of his car, stuffing his car keys into his pocket. The cold air around him nipped at his skin like poisonous kisses, making his nose sniffle. He licked his lips against the slight breeze as his feet silently padded against the cold concrete beneath his feet. His heart was beating slightly quicker than normal as he stepped through the door. He made his way down multiple hallways, down a flight of stairs, through more hallways, through a gate, and into a well lighted room. His eyes squinted slightly against the light, his pupils quickly shrinking. "Finally! You know, I have a life too!" a nerdy teenage boy came running up to him, a glare on his face. "You have no life, liar," Peyton scowled, "I'm not your friend so give me some space." The tall, thin, blondie frowned but, he reluctantly took a step back, his finger pushing his thick rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose, "You got the money?" "Like I'd come without it," Peyton reached into his backpack, pulling out his wallet, and pulling out a small stack of folded bills. "That's all?" the boy looked taken aback with surprise. "What? This is what you're getting. Take it or I call the cops." |
Jamie walked into the cafeteria, and grabbed his breakfast. He looked around and spotted a couple of his friends sitting at a table. He took the seat next to Will, a silver haired boy with greenish eyes.
"Morning." Kazuke, a boy with honey brown hair and violet contacts, said. "Morning." Jamie yawned. "Issues with you're room mate again?" Will asked as he drank his juice. "What makes you think that?" Jamie asked, munching on his breakfast. "Probably cause you always have that look on your face when you fight with him." Kazuke said teasingly. "W-what look?!" Jamie asked, a blush crossing his face. "It's kinda like a mopey puppy." Will said with a teasing grin. "I-is not!" Jamie said defensively. "If we didn't know any better we'd say you had a crush on the guy." Will said calmly as he continued to drink his juice. "Why do you guys always pick on me?!" Jamie pouted, shoving a mouth full of food into his mouth, "Hm?!" |
{{I forgot to post pictures of his acquaintances! Good idea hun!}} Peyton stood his ground, his hand outstretched with a small stack of bills on it. He looked the Boy straight in the eye, his face blank as he dared him to turn down the offer. Finally, the nerdy kid sighed, reaching out, and snatched the money out of Peyton's hand. "I can't believe you're ripping me off like this..." the boy turned from Peyton, walking up to a desk. A touch screen computer sat on the mahogany desk, papers neatly stacked on it, organized with dividers. On the right of the desk was a file cabinet, plain black, with silver handles. On the left of the desk was a big fancy, not too mention confusing, machine. Before Peyton could contemplate anything else the boy was ushering him over to the desk also, his hands beckoning him. Peyton made his way to the desk. The boy opened the file cabinet, "Spell your last name for me." "What, you don't remember it?' Peyton scoffed. The boy rolled his eyes up at him, "Do you have any idea how many customers I have coming through here daily, yet alone, in all?" "Fine. B-l-e-d-s-o-e," Peyton spelled it out for him. As he spoke the boy began stifling through the papers, muttering to himself. "Ha! Here we go. Bledsoe, Peyton. Alright," he dropped the papers from Peyton's folder on the desk. From the second desk drawer he pulled out a special pad of paper, appearing as if they were receipts. Opening the longer drawer to the left of those ones he pulled out a pen, handing it to Petyon. He pointed at a line at the bottom of the paper, "Sign here." "What is it?" "It's a contract. Don't worry. Nothing bad. It's just saying I'm not held liable for this license." "You mean if I get caught you won't go to jail because I signed this." Peyton pointed out matter-of-factly. "Exactly. Comes with the business of selling something illegal. Plus, I need it for my records. I keep track of all customers." Peyton chewed on his bottom lip, hesitantly leaning down, holding the pen in his hand and scribbling his signature on the line. Should he have read it first? |
((lol I just thought it'd be easier lol))
"You're fun to tease. Why else?" Will smiled innocently. "You both suck." Jamie pouted and looked away from them both. "Oh yea, I meant to tell you yesterday." Kazuke said, catching Jamie's attention, "Coach said that practice is canceled today." "WHAT?!?" Jamie shouted, making a few near by people jump, "Why didn't you tell me that yesterday?!" "You took off before I could." Kazuke said, "You were freaking out about being late for work." Jamie sighed sinking into his chair, "Well now what do I do?" "What do you mean?" Will asked. "I mean my boss called wanting me to come in and I told her I had practice." Jamie said. "Then take the day off." Will laughed, "You're such a workaholic." "Am not!" Jamie said defensively. "Are too." Kazuke said. "Well what are you two doing after classes?" Jamie asked. "We gotta meet Leo." Will replied, finishing off his juice. |
The boy-Peyton didn't really care to learn his name-slipped the paper into the folder he'd pulled out with Peyton's name on it. Putting the paper back into the file cabinet, he closed it before making his way to the left of the desk. He pulled a key out of his right pocket, slipping it into a keyhole on the meticulous machine. Out of this drawer he pulled out another, smaller box. Using another key on his key ring he opened that box. Flipping through the plastic cards, he finally pulled one out with a rubber band holding a small piece of paper around it with 'Bledsoe, Peyton' written in scribbly handwriting. He held it out to Peyton, who took it quickly, holding the liable plastic card in his hand as the nerd locked and put away the box, closed the drawer, and locked that as well. Peyton smiled down at his new driver's license. This one, saying he is twenty one. Satisfactory swarmed through his body like hoard of bees. "Is it good enough for your standards? Any information incorrect or insufficient?" Peyton chuckled, shaking his head, "This will do," he turned and began to leave but, as he held the exiting door open he called back to the boy, "Oh! In the future you might want to check and make sure they signed the right name on that contract before you hand over the fake license, dimwit." |
"I thought you guys were all done with that stuff." Jamie frowned.
"This isn't something that you can just walk out of." Kazuke chuckled, "Ya know, the mafia doesn't really approve of that." "Say that a little louder Kaz." Will growled, "I think a few people didn't hear that." "Oh come on." Kazuke rolled his eyes, "If anyone asks all I'm doing is talking about a movie." "Sad thing is people would believe that." Will replied. "No, what's sad is two high schoolers getting involved with that kinda stuff!" Jamie hissed, giving his friends concerned looks. "Relax." Kazuke grinned, "If all else, you'll always know we can give you some good protection." "You say that like you're proud of it!" Jamie's eyes widened. "It does pay to be close to the guy that's next in line for the mobster thrown." Will said as he leaned back. |
Peyton walked out of that building with a smug smirk on his face. No way in hell was he going to let that nerd off the hook. If Peyton is going down then he's going with him! As he turned the ignition and shifted his car into drive, he jerked his head, flipping his hair out of his face. As he drove downtown, his hand remained on his chest in between his collarbones. His fingers rested softly against the cold metal of the small cross. The virginal gold twisted and contorted, winding through many mazes, forming Celtic knots. If you were to look on the back of the cross you'd find a small word engraved. It pained Peyton to even think the word; Anabelle. In case you couldn't guess, the cross was his twin sister's necklace. When they were babies, they each received one. Peyton never thought much of his and didn't wear it often growing up. Normally, he kept it in his keepsake box on a shelf in his closet. But, when Anabelle passed away, Peyton received her belongings as well as his parents, and since the day of her death the necklace had never left his neck. It was as if he were afraid that if he lost his sister's necklace he'd lose his sister all together. |
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