Post by des on May 1, 2010 18:56:06 GMT -5
FINNEGANN BENJAMIN OLIVER
FULL NAME: finnegan benjamin oliver.
NICKNAMES: finn.
AGE: eighteen.
PREFERENCE: skirt chaser.
HOMETOWN: liverpool, england.
CLASS STATUS: middle. financially comfortable.
CURRENT STATUS: single.
MEMBER GROUP: high school.
PLAY BY: joe dempsie.
FAVORITE FOOD?
well, since moving to the states, i've taken a liking to macaroni and cheese. it's easy to making and fucking delicious.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
that's a funny question. nope.
FAVORITE COLOR?
i like most colors, as long as they're not too feminine. i won't be walking around in a pink jumper or anything. if i had to choose, red. yeah, red is nice.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
i don't get embarrassed. i get awesome. there have been a couple of times that i've wondered what i was thinking...which i'm usually not. ah, i've got one. i wasn't even sloshed when this happened either. about a year ago i was out with a girl, she was very fit, fucking gorgeous. we were at a restaurant and had just finished up our meal. long story short, we were walking out and my foot accidentally got caught on a table leg. i fell and dragged this huge metal table a few feet as i went down. luckily, my hands protected my face, but my knees were hurt and bruised. hey, i still got a decent shag out of that night, even if my ego was one of the things that got bruised a bit on the way down.
FAVORITE DRINK?
alcohol: american beer sucks. so i still to stuff like whiskey. tequila gets me crazy, but those always end up being the best nights. even when i don't remember them. non-alcoholic: apple juice. i hate the taste of water.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
out of school. probably living life as a bachelor and back home. hopefully i'll have some kind of career that i love by then. if not, i'll still be searching for one.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
i like christmas. everyone seems so happy all of the time. thanksgiving is a holiday we didn't have in england, but i like it here, even if i couldn't give a fuck of what the real meaning of it is. i just like to eat.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
i love the stories on the last page of “martha stewart: living” & i have a hard time telling people that i love them.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
definitely a night person.
NAME A FANTASY?
catholic school girls in tight uniforms and skirts past their knickers always get me going.
my word count differs from whoever i'm rp'ing with. usually i like to keep them shorter because plots move a lot faster that way. :}
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Harmony was right about the 'blissful coma' talk. Kennedy felt like he was floating on a fluffy cloud and it was probably one of the best highs that he had ever experienced. It was incredible. He wasn't sure if that spliff was laced with anything, but at this point, he wouldn't have even cared. Harmony had gotten a little creative with the exchanging of smoke, doing some sort of shotgun thing before connecting lips with Kenny. She was definitely the one that initiated it. And as much as he wanted to object to the idea of the foreign lips currently pressed against his, Kennedy found himself kissing her back. His tongue soon was exploring her mouth and dancing in a fandango with Harmony's. All of the morals in his head were cloudy, and for some odd reason, he didn't find that little voice at the back of his head telling him to stop. She pushed him down so that he was laying on his back and gave him one hell of a kiss. One that he found himself getting caught up in as his hands explored her 'well endowed' body.
Wait, she was getting naked? Something inside of Kennedy's mind finally triggered. This was bad news bears. Very, very, very fucking bad. He loved Tinsley. And the girl on top of him, in the fishnets and frilly panties? Definitely not Tinsley. "No. No. No. I don't love you." Kenny said, shaking his head, trying his best not to look at the fabulous rack in front of him. "I love Tinsley." “Oh come on, Kenny. You were into this a second ago. Now you’re thinking about this too much.” She planted his palm on her breast as she gave him a coy look and said, “Stop thinking. You’ll have more fun that way. Guaranteed... I have no gag reflex.” As she yanked his hand upwards to grope her, his eyes widened. But his palm was glued there as he tried his best not to get excited. Yes, he had gotten all stupid and googley eyed for tits. Every straight male was subjected to that at some point. And no gag reflexes? He found himself getting giddy over that. But what was the girl doing?! Tinsley was her friend and she was trying to shag him? Her persuasive words finally processed in his head and somehow, after her kissing his neck, he dove back into that kiss. It was stupid. Really stupid. And Kenny wasn't good at these compulsive decisions in his state of mind right now. He was fucked up.
She was a home wrecking slag. That's what she was. And it seemed like everyone was right about her before. Harmony had been putting up that sweet front with him for so long, and he was reeled in like a fish, telling everyone that they were wrong and that she was lovely. All of his mates had proved him wrong in that - which he hated. Kennedy knew that he'd probably look like a bloody tosser in the morning. He wasn't thinking about this though. Their lips collided and his hands ran up her leg while he felt her pull up the hem of his shirt. Instinctively, he assisted her while shrugging it off. Fuck, this had to be one of the stupidest things he had ever done, but he was too out of it to even realize that. "Wait. Stop. Harmony, n--" Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom door, and his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. If someone walked in right now, things would have looked really, really bad.
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Harmony was right about the 'blissful coma' talk. Kennedy felt like he was floating on a fluffy cloud and it was probably one of the best highs that he had ever experienced. It was incredible. He wasn't sure if that spliff was laced with anything, but at this point, he wouldn't have even cared. Harmony had gotten a little creative with the exchanging of smoke, doing some sort of shotgun thing before connecting lips with Kenny. She was definitely the one that initiated it. And as much as he wanted to object to the idea of the foreign lips currently pressed against his, Kennedy found himself kissing her back. His tongue soon was exploring her mouth and dancing in a fandango with Harmony's. All of the morals in his head were cloudy, and for some odd reason, he didn't find that little voice at the back of his head telling him to stop. She pushed him down so that he was laying on his back and gave him one hell of a kiss. One that he found himself getting caught up in as his hands explored her 'well endowed' body.
Wait, she was getting naked? Something inside of Kennedy's mind finally triggered. This was bad news bears. Very, very, very fucking bad. He loved Tinsley. And the girl on top of him, in the fishnets and frilly panties? Definitely not Tinsley. "No. No. No. I don't love you." Kenny said, shaking his head, trying his best not to look at the fabulous rack in front of him. "I love Tinsley." “Oh come on, Kenny. You were into this a second ago. Now you’re thinking about this too much.” She planted his palm on her breast as she gave him a coy look and said, “Stop thinking. You’ll have more fun that way. Guaranteed... I have no gag reflex.” As she yanked his hand upwards to grope her, his eyes widened. But his palm was glued there as he tried his best not to get excited. Yes, he had gotten all stupid and googley eyed for tits. Every straight male was subjected to that at some point. And no gag reflexes? He found himself getting giddy over that. But what was the girl doing?! Tinsley was her friend and she was trying to shag him? Her persuasive words finally processed in his head and somehow, after her kissing his neck, he dove back into that kiss. It was stupid. Really stupid. And Kenny wasn't good at these compulsive decisions in his state of mind right now. He was fucked up.
She was a home wrecking slag. That's what she was. And it seemed like everyone was right about her before. Harmony had been putting up that sweet front with him for so long, and he was reeled in like a fish, telling everyone that they were wrong and that she was lovely. All of his mates had proved him wrong in that - which he hated. Kennedy knew that he'd probably look like a bloody tosser in the morning. He wasn't thinking about this though. Their lips collided and his hands ran up her leg while he felt her pull up the hem of his shirt. Instinctively, he assisted her while shrugging it off. Fuck, this had to be one of the stupidest things he had ever done, but he was too out of it to even realize that. "Wait. Stop. Harmony, n--" Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom door, and his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. If someone walked in right now, things would have looked really, really bad.
hey, it's des and this chick-a-deee has been at it for
almost six years years now. they are nineteen years old.
