Post by aeighme on May 6, 2010 17:39:45 GMT -5
ETHAN JAMES GREY
FULL NAME: ethan james grey
NICKNAMES: Eeth
AGE: twenty
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: born in: Orlando, FL; grew up in: small town in NY.
CLASS STATUS: upper middle class
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: tourist
PLAY BY: Bret Harrison
FAVORITE FOOD?
most definitely would have to be cold pizza
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
fortunately, no
FAVORITE COLOR?
most definitely, blue
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
yes, on very many occasions. It happens a lot. The most recent episode was when I told the girl I had been seeing for a month or so, on and off, that I wanted us to be official. She just laughed at me and told me she just liked me for the sex. That's the last time I try to be frank with a girl.
FAVORITE DRINK?
the combination of lemonade and iced tea, it’s awesome.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
That’s a toughie. Most likely attempting to find a job…hopefully a degree in computer science is useful.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
4th of July, Hell Yeah, America!
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
I’m a Star Wars junkie.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
I’m both a night owl and an early bird, so I’d guess you could say I like both.
NAME A FANTASY?
My one fantasy is like this. A girl, takes me seriously. That's it.
You would think that someone who had as much energy as Bethany would hate the absence of sound and despise all peace and tranquility. But there was something about the stillness and the sound of the water slowly moving against the shore of the lake that was soothing to the normally up and running young woman. The silence served as a type of tension reduction for Bethany the ticking-time bomb. Her emotions which had only moments before been at an absolute peak were being given the chance to simmer down. Yes, it was late and ill-advised to hang around the pier at this hour, but she had nowhere else to go. Beth was a combination of exhausted, frustrated and pissed off, and she knew that giving herself some alone time would help her calm down. Yes. Something simple as time and silence could take the remains of an emotional explosion and bring it down to sense of placidity.
But what had gotten her so riled up? Well, with Bethany it doesn't take much to make her see red, but in this particular she was more angered than usual. The source of her outburst? Her thoughtless, mindless roommate with whom she shared an apartment with. Normally Bethany didn't ask much as a roommate; just clean up your messes, take out the trash if its full, and respect Beth's privacy. The last of those three golden rules, was the most important to Bethany. Unfortunately for her roommate, she had broken all three of Bethany's well known policies. That is something you never do, ever.
Bethany had just gotten home from doing work at the library and was ready to just get some rest so she could be up and going the next morning. She had no idea that upon opening the door to her apartment she would find red plastic cups strewn about the living room and kitchen. The garbage bag was overflowing with trash of all sorts and trails of some kind of slimey substance were all over the linoleum tiles. There was an overwhelming smell of beer that wafted throughout her apartment. In other words, it was a pigsty.
Now Bethany could have gotten over the mess, she would have just refused to clean it. It was the sight in her own bedroom that frustrated her the most. When she had opened the door she immediately regretted not locking it before she left. On her floor wrapped in her spare blankets and on her pillows were two individuals she had never seen, sleeping and in her bed were two others. That had been too much. Where the hell was she supposed to sleep? The couch? Bull shit. It was at that moment that she stormed out of her room and into that of her housemate and burst through the door. The rest was a blurr. There was a lot of yelling, mostly on Bethany's part. It all ended with Bethany screaming random obscenities and storming out of the apartment.
And now here she was, her legs crossed and her breathing even. She was finally reaching the sense of calm that she had needed ever since she saw the huge mess in her apartment. Part of her ached for some company; she didn't quite like being alone all the time, especially after outbursts. As she sat and stared into the darkness, she mindlessly wiped some stray flecks of dirt off of her dark washed jeans, and pulled the grey hood of her sweatshirt over her head. The sound of a loud and strained voice coming from the road behind her piqued her attention.
Who was up at this hour? Well. Obviously someone who enjoyed the night, right? Bethany turned herself around and squinted down the lane, trying to get a glimpse of anything, anyone. The only thing she saw was a faint orange glow and at the same moment the breeze brought in the smell of a cigarette. She refrained from speaking, waiting for whomever was approaching to come to her.
But what had gotten her so riled up? Well, with Bethany it doesn't take much to make her see red, but in this particular she was more angered than usual. The source of her outburst? Her thoughtless, mindless roommate with whom she shared an apartment with. Normally Bethany didn't ask much as a roommate; just clean up your messes, take out the trash if its full, and respect Beth's privacy. The last of those three golden rules, was the most important to Bethany. Unfortunately for her roommate, she had broken all three of Bethany's well known policies. That is something you never do, ever.
Bethany had just gotten home from doing work at the library and was ready to just get some rest so she could be up and going the next morning. She had no idea that upon opening the door to her apartment she would find red plastic cups strewn about the living room and kitchen. The garbage bag was overflowing with trash of all sorts and trails of some kind of slimey substance were all over the linoleum tiles. There was an overwhelming smell of beer that wafted throughout her apartment. In other words, it was a pigsty.
Now Bethany could have gotten over the mess, she would have just refused to clean it. It was the sight in her own bedroom that frustrated her the most. When she had opened the door she immediately regretted not locking it before she left. On her floor wrapped in her spare blankets and on her pillows were two individuals she had never seen, sleeping and in her bed were two others. That had been too much. Where the hell was she supposed to sleep? The couch? Bull shit. It was at that moment that she stormed out of her room and into that of her housemate and burst through the door. The rest was a blurr. There was a lot of yelling, mostly on Bethany's part. It all ended with Bethany screaming random obscenities and storming out of the apartment.
And now here she was, her legs crossed and her breathing even. She was finally reaching the sense of calm that she had needed ever since she saw the huge mess in her apartment. Part of her ached for some company; she didn't quite like being alone all the time, especially after outbursts. As she sat and stared into the darkness, she mindlessly wiped some stray flecks of dirt off of her dark washed jeans, and pulled the grey hood of her sweatshirt over her head. The sound of a loud and strained voice coming from the road behind her piqued her attention.
Who was up at this hour? Well. Obviously someone who enjoyed the night, right? Bethany turned herself around and squinted down the lane, trying to get a glimpse of anything, anyone. The only thing she saw was a faint orange glow and at the same moment the breeze brought in the smell of a cigarette. She refrained from speaking, waiting for whomever was approaching to come to her.
hey, it's amy and this gal has been at it for
eight or nine years now. they are twenty years old.
