Post by duncan on Jun 15, 2010 23:40:11 GMT -5
JAMISON CARTER ALEXANDER
FULL NAME: jamison carter alexander.
NICKNAMES: jamie.
AGE: twenty.
PREFERENCE: undecided? not sure what you’d call him at the moment.
HOMETOWN: dallas, texas.
CLASS STATUS: lower.
CURRENT STATUS: single pringle.
MEMBER GROUP: tourist.
PLAY BY: eric halvorsen.
FAVORITE FOOD?
um, i guess any kind of pasta. just italian food in general, to be honest. i could live off of that stuff, easy.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
yes.
FAVORITE COLOR?
i think yellow. it reminds me of spring and summer, which I’m a huge fan of both, so it makes sense. but um, i also like purple. is that weird - for a guy to like purple? eh, oh well.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
pretty much every time i leave my house. hell, i don‘t even have to leave my house to embarrass myself. let’s just say my kitty is sworn to secrecy regarding many of the incidents he has witnessed in the mornings.
FAVORITE DRINK?
shirley temple. these questions are pretty easy.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
alive, hopefully. assuming i don’t chose the wrong flight of stairs to trip over myself down. no, i’m just kidding. mostly. to be honest, i don’t know where i see myself in five years. i kind of just try to get through things day by day. but hopefully i’ll find myself in a publishing office with a novel under my belt. that would be cool.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
hanukkah. i mean, come on, it’s eight days long!
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
that i’m jewish. and possibly gay. gosh, i don’t know where to start. i don’t really talk to many people about things other than the weather and the usual small talk. having said that, there’s a lot of things that people don’t know about me.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
the day, definitely. I’m a big chicken so the things that go ‘bump bump‘ in the night tend to freak me out.
NAME A FANTASY?
four words: new york times best seller. okay, that’s five words. but you know what i mean.
if there is one thing that everyone knows about casey martin gallagher, it’s that he takes things way too literally, and very much to heart. though he may be something of a professional at hiding the effects such an attribute may have on him, a hefty majority of people close to him can see right through it. if there’s anything about his own personality that makes him uncomfortable, it’s his transparency. just the idea of people knowing how he feels before he’s ready to admit it is not something casey is particularly comfortable with, and it seems to happen far too often. for example, oliver was the one who pointed out his unusual glow during their moving night following casey’s long hours at work, and she guessed, right off the bat, that it had something to do with the fiery-headed boss of his. of course, no details were really dispersed, but her assumption was confirmed and casey had to endure merciless teasing and vulgar, little comments from his redheaded friend throughout the remainder of the night. but it didn’t matter to him, because a part of him had been waiting to hear such a simple phrase from his elder counterpart’s lips, and he finally did. granted, casey should’ve been smart enough to figure out that he didn’t actually mean it, but you can’t blame him for jumping to conclusions since it’s the first time such a thing has happened throughout the entire two years of their relationship. or, whatever it was they had was called. either way, casey just sort of daydreamed through the majority of the night, getting back to his apartment without too much ridicule from oliver in the process. by then, it was only about six hours before he had to show up to work, so he did retire to his own bedroom to sleep.
work was an entirely different experience than usual, to be honest. instead of being chatty with his coworkers in the office, casey just kind of avoided everyone— ackley, included. while he was on what seemed like cloud nine the previous evening, the brunette has never been particularly good at confrontation, and how the hell was he supposed to act now? like he never heard the man say anything? he knew he couldn’t do that, so he didn’t even try. instead, he remained in his cubicle all afternoon, focusing on the bright computer screen before him and editing photo, after photo. he didn’t quietly decline the lunch offer that was extended to him, however, and did not end up eating his turkey sandwich all by himself. he did, however, condemn himself right back into his work space. it was that sort of diligence that he wished he could grasp every day he had to physically go into the office, opposed to editing photos at home and such, because he was out the door by the time four o’clock rolled around. granted, a couple hours later he would wish that he took his time in leaving, but that was only because his carelessness resulted in his memory card getting left behind. he didn’t even begin to think about it, however, until it was nearing nine o’clock in the evening, and he was actually sitting down to begin sending the appropriate photos to their respective recipients. prior to that, he had effectively distracted himself(both from his work and from his own thought), by sticking what might, quite possibly be his favourite movie into the dvd player— homeward bound. yeah, it’s not something he broadcasts. regardless, it was a good way to take his mind of things, questions, and/or opinions he managed to form throughout his day of work. the huge bowl of popcorn he stole from his roommate’s side of the pantry was a pleasant treat, as well; casey was convinced he deserved it. that, and it was easy to replace, assuming the boy actually noticed it was missing.
alas, with no further distractions that did not include the use of his memory card, casey was stuck with one option— going to get it. the possibility of him ending up alone in the large headquarters building was more than likely, considering it was far beyond after hours, and everyone should have gone home by the time nine-thirty came around. which, nine-thirty was about the time it was when he arrived, having wasted a good half hour tugging on both a pair of dark denim jeans and a single, thin jacket to shield him from the bitter evening’s air— he only needed to make the mistake of wearing a simple tank top into the night once to know never to do it again. the moment he stepped foot into the lobby, though, as if by habit, he shrugged the jacket from his shoulders and hung it on the hook directly by the receptionist’s desk. as expected, everything all the way to his work space was pitch black, leaving him tripping and making a scene down the hallway— until he reached the end, a stream of light visible underneath a very familiar office door. curious as to what ackley was still doing hanging around, casey dropped his memory card back on his table and meandered towards the strip of illumination. of course, he shouldn’t get his hopes up, because it’s entirely possibly the redhead just left his light on by accident— it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. but there was shuffling inside, so casey pressed his lips together and tugged the door open, opening his mouth to announce his presence and perhaps discuss recent events. however, no sort of greeting was what came from his lips, and instead all he could think to say was a quiet “oh,” under his breath, reaching blindly for the doorknob once more, eyes wide in a mixture between horror and shock. finally, he managed to grab the door and pull it closed, stumbling a couple of steps backwards. “my god.” that was definitely not what he expected to see.
work was an entirely different experience than usual, to be honest. instead of being chatty with his coworkers in the office, casey just kind of avoided everyone— ackley, included. while he was on what seemed like cloud nine the previous evening, the brunette has never been particularly good at confrontation, and how the hell was he supposed to act now? like he never heard the man say anything? he knew he couldn’t do that, so he didn’t even try. instead, he remained in his cubicle all afternoon, focusing on the bright computer screen before him and editing photo, after photo. he didn’t quietly decline the lunch offer that was extended to him, however, and did not end up eating his turkey sandwich all by himself. he did, however, condemn himself right back into his work space. it was that sort of diligence that he wished he could grasp every day he had to physically go into the office, opposed to editing photos at home and such, because he was out the door by the time four o’clock rolled around. granted, a couple hours later he would wish that he took his time in leaving, but that was only because his carelessness resulted in his memory card getting left behind. he didn’t even begin to think about it, however, until it was nearing nine o’clock in the evening, and he was actually sitting down to begin sending the appropriate photos to their respective recipients. prior to that, he had effectively distracted himself(both from his work and from his own thought), by sticking what might, quite possibly be his favourite movie into the dvd player— homeward bound. yeah, it’s not something he broadcasts. regardless, it was a good way to take his mind of things, questions, and/or opinions he managed to form throughout his day of work. the huge bowl of popcorn he stole from his roommate’s side of the pantry was a pleasant treat, as well; casey was convinced he deserved it. that, and it was easy to replace, assuming the boy actually noticed it was missing.
alas, with no further distractions that did not include the use of his memory card, casey was stuck with one option— going to get it. the possibility of him ending up alone in the large headquarters building was more than likely, considering it was far beyond after hours, and everyone should have gone home by the time nine-thirty came around. which, nine-thirty was about the time it was when he arrived, having wasted a good half hour tugging on both a pair of dark denim jeans and a single, thin jacket to shield him from the bitter evening’s air— he only needed to make the mistake of wearing a simple tank top into the night once to know never to do it again. the moment he stepped foot into the lobby, though, as if by habit, he shrugged the jacket from his shoulders and hung it on the hook directly by the receptionist’s desk. as expected, everything all the way to his work space was pitch black, leaving him tripping and making a scene down the hallway— until he reached the end, a stream of light visible underneath a very familiar office door. curious as to what ackley was still doing hanging around, casey dropped his memory card back on his table and meandered towards the strip of illumination. of course, he shouldn’t get his hopes up, because it’s entirely possibly the redhead just left his light on by accident— it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. but there was shuffling inside, so casey pressed his lips together and tugged the door open, opening his mouth to announce his presence and perhaps discuss recent events. however, no sort of greeting was what came from his lips, and instead all he could think to say was a quiet “oh,” under his breath, reaching blindly for the doorknob once more, eyes wide in a mixture between horror and shock. finally, he managed to grab the door and pull it closed, stumbling a couple of steps backwards. “my god.” that was definitely not what he expected to see.
hey, it's jules and this gal has been at it for
four years now. they are seventeen years old.
