Post by arro on May 8, 2010 12:20:33 GMT -5
KAYDEN GERETH MEYER
FULL NAME: Kayden Gereth Meyer
NICKNAMES: Kay
AGE: Nineteen
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: Boston, Massachusettes
CLASS STATUS: in between middle and high
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: college
PLAY BY: William Eugene Beckett Jr
FAVORITE FOOD?
Anything even remotely unhealthy. I’ve recently taken a strong liking to popcorn smothered in chocolate. How I stay so skinny is a wonder to me.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
I dated a girl for three years in high school, it’s not that hard to believe that I’m not.
FAVORITE COLOR?
Why is this such an important question to everybody? I never even think about my preference of color. I’m just going to say blue because it’s that stereotypical guy color.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
Who hasn’t, seriously?
FAVORITE DRINK?
I could go with the legal approach and say Dr.Pepper or I could tell you about that gin and tonic that I’ve gotten hooked on.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
God, who even knows? I’m going to college for a major in anthropology (forensic if you’d like to get specific). If you’ve ever seen the tv show, Bones, that’s the kind of stuff I’m getting into. Except not exactly because that’s a tv show with a twisted sense of reality. You never know though, sometimes life sends you a curveball. Ask me this question again in four years and eleven months and maybe I’ll be able to answer it.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Halloween for sure, I don’t know why. I guess I’m just a kid at heart when it comes to that.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
Why should I answer this? Oh well. I tell people that I don’t care anymore and that I think she’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. The truth is that even after a year, I still think about her all of the time and I still wonder what things could have been like. I blame myself for her disloyalty, though I probably shouldn’t.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
The night because it allows for drunken one night stands/
NAME A FANTASY?
I don’t really have fantasies anymore.
Setting down his partially downed bottle of Speight’s Old Dark on the glass table in front of him, Jackson shut his laptop and stood up. He took a moment to stretch slightly, having been sitting on the couch for the past couple of hours or so since he woke up. It had only been a couple of weeks since school had ended and he was already losing his sociability. At least he wasn’t as bad off as Ryker who, being exceedingly convivial, had not even come home in the past few days. If it was anybody else, Jack would have probably become slightly concerned after the first day, but he had known Ryker long enough to assume that he was either passed out on someone’s couch with a dozen other people or out for lunch with an eye-catching woman that he had just spent the night with. At certain times, Jackson would become borderline envious of his roommate, wishing that he himself was able to be enticing enough to bring home a new woman each night. As it was, however, he was stuck with his withdrawn disposition and excessive baggage.
Stepping into the undersized bathroom, he looked irritably into the mirror, more or less dissatisfied with his appearance. He was still wearing the same clothes that he had worn the previous day and his long hair was greasy and tousled¬. He opened a drawer, and then another, searching somewhat frantically for a hairbrush. For guys that on average took longer than girls to prepare themselves, their bathroom was terribly unorganized. Eventually, he found a brush in one of the lower drawers and ran it through his mane a couple of times. Fortunately for him, his toothbrush and deodorant were a hell of a lot easier to find. His appearance was still not stunning as he might have hoped, but it was distinctly more attractive than it was a couple of minutes before. He turned to leave the room but suddenly thought better of it and quickly opened the top drawer, grabbing a condom and placing it in his wallet, which in turn went into his pocket. A man can hope, can’t he?
Grabbing his bottle again, he walked into the kitchen, giving Katheryne a slight wave as she looked to him. He chugged the rest of the drink and set the glass onto the counter by the sink, keeping his eyes off the girl as he did so. He didn’t know her enough to be completely comfortable living with her. Hell, he was still on edge about living with Ryker, whom he had known for months now. Though the house was more than sufficient for its price, which was a pretty big benefit. In all honesty, Jack had a hard time when it came to initiating relationships, especially if they involved people with abnormally colored hair. He was putting a lot of effort into trying to get to know this girl though, and he gave himself credit for it. He slipped on his flip flops before looking up at her again, ”So uhh… Ready to go?” he asked.
Stepping into the undersized bathroom, he looked irritably into the mirror, more or less dissatisfied with his appearance. He was still wearing the same clothes that he had worn the previous day and his long hair was greasy and tousled¬. He opened a drawer, and then another, searching somewhat frantically for a hairbrush. For guys that on average took longer than girls to prepare themselves, their bathroom was terribly unorganized. Eventually, he found a brush in one of the lower drawers and ran it through his mane a couple of times. Fortunately for him, his toothbrush and deodorant were a hell of a lot easier to find. His appearance was still not stunning as he might have hoped, but it was distinctly more attractive than it was a couple of minutes before. He turned to leave the room but suddenly thought better of it and quickly opened the top drawer, grabbing a condom and placing it in his wallet, which in turn went into his pocket. A man can hope, can’t he?
Grabbing his bottle again, he walked into the kitchen, giving Katheryne a slight wave as she looked to him. He chugged the rest of the drink and set the glass onto the counter by the sink, keeping his eyes off the girl as he did so. He didn’t know her enough to be completely comfortable living with her. Hell, he was still on edge about living with Ryker, whom he had known for months now. Though the house was more than sufficient for its price, which was a pretty big benefit. In all honesty, Jack had a hard time when it came to initiating relationships, especially if they involved people with abnormally colored hair. He was putting a lot of effort into trying to get to know this girl though, and he gave himself credit for it. He slipped on his flip flops before looking up at her again, ”So uhh… Ready to go?” he asked.
hey, it's elena and this gal has been at it for
three years now. they are fifteen years old.
