Post by JASON ALEXANDER DAVIS on Jul 20, 2010 0:48:28 GMT -5
JASON ALEXANDER DAVIS
FULL NAME: Jason Alexander Davis
NICKNAMES: JD, Jay
AGE: twenty-two
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois
CLASS STATUS: lower
CURRENT STATUS: single, but I'm fixing it. I think.
MEMBER GROUP: resident
PLAY BY: Danny Jones
FAVORITE FOOD?
Tacos. Definitely tacos. With a lot of hot sauce.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
Ha. Right. I have a daughter.
FAVORITE COLOR?
Blue
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
A few times. Mostly on drunken nights. But, the worst was when I was fifteen and pissed my pants in English class. Long story as to why that happened.
FAVORITE DRINK?
Um..if you're talking about soda, it's Root Beer. If you're talking about alcohol, well, I'm pretty much game for a beer. Is it weird that my favorite drinks have the same word in them?
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
I don't even know what I see myself doing tomorrow! I guess I see myself still in Miami, still working some job, but hopefully I'll be closer with my daughter.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Fourth of July. Fireworks have always amazed me for some reason.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
I moved to Miami when I was two to live with my grandparents because my parents were abusive. I don't even remember my parents and I'd like to meet them. I know, it sounds messed up that I'd like to meet them, but I would.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
Night. Good things happen at night like parties and sleep. Plus, I love the Miami lights.
NAME A FANTASY?
heh. A little personal, you think? ;)
JD pulled the cheap white covers over his head as he heard his alarm clock scream at him. He reached his right hand out, slapping along the night stand made from a milk crate until he finally found the button to shut off the hideous noise. JD lay there for a moment, trying to remember last night and avoiding the removal of the covers off of his head. He had had far too many drinks last night. One beer turned into two, which turned into three, and soon he couldn't remember how many he had consumed. JD knew he shouldn't do things like this, but he didn't care. There was no reason he needed to be responsible. He lived with a roommate in a dingy apartment. He worked at Eddie's Pizza as a cook.
He pulled the covers from his head, squinting and groaning as the sunlight flooded his room. He hadn't drawn the curtains the night before, but he was sure that closing the curtains to avoid this mess was the last thing he was thinking in his drunken state. He sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't know how he was going to make it through his shift and would possibly mess up a few orders, but JD was no stranger to hangover work days. They occurred at least twice weekly, especially since he had bailed on his ex. He didn't have her to nag him about getting drunk, and he was kind of thankful for that.
JD reached for his pack of Marlboro's and a green lighter. Pulling a cigarette from the package and placing it between his lips, JD flicked the lighter and touched the flame to the end of the cancer stick. He inhaled as he tossed both the lighter and the cigarette package onto his bed. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth with his left hand and ran his right hand through his mess of curly brown hair before standing up and moving toward the window. As much as the sunlight hurt his brain, he had to keep his ritual of observing the neighborhood.
He watched at the old man across the street sat on the porch stoop of an apartment building in a lawn chair, hat over his face and in an obvious slumber. He watched as group of children that appeared to be in middle school rode their bicycles up the street, cursing at each other loudly. He watched as a woman held the hand of a young child as they made their way to the bus stop. JD took a drag off of his cigarette, his eyes on the pair. He felt a pang in the pit of his stomach as he observed. Watching them had only reminded him of his daughter.
His daughter was beautiful from what he could remember, though he hadn't seen her in person in, well, JD couldn't remember the last time he had seen her. He had outdated photos of her on his cell phone, but he knew that wasn't enough. JD had abandoned his little girl and his ex not long after the girl was born. He visited the little girl occasionally, but drinking and work and the thought of having to see his ex had kept him away until he no longer visited. JD wondered if she'd even remember who he was if he stopped by, just like how he didn't even remember his parents. He took another drag from his cigarette, feeling worse than a hangover could ever make him feel.
He thought about his ex, about how beautiful she was. Her blonde hair, her brown eyes, her perfect smile. Those were some of the reasons he had fallen for her. He had left her. He had left her to cry and defend for not only herself, but their baby. He had been so angry with her then. JD had wanted to start everything over. He wanted to start a life of his own, not be held back by her. Now, look where that got him. A job at a pizza parlor that wouldn't get him anywhere in life. This wasn't what he had had planned for himself when he left them.
JD looked at the clock, realized he was running late. Putting out his cigarette, he got up from the window and crossed the room. He changed into his work shirt and pulled on a pair of jeans that were lying on the floor. He found his worn out black shoes under his bed and as he slipped them on, he thought more about his ex and his daughter. He needed to get back into their lives. He knew it wouldn't only be beneficial for him, but for those two as well. JD made his way to the front door of his apartment, hoping today would be the day things changed.
He pulled the covers from his head, squinting and groaning as the sunlight flooded his room. He hadn't drawn the curtains the night before, but he was sure that closing the curtains to avoid this mess was the last thing he was thinking in his drunken state. He sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't know how he was going to make it through his shift and would possibly mess up a few orders, but JD was no stranger to hangover work days. They occurred at least twice weekly, especially since he had bailed on his ex. He didn't have her to nag him about getting drunk, and he was kind of thankful for that.
JD reached for his pack of Marlboro's and a green lighter. Pulling a cigarette from the package and placing it between his lips, JD flicked the lighter and touched the flame to the end of the cancer stick. He inhaled as he tossed both the lighter and the cigarette package onto his bed. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth with his left hand and ran his right hand through his mess of curly brown hair before standing up and moving toward the window. As much as the sunlight hurt his brain, he had to keep his ritual of observing the neighborhood.
He watched at the old man across the street sat on the porch stoop of an apartment building in a lawn chair, hat over his face and in an obvious slumber. He watched as group of children that appeared to be in middle school rode their bicycles up the street, cursing at each other loudly. He watched as a woman held the hand of a young child as they made their way to the bus stop. JD took a drag off of his cigarette, his eyes on the pair. He felt a pang in the pit of his stomach as he observed. Watching them had only reminded him of his daughter.
His daughter was beautiful from what he could remember, though he hadn't seen her in person in, well, JD couldn't remember the last time he had seen her. He had outdated photos of her on his cell phone, but he knew that wasn't enough. JD had abandoned his little girl and his ex not long after the girl was born. He visited the little girl occasionally, but drinking and work and the thought of having to see his ex had kept him away until he no longer visited. JD wondered if she'd even remember who he was if he stopped by, just like how he didn't even remember his parents. He took another drag from his cigarette, feeling worse than a hangover could ever make him feel.
He thought about his ex, about how beautiful she was. Her blonde hair, her brown eyes, her perfect smile. Those were some of the reasons he had fallen for her. He had left her. He had left her to cry and defend for not only herself, but their baby. He had been so angry with her then. JD had wanted to start everything over. He wanted to start a life of his own, not be held back by her. Now, look where that got him. A job at a pizza parlor that wouldn't get him anywhere in life. This wasn't what he had had planned for himself when he left them.
JD looked at the clock, realized he was running late. Putting out his cigarette, he got up from the window and crossed the room. He changed into his work shirt and pulled on a pair of jeans that were lying on the floor. He found his worn out black shoes under his bed and as he slipped them on, he thought more about his ex and his daughter. He needed to get back into their lives. He knew it wouldn't only be beneficial for him, but for those two as well. JD made his way to the front door of his apartment, hoping today would be the day things changed.
hey, it's steph and this gal has been at it for
seven years now. they are nineteen years old.
