Post by BENJAMIN AYER JONES on Mar 13, 2009 21:51:42 GMT -5
BENJAMIN AYER JONES
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I've got a SECRET.
it's on the tip of my tongue to the back of my LUNGS.[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Benjamin Ayer Jones.
NICKNAMES: Ben or Jones.
SEX: Male.
AGE: Nineteen.
GRADE: Senior. [Stayed back a year]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
ETHNICITY: English - French - American.
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Oliver Sykes.
HAIR: Black.
EYES: Brown.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'2" - 160lbs.
BODY TYPE: Tall.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He has tattoo's almost all over his body. The pieces that haven't been tainted at his face and butt. He also has a New York Accent.
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES:
- His Sidekick V3.
- Girls.
- Sex.
- Kissing.
- Reading.
- Alcohol.
- Sweets.
- His Guitar.
- Parties.
- The city.
- Power Napping.
- Night-time Hours.
- Sweet-Tea.
DISLIKES:
- Drama queens & kings.
- Spicy food.
- The Popo's.
- Holiday's.
- Kids.
- Hot Weather.
- Cold Weather.
- People who think they are the shit.
- Hospitals.
- Being told what to do.
- PMSing females.
- His father.
STRENGTHS:
- He can be calm around those he cares for.
- Understanding, fights for his friends and family.
- Loves to party and be in crowds of people.
- Speaks out a lot, but actually has things to say.
- Tends to explore more than attending school.
WEAKNESSES:
- Girls.
- Anger problems.
- Get's bored quickly, to the point where he'll walk away.
- He loved his mother, his father tends to use her death against him.
- He sometimes can't control his attitude.
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- Picks at his nails and cleans them free of dirt.
- Bites his fingers.
- Shuffles when walking, dragging his feet.
- Biting his lip.
- Humming when bored or zoned.
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: Maria Renee` Jones - Mother - 45 - Deceased.
Richard P. Jones - Father - 48 - Farmer - Alive.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHER FAMILY: N/A.
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: LION OR TIGER?[/color] carefully grabbing onto the edges while he spoke, his body slowly sank into his bus, hands disappearing, but his head poking back up. "Make sure your band doesn't see,"[/color] his voice was quiet, eyes staring her down.
STEREOTYPE Player.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Ben's eyes wandered towards the sun roof piece of the bus which we had come through before... all of his drugs were hidden in his bunk and away from everyone. As a matter of fact, he kept all of his stuff in a large lock box what was hidden deep in the little cubby space under his bunk. With a smirk, he gathered up his things and slid them back into his pocket with one hand, and then the other held the joint to his lips. Sucking in the last bit of smoke the joint had to give off, he licked his lips and put the stub out on a napkin another band member left up there. His warmed body rose from it's position and walked over to the sun roof position. "Come, I'll let you see what I have."
Moving back down into his bus, he slowly walked his way to the back of the bus and made his way to the bunk closest to the floor and sank down so he was sitting against his bed. He leaned down slowly and pulled out a black and silver lock box, stickers and drawings all over it... you could almost tell he's had it for a long period of time, probably since he was a teen. Digging around in his shoe, Ben was quick to pull out a key and unlock the box o' goodies. It had everything from weed, to E, coke, Heroin, Crystal, shrooms, new needles, tourniquets, anything you could really wish for when it came to drugs in general.
"Hmm... what to do..."[/color] he mumbled and dug through tiny baggies here and there, but one caught his eyes in particular. The meth.
His fingers fumbled to pull out the crystal and a small box of matches, a very clean looking spoon and a tiny vile of pure water. Ben's jacket basically flew off as he sat down onto the cold toilet once he closed the lid. His shaky fingers grabbed the spoon quickly while he placed it between his dry lips. They were even shaking. With very quick movements, the meth was dumped onto the spoon as was the small vile of water in a matter of seconds, in which Ben had already pulled out a match and was getting ready to light it up. His fingers were shaking so much he could barely light the match, but within ten times of trying he got it finally and quickly held it under the spoon while waiting for the water to boil up. Luckily, it was warm already so it didn't take long for the water to slowly start and bubble.
'S-s-so close.. ' he thought, even stuttering in his head while his whole body went into tremors when he used a small sterile safety pin to stir the contents to make sure the meth was dissolved completely. After setting down the spoon onto the sink, his body was quick to grab a cotton ball from the box. He knew perfectly where they were. Opening up the package which held the needle and made sure the tip wasn't on yet. His eyes moved to the things he had used and had yet to use and sighed lightly thinking about how he was messing up his entire life even more... but the thoughts were quickly diminished when he soaked up the meth solution into a cotton ball. It was almost time.
Jamming the needle tip-less syringe into the cotton ball, Ben sucked up the solution into the needle, making sure no air bubbles or chunks were in the needles clear plastic body and placed the needle head on quickly. While setting down the needle onto a small table next to him, he leaned down to his box and pulled out a tourniquet, almost right away tying it above his elbow tightly, but not tight enough to cut off the blood supply. His eyes watched his veins while he kept his left fist clenched, and the right hand carefully holding the needle which was ready anytime his veins were. After at least a minute of waiting, a single vein had bulged up which was the welcoming mat for him. Slowly, his right arm went down and the tip of the needle was place against the vein before it slowly pushed into the blood filled river and injection of Meth was already starting. "Shit... so cold..."[/color] he muttered to himself as he watched the fluid drain quickly. He could feel the now cold solution shooting into him like millions of bullets hitting him at once... but hell what a great feeling he was getting out of it. When the meth was completely gone, Ben pulled out the needle and ripped off the tourniquet, already putting his things away while letting the drugs take over slowly. He rolled up the little bag of his queen crystal and placed it into the box. As for the other things, another small box without a lock was taken from under the bed, where his needle went. He'd dispose of them later.
Ben's eyes went out of focus for a second as his choice drug went through his entire body... he could only hope Jazz wouldn't be too turned off when he got a little... how to put it, flirty, wanting, sexual, hyper?[/size][/quote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND
YOUR NAME: Lexi!
HOW'D YOU FIND US: Through an advertise on another rp I'm in.
ANYTHING ELSE? I love you Tany <3 :D
