Post by jordan andrew dredd on Jan 20, 2009 0:45:36 GMT -5
JORDANANDREWDREDD!
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sam has been keeping it fly for 15 years. she's been playing the game for a year and bit and playing it the best with jordan. lucky she knows the password, with is [color=99000=admin edit[/color][/b]
SHE THINKS I'M CRAZY,[/center][/font]
full name: duhh? jordan andrew dredd
age: seventeen
grade:senior; 12
clique:skaters
nicknames: jordy. j-dog.
sexual orientation:bi-curious.
JUDGING BY THE FACES THAT SHE'S MAKING,
[/color][/center][/font]height:5'11
weight:135lbs
hair color:brown
eye color:hazel
defining features: tattoos
pb claim: oli sykes
SHE CALLS ME SWEET HEART,
[/color][/font][/center]dreams:
•graduating high school.
•becoming a pro skateboarder.
•to stop using drugs.
•to stop smoking cigarettes.
fears:
•hospitals.
•rapists.
•clowns.
•crows.
secrets:
•he abuses drugs.
•he sat on a hamster and killed it, by accident.
•his mother supply's him with drugs.
likes: at least ten.
•skateboarding
•music
•his ipod
•his family
•drugs
•cigarettes
•gum
•basketball
•running
•snow
•winter
dislikes: at least ten
•heights
•hospitals
•skiing
•cake
•sea food
•sugary food
•candy
•abuse
•rumors
•fakes
I LOVE THE WAY SHE WAKES ME WHEN IT'S STILL DARK,
[/color][/font][/center]mother: Giselle Casey Dredd, 37, Gentlemen's Club Owner
father: Harper Donovan Dredd, 39, Restaurant Chef.
siblings: Violet Rae Dredd, Seventeen
hometown: Ontario, Canada
relationship status: single
AND SHE WATCHES THE SUN,
rp sample:
ยปJordan Andrew Dredd
(Clothes)
I guess some kids are just
born with tragedy in their blood,
I try to wash this away,
I wanna cleanse your veins,
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Beep, Beep, Beep.
Jordan was having a lovely dream, where he was king of England, and everyone loved him. Except everyone was, well orange people. So really, it was more like he was the king of Orangland, it kinda sounded like England? Well, it really didn't, but in his dream, he had an amazing British accent so he when he said Orangland, and England, they sounded the same. Cool no? Well sadly, his dream wasn't all as it cracked up to be. Turns out he ended up being like King Louis the Sixteenth, a real jackass. And his orange people were rebelling against him, creating the French Revolution, more like the Orange Revolution. His dream ended with him being shot at three times, which was actually three beeps of his alarm clock, thank god for that. He didn't actually get hit by the bullets, which was a good thing, because you know what they say. If you die in your dreams you die in real life, oh gosh right?
THANKFULLY, his alarm clock had woken him. More like startled him, he went from being snugly in his cover to the cold hard floor. A cool breeze tickled his bare back, he sat up and rubbed his head, his hazel orbs fell on the open window. No wonder it was like minus a million degrees in his room, okay so yes, that was a hyperbole, but what ever. With a yawn he stood up and lazily made his way to the hotel bathroom. With out even thinking he went about his morning routine, he had done it so many times that he didn't need to even really think about it, it was just a natural response for his body. First, he brushed his teeth, then went to the bathroom, that was followed by a very long hot shower. Once Jordan was done in the shower he moved to blow dry his hair to straight perfection, yes, he was rather obsessed with his hair, and he cared for it deeply. That's why it was so healthy.
Jordan smiled as he got dressed, though the smile soon faded as he realized where he was. He was in the hotel that Alaina booked for the band, he bit his lip and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit, he had deep bags under his eyes and he was paler than normal. He hadn't really slept to much at all, it was more like he just took a bunch of naps. It all started after he raped Alaina, that was his downfall, it just made him feel like such a fucking douche bag. Alaina though, she seemed fine. When ever he was around her- which wasn't often- she would seem perfectly normal. He on the other hand didn't even pretend to be happy, after all he pretty much killed his fan base when he got caught dealing coke.
With a sigh the boy slipped on some DC's and went next door to Alainas. They needed to talk, for the sake of the baby. He all ready knew their relationship and friendship was over. He didn't know how she said it so blankly, but it was like all the time they spent together meant nothing. After about five minutes of working up the courage he knocked on her door, he took a step back and stood there awkwardly while waiting for her to open it. "Uhmm Alaina, its me, uhmm Jordan... I think we should talk." he managed to say while standing there.
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- word count__&&I unno
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- Notes__&&told you, not as long.
anything else?:no
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BUT SHE'S THE ONLY ONE I'VE GOT MY EYES ON,
[/color][/font]this application was made by margi, aka DANCE WITH THE WIND ! of CAUTION 2.0! if you take this as your own, she will spaz. as will her totally stealth GFRAN, kristi. and kristi bites. oh but of course, lyrics from the song i must be dreaming, by the maine![/center][/size]
