alice rhee jamison

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-- ALICE RHEE JAMISON !

-- NAME: Alice Rhee Jamison
-- NICKNAMES: Al, Ally, but to keep it simple she likes Alice.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Twenty-four & September16
-- BIRTH PLACE: Long Beach, California
-- ORIENTATION: Open Minded
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Artist and poet… but she mostly gets by on making greeting cards.
-- PLAYED BY: Alejandra Gonzales

-- PERSONALITY !

-- DREAMER: Alice was not one who liked to deal with reality. She preferred ideals, abstractions, the pursuit of perfection and happiness. Reality is harsh and if she had to come to terms with it she might not survive. For Alice, she took the saying, “Life is what you make it,” to heart. She didn’t believe that she was a two-bit corporate lackey; she truly believed herself to be an artist of both images and words and through her simple cards she felt like she was changing the world… and not just by adding to the ever mounting waste problem that only the human race faces. She felt she was making someone’s day better, maybe even saving a life. She liked to imagine a young sick man lying on his death bed, ready to give into the fight with cancer and just let his life slip away when he gets an unpretentious little card wishing him well and he is so moved by its words that he must continue the fight for his life. Within the week he is completely cured and must find the author of the card that turned his life around. He finds her and realizes right away that she is the love of his life and he cannot leave the room without a yes for a date. A magical six months later he gets to one knee and purposes with a beautiful sonnet that she wrote and she falls into his arms crying with joy and whisper yes and they live together is perfect love and happiness until the day they both died hand in hand because the thought of living without each other is to unbearable they rather take their own lives in love than risk dying alone.

-- CHILDISH: Maybe Alice fantasized like this because she never really grew up, that was her mother’s theory anyway. In fact she told Alice quite often to grow up and become more practical. It wasn’t out of cruelty like some parents but out of genuine concern for her daughter. For Alice, however, each nudge from her mother to go to college or become something that could at least make a living wage only made her more passionate about her dreams. It was more than just big hopes that most young people are afflicted with, Alice was actually childlike. There was nothing she held back: from her wide eyed curiosity, to her exuberant infectious happiness, to the pure anguish of her disappointment she lived each moment fully as if it were the first time every time. While sometimes it was to the pleasure of any of her observers, other times it was much to their great discomfort. While it might be cute in private when she jumps up and down on the bed in glee over the gift she received, it quickly lost appeal when she kicks a waiter because you informed her that your friends don’t want to go to the movies with her because she talks too much. On the flipside, she did not lie, it never occurred to her to… but it never occurred to her that people would lie, not on purpose at least. She believe that information that conflicted with her general understanding of how things are, were only accidental or misinformed people and would promptly inform them of what the truth was. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, or herself, or her thoughts. She enjoyed sex, food, feelings, and life without guilt. She, in many ways, was as innocent as God intended her to be.

-- SELFISH: Like many people out there in the great big world Alice had trouble putting other people’s concerns and desires before her own. Sometimes it didn’t occur her that their feelings were as valid as hers and other times she just didn’t care. It was her business to make sure she got what she wanted and it was their business to make sure they got what they wanted. If they wanted something she had there would have to be a trade for something of equal valid or else it simply wasn’t fair. She didn’t understand how people could just ask and expect people to give stuff over. Few things annoyed her more than someone just begging for money not even bother to offer a service or anything, just give them money for nothing. No one gave her money for nothing, how could they expect to receive it from her. Often she told them exactly what she thought of their begging… in less than politically correct wording.

-- LOVES: the weather, the sky, life, sex, joy, books, the relief you feel when you realize your fears were unfounded, the way the earth smells even when dry, the sound of gravel as it crunches beneath your feet, the taste of hot soup on a snowy day and how you can feel in branch out to every vein in your body as it warms you, the way someone looks at you when they love you, the way dogs feather duster their head to the side, the unconscious mannerisms of people, ice cream, the first warm day of spring
-- HATES: when things don’t turn out how you expected them to, getting shots, having to remember birth control every morning, beggers, people chewing with their mouth open, people who sniffle and snort for hours instead of blowing their nose, the taste of artificial grape, having to sit in a waiting room for hours, getting car sick, not being able to sing whenever she feels like it.

-- HISTORY !

Alice was the only child of Miranda Right and Tanner Jamison. Other than her father leaving when she was six and being raised by her mother. Alice’s life was relatively normal. She excelled in school due in part to her natural curiosity and joy for learning and partly because it was never much of a challenge for her. She had her friendships and her relationships and her heartbreaks from both. It wasn’t until she was sixteen that her life truly changed, she contends that it was for the better but few would agree.

When she was sixteen she met a couple online. The woman was beautiful and the man was very handsome. They were both so nice to her after she had been dumped by her boyfriend. She agreed in secret without the knowledge of her mother to fly across the country from her home in Long Beach, California to Capeside, Massachusetts to be a part of their marriage. It wasn’t long before she was found out by her mother who insisted that she return home, but at sixteen and willful she decreed that if her mother did not let her stay in Capeside she would only run away again and again. If she let her stay she promised to call every day. Finally her mother relented and agreed. As it was, the police weren’t particularly interested in her case because Alice was sixteen and furthermore in another state.

She actually lived happily with Ronnie and Ben for two years before she grew bored of feeling more like a maid than an actual partner. At eighteen and lacking a high school degree and having part time job washing cars at the local car dealer she set out on her own. She found a room for rent and was quite content with her life. She still called her mother daily and refused to come home despite the offer of money to continue school and a warm meal she didn’t have to cook herself.

It was sort of luck that she stumbled upon her job. She was beginning to tire of washing cars for money when she felt so creative and full of things to share with the world. She began painting and tried to sell them at the flea market. Unfortunately she didn’t do well, maybe people just weren’t in tune with her creative talents or she really wasn’t a very talented artist. Fortunately, however, after a potential buyer turned down the purchase of what Alice felt was an excellent piece and seeing her obvious disappointment, he offered her some lessons to help her develop her (lack of) talent.

As it turned out Alice, while not a particularly talented artist had a knack for making cards which was discovered when she made her tutor a card thanking him for his time. The man felt for her and thought the card was actually quite good (ah, when computer skills come in handy) and offered her a full time job designing cards for his small company.

-- SAMPLE !

‘Books. Books. God, how could people keep so many ******** books in one area without blowing someone’s brains out?’ Reading had never been Jimmy’s strong suit, maybe it came from his mother’s literal interpretation of bible bashing. Although, most would probably deem his illiteracy due to the fact that he had derived more excitement in catching small animals and keeping them caged than he had from reading Huck Fin, then again it’s almost amazing that everyone didn’t consider the prior less torturous. Whatever the reason Jimmy didn’t care for books or reading, he was still in a book store, looking for a person to take home with him.

Jimmy did already have one pretty sixteen year old girl locked in his damp, musty basement and some might call it greedy, but Jimmy considered it… having a variety, after all no one got one anyone’s case about having more than one TV channel but, they did tend to get so up in arms about having several victims. Much like reading, Jimmy did not care much for television either and thought it was only fair that he had some way to entertain himself. In some ways, he rationed, he thought he was the healthier for it, he wasn’t some pathetic loser who obsessed over who was kissing who on some show… It wasn’t even real. What he enjoyed was real.

Speaking of his little pleasures… he reminded himself to stay on task, he was here to find someone to keep his little Jessica company. He was hoping to pop his two person virginity, with his first addition to his normal ritual. He felt pretty good about it too; especially with the ease he caught Jessica. Girls, especially the younger, more naive ones were so easy to melt his friendly smile and warm attention. Anyways, how many people really expect to be kidnapped and by someone normal looking. Jimmy was an average man, standing at about five foot ten; he had a compact muscular frame, and was endowed with brown hair and brown eyes. Jimmy looked a little like someone you might find working on a ranch. Although, now that he was forty-two Jimmy suspected his success was mostly consequential from those girls who had “daddy-issues” and possibly a few girls who wondered if he had all the experience his age promised.

Jimmy looked around feeling a twinge of boredom and leaned against a bookcase. In his excitement to add to his company, he neglected to notice that the bookcases which he had hoped to support his weight weren’t placed as he expected and he only succeeded in sticking his hand in a row of books and knocking several to the ground. Jimmy’s mouth twitched in annoyance as he went to pick up the books.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Jonie
-- AGE: Twenty-One (Ha, I am so proud.)
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Strange, dorky, loving
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: A very nice friend of mine is a shameless plugger. =] I thought I would give it a shot even though I'm quite rusty from disuse.

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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