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Post by adam on Nov 24, 2010 6:56:46 GMT 10
-- adam joseph bell !
-- NAME: adam joseph bell
-- NICKNAMES: ad, anty, bell
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 18, 23rd october
-- BIRTH PLACE: inverness, Scotland
-- ORIENTATION: heterosexual usually
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: senior
-- SECRET: 051. you hate who you are when to wrapped up in the hysteria your friends create.
-- PLAYED BY: simon nessel
-- PERSONALITY !
-- DELINQUENT: As a child, Adam was your average boy, filled with cheeky comments and a love for football. As he grew older, however, and slid into his true personality, a little more misguided than before. Adam never thought he was as awry as his so-called friends liked to put across, for they all claimed he had a sharp tongue, which in many a case is true, For he never hesitates to declare what is on his mind, no matter how twisted or harsh. Adam has a strong opinion on most things and dislikes anyone being against it. More often that not, Adam is more of a bystander in whatever immoral action he may be a part of, often the brains of the plan, or encouraging the disturbance to the society he so tried to appear well to. Yet, there is no denying the fact he is manipulative, even to those he cares about, put it down to arrogance or just enjoying the chaos, Adam is certainly the type of guy your mother told you to steer clear of.
-- LOYAL: Adam has had the same group of friends for the last few years. The fact that our Mr. Bell is extremely loyal and a strong believer in order. Adam is one of those who worship the layers of society, in which it doesn't matter who you are, just where you came from, your parents and how much your shoes cost. This is part of the reason that he has such a strong bond to all the girls and boys he meets, his reputation needs to be maintained as a classy gentleman with too much attitude. Of course he cares about his wingmen and the girls he adore, he wouldn't let anybody hurt them, not even for a second, even if they had done wrong, he couldn't abandon them. His loyalties and connections are too strong for him to break away, or even pretend not to care.
-- WEIRD: Mr Bell has always been a little weird, to say the least. How so, you may ask? For example, he despises Nirvana and has always adored art. Adam's humor is undoubtedly a little off-the-mark and his train of thoughts often takes a different route to others. You see, past his tough exo-skeleton, he is self conscious and scared of his thoughts, sometimes containing thoughts about men and his styling, and often lets his facade fall in a display of quirkiness. This is a quality he would rather hide, for he is almost certain his companions would disapprove of the unique sides to his personality that give him an unwanted edge. In some ways, he is afraid of the person inside him trying to get out.
-- LOVES: parties, lying, being right, dressing well, acoustic music, being vulgar, his hair, snow, indie movies, katy perry, the 80's, fast food, fast girls, fast cars, singing, long walks, adam ant, swearing, beaches, busses
-- HATES: sports, "ugh, i'm so fat", stoners, being bored, nerds, scene kids, ugly people, poor people, being judged, fruit, being too hot, bad hair days, being called a freak, his thoughts about men, blood
-- HISTORY !
Adam is the love child between a young Miss Cara May and Mr James Renfrue. Both lived in Scottland all their lives, calling their home chilly Inverness. They hadn't always known each other, as many of those will-they wont-they affairs go. These two only knew each other for a few months, if that. Cara, She's your average girl, as pretty as she could manage with a sweet and caring nature, but barely discrete in her boyish habbits. She worked part time as a Personal Assistant to an old banker. She hadn't wanted to be a Personal Assistant, for all day she had to speak to clingy old women, about old dogs and old things or sharp, selfish young men about sharp, selfish plans and sharp, selfish ways to get it. Every day was a dull and repetitive experience, so of course Cara hated it, but she wasn't going to let the misery get her down, for the money was good. She hated it, yet that 6pm feeling was ecstasy for her.
James Renfrue was fresh out of University at 25 when he met Cara, who was two years older him. He had chosen a career in Banking, too. Engaged to his long-term childhood sweetheart, he had no plans to meet Cara, let alone feel anything. His Annie was all he needed, past, present and future.
His first day at the bank was uneventful. As was the second, and perhaps even the same up to the eleventh or twelfth, for up to that day he was busy doing petty paperwork, gaining the company's trust. Yet that was the day Cara came along, with her experience firmly buckled under her belt. She wanted to borrow a ruler. Cara was almost taken aback when he turned away, he was stunning, with scruffy, yet cute dark hair, and near enough black eyes. His skin was pale and his accent was definetly local, but tainted with a English undertone, perhaps he had studied there, she thought. She took the ruler he held out with strong, angular hands, and left. It was a domino effect, And cara was happy for the rest of the day.
Things built up, they would have coffee together in the mornings, and lunch together every day but thursdays, when James' fiance managed to get over. Thursday afternoons were a drag, as for some reason James would begin acting funny after seing Annie. Yet, it was all the other times he spent with Cara that made him realise there was so much more to live than a ring on his finger, that he shouldn't restrict himself to one girl, not just one friend with boobs! He enjoyed the femenin friendship without the pressure of love and the bedroom. They became best friends, and often went out with some of the other guys from the bank to get beers.
One bitter winter evening, they found themselves standing outside a pub, the warm glow seaping into the streets, giving an alluring glow. Cara slumped agains the wall and breathed in the fumes of her second cigarette. Jamie sat on a wall infront of her, holding his own 'gret'. It was silent. With a sigh, Cara threw her ciggarette to the floor, and grinded her foot against it, killing the glow on the stub. "Shall we go back in? She asked, and he stood up, doing the same to his own cigarette. He stood up walked to the door, his shoulder brushing against hers. He paused, and everything was silent. James breathed in while Cara licked her lips, before their lips met in a moment of passion. For both, it was fantastic, but they quickly pulled apart in embarrasment. What were they doing? He was engaged and she... just no! He apologised and she sorted out her hair, but the tension was too strong. They had to. They ran down the road, over the thin ice that had settled on the pavement. They reached Cara's car and crawled inside, connected with a kiss.
Six weeks later, James quit his job. He decided his marriage needed to be taken to the next step, that they wanted a family, and his life in banking would be too much for them both. They moved to England in late May. However, that was when Cara started showing, and began negotiating her maternity leave.
After Adams birth, James had next-to-nothing to do with it. Occaisionally he would call, or send a parcle, with a gift or money, for her knew about Cara having a child, yet after his fifth birthday, James had two more of his own children, with his wife, and soon stopped the random installments. Adam had an extremely average childhood. His mother missed his christmas play, and often fed him up with fish fingers or jam on toast. He was happy enough, but deep inside the fact he never knew his father bugged him, for, he had never met him or saw a picture, but he was often told he is the spitting image of the mystery man.
When Adam was thirteen, he moved to America. Cara had decided it was for a better life, a fresh start. It was a clean slate of a patchy-looking begging for Adam. America was their safe haven, and Capeside in Massachusetts was their new home.
-- SAMPLE !
James was never usually the type to get angry over a student misbehaving, but there were few things better than seeing an unruly teenager sit, with the situation wasting the time of the person doing time. Of course, there was something a little more than irritating about sitting they’re watching the kid in question play with a bit of a bluetac he or she took from the walls of school. It would have pissed Mr Douglas off, like it did many other teachers. James found it fascinating as every single teacher was expected to view a certain thing a certain way, and believe one thing and not another. He was expected to punish for each and every wrong doing, no matter how petty, which was something he especially did not believe in. What we the point in it, as they were only going to upset you more next time, when you have to punish them again. Detentions, all in all, were a waste of time, but just a fact of high school life.
Luigi wasn’t a particularly unusual troublemaker, he was your usual scene-causer. Of course, James was convinced he could be a success if he tried, but none ever did. Each of these cruel kids set out their goals to make disturbances; it was as if being bad was the new black, the latest way to get invited to that exclusive house party. It was a constant cop chase, trying to track down the kids who longed to be accepted for being outrageously naughty. To Mr Douglas, he thought it was funny, for the world doesn’t care who you upset or who was the biggest bully in the playground, as one was or another they were going to straighten our and wonder where that time went. Sometimes Mr Douglas would laugh, as that wasted time, was to be wasted with him, in silence.
Luigi, one of the more refined harassers, was the subject of the detention. Wordlessly, James watched Luigi as he dragged his feet deliberately, animating his frustration. James contrasted this by relaxing in his chair, his legs stretching out under the table, drumming the table, with smile spreading across his pale face. Of course, Sir watched his students every move. He wasn’t frightened, intimidated was probably a better word, for being alone with such a hateful mind was weird. Luigi was going to get bored, and Mr Douglas was going to react to whatever he would say. He had to, there was no one else around, he couldn’t ignore any torment he could think of. Of course, the digs started almost immediately, when the two walked in. It wasn’t much, but it was a taster of what was to come. ‘Quality time, eh? Soon you’ll be poking me on facebook,’ He retorted with a slight grin. It wasn’t often he was that quick in thinking of a comeback, but when they came, it was hard to contain his pride for thinking it up. James’ thoughts quickly moved on, for he was rarely able to keep up with more than one idea at once. ‘I’m well, Luigi, thanks for asking.’
James frowned as he watched Luigi’s shoes drop against the table with aggression, each of his movements made deliberately to annoy him. Internally, Mr Douglas made a promise to himself to break and shout at him to much,. He took a deep breath in, and used his voice loudly to show his authority, or so he tried, ‘Wadyoo think your doing? Get your feed off that table! Your not at home, Kiddo. This isn’t your time. Think if it was.’ He breathed some more, the look Luigi held in his natural stance was frightening in itself, ‘Wouldn’t you much rather be at home?’
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: aimee
-- AGE: 14
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: average, clingy, quirkier-than-normal
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: an aff. on a beautiful lie !
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