Post by JADEN KAMPE on May 8, 2012 23:55:42 GMT -6
HOLD IT STRAIGHT TOGETHER, MAN, HOLD IT STRAIGHT TOGETHER IF YOU CAN
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,3,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style] JADEN TWENTY-TWO PHOTOGRAPHER HETEROSEXUAL alias/name: cait age: 17 country: USA face claim: boyd holbrook how you found us: C: | [STYLE=width:345px; font-family:courier new; color:000000; font-size:25px; text-transform:lowercase; padding:1px; letter-spacing:2px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000;]back to basics -- ♠[/style] NAME: Jaden Edan Kampe [STYLE=width:345px; font-family:courier new; color:000000; font-size:25px; text-transform:lowercase; padding:1px; letter-spacing:2px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000;]freestyle -- ♠[/style]NICKNAMES: Jaden, Jay, etc. BIRTHDAY AND AGE: August Twenty-Ninth, Twenty-one GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Heterosexual MEMBERGROUP: Dark kingdom. Your sense of right and wrong doesn't make sense, Jaden. You were supposed to be a nice boy- you were a nice boy, but the nicest of boys are always corrupted. They tell us to stay golden, keep our heads up, never say never, and look to the horizon, but they didn't tell you that the horizon was bad. That the horizon was only the light fading away, and that the growing darkness of those broad skylines stole from you everything decent about yourself. No one could have known, though, how dangerous it was to look into the light. Or, at least, that's what you like to think to yourself in the secrecy of your own mind. FADE IN: A disheveled and frustrated looking young man comes bursting into what was once a peaceful family room. His sudden and rude appearance startles the middle aged woman placed on the couch across from the television, but she wastes no time focusing her attention on him and switches off the television. She stands, and turns to face the boy. CARA: You're back? He's taken aback by the question, and gives a glare of disbelief to the woman. JADEN: You're surprised? CARA: You said you were leaving. It's been two weeks. I assumed it was for good. JADEN: Extended leave of absence, but I'm back. CARA: That's not fair. JADEN: I'm tired. CARA: You can't just walk in here- JADEN: Mom, I"m tired. CARA: So am I. He's caught off guard, but his expression has morphed from surprised to weary. He can't help but wonder why the hell this woman just can't let him go to bed, and he starts to take a few steps forward, done with the conversation. CARA: Get out. JADEN: ... What? CARA: GET OUT. You were only seventeen. That didn't get you down though. It only made you hate your mother. Now you've moved from the shitty streets of New York to the high rise apartments you used to gawk at when you were a teenager. Hard work and dedication got you here; so did selling your soul to the city. If there was anything the woman who raised you was good for, it was her very good advice. "Do what you have to do, Jay." "Take what you can, Jay." "Never look back, Jay." Photography was natural for you, because you've always seen things, people, women, and men in a different light. It's like their energy is reaching through, telling you what you should really be looking at. Your boss likes that. The women who model for you like that. You think it's because any rich girl likes to be told that the only thing nice about her isn't just her money. It gets them to pose correctly, and some times it gets them into bed. But it's just one thing after another at this point, and you don't care who's batting their eyelashes at you until you wake up in the morning without any recollection of a name. You're an asshole, but at least you're a rich one. You drink, you party, you get around. Everyone who's anyone knows you are. More so everyone that you think matters. You've gone from stupid poor city boy skipping out on home to see the sites you crave to stupid rich upper crust boy still avoiding home to stay in the places that keep you comfortable. You're an idiot so that was easily taken by corruption. |
