Post by james on Jan 2, 2010 10:26:15 GMT -5
'james hawkins !
[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
now now, don't pay all the attention to james hawkins because there's another midnight massacre in our clutches, and that's davie. he just so happens to have been slashing for fourteen ftw years. although they may seem a bit sketchy, they're totally male. you could say they've had mucho experiance at their misery business. *cough cough* exactly hardly any. you may have noticed they impersonate cameron dejane too. but, they're best at playing themselves! :]] [/color]
neato 'name player !
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babe, i've been checking you out for twenty eight years. that dude has been living under the name of james avery hawkins, but you can call her jim, ave, or mr. hawkins. he's totally off limits though 'cause he's from ipswich. this dope player has been working through their parol by becoming an english teacher. they came into this god forsaken world on november twelveth, and ever since they've been charming the girls whoot! have they had a handful!
you're 'kinda cute!
[/font]makes you look like a model[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
dudee 'the hair! dark brown, cut short, slightly wavy
oh em gee, those eyes! small and brown
geez, look at those tats! none
gawd, skinnyy...! six foot three, two hundred and twenty pounds
wowee, hott stuff!
James blinked. That... that... figure in front of him. That couldn't be him, could it? Yet there he was, reaching out to touch the glass, and the figure was mimicking his movements.
He looked tired. So, so tired. The bags underneath them were almost twice the size of his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in days. Which was ridiculous, because he'd just woken up from sleep. Everything about him looked weak and sallow. His skin was the lightest shade of peach humanly possible. It was almost white. Almost, but not quite. He had high, slanted cheekbones and hollow cheeks, which gave him the impression of a skeleton with a thin layer of skin stretched over it. No meat, just skin and bone. His hair – his lovely brunette mane – was unkempt. It looked slightly greasy, and all the natural waves he remembered had all but straightened themselves out. It hung to his shoulders, limp.
Along with the disheveled hair came a bit of dark stubble along his jawline. It only helped to accentuate the cleft in his chin, which James had never been fond of. Although.. the stubble in itself was not all bad. It gave him a sort of edge, made him look more masculine and dangerous. Perhaps he would keep it. Trimming was a given, of course, but maybe he wouldn't shave it completely off.
Oddly enough, his eyes were the least lackluster feature on his face. They had always been dark brown, like his hair, but it seemed they'd grown darker. They were near black now, and smoldering with an inner fire James had never noticed before.
His hands sought out his pockets. Along the way, they ran over exposed ribs. He'd lost a few pounds in his sleep. Despite that, he could still feel the contours of abdominals. Once he had his fingers twisted around the belt loops of his jeans, James looked into the mirror to study himself again. He could see the outlines of wiry muscles all over. He was now thin and lean, two words he never would have used to describe himself before. In the ''before'' that he could remember, anyway.
you're 'okay nice!
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i love! the smell of parchment, spearmint, reading, sleeping with a blanket, black coffee, modern literature, theater, romantic comedies, edy's chocolate ice cream, listening to rain
eh, i hate! the smell of cigarette smoke, graffiti, nuts, coconut, milk chocolate, excessive use of slang terminology, tea, slutty women, people asking him where his accent's from, text talk
i always do that thing! correcting poor grammar, straightening crooked things, holding his pinkie up when drinking (except from a water fountain)
wow! you scared me! the unknown, not having enough time on earth, going bankrupt
i wish i may, i wish i might! to bring culture to the next generation, to restore the English language to its former glory, to have his name remembered
sweety, you don't know the half of it!
[/i]quiet - adj. restrained in speech, manner, etc.; saying little.
In 240 characters or less, James is quiet and thoughtful. Most people confuse his quietness with shyness, just because he doesn't speak up of his own accord. But, if they actually paid attention, they would realize that he always has some sort of sarcastic retort rolling off the tongue as soon as he is directly addressed. Occasionally, he will speak when not spoken to, but mostly, he prefers to wait and watch. He has learned more over the course of a single year by shutting up than a constant chatterer could learn in a lifetime.
invisible - adj. withdrawn from or out of sight; hidden.[/i]
Over the years, James has become all but invisible to the naked eye. He has trained himself to blend in with any habit. He knows that it is best not to stand out in a crowd. He doesn't wear clothing that attracts attention to himself, and he doesn't dance through the streets singing at the top of his lungs. Blending in with the crowd gives him an advantage many others miss out on. First of all, it makes it easier to adapt to a new situation. If you understand your surroundings well enough to mimmick them, you automatically feel more at ease, as he has learned. Furthermore, it is easier to relate to people when you come across as someone who shares their background, or their outlook on life. Blending in gains knowledge and friendship those who stand out will always miss.
charming - adj. pleasing; delightful.[/i]
The quickest route to the heart of another is by charming them. It is an art James has had plenty of time to practice. The British lilt in his voice alone is usually enough to make women putty in his hands, but to be safe, he has a learned a couple of tricks. He puts a lot of thought into his words before randomly blurting out whatever pops into his head. He has seen where the latter ends: with a slap across the face. James loves to infuse everyday conversations with selections from his every-expanding vocabulary, and is always sure to enunciate his words. That, meshed with the accent and his impeccable manners, paint him as a picture of charm itself.
temperamental - adj. moody, irritable, or sensitive.[/i]
Ah, James' Achilles' heel. He is prone to dangerous mood swings, and can switch from ultraviolet to infrared in the blink of eye. It's little things that set him off, like a portrait hanging crooked or a student using the word ''ain't'' withing hearing range. He's also sensitive, and has been known to blow up at people who ask him about his past. Privacy is big on his list of necessities. Also, if anyone is tossing around insults about someone else's – or his own – family, or a woman, he will grab the nearest blunt instrument and beat some sense into them. No worries, though. He would never beat a student; he has more self-control than that. No, he only truly goes off on people outside school boundaries, and has never been caught or accused of doing so.
pompous - adj. characterized by an ostentatious display of dignity or importance.[/i]
If, so far, you've been lead to believe otherwise, James is an arrogant little bastard. He knows he's smarter than the average Joe, and it gives him a misplaced sense of dignity and power. Circumstances help to keep him grounded, so it is rare that the pompous side rears it's ugly head, but the beast is always there, prowling beneath the surface. When James becomes truly fed up with someone, he can be quoted shouting at them, ''I don't need this! I am so much better than you!''[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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you're 'kinda messed up!
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ma && pa
those little weasels! Like, none.
them relatives! '' ''
shedding little monsters! Little brown Doxon named Puff.
back in the day!
The adventures started in Ipswich, England. That's where James was born and raised. He loved his parents dearly. His mother was always particularly fond of him. She'd tuck him in every night, plant a kiss on his forehead, and sing him the lullaby her great-great-grandmother had passed down through the generations. Then the lights went, and James fell into pleasant dreams.
Primary school was a nightmare. James had always been on the tubby side, with a ring of fat around his middle no amount of crunches could rid him of. (Not that he ever broke double-digits before giving up.) The other kids took note of this and started ragging on him. Each day, James would come home with a new battle scar marking the never-ending fight against pop culture. You had to be skinny to be cool. It was the way the world functioned.
Despite the constant ass-whoppings, James refused to let his grades slip through the cracks. He studied hard. Right from the off, the teachers knew he was special. Different. Not just because he succeeded academically. Despite his weight problem, physical education didn't seem like a gargantuan challenge. His reaction time and coordination were up to par, if not above. Unfortunately, this only served to attract the attention of more bullies. And that's how it was, all through secondary school and beyond.
After graduation, everything changed. He'd been accepted into Oxford University, but apart from the visits during his schooling career, James never set foot on the campus. The day he had his bags packed to leave, two men from the British Intelligence Agency showed up at his front door. They'd been impressed with his grades, particularly the reports from his phys. ed. Teachers. He was just what they were looking for. Or he would be, if he could endure the training process.
They took him to boot camp. James was put through hell – morning runs, polar bear swims, intense paint ball, hand-to-hand combat training, weapons training, courses on reading body language, several different foreign language classes, and free runs over crazy obstacle courses. He was taught how to shadow people, how to throw together a disguise out of anything in the closet, and how to blend. He was part of a unit, a family. He'd shed all the excess pounds he used to be teased for. ... He belonged.
Then they sent James out on his first covert operation, and things went horribly wrong. One of his unit was shot, and James panicked at the sight of blood. He saw his men dying around him, and he didn't really want to join them. So he did what any panicked agent would do – he ran. And ran. And ran.
He ran until the black van caught up with him. Men in suits and shades jumped out, caught him up, and threw him in the back, knocking him unconscious.~ ~ ~
James came to in a hospital. He didn't remember the BIA, or the training he'd received. All he could remember was graduating as a fat, friendless loser. Then he looked in the mirror. He wasn't fat anymore, and he looked.. dangerous. While he was pleased with the change, he had no idea what'd brought it on.
England no longer felt safe. Every time James walked the streets, he felt like someone was following him, monitoring his every move. The scenery was too familiar. Eerily familiar. So he decided to leave. He moved to the United States, the land of opportunity. There, he got himself a job as an English teacher – apparently, he'd graduated from Oxford, and was qualified to teach as a college professor. But he didn't want to teach a bunch of adults. He wanted to teach teenagers. He'd seen what they'd become, and he wanted to change that. To complete his scenery transformation, he bought a dog and named her Puff.
that girl makes me dizzy!
[/font]makes me yearn for tylenol[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
yeahh, i'm pretty hardcore!
SEE MR. DEJANE, PLZTHANKXBAI.
my place, or yours! original ftw.
babe, you still talking! ADMIN EDIT
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