HARTSON, jaymie

[jaymie hartson ;;]

‘‘ Jaymie Sunday Hartson ,,

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I look up at the sun, it only hurts my eyes.[/center]

FOOL ENOUGH
to almost be it.

name ,

Jaymie Sunday Hartson

nicknames ,

Jay, James

age ,

Seventeen

birthday ,

February eighteenth

grade ,

Junior

gender ,

Female

social status ,

Musician

sexual orientation ,

Heterosexual

form of entrance ,

Jaymie was requested to enroll for her talents in singing and playing the guitar.

character type ,

Cannon

COOL ENOUGH TO
not quite see it, doomed.

birth parents ,

Melissa Hartson; 45
Roger Harston; 50

siblings ,

None at all

other family ,

Larraine Hartson; aunt; 46

other significant figures ,

Aaron Ramirez; best friend since kindergarten

hometown ,

New Jersey

best memory ,

Jaymie’s best memory, or her favorite at least, was when she and Aaron became friends. He had tried to help her when she was being picked on. Aside from that, her favorite memory was when she was in Florida and the band she was in played ther first show.

worst memory ,

The worst memory Jaymie has in life was when her parents forced her to move towns. It was extremely short notice, so she didn’t have a chance to tell anyone.

history ,

Her life started off to be quite simple. When she was born, she had been christened Jaymie Sunday Hartson. The spelling of the name wasn’t ordinary, but she wasn’t going to turn out to be an ordinary girl, now was she? The time must have been roughly six fifteen, February eighteenth. White walls lining the hospital made it slightly colder, as the chill of the season was playing with the air outside. From that moment, her life would be well off, her baby years not really that important, considering nobody ever remembers what their life was like when they were a baby. That is, unless they have an extraordinary memory.

So, her life continued on, leading her to being four years old, entering kindergarten like most children do. She was a little bit different, to be honest. Then again, she always had been a little bit odd. Things were pretty ordinary at the school, though; except there were people who seemed to enjoy picking on her. It was kind of weird, if you thought about it. Children in kindergarten usually don’t bully one another, then again, they could have been older than them, and she didn’t really bother with ages.

One day, when some boys decided that they were going to steal her cookie, the one thing that they got for snack, and that left her crying. She was a little bit of a crybaby when she was in kindergarten, but what would you expect from a four year old? After all, cookies were a pretty big deal back then. So, when some kid came by and tried to help her, she was more than flattered, well as far as flattery goes when you’re so young. Then she’d smiled at him, a big, bright smile, and said “Yay!” before calling him her best friend.

They were pretty much inseparable after that, doing almost everything together. When the other girls were making friends with girls, she was hanging around with a boy. Jaymie told Aaron everything, mostly, and was always excited to see him. It would have been sort of sad if she hadn’t been excited to see him, as he was her best friend and all. So, life continued on, consisting of adventures out in the sun, to watching movies on rainy days.

It’s cliché, how it all happened. Just one day, she was looking at him and she realized she was falling for him. Now, Jaymie wasn’t stupid. She knew that this couldn’t be a good thing; because it was something she felt she couldn’t tell him. Her fear of rejection by her own best friend overtook her, keeping her lips sealed for as long as they were. So, she’d never told him, not wanting to risk their friendship ending.

When their freshman year came, Jaymie’s feelings were still the same as they had been for the past few years. Then, something happened. She had walked into the house, setting her bag down on the floor, seeing the living room cluttered with boxes. She walked up the stairs, looking for her mother, and saw that the walls of her room had been stripped of all pictures that were there, the trinkets that were skittered along the shelves in the room were craftily placed into boxes, leaving only her wardrobe and a bare bed left. When she’d cried her mother’s name, her mother came rushing as thought Jaymie had just hurt herself, and looked at her, telling her bluntly that they were moving.

She didn’t keep in touch with anyone when they left. It took them a good day, she didn’t go to school after they found out, and they left that day. Silently in the back seat, she’d cried, not wanting to leave. They were moving to Florida, for some unknown reason, her parents didn’t go into detail with her. Her mother had just said something about her father accidentally looking at a file or something and that they had to leave.

At first, she didn’t really want to make friends with anyone, just sitting there writing in her notebook. She started off writing letters, ones she’d never send, to Aaron. Then, she began writing music, lyrics just ending up on the page. She’d already been into the guitar, so she was continuing with that. Then, she met a group of boys, they wanted to start a band, and she went up to them, leaving behind the state of shyness that had masked the real Jaymie, and asked to be in their band.

That was the start of a good friendship. She spent a lot of time with these boys, not caring what anyone else thought. They were her friends, and they had so much in common, it was inevitable. One of the boys was named Parker. He was the bassist, and he and Jaymie were closer than she was with the others. He had really been the only one who thought having a girl, as a lead singer would be really good for their image. So, they had hesitantly accepted her, before she grew on them. This seemed to help her out, bringing back the outgoing girl that she was back in New Jersey.

Then she started hanging out with some girls, not really fitting in much with them, but she didn’t mind. Jaymie was certainly an individual, not dressing the way most girls in Florida dressed, but the girls didn’t seem to mind. They somehow got it out of her that she liked Parker, which she did, but probably because she was trying to hide her feelings for Aaron. Then again, they seemed quite alike to her. So, without too much convincing going into it, they girls got her to ask Parker out, and that was how they began dating.

Jaymie and Parker dated for most of her time spent in Florida. They went out for the summer leading into sophomore year, and most of that year as well. Things were just peachy, the band still going strong, and Jaymie was spending a lot more time with girls. But, towards the end of sophomore year, Parker changed. He turned into a completely different person. He wasn’t the goof that she had grown to like, leaving her feeling confused. He’d cheated on her with one of her friends after she denied him when he asked for sex; she simply wasn’t ready. Not to mention he was a bit abusive, leaving her with a few scars on her body from when he got too worked up.

She didn’t want to stay in this place anymore, so she’d asked her parents to do something about it. She’d heard about this school for the arts, and she really wanted to go for music. For two months straight, she begged her parents to help her. So, they’d done the required things and then poof, there she was, being asked to attend the school for music. Oh, thank goodness for audition tapes, and aunts who live in L.A, yes? So, that was how she ended up in Los Angeles, a fresh face for the world to see.

PICK YOUR POCKET
full of sorrow.

likes ,

[/li][li]Guitar
[/li][li]Singing
[/li][li]Fruit loops
[/li][li]Funny faces
[/li][li]Writing
[/li][li]Animals
[/li][li]Jones Soda
[/li][li]Doritos
[/li][li]Laughing
[/li][li]Breaking out into song/dance
[/li][li]Surprises [/size][/blockquote]
dislikes ,

[/li][li]Fur jackets
[/li][li]Violence
[/li][li]Cheaters
[/li][li]Awkward silences
[/li][li]Crying
[/li][li]People who think they’re all that
[/li][li]Superstitions
[/li][li]Stereotypes
[/li][li]Soap operas
[/li][li]Staying in
[/li][li]Waking up too early [/size][/blockquote]
strengths ,

[/li][li]Good guitar player
[/li][li]Can sing
[/li][li]Energetic – good stage presence
[/li][li]Takes criticism well[/size][/blockquote]
weaknesses ,

[/li][li]Can be obnoxious sometimes
[/li][li]Gives terrible advice
[/li][li]Laughs far too much
[/li][li]Short attention span for anything other than music[/size][/blockquote]
fears ,

[/li][li]Being alone forever
[/li][li]Getting hurt (physical&emotional)
[/li][li]Going deaf
[/li][li]Her family dying[/size][/blockquote]
goals ,

[/li][li]Be in a famous band
[/li][li]Find Aaron again
[/li][li]Win a year supply of Fruit Loops
[/li][li]Meet “the one”[/size][/blockquote]
habits/quirks ,

[/li][li]Plays with her hair too much
[/li][li]High pitched giggles when nervous
[/li][li]Bites her lip a lot[/size][/blockquote]
random facts ,

[/li][li]She never leaves the house without eyeliner
[/li][li]She loves dressing up, it doesn’t matter where she’s going, but she likes cotumes[/size][/blockquote]
secrets ,

Jaymie’s number one secret is that she still loves her best friend, Aaron, but she can’t tell anyone, just in case.

overall personality ,

Over all, Jaymie is an optimistic person. Even if something seems impossible, she believes that there is still a chance of something going right in a situation. She tries to see the best in people, knowing that everyone is good deep down inside. Even if it may seem like you have to dig really deep to figure this out. She isn’t afraid to speak what’s on her mind, in most cases. Sometimes doing so can cause her to be a bit sarcastic, but most people are sarcastic at times anyway.

She’s a very confident person, believing that she can do whatever she sets her mind to. However, she doesn’t go about being confident in a cock manner, she’s more so modest about it. Speaking of which, she isn’t really one to brag about her achievements. Jaymie isn’t really into telling everyone about things that happen in her life, she’d prefer to stay neutral and kind of out of the spotlight when it comes to personal matters.

Jaymie is quite outgoing, and she loves meeting new people. She doesn’t judge people or put them into categories, because that just isn’t right. She’s intelligent, yet sometimes dim. Jaymie can be exciting, yet vapid. It all depends on her mood and the day. Sometimes it even depends on the weather. She doesn’t like being like everyone else, she’d rather just be who she is, and she doesn’t really care what anyone else thinks about her.

Sometimes Jaymie keeps things inside of her, causing her to end up in difficult situations. She doesn’t really enjoy showing sadness or anger to other people, because she wants to give a façade that she’s generally a really happy person. However, just like any normal teen, she does have her little bouts of depression here and there, but can quickly recover with a good movie and a tub of ice cream.

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RUN AWAY WITH
me tomorrow, june.

face ,

She has a rather pretty face, not so much round, but oval shaped. Her jaw is a bit square, giving a strong look to her, yet somewhat soft. She’s got really lovely eyes, a nice dark blue yet somehow greenish looking colour. As for her nose, it’s not so big, yet it isn’t tiny either. It’s just a regular nose, to say the least. Jaymie’s lips are fully and a lovely shade of pink which seem brighter than they actually are against her skin, which is pale.

body ,

Jaymie is a small girl, but no in every way. Sure, she can wear size 2 jeans, but she isn’t one of those girls that are so skinny you think she would break if you gave her a hug. She was never like that, and doesn’t plan on it. As for her height, she stands at five foot seven, which is pretty tall for a female, especially at her age. She’s fairly happy with her looks, though sometimes she wishes she were shorter, but she likes how she looks. Sometimes she goes through the “ew, my thighs!” phase, but that passes rather quickly.

distinguishing features ,

Jaymie has her nose pierced on the right side, and her lip pierced on the left side. She’s yet to get any tattoos, but she’s planning on getting a few, not sure what they are going to be yet. As for scars, on her hips she has a scar from falling onto a glass table and having it shatter and she also has some on her shoulders from numerous incidents that happened when she was drunk, so she can’t really remember what happened.

clothes ,

She never wears clothes unless they are comfortable. Most people might describe her as being an indie kid. She wears a lot of neutral colours, consisting of blacks and faded pinks. However, sometimes she will wear really bright colours too. Generally, Jaymie dresses in skinny jeans and t-shirts. Sometimes she’ll wear a dress, depending on what she’s doing. As for shoes, she wears sneakers or flats. It’s odd when she wears flip-flops, but she does sometimes. Jaymie prefers not to wear shoes, but she can’t really help that you can’t go most places without them. She likes to modify a lot of the clothing that she buys, adding little things to them to make them unique, or cutting them a bit and then sewing them in different ways. She has a few pieces that she’s made herself. Jaymie likes wearing pinstripes and vibrant jewelry. She wears headbands around her head, getting called a hippy sometimes, but that’s all right with her. She likes to dress in whatever she wants, even if that means being a little bit behind in the latest trends; not that she follows them.

celebrity claim ,

Juliet Simms

WE’LL TRY AND
ease the pain.

name/alias ,

Emm

age ,

Fifteen

forms of contact ,

PM, email(shown in profile). If need be, I can give you my MSN or AIM. (:

experience ,

About five years now.

other characters ,

None.

password ,

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random ,

Sometimes I can get a bit carried away with my posts. D: So if they’re EVER too long, let me know. (:

BUT SOMEHOW,
we'll feel the same.

The breeze was something indescribable, a change from the stuffy afternoon whether that had come prior to the slight chill of the night. He found it amusing how around nine thirty-four things were starting to darken, more shadows coming up with every step that he took, smirk plastered to his face as he wandered through the darkness, small lights here and there surrounding him as he walked through the small housing area that he lived in. It wasn’t magical, to say the least. You wouldn’t want to go as far as saying this. However, it was quite nice. With the way that the breeze ran along, sending stray leaves crossing the ground, skittering like an animal, if you’d like to say. It was just nice.

A few moments prior, he’d been sitting in his bedroom, head sticking out the window as a joint hung from his lips, pale pink in the moonlight. He felt the need to get away. Find solace in something other than the joint that he had been smoking. Why was he hanging out the window of his bedroom doing so? Well, he couldn’t possibly let his mother and father find out, now could he? That would be quite the disaster. They were already gracious enough for taking him in. He’d been saved from having to go on with the circus, not continuing to get an education and such. That would explain why he was turning seventeen in December and was going on to be in the tenth grade. A sophomore, when he really should be a junior. But, alas, he’d been out of school for about a year, so they’d held him back. Sure, he was schooled in such a way, but they were well behind in the curriculum, therefore, he had to redo that year.

Certain that his guardians were asleep, the boy slid through the window, propping himself on the roof. Lucky for him, there was a large tree by the window, making it easy for him to get down. But, before doing so, he reached back into the window, grabbing a black backpack from beside the window, pulling it out the window with him and slipping it over his shoulders. He then made his way, slowly, towards the tree, joint still sitting between his lips. He didn’t want to waste it by putting it out. It was dark, a lone light coming from the house on the right side of him, allowing him to see what he was doing. Grasping the large branch that was outstretched in his direction, the boy took it in his hand, moving his body so he would be able to climb down. Upon reaching the bottom, he jumped down, finding the ground with a small ‘thump’ noise from the contact with the grass.

Then he’d headed down the street, finding his way through the town, leading himself to the nearest park that he could find. His joint was long gone, as he’d put it out, shoving the remainders into a small plastic bag that he’d pulled from the backpack. He wandered around, streetlights shining on him for only split seconds, lighting up the face, glinting off the strands of blonde hair that it found, leaving the brown bits to hide in the darkness. In the night, there was a sparkle in his eye, but it wasn’t one that was clearly evident. It was far too dark, making the brown of his eyes appear to be black.

Moments later, he was sitting on a swing, moving his feet back and forth in the sand. He’d long abandoned his backpack to the ground beside him. Another joint had been lit and left to the sand that was scattered around him. A clear, glass bottle had replaced it as he moved slowly, swaying in the dim lights that were in the park. He looked quite funny, sitting in the darkness, watching the trees sway gently in the breeze. He had a purple hoodie pulled over his torso, hood resting upon the locks of hair, masking them so only bits and pieces were visible. Then the bottle would be pressed to his lips, slowly letting the liquid rush to his throat, his eyes already blood shot from the joints previous. His Nike clad feet would slow in this process, dragging gently against the sand, then pushing back against it as he swayed forward once again. This was how he enjoyed spending his evenings sometimes. Sneaking out, hiding a bottle of Jack’s in his backpack, a couple of joints lingering on his lips, leaving a scent to stick to his clothing, and sitting in a park. That was when they would realize; Benjamin Osman was not an angel.

[audrey phoenix ,,]

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