Post by JESSE HARPER on Jun 7, 2012 17:41:40 GMT
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JESSE FRANCIS HARPER
19 (dob: february 29) | joshua logan moore | forever seventeen | frontman and vocals (sometimes guitar or piano) | claims to be bi, but not really interested in girls
He takes after his father when it comes to stage energy, easily getting into the hyper, happy attitude while performing, doing interviews, and talking to fans. On his own time he's a little more of the strong silent, but kind type. He's generally the shadow of the group when his sisters are dragging him to hang out. When he likes someone, he doesn't tell them, doesn't even drop hints. The only time he would, would be when he's drunk. He's a pretty hyper drunk, kind of like how he is on stage, but worse. Sometimes when he's enjoying himself with friends he can find a happy medium between his hyper stage persona and his shadow-like hiding. That's what he considers his 'true' self. He's sometimes like that when he's alone with someone he has a crush on, but that's the biggest hint they'll likely get. He's also like that around his bandmates who are his closest friends. He normally keeps his feelings in a journal unless he can find someone to confide in.
Jesse has never been the strongest person, or the most muscular, but he's a fast bugger. In his school he was the star of the rack team, and on the swim team. He swims like a fish, something he got from Ace. He's also a shutterbug like him.
On his 18th bithday, his father Charlie took him to get a tattoo. It's a tribal style tattoo on his left shoulder blade.
OOC Name: Psyche
RP experience: A long time. I am god. (Jk, but a long time)
Anything Else we should know?: I love all of you. Really. I missed you. Love me.
Codeword:1: hello 2: goodbye
Levi hadn’t been expecting much when he got home, and certainly not what he had found. The room was empty, but Landon hadn’t mentioned going somewhere. At first he figured it was no big deal. Some of his things were still on the table, but Levi had to know there was no reason to think his kitten had left off somewhere.
He pulled the drawers open where he had told Landon to keep his clothes, and his heart sank. The sadness was quickly stifled and instead a feeling of anger and betrayal washed over him. He pulled the drawer out, throwing it to the ground with a loud noise.
The drawer was clearly more empty than usual, almost everything taken. It didn’t make sense, not now, not so soon. Not when Landon had been so quiet. He was always quiet, and Levi should have made an effort to talk to him more. About more than his painting or anything, but he hadn’t.
Was it his fault? Was it someone else’s? Would it be acceptable to kill whoever drove his kitten away. He pulled the desk away from the wall, pushing it over and yelling. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Hunt the boy down? He had left. He doubted he would want to come back. He kicked one of the chairs over and yelled again before going to lay face down on the bed, groaning into the pillow.
As he lay still he felt a wet nose nodding at his neck. Grumbling he looked up to see Landon’s kitten. He flashed his fangs and growled at the thing, not wanting to deal with it.
With that the kitten scurried off, going to paw at the trashcan. Levi got up, shooing the kitten away. He saw the paper in there though, he only thing in there (seeing as no one had much to throw out here). He flattened it out and it only made things worse. Yes, his kitten was gone. He didn’t dare call him back, even fro blood. He didn’t care for that.
If his kitten was going to leave, fine. So be it. He left his room, slamming the door closed as he headed down to the pool, avoiding following Landon’s scent. He would just forget about it. Burn everything that belonged to Landon tomorrow.
“If it doesn’t return, it was never really yours.”
