Post by james oliver winchester on Feb 4, 2011 14:57:49 GMT -5
JAMES WINCHESTER
WILL FIND A MAP AND DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE
OVER RIVERS FARMS AND STATE LINES THE DISTANCE FROM A TO WHERE YOU
nicknames !
age ! twenty-two
birthday ! april 14th
orientation ! straight
membergroup ! local
faceclaim ! joseph gordon-levitt[/ul]
'D BE IT'S ONLY A FINGER-LENGTHS THAT I SE
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
ihate ! alcohol, soda, loud people, parties, his sister, pop music, country music, hip hop, rock 'n roll, whispering woods, sports, meat, processed foods, driving, small talk
ifear ! failing at becoming a successful concert pianist
mysecretis ! has to take meds to keep compulsive behavior in check
aboutme ! arrogant, quiet, rude, insensitive, artistic, intelligent, hard-working, obsessive, serious, awkward
5+adjectives[/ul]
ARK DISTANT PLACES I HANG MY COAT UP IN T
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
hometown ! whispering woods
mystoryis ! James' family is from Augusta, Maine, and he was born there and lived there until he was ten, when they moved to Whispering Woods. As a kid, he didn't mind it very much, but he started growing sick of living there during his teenage years and wanted nothing more than to go to NY. He was a regular kid for the most part, he'd definitely always seemed to quiet and to enjoy being on his own more than anything, but it was nothing that worried his parents. After his sister was born, though, things started changing. From a very young age, Charlie was always the favorite kid, the star of the family. James grew up extremely resentful of that and he started to become more and more isolated, losing his few friends and spending more hours by himself. He was extremely intelligent and talented and surrounded by idiots, anyway, who didn't deserve his attention. At least that was what he thought. It was around that time when he started playing the piano and James quickly began loving the instrument. It was hard for him to tear himself from it and, as a teenager, he spent way more time practicing than going out or partying. He had his mind set in becoming a concert pianist and hopefully going to Julliard. Not that it mattered to his parents, because they rarely paid attention on everything he did anymore. Despite working hard and having several noteworthy academic achievements, maintaining a above 4.0 GPA and getting a full ride to Colby College, his lazy sister, who had always been more worried about boys and parties got all the praise. He eventually stopped caring about it, but it would be a lie to say that it didn't affect him. For once, it could be one of the reasons why he started developing signs of compulsive behavior, in addition to his already troublesome obsession with cleanliness. James tries to keep it in check with pills, but it seems to just get more difficult, the more isolated he gets. Right now, he's just hoping to get through with college soon or maybe transfer, so he can leave Whispering Woods for good.
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ETRATES MY SILENCE AS DRUNKEN MEN FIND
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
myageis ! twenty-three
ilivein ! gmt-3
ifoundthis ! demi
myroleplaysample ! [/ul]
The only time when Niall found the castle remotely pleasant was late at night. And there wasn't anything mysterious or evil about it. Though the late hours were usually connected to seedy business and malevolent acts, that was, at least for the most part, a dull cliche created by people's silly fears. As far as he knew, there wasn't much more to be afraid in the dark than under the sunlight. And, of course, the Slytherin liked to think that he had less things to be afraid of than most people, regardless of the time or absence of light. No, the reason why he found the nighttime so appealing when at the school was that those hours seemed to be the only ones when the place was remotely peaceful. It was true, the school propriety, the castle and its adjacent grounds, were great in size, but the number of students was more than enough to make someone who enjoyed the quiet and all opportunities to be alone as much as Niall did feel extremely annoyed. Not to mention that a good part of those students shouldn't even be allowed to attend the school with people like him. That was Hogwarts, always trying to give the illusion that its students were all equal. Which was preposterous. In fact, in Niall's opinion, the school was supposed to be the main tool in separating the wheat from the chaff. The strong ones from their inferiors. Natural selection would obviously never work properly for mankind. At least not again, thanks to several technological advancements developed with the sole purpose of facilitating life for those who didn't deserve to live, something that, not surprisingly, seemed to be the one thing in which muggles excelled. So there was a need to resort to social selection. It wasn't just about blood purity, at least to him, but also about merit, determination, ambition. That criteria alone would be enough rid the school of the plague that infected it, which presented itself in the form of worthless students with no prospects of a future whatsoever and who were only throwing their education away in their period there. Sadly, though, those decisions were not his to make so, apparently, he would be forced to suffer through his entire education paired with undeserving people and being treated equally.
Niall knew he wasn't equal to most of the people that frequented the school, that much was obvious. First of all, his blood hadn't been stained by a blasphemous union with muggles. Second, he came from a traditional, powerful and influential family. As much as some people, and they were all around, were trying to spread the belief that breed wasn't important, he knew better than that. It was obvious that the power came from the blood, so how could those with muggle heritage ever surpass or equal the ones from a pure family? Also, his intelligence and determination had always set him apart from the others, even as a kid. That had been the result of spending most of his childhood locked in a study, either surrounded by books or in the company of a tutor, but he would never complain. It was paying off. So when Niall received the letter announcing his nomination for the prefect position, earlier that year, it hadn't come as a shock. To him or his parents, for that matter, who had the highest expectations for the boy. And he obviously enjoyed the position. Not that he was one to ever care a lot about rules, no. What appealed him the most was the power and the status granted by the position. It was just another way to set him apart from the others. It also came with little perks, too. One of them was basically the freedom he had to roam the hallways of the castle at night, being his job to assure that no other students were doing the same. Niall usually appreciated it very much; after the rounds, he would find a decent and quiet enough spot, preferably next to a window or up in the Astronomy tower – though that wasn't the ideal choice, considering the large number of couples he'd walked in on when he'd decided to go up there late at night – and read, study, or simply write on his journal, research notes on spells or improved recipes for potions he was working on or, on more unusual occasions, his thoughts and concerns, which weren't few. Not tonight, though. Tonight he had another destination: the prefects' bathroom.
That was another perk afforded by his position, a bathroom that could only be used by prefects and the Quidditch captains – the fact that someone thought the two were comparable still baffled him, but he had other things than his contempt for the sport in his mind right now. At least in theory, since the bathroom seemed to be used by a lot more people than that. Niall hoped that would change, though, after a conversation he'd had with the Head Boy. Not that the muggleborn could be trusted to get anything done but, if he knew what was in his best interest, he would start being more strict about who got those passwords. Despite all that, it was still nice to have a somewhat exclusive bathroom, but Niall didn't think much of it. It wasn't exactly his favorite place to spend the time. It was a bathroom, after all, and, as such, not very suited for studying or reading, the activities in which he spent most of his free time. There was a very specific reason why he was headed there tonight: Aislin Dolohov. The name alone was enough to darken Niall's expression. Ever since the engagement between them had been announced by his parents over the holidays, the girl had been nothing but trouble. He'd never paid much attention to her, despite the fact that they had always been classmates, even when she was nominated prefect with him – which, by the way, had to be Dumbledore's idea of a joke – and, now that he found himself forced to at least get acquainted with her, since they were supposed to marry in about two years, Niall was extremely unsatisfied with his father's choice. Sure, the girl did come from a good family and she seemed to be intelligent, but, other than that, there was little that could be said in her favor. Apparently, Aislin wasn't happy with the engagement, since she took great joy in getting under his skin. Not only that, but a multitude of rumors about her had just started being spread around the school, all of a sudden. Or maybe that wasn't exactly new and Niall had just never paid any attention to them, since he barely knew who she was before the beginning of the current school year. It didn't matter when the rumors had started, though. The fact was that she seemed determined to drag not only her name through the mud, but also his, which was unacceptable. The Avery family had already gone through several embarrassments, all courtesy of their second daughter, Braewyn, and they were the reason why he'd been forced to attend Hogwarts and not Durmstrang, as he'd always wished, since his father would do anything to avoid another fiasco from his children, especially from the only male heir, and that included keeping him as close as possible. It was also due to the "episode" with his sister that Niall hadn't been given a choice on the matter of his betrothed. That second hadn't pained him nearly as much, at least not until he found out that his future fiancée seemed eager to make the situation even worse for his family, his father apparently being oblivious to it. It all seemed to be a vicious circle, but Niall wasn't going to let the girl help smudge his name and embarrass his family even further.
One of those rumors that had been going around involved Aislin, the prefect's bathroom and a plethora of different guys every night. Just what he needed. Not that he cared about it, if the girl really wanted to stain her reputation, but she wasn't going to drag his along. It wasn't as if they were dating, but they had been promised to each other and that was reason enough for her to realize what was appropriate behavior and what wasn't. Or had her parents taught her nothing about manners? If word got around that Niall was unable to keep his fiancée from whoring herself out to half of the school, it would certainly reflect poorly on him. And, being as controlling as he was, he had to put a stop to that before the situation got any worse. Which was precisely why he was about to walk into the prefects' bathroom, despite not being exactly sure what he was going to walk in on. After he stepped into the bathroom, stoic, he stopped at the doorway, his dark eyes quickly scanning the place. Well, that was slightly surprising. Apparently the girl was in there alone... and taking a bath. He turned around to close the door, taking a second longer than necessary, hoping she would cover herself, since the thought of her being naked in the pool, only a few feet a way from him, was strangely disconcerting. When Niall faced her again, she had already swum to the edge of the pool and was staring at him, with that annoying and cocky smile on her lips. “Hardly.” He quickly replied, his own lips twitching slightly, which was always the main sign, along with the icy tone of voice, that he was annoyed. It was amazing how her attitude towards him managed to worsen his mood in seconds. Feeling, against his will, slightly awkward, he leaned back against the wall, next to the door, facing her smug expression. “I simply assumed they were.” Niall knew she wasn't going to be offended by his statement, but he wasn't about to acknowledge that she was right about his reason for being there, even though that wasn't exactly hard to guess. Nonetheless, the fact that he'd gone there for that reason still meant that he was obviously upset by those rumors and he certainly wouldn't admit that to Aislin, because that would only give her more weapons to use against him in this sick little game they were apparently playing. He raised an eyebrow at the girl before asking. “Do you enjoy having people say such things about you?” Niall took a brief pause, his voice carrying a very evident contempt now. “You are certainly aware of them, yet you don't seem to care.” He said, matter-of-factly, assuming she would have something to reply to that. It was about time they had this conversation and they were both there by themselves, so why not now?
Niall knew he wasn't equal to most of the people that frequented the school, that much was obvious. First of all, his blood hadn't been stained by a blasphemous union with muggles. Second, he came from a traditional, powerful and influential family. As much as some people, and they were all around, were trying to spread the belief that breed wasn't important, he knew better than that. It was obvious that the power came from the blood, so how could those with muggle heritage ever surpass or equal the ones from a pure family? Also, his intelligence and determination had always set him apart from the others, even as a kid. That had been the result of spending most of his childhood locked in a study, either surrounded by books or in the company of a tutor, but he would never complain. It was paying off. So when Niall received the letter announcing his nomination for the prefect position, earlier that year, it hadn't come as a shock. To him or his parents, for that matter, who had the highest expectations for the boy. And he obviously enjoyed the position. Not that he was one to ever care a lot about rules, no. What appealed him the most was the power and the status granted by the position. It was just another way to set him apart from the others. It also came with little perks, too. One of them was basically the freedom he had to roam the hallways of the castle at night, being his job to assure that no other students were doing the same. Niall usually appreciated it very much; after the rounds, he would find a decent and quiet enough spot, preferably next to a window or up in the Astronomy tower – though that wasn't the ideal choice, considering the large number of couples he'd walked in on when he'd decided to go up there late at night – and read, study, or simply write on his journal, research notes on spells or improved recipes for potions he was working on or, on more unusual occasions, his thoughts and concerns, which weren't few. Not tonight, though. Tonight he had another destination: the prefects' bathroom.
That was another perk afforded by his position, a bathroom that could only be used by prefects and the Quidditch captains – the fact that someone thought the two were comparable still baffled him, but he had other things than his contempt for the sport in his mind right now. At least in theory, since the bathroom seemed to be used by a lot more people than that. Niall hoped that would change, though, after a conversation he'd had with the Head Boy. Not that the muggleborn could be trusted to get anything done but, if he knew what was in his best interest, he would start being more strict about who got those passwords. Despite all that, it was still nice to have a somewhat exclusive bathroom, but Niall didn't think much of it. It wasn't exactly his favorite place to spend the time. It was a bathroom, after all, and, as such, not very suited for studying or reading, the activities in which he spent most of his free time. There was a very specific reason why he was headed there tonight: Aislin Dolohov. The name alone was enough to darken Niall's expression. Ever since the engagement between them had been announced by his parents over the holidays, the girl had been nothing but trouble. He'd never paid much attention to her, despite the fact that they had always been classmates, even when she was nominated prefect with him – which, by the way, had to be Dumbledore's idea of a joke – and, now that he found himself forced to at least get acquainted with her, since they were supposed to marry in about two years, Niall was extremely unsatisfied with his father's choice. Sure, the girl did come from a good family and she seemed to be intelligent, but, other than that, there was little that could be said in her favor. Apparently, Aislin wasn't happy with the engagement, since she took great joy in getting under his skin. Not only that, but a multitude of rumors about her had just started being spread around the school, all of a sudden. Or maybe that wasn't exactly new and Niall had just never paid any attention to them, since he barely knew who she was before the beginning of the current school year. It didn't matter when the rumors had started, though. The fact was that she seemed determined to drag not only her name through the mud, but also his, which was unacceptable. The Avery family had already gone through several embarrassments, all courtesy of their second daughter, Braewyn, and they were the reason why he'd been forced to attend Hogwarts and not Durmstrang, as he'd always wished, since his father would do anything to avoid another fiasco from his children, especially from the only male heir, and that included keeping him as close as possible. It was also due to the "episode" with his sister that Niall hadn't been given a choice on the matter of his betrothed. That second hadn't pained him nearly as much, at least not until he found out that his future fiancée seemed eager to make the situation even worse for his family, his father apparently being oblivious to it. It all seemed to be a vicious circle, but Niall wasn't going to let the girl help smudge his name and embarrass his family even further.
One of those rumors that had been going around involved Aislin, the prefect's bathroom and a plethora of different guys every night. Just what he needed. Not that he cared about it, if the girl really wanted to stain her reputation, but she wasn't going to drag his along. It wasn't as if they were dating, but they had been promised to each other and that was reason enough for her to realize what was appropriate behavior and what wasn't. Or had her parents taught her nothing about manners? If word got around that Niall was unable to keep his fiancée from whoring herself out to half of the school, it would certainly reflect poorly on him. And, being as controlling as he was, he had to put a stop to that before the situation got any worse. Which was precisely why he was about to walk into the prefects' bathroom, despite not being exactly sure what he was going to walk in on. After he stepped into the bathroom, stoic, he stopped at the doorway, his dark eyes quickly scanning the place. Well, that was slightly surprising. Apparently the girl was in there alone... and taking a bath. He turned around to close the door, taking a second longer than necessary, hoping she would cover herself, since the thought of her being naked in the pool, only a few feet a way from him, was strangely disconcerting. When Niall faced her again, she had already swum to the edge of the pool and was staring at him, with that annoying and cocky smile on her lips. “Hardly.” He quickly replied, his own lips twitching slightly, which was always the main sign, along with the icy tone of voice, that he was annoyed. It was amazing how her attitude towards him managed to worsen his mood in seconds. Feeling, against his will, slightly awkward, he leaned back against the wall, next to the door, facing her smug expression. “I simply assumed they were.” Niall knew she wasn't going to be offended by his statement, but he wasn't about to acknowledge that she was right about his reason for being there, even though that wasn't exactly hard to guess. Nonetheless, the fact that he'd gone there for that reason still meant that he was obviously upset by those rumors and he certainly wouldn't admit that to Aislin, because that would only give her more weapons to use against him in this sick little game they were apparently playing. He raised an eyebrow at the girl before asking. “Do you enjoy having people say such things about you?” Niall took a brief pause, his voice carrying a very evident contempt now. “You are certainly aware of them, yet you don't seem to care.” He said, matter-of-factly, assuming she would have something to reply to that. It was about time they had this conversation and they were both there by themselves, so why not now?
OUR WORDS IN MY MEMORY ARE LIKE MUSIC T
O ME I'M MILES FROM WHERE YOU ARE I LAY DOWN ON THE COLD GROUND I PRA
oh hai! this appy was made by BONES ?! of
CAUTION. she used snow patrol and martha wainwright
lyrics from the song set the fire to the third bar.
don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33
