Post by seth alexander jones on Feb 21, 2010 4:22:34 GMT -5
seth alexander jones
so, let's start off with the basics. what's your name?my name is seth alexander jones, but please. i insist you call me seth. none of this bullshit “mr. jones” and so on and so forth. let’s be friends. let’s be casual. it’s seth, always seth. haha, you really wanna know why my parents picked it out? frankly, i have no idea. i guess it was on their list of potential names and it got slapped on me and they made goo-goo eyes and decided it was perfect. no big deal; i like it.
oh, it's a nice name! now, would you mind telling us how old you are?thank you, thank you. i’m twenty one; my birthday is june 7th. nothing too exciting.
really? you look much younger! well, let's get started. first off, what are you on this tour?hey now, i don’t have wrinkles yet. no need for all this flattery haha. i know i look good, no worries. anyway, i’m the guitar tech for all for dayna. i guess that’s really all to say about it. i work with guitars for a living and i look good while doing it. it’s cool.
oh! so how did you first get involved with batteries not included records?well see, i’m friends with the people in the band and they were like, “SETH YOU NEED A JOB” and i was like “YEAH, COURSE I DO, BRO” and they asked me to be their guitar tech which is pretty awesome; i just make sure guitars are working, i jump in when someone’s sick or dying or decided to go to vegas to elope (i kid, i kid), you need me, i’m there.
oh gosh, really? all right, so, how are you enjoying it so far?really, really. i wouldn’t lie to you, babe. i’m enjoying it quite a lot; meet new people, keep an eye on my sister. it’s great. it’s really great.
that's great! so, what do you do in your free time when you are not working?i actually am a prettyyy chill, boring guy. free time...ah, you know. i have sex. i play guitar. i read-yeah, i know right. i read. who does that anymore? i eat since i’m a pig, i work out, i steal my sister’s camera and take pictures, i hang out with my friends, stuff like that. like i said, i’m boring. really.
oh, i love some of those too! looks like we have alot in common.hey, now, what did i tell you about this flattery shit? hahaha.
so, how has your romantic past been?my romantic past...damn you people are really digging deep. let’s see; it’s been pretty alright. i like girls so i can be a bit of a manwhore when i’m single, but i prefer the whole girlfriend angle. and i’ve definitely had my fair share of them. some were girls who i really liked, some were relationships that developed out of flings, i’ve got a bit of everything. no big.
and what about now? is that any better? any different?i’m single.
oh, i see.. hmm... and, what would you say are your turn ons? do you have any turn offs?i like a girl with an attitude and i like a challenge. i like girls who don’t look at me like i’m some sex god and don’t just let me shove them in bed and let me have my way with them. i love a girl who can take control and speak her mind and tell me exactly what she wants instead of making doe eyes and being all, “whatever you want, sethy-poo” because that’s stupid. we need to have good chemistry and i want a girl who is willing to work with me instead of work against me, listen to my opinions, stuff like that. i don’t date girls who are fucking doormats; those are great for when i just want to get laid, but for a relationship? no way. i also don’t deal with really annoying, clingy girls. i like them independent, smart and able to think for themselves instead of listening to every word i say like some goddamn slave.
ooh, that's understandable, mhm. so, give us a bit of detail about yourself.let’s see, where to start. i’m a talent scout; i’m supposed to be cool, collected and able to relate to kids and fit right in and lemme tell you, that’s exactly what i do. i’m chill; it takes a lot to ruffle my feathers. i like to say that i’m charming and i know i am. i’m not even in a band and girls swoon over me and get their little panties all bunched up when i’m around all because i smile and they usually catch me without a shirt on. professional, right, whatever. i like showing off my body; i’m vain and when it’s pretty damn warm in la and i do a lot of work, so whatever. i’m confident, i think you’ve been able to pick up that much about me already, and i guess i can be a bit of a pretentious dick. it’s what i do; girls either dig it or hate it. i guess i also have a softer side seeing how, even though i’m a really social person, i really like to be able to escape to a cool place with a book and a coffee and just sit and read for a couple of hours. i like keeping my mind sharp; i mean, don’t get me wrong, i’m definitely not the sharpest tack in the box, but i don’t want to quit reading and stuff; have you ever ready the works of ancient greece? that shit’s intense! books give me that escape from reality i crave when the stress starts piling on; it’s what i do. i’m also a really good listener apparently; my little sister comes to me for everything. i mean, literally everything. which kind of sucks because no, i do not want to be a great big brother and go out and get you tampons and shit at two in the morning and i did not need to know that your vagina started bleeding . like i mean, come on, is there really no line? people trust me because i’m great like that. i don’t know; what else am i supposed to say? just get to know me, kay.
mhmm. well you sound like a fun young man/woman. now, is there anything about your past?so my history. god uhhh. my parents had me while they were dating and they didn’t get married for another...year? yeah, something like that. it was three months before grace was born. anyways, we moved around a lot which ended up having my elementary years being full of new schools and shit. we didn’t settle down until i was twelve. my life was pathetically boring; i had my friends i grew up with, i went to junior high, i went to high school. stuff like that; no big deal. anyways, when the band got together, i got asked to tag along as a guitar tech and i took the job because, well, yeah. why wouldn’t i? so that’s my life now; guitars, sex and wishing that i was the famous one instead of a person behind the scenes. i really can’t complain though; i’m getting tons of experience and shit. i guess. whatever. anyway, yeah, my history is pretty short and sweet.
ahh.. all right, so. tell me some of the things you like.i’m not gonna lie; i like a lot of things. i think my favorite thing in the world is traveling. yeah, funny right. i hated it as a kid but how that i’m twenty one and i really want to get out and explore the world beyond the united states. like one day i want to go backpacking across europe; wouldn’t that be awesome? i’m a big fan of the outdoors; i like working out, i like running and when i have the chance, i like to go climbing. yeah, rock climbing. it’s definitely one of my favorite things to do. i like horror films and video games, even though i should be trying to grow up. i also have this huge love of pokemon still...yeah. shut up. don’t judge me; i love pokemon. i buy all the games...still. i like reading, as i’ve mentioned, coffee and food. god, i love food. i think that’s part of the reason why i work out so much; so i can pig out on any and everything. i guess i also really like sex, but hey, what can i say? i’m a young, good looking guy. it’s natural.
and what about dislikes?god where to start. uhm, i hate chick flicks. i’ll start with that. i hate chick flicks and watching them with girls who sob about everything about them and girls who expect me to be like a guy from that movie. like, what the hell, i’m not the guy from the notebook. i don’t like girls who are complete doormats, as i’m pretty sure i’ve already mentioned, unless it’s for a quick lay. i don’t like people who treat me like i’m not important just because i’m not the famous one. like, seriously, let’s be mature here. i hate drama, i hate the bullshit it brings along and i hate people who thrive off of it. yeah, the drama starters, aka the ones who can walk into a room and just have it start? yup. don’t like them. i don’t like being told what to do; i’m my own person and i don’t need somebody telling me how to live my life. i guess that’s called being independent? whatever. i hate twinkies, i hate cooked vegetables and i hate soup when it’s warm. i don’t know, there’s a lot more i don’t like but i can’t think of it now.
do you have any dirty little secrets you wanna share?so you want to know my biggest secret? i’m fucking jealous that i’m working crew. i mean, look, i know the people in the band and they know me. they know i’m good at playing guitar and stuff...i don’t know. guess i thought they were different something. so yeah. i’m jealous that i’m not the famous one and i’m dogging along here in hopes of that happening.
ooh, that is deeeeeep. well this interview is almost done, do you have anything else you want to say?nope! just get to know me and shit. i’m cool.
so heyy, my name is sunshine and i'm nineteen years old. i've been roleplaying for four or five years roleplaying, so i think i am pretty damn good. so, my character stole the face of zack merrick, just thought you should know. oh, and also: take control of the world thanks for reading! oh, and below is my roleplay sample. :]
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Mickey hated being read like he was an open book. As nice as he was, as kind as we was, Mickey didn’t like people being able to look at him and tell him exactly how he was feeling, which was something that Tristyn was exceptionally good at. It freaked him out; he knew he couldn’t lie to her because she would see right through it. It also didn’t help that he was high and when Mickey was high, he had trouble masking his emotions more than he usually did. Which, in turn, made him even easier to read and that fact just irritated the nineteen year old more than anything. As Tristyn spoke, begging him to be honest with her, to stop holding back, he attempted to tune her out. It was better this way; he was scared of losing his temper around her just because he didn’t want her to realize how big of a douche he really could be. When Mickey was mad, he often said things he regretted and he would be too prideful and afraid to approach the subject again, often resulting in unsaid apologies and tension in the year. So he just stared at her, feeling his pent up emotions beginning to overflow and finally he just snapped, figuring it was better to get things out in the open, especially while she urged him to do so. “Oh what the fuck ever.” He stated after her little spiel about how she wouldn’t have been able to break up with him in person. “Do you even realize that there may have been the potential to fucking talk about this? Maybe we wouldn’t have had to break up. No, better yet, maybe we could still be friends.” He hated being this angry, but the dam had been broken and he knew he was on his way to word vomit. He was going to be saying things that should have been said days ago. “You took the coward’s way out, Tristyn. Telling me we’re breaking up and then closing the little window. Good fucking job. Proud of yourself?” He looked away from her face, not wanting to see the damage he may have just inflicted. Mickey, no Micah, hated consequences of fights. When he lost his temper, he was just an ordinary pissed off person, without any of his rockstar god like ego and cover. “You want to know what the worst part was though?” He voiced the question a few seconds after his initial blow up, after the air had time to clear and settle. His voice was even, guarded, and he glanced over at her. “You fucking ignored me for, well, forever. I’d say hi and you’d give me the cold shoulder. Like, what the hell, Tristyn. I’d wake up in the morning and you’d be gone and when I’d go to bed, you’d be asleep. No chance to even talk; guess you’re just a scared little baby without that computer screen between us.”
God, he had no idea what he was saying right then. He was mad, he was saying things as they came to him, as disconnected as they were. He was hurling insults at her: coward, baby, scared and in some ways he meant them. In others, he didn’t, and he was trying to rein himself in before he said something that would cause irreversible damage. Micah knew Tristyn. He knew that she was a nice person under her cold, bitchy exterior and he had seen it before. He liked it. He also knew she had been cornered and attacked multiple times over the whole Jer and Eden thing and he knew that he wasn’t helping. But he couldn’t stop. He was just so frustrated with the fact she liked him yet broke up with him. Liked him but treated him like shit. This was just impossible for the boy to decipher. He was hurt. He was confused. He was upset. He was high. It wasn’t a good combination at all.
She was talking again, saying how it was his fault now. How he should have been the one trying to make amends and tell her he wanted her. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “I was in fucking shock, Tristyn. It’s not every day, out of the blue, my girlfriend tells me on goddamn AIM that she’s breaking up at me. If you knew me as well as you apparently do, you’d know that.” He paused, taking a breath, and tried to calm down. “Don’t bring Charlotte into this. She had nothing to do with any of this. She’s just my friend.” God, her trying to drag in another person just ticked him off even more; that was a low blow. And then she was talking again, going off about how she didn’t deserve him and fucking things up and it was then that Micah had finally had it, snapping his head to the side to give her the meanest look he could muster. “You’re scared of fucking this up?” He exclaimed. “Fuck, Tristyn! It’s already way too late for that. You fucked this all up the moment you decided you weren’t good enough and the moment you decided to break up with me for a stupid ass reason over the fucking internet.” He looked away again, his breathing heavy and glaring daggers into the ground when he heard it. Sniffling. Sniffling that turned into full blown sobbing and it was nerve wracking. All Mickey could do was stare at her for the duration of time that she cried, unsure of what to do. He hadn’t realized how broken she was; Tristyn was so good at hiding her true emotions from him and when he had finally gotten to the point where he could pick them out, she had dumped him. And now he was just too upset, too angry, to actually care about how she was feeling. Her crying though was breaking through his anger and he could feel himself returning to an anger that didn’t make him shake. Hell, he could feel his anger beginning to melt away, especially as she began to speak again, her voice soft. He turned to look at her, evenly, trying to hide the fact that he was beginning to calm down more so because she was crying and he hated seeing her hurt, even though part of him wanted her to feel like this forever. He just stared at her, silent, stunned, at the fact that she wanted him back and he licked his lips, nervous. He wasn’t sure what to do; his mind was reeling. “Tristyn...” He said her name, voice soft and apologetic. “Hey, come here. I’m sorry.” He opened his arms up, inviting her to curl up next to him. God, he was craving her closeness right now. Watching her break down before him had robbed him of his anger and now he just felt horrible. Horrible for yelling at her, for treating her like shit, for blaming everything on her. Mickey wasn’t going to lie: he wanted her back more than anything. He was scared to say anymore, afraid of how she would react. “You know,” He began, looking at her evenly. “I’d...I’d be willing to. You know. Try again.” There, Mickey had said it. Try again. He really hoped that he wouldn’t regret those words but he meant them. He felt so open, so vulnerable, right now. He was terrified of her rejection, that she would throw the fact she didn’t feel worthy of him in his face and storm off, telling him how insensitive or whatever he was. He really hoped that she would accept what he had just offered, ignoring the fact he was high and the fact he had just spilled his own guts to her about what a terrible person he thought she was. Had he misheard her? Did she really not want them to be over? Or was his mind playing tricks on him because he wanted her back that badly. Mickey shut his eyes, letting his head fall back against the bus, trying to get his racing heart to go back to normal and his breathing to even out again. “I really miss you, Tristyn.” Which he did. At least he was willing to admit that much to her. God, he was afraid she would think that he was lying, but Mickey knew that if she could tell that he was lying about something as pathetic as not being angry than she could tell if he was being genuine. At the same time though, he knew that she might think it was all just a dream, that he was humoring her or something of the like. She might not believe him and God, that would just crush him if she didn’t. So, he smiled, a soft peaceful smile, hoping that he had gotten his point across to her and hoping, more than anything, that she believed him.