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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 9:03 pm
I'll love you forever...
Now, think about a normal day, you're doing your own thing like you normally do, being an outsider. It's a simple life, no one bothers you because you're odd, and you get that, so why bother? Who cares about what other people think? Well, that's what you used to think, up until one day. You're just minding you're own buisness when you suddenly have the feeling that someone is behind you, watching you, observing your every move, every breath, and, perhaps, every thought. You assume it is you're paranoia at first, but then, look! You actually caught a glimpse of your stalker and find out that he is in a few of your classes. But what does he even want from you? Or more important, how long will you let this continue on?I promise
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 12:30 pm
Jackson Riley Davis 
The basics:
You may call me Jack
I have been alive for 21 years.
My heart tells me gay is the way to go and I'm single…unfortunately.
I happen to be Irish, Welsh, French Born in Billings, Montana Raised in Billings, Montana
Appearance
Upon approaching me I am Five foot Five.
My complexion is Tan
Color of hair: Light brown
Eyes: Hazel (in the sun look gold)
Birthmarks and/or strange markings/ tattoos?: A yin yang between shoulder blades
School Stuff:
Concerning my knowledge, I have entered my Junior in college
My scholastic interests include: Music Club: Pianist
In Depth:
This is how I act: I’m secretive about my past. When I interact with people I’m kind and funny to them, but I never reveal anything too personal. I have blackouts in my memory every now and then. It’s nothing bad, just that my mind is in too many places at once. If you want to tell me something important make sure to say it twice.
Theme/Motto:Let the music speak for itself.
More, please!:Books, Playing the piano, Thunderstorms, Writing music
No!: Animal abusers, People who get drunk for pleasure, Rap and Screamo music, Losing control
These haunt me at night: Snakes, people discovering my secret, being alone for the rest of my life
Home-bound:I live alone, but visit family when I can.
My past: I did say I’m secretive about my past, but I’ll give some details. I had a complicated childhood. Mom and dad started to fight about the stupidest things, and it lead them to a divorce. A kid going back and forth between the two parents would make him go crazy, especially when you’re 10years old. I have an older brother and sister, yea I’m the runt of the family. Needless to say the two tried to take care of me when our parents couldn’t. At the age of 15, I got into an accident… This accident took me to a hospital for a year. I had a cast on my left leg and surgery on my shoulder blades. I could’ve gone back to school, but I decided to rest up and gain my strength back. That was around the time my blackouts started, so I thought it was due to trauma of the accident. I got a yin yang tattoo a couple of years later, since I was tired of people asking me about the scar on my back. After that I got the tattoo I got a place of my own. I do have a job or two to keep up with expenses, but who doesn't? I go to my classes like a good student and have decent grades. As for anything else, well you'll just have to wait and see.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:45 pm
August Hayato Mizushima
 The basics:
You may call me August
I have been alive for 18 years.
My heart tells me I'mbisexual. By the way I'm single.
I happen to be 75% Japanese, 15% Polish Born in America Raised in America
If you haven't noticed I amHuman of course![/ b] Appearance
Upon approaching me I am 5 foot five.
If it isn't obviously I'm male
My complexion is pale
Color of hair: black
Eyes: dark blue
Birthmarks and/or strange markings/ tattoos?: None, but sometimes finds random stickers to put on his face, in which he claims ‘reduces his stress’ School Stuff:
Concerning my knowledge, I have entered my Freshman in college
My scholastic interests include: Photography Club: Member; Newspaper: Journalist; College TV interviewer In Depth:
This is how I act: August happens to be quite the nosey person. He doesn’t mean to be, but it’s his life duty to find all of life’s answers. Determinedly, as an aspiring journalist, he doesn’t leave a place without every stone unturned- even his own house, seeking more questions to answer and more answers to life’s questions. On the flip side, he’s actually very private with his past. It’s something August does not wish to unearth though, at the same time, it’s nothing of much valued importance either. When asked questions about his mannerisms, one normally gets a sly smile and a wordless wave of his hand or a “Watch, you’ll see”. Although, he seems very energetic and childish, he is very dedicated and has slight OCD.
Theme/motto: “I’llask the questions around here!” “Take up a notebook and watch. Answers lay right in front of you,”.
More, please!: Inquiries
•Food
•Sweets
•Pastel colors
No!: •No answers
•Being hungry
•being told to shut up
These haunt me at night: August is, like others, afraid of dying and is actually afraid of being by herself in long periods of time
Home-bound: ~Lives by himself~
My past: August’s childhood consists of roaming around from country to country in her toddler years before settling down in America. Constantly, he was neglected without thought by her parents, as if he hadn’t belonged to them in the first place. This didn’t really bother him as much until he got into his teen years where, her parents completely left him to go on a vacation somewhere in South America. The thing is, he hasn’t seen them since they pulled out of the driveway before taking off to the airport. So, he was left behind to take care of himself for the most part.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:45 pm
 «𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖬𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 » ✦ ⊰ Keep an open heart, an open mind, and an open soul... ▾▿▼▽▾▿ August found himself stuck to the keyboard of his computer when his alarm clock awoke him that morning. He had stayed up the previous night, looking up answers to his never-ending list of questions, writing his journalist colum for the school newspaper, and, of course, looking over the activities of his beloved Jackson. Oh doe, how the college freshman was in love. Well, at least it felt like he was. He probably wouldn't openly say it out loud, or admit to it, since falling in love with your subjects wasn't necessarily allowed in his type of buisness, but his infatuation with the brunette was what had led him to becoming his victim of observations.
See, it all started when he had toured the college campus for the first time with his high school. Now, August was clearly out of place, never the one to take trips in factions. He tended to stray easily from any group of people in any particular moment and run-off to observe something or randomly ask a question, pointing out the sometimes obvious things. But, he felt that, at least if he was in a group of his peers, he wouldn't feel any intimidation upon steping foot on a college campus. He was enjoying the tour a bit, but restricted beyond belief. Constantly, he was either reminded to keep up with the group and wasn't allowed to stray a foot away from them, and it wasn't until the small lunch break when he was able to pull himself away for the time being and better examine the campus.
He intended to come back when the lunch break was over, and would swear by it, but upon trying to had back he found himself... Well... lost. Being lost was never a negative thing in August's eyes, and wouldn't admit to being lost ever. The state of being lost was misplacing yourself- at least that's the books deffinition- and he never could get how one could openly loose himself. He knew who he was, and believed he always will be that way, thus, the concept of being 'lost' would no longer be applicable to him. The anxeity of being seperated from the group was soon to hit him later on, but for now, he saw this as longer exploration time. If he was lucky, he could find somebody to point him in the right way, but now, he was free to do whatever he wanted.
And that's when he first saw him. The black haired male, notepad in hand, was wandering around the performing arts sector. As he was in the midst of scribbling down his observations, he heard a melodic song comming from one of the rooms. As his curiosity peeked, he poked his head into the rooms and observed as the brunette was playing on the piano. He had stated hidden behind the door and observed Jackson for awhile until a member of the faculty recognized him and had dirrected him back to his group right before they left. He asked around and found out his name, and ever since then, he has always kept tabs on the adoring pianist.
The aspring journalist lifted his head and wiping the slight remain of drool from his mouth and reached for his notepad and wrote: Does drool affect a keyboard's ability to function? before getting up to get ready for his day. Yes, it was probably an unnecessary question, not to mention a werid one at that, but it was his priority to answer every question there ever was. His notepad was filled with every question there ever was and probable answer, and even more questions deprived from them, and was always seen in his hands. A good journalists was one who asked questions, and August planned to be the best one there was.
As he pulled down his hoodie over his head, he glanced at his and Jackson's schedule posted up on the back of his door and where he would most likely be that day. As not only his objection of affection, he was his first human subject and had to be extremly dligent and stealthy about his 'work ethic'. He couldn't be obvious that he was observing the other, or else that might ruin the whole project. As he packed his bag, he remembered he had two tests comming up that day, and a third of a project he needed to finish later on. Even though he was dedicated to his journalism and following around Jack, he was a heavy procrastinator.
"I guess it's another 'sticker day'," He said to himself as he grabbed a random sticker and slapped it on his face playully. He didn't know why, but they worked best for keeping his stress levels low enough for him to keep focused on school. He hurried out of his house, not for the sakes of being early to class, but of trying to not think about the fact that he was alone. Oh so alone.
His blue eyes looked at the world around him as he jotted down his observations on his way to the cafe, as he was usually too much of in a rush after noticing that he was alone to eat breakfast there. Actually, he unplugged his refrigerator so he wouldn't have to waste anymore electricity than he needed and used the money he save to eat out the majority of the time.
August entered the cafe and quickly grabbed a newspaper, the perfect disguise to hide his people watching skills. He figured it was too corny for people to even think he would do such a thing, so her went along and did it. Based on my notes and the time... he should be around here....
▴▵▲△▴▵ You don't know what you might catch in your net of wonders~! ⊱ ✦
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:08 am
 Jackson Riley Davis ♮~♪~♬~ Flashing lights, screams of panic and fear, and thumps of heavy footsteps. There was chaos all around the young man. He was in such pain and couldn’t move. His leg felt detached from the rest of his body. His back felt like it was on fire and worsened each time he tried to adjust where he was laying. He was scared. He wanted his dad to come over to him to say everything was ok. Tears rolled down his cheeks fearing no one was going to come for him.
Jackson woke up in his bed, safe. He had to repeat that to himself before his white knuckles released the sheets they held. He growled at that nightmare that still held him. The sheets where thrown off in frustration. It was early morning. His alarm was to go off in another half hour, but there was no way he was going to sleep anymore.
“That nightmare is never going to leave me..is it?” After a few seconds Jack laughed at an unheard response. He grabbed fresh clothes for the day. He went into the bathroom to perform the morning routine. The student grabbed his backpack as he started to make his way to the performing arts sector on campus. The room he went to was one with a piano. That room was a home that provided shelter from himself and gave him a place to think alone.
Being alone wasn’t something Jackson wanted all his life. He hated it in fact, yet he lived alone. It was ironic that he lived alone and not with family who would love to be with him. That couldn’t happen for him, because he needed to have his solitude for himself. Ever since the black outs started he felt scared to be around his family. He never knew what he could do in those blackouts. A fear was he would hurt his family or even himself.
Having a blackout while going to college made Jack very uncomfortable. He never knew what he did or said, but he would never ask his friends what happened. Jack always played it cool when he was missing a part of a day or even a whole day. It always felt like he went to sleep for a time, then woke up and couldn’t remember the dream or nightmare rather.
He started to play Beethoven on the piano. The music reflected his mood, for he was playing Moonlight Sonata the first movement. After a couple minutes he transferred to Rain by Dax Johnson. The man really got into his music as he played. He played the last chord softly. He felt like he went into a trance as he played and it took a couple minutes for him to come back to himself. Then he checked his watch and cursed. Jack grabbed his backpack and left the building in a hurry.
The pianist entered the café a tad unhappy that he had to eat what the café provided. They never had great choices; then again it was a college campus cafeteria the kids didn’t have much choice. He went to the buffet area, where there was breakfast food items presented around the counter. He took eggs, two sausages, and two pancakes along with a healthy dose of maple syrup. He also grabbed a cup of coffee, the life source of any college student, and took his seat at a round table. ♭~♪~♬~
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:54 pm
«𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖬𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 » ✦ ⊰ Keep an open heart, an open mind, and an open soul... ▾▿▼▽▾▿ August peaked over the newspaper and looked at Jackson as he entered into the café and sat about three table infront of him, with his back towards him. Despite the blockage of his face, his was able to get enough information to write in his notebook, which he had slowly pulled out from his bag. As per usual, Ja- my l- Ja- the subject seems quite unhappy. Is it the fact that he could not enjoy the comfort in the piano this morning, or could it be something else? Bad dreams? Bad persons encountered? The latter is false since J- The subject does not interact with many, and not so to make him upset on a daily basis. Altough, today, no observations were taken upon the subject leaving his house, so could be proven wrong. Must take a closer look…. The boy then shut the notepad, placed it in his bag and folded the newspaper. It was then, he did his daily ‘walk around’ the cafeteria, which he took to look at Jackson and bask in everything that was him for the few spare moments that he could. Normally, it would be just around the front of the table and towards the end of his break fast. Sometimes, he would walk around the table behind him and then walk back. But today, it would be a combination of both.
August sat up, acted like he was looking for someone as he headed towards Jackson’s table. Eggs, two sausages, two pancakes, syrup, and coffee. Like most, he takes coffee to energize up for the upcoming day He mentally recorded as he looked over at his plate upon passing, only to look straightforward as he walked along the side of the table and reached his frontal view and carried about his unplanned path.
His dark eyes looked at his destination, which was originally, two tables way from the pianist, but soon a few jocks came in and approached it at the same time, causing him to sharply change direction and avoid confrontation. He didn’t have the greatest relationship with the jocks basically because, among his daydreams and his wandering around, he would run into them all too many times. He didn’t think they would bring that up if they saw him, but he was a good and easy target of cruel teases in the past, so avoiding them seemed like the safest bet.
Now, he sat about a table away from the jocks, but now the table right in front of his subject- the danger zone. Trying to keep his head down and his perrepharial vision open as he pulled out his notebook, looking like he was catching up on some homework rather than taking notes on a person. Unfortunately, upon getting the oppourtunity to be so close as he was, the journalist happened to stare a few beats more than usual. He quickly looked back down and continue scribbling things down, pulling his hood over his head while doing so too as to avoid getting caught from staring.
▴▵▲△▴▵ You don't know what you might catch in your net of wonders~! ⊱ ✦
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:51 pm
Jackson Riley Davis ♮~♪~♬~ The food was dutifully eaten to give nourishment and all that good stuff. The pianist still eyed the plate wearily, hoping he wouldn’t be seeing his breakfast again later. The hot sweet coffee helped to ease his stomach. He’d rather have a cup of Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts, but the school’s coffee would do for the first half of the day.
I wonder where those two are… Jackson looked around the cafeteria in hope of finding his two friends. They usually showed up for breakfast late, since one would over sleep. He tapped his chin as he thought about his friends. His vision wondered the room still and rested on a youth at a table in front of him. Was he staring at me? Must be paranoid today. He thought to himself closing his eyes to help clear his mind. Fingers started to dance over the table top.
A soft humming sounded to his right and he smiled. His fingers slowed down as his eyes opened to look up at his friends. “It’s about time you two showed up. I thought I wouldn’t see you till lunch.” He laughed some looking them over. Rei had a soft blush on his cheeks from embarrassment. He is a short boy of 5’1 with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. Nathaniel laughed with Jack, “Please you are just impatient.” He is about 5’3 with the usual brown hair and eyes. Jack rolled his eyes as the two sat down with their plates.
The time flew by for the three as they spoke about a piece of music. It seemed to the outsider that the three were in a band, but that was still up for debate among the three of them. All three of the boys had different views on that issue. “All right it’s time to head to Anthropology.” Jack sighed picking up his bag putting it on his shoulder. “At least you don’t have Everyday Chemistry first thing in the morning.” Rei despised his class and his teacher. “I’ll meet you again after class Rei. I usually get out early.” Nathaniel reassured him.
Jack had cheered up considerably, since first walking into the cafeteria. He talked some more with this friends as the three left together to head for their morning classes. ♭~♪~♬~
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