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Roland "Rory" Jameson

"Holy fuck I'm a moron."

0 · 1,010 views · located in East High, Denver

a character in “The Smoke Spot”, as played by LookAliveSunshine

Description

ROLAND HENRY JAMESON
I'm Just A Kid || simple plan
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seventeen || american - romanichall american gypsy || "rory"



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|Gender|
"Do you even know how obvious that is?"
male
|Birthdate|
"Fuckin' boring question if you ask me, I'm a Fall baby."
september seventeenth
|Sexual Preference|
"I'm not sure, really."
questioning homosexuality
|Grade|
"I'm a junior now. God I feel ancient."
junior
|Smoking Spot Confessional Status|
"I guess me and my sister kind of put it together."
member
|Secrets and Scandal|
"I... I do a lot of shit I shouldn't. Mostly smoke and smoke weed though."
| smoking weed |
| smoking cigarettes |
| drinking alcohol |
| interested in exploring his sexuality (might be a momentary nymphomaniac |

|Class|
"We're not exactly hard off, but we've definitely had some worse spots"
upper middle
|Occupation|
"I actually do work besides school, I'm not a total deadbeat you know."
rory works at a small, independently owned bookstore right now. it's within walking
distance of the school.




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|Eye Color|
"Totally lame, brown."
brown
|Hair Color|
"I look exactly like mom, so brown again, ugh. Curly like hers, too."
brown
|Body Type|
"Fuckin' awkward is what it is."
gangly, a bit awkward, still very handsome in its own way. he's horridly dis-
coordinated, though.

|Height & Weight|
"I'm a little underweight, not cuz I've got an eating disorder or anything, just a fast metabolism."
height and weight here
|Birthmarks, Tattoos, and Scars|
"My only real outstanding feature is my glasses. I'm ridiculously plain."
a few light scars across his wrists and upper arms, nothing more complex than that,
though. he also has his glasses, which he only wears about half the time anyway.



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|Personality|
"I'm definitely not the nicest guy around. Runs in the family. But I'm an optimist."
starry-eyed and hugely passionate, rory is a lover, not a fighter, but he's still a bit rude to
those he doesn't know. it's borne of a slight shyness he's masked since he was very young.
an introvert, it takes him a long time to learn things and longer still to comprehend change
in a positive manner. with a great memory, he holds onto feelings very passionately and
has a hard time feeling neutral about something, he must instead feel either very strongly
positively, very strongly negatively, or simultaneously strongly in both directions, he also,
as a result of his holding onto emotions, has a very hard time giving up grudges or
found-less fears/first opinions of people he makes upon meeting them. quick to rely on
tobacco, alcohol, or marijuana, he has an addictive personality, not only with substances
but with food and people just the same. he loves people who share his interests and have
a good amount of affection for him. when someone is good to him, unless they've been
exceptionally bad to him in the past, rory will be twice as good in return. he becomes
fiercely protective of and loyal to those he is very close to, and if someone so much as
touches his little sister when she doesn't want them to, he's more than willing to defend
her tooth and nail.

|Likes|
βœ” comic books | especially spider man, that's his favorite, he and his sister read it together
and have since they were both very little. they're both devoted to and in love with comic
books and such.
βœ” lighters | rory loves collecting lighters, any cool kind he can find, he buys and he's
actually got quite the collection at the moment.
βœ” his family | this doesn't extend to rory's parents or anyone besides his sister in his
blood family, but more refers to both his sister and his friends he deems his closest,
and in some perfect way, they are kind of his family.
βœ” his glasses | this is more in line with 'being able to see' for rory, but he has to take
them off to work with animals, which he loves to do, and for most other tasks because
he's broken so many pairs doing those things, and he gets quite forgetful putting them
back on.
βœ” animals | rory fucking loves animals, he volunteers at the denver animal shelter every
single day that he doesn't work and he absolutely adores dogs, this goes along with how
well dogs also seem to like him.
βœ” reading | before rory worked at a book shop, he actually hated reading, mostly just
for the fact that it took a lot of patience to sit down and digest a whole book, patience
he didn't really have when he was younger. but now he has a lot of fun doing it and
enjoys it quite a bit.

|Dislikes|
✘ tests | well, this should be, 'taking tests sober', because he has huge test anxiety and
when he doesn't get high or drunk before big tests he tends to freak out, he really
really hates them.
✘ school | this kind of goes along with the one above; rory has a really hard time
learning in quite the same way as school would like him to. it stresses him out a
lot and
✘ wet cigarettes | he doesn't mind the paper being wet but he has a huge grudge
against cigarettes that have a wet filter, so if his friends get his cigarettes wet stealing
drags, he gets pissy and grumbles for a couple seconds in their general direction.
✘ gardening | as many times as he's tried, rory can never get his green thumb to
activate.
✘ 90% of his sister's boyfriends | taking over where his careless father's given up
some slack to the reigns, rory is ridiculously protective over those who sleep with or
date his baby sister. it's kind of funny, actually.

|Strengths|
"Do I even have any?"
protective and loyal, rory is a great friend and would be an amazingly careful and
dedicated lover. he's wicked passionate and actually pretty creative, and he's actually
alright at thinking very clearly in a crisis. gentle, he respects life in all he can. he
has a nurturing soul and loves to help those around him. he's usually rather open
about himself, his faults, and how he feels, and is a particularly good listener. his
charisma isn't terrible either. and he's an undying optimist and hopeless romantic,
as well, so he can't be that bad at heart.

|Weaknesses|
"Where does the list fuckin' end?"
a brat on first encounter, he's rude to people he's just met and very shy, when not actually
in any danger, he's extraordinarily anxious, and has too much adrenaline to really
know what to do with it. he's physically awkward and holds grudges, he's stubborn
and will cling to his ideas long after he's been disproved simply to try to be right,
often a little jealous, he can be a little vain and likes a lot of positive attention.
alongside that, he has a horridly addictive personality, is very self loathing, and
excruciatingly self destructing, which is a toxic cocktail most days, and is
extremely volatile when his very commonly shifting moods are also in swing.
rory can also be horrifically impatient at times and when he's moody he's
particularly antisocial.

|Fears|
"I really hate large bodies of water. Anything bigger than a bathtub is not for me."
large bodies of water and the fear of both drowning and, strangely enough, wales and
dolphins plagues rory. he feels ill at ease around large fish and sharks, and
aquariums actually both terrify and titillate him.



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|Equipment|
"Search me, officer, I'm totally clean."
rory usually has on his personage, a pack of marlboros, a half dozen assorted lighters,
a smidge of the green stuff, two or three one hitter pipes or spoon pipes,
a pack of mechanical pencils, a sketch pad, a graph paper pad, at least one
pathfinder book, at least one reading book, his housekeys, his wallet,
which contains his pocket cash, his library cards, his driver's license, a
single safety pin, a toothpick, and a piece of thick wire (coated black at one
end). rory also often has a text book, a classbook or two, his cellphone,
a necklace his sister gave him when she was like nine (a simple silver chain),
a couple tangerines or other small, transportable fruit, his mp3 player,
a comic or two, and he constantly has extra tobacco shoved into his
clothing and bags' pocket crevices.

|History|
"My childhood was fine. What about you?"
rory's father met his mother when he was eighteen and she was twenty-three. the five
year age difference bothered no one so much as the fact that he was an
air force man and she an american romanichal gypsy. rory's mother's
father was a truckdriver, and the small family traveled around with him
most of the time. both of rory's parents' parents hated the idea of them
being wed. they did it anyway, and never deployed far from home, rory's
father settled down with his mother in a two bedroom apartment in salt
lake city. to make ends meet, his mother took on a part time catering
job and for most of rory's childhood, his mother and father were working
and he was left to his own devices or to a constantly shifting daycare
facility's staff. he was an inquisitive child, but impatient, and too intelligent
for the small amount of attention his parents payed to him. his one year
younger sister (who took much more after their father, in both demeanor
and appearance) suffered much the same problem in her early years.
whe young parents were also terribly bad at providing the stability a pair
of young children needed. when their father was removed from his position
in the airforce for his rude drinking behaviors, he never really held down
another job and slipped in and out of alcoholism through most of the
siblings' formative years. their mother was flighty, a woman with hardly
any inspiration to stay in one job or place for very long, so after their
father was no longer an airforce member (which happened when rory
was in fifth grade), the family was constantly on the move, staying, usually,
only long enough to stay out a school year or semester here or there.
this shook the siblings up quite a bit and taught them to cling to one
another. rory looked for comfort from outward sources, while his sister
cut inward and cut herself off from the rest of the world. both siblings,
though, were damaged a lot by the inconsistencies of their adolescent
and childhood years.
the siblings' parents divorced when rory was in ninth grade, and their
father remarried within the year, to a much more stable woman, who
had no children of her own but was very wealthy, thus bringing about
both a new state of improved wealth and a huge amount of stability to
the siblings' lives. rory, his father, and his sister, moved in with their
new step mother just outside of aspen briefly before rory's sophomore
year and then moved to denver just this past summer, this is the
siblings' first semester at east high, but they're pretty used to new
schools, all told.

|Other|
currently single
*this section might be edited in the future*

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| Roleplayer Name: sunshine|
| Roleplayer Age: nineteen |
| Roleplayer Limits: graphic depictions of drugs and self harm should be taken seriously | smut must be in personal messages|

So begins...

Roland "Rory" Jameson's Story

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MONDAY, december second
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what's my age again | BLINK 182
hell song | SUM 41

17 || crush: tba || cigarettes smoked: .3
rory shoved out of east high's crowded hallways for the first time for a lunch break
since thanksgiving break began a week and a half ago. his footsteps followed him, big
and deceptively loud, out of the building. they ghosted him to the high fences around
east high school and off campus to the seven eleven on colfax, one of the big mean
streets of america, although it was more of an everyday nuisance to roland. he
dodged being asked for a cigarette by a passerby and ducked into the convenience
store. he walked up to the counters, bought a spare lighter (thank god they didn't
ID him for it, stores had started a nasty habit of doing that lately)
and a can of tea.
he shoved the backup lighter into his back pocket, and ducked out behind the back of
the seven eleven to light up a cigarette, let the freezing wind blow through him for a
long moment. he didn't inhale the first drag all the way, mostly paper it tasted terrible,
but after that he took one long drag off the cigarette and held it before exhaling long as
he moved to cross the street back to east high. he took the back way around the school,
to the place that was not 'the smoke spot' but 'a smoke spot' which provided more
space and a more social area for the smokers of east high than The Smoke Spot itself.
picking his sister out of the crowd, rory immediately called and walked over to her.

"Hey, Zee, over here!"

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ride | LANA DEL RAY
born to die | LANA DEL RAY
15 || crush: tba || cigarettes smoked: .5
"Hey, Zee, over here!"
zee heard her brother's voice from across the small parkinglot that served as a more
public smoke spot than the smoke spot itself. she didn't let the neutral look fall from
her face and turned to look at rory with dark, indifferent eyes. she took a drag off the
marlboro clutched between her fingers as she swayed to meet her brother halfway
between the places they'd been standing. she looked him up and down in greeting and
he did the same to her. a little 'who have you been with, who are you going to see'
that they always did to each other, a precaution, almost. not because they distrusted
one another but because they trusted each other's tiny judgments so much. zee knew
this and identified it quickly. they didn't have to really say hello, they were years past
that between them. rory pulled at the cigarette between his lips and released curling
white smoke for a long moment.

"I think we should try to find a friend or two and smoke up, yeah?"
zee said, smirking at her brother. her brother instantly nodded.
"Hell yeah. I need to not be sober for a goddamn minute, Mr. Blitch is driving me nuts,"
rory said in response. they peered around for any of the people they knew smoked
green and made almost identical lip biting searching motions.


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Monday, December 2nd.

As soon as the bell sounds Dania doesn't waste a minute getting to her locker, packing her books into her over-sized purse and getting the hell out of the building. There was never anyone waiting for her after classes but everyday after ninth period the girl would religiously make a pilgrimage to the parking lot at the rear of the school and take out her lighter and a cigarette.

Dania took a drag, savoring the sinful salvation, and exhaled with a heave that made it seem as if she had the world on her shoulders.
"God, this place sucks." She spoke aloud as she sat on a bike rack and buried her face in her hands.

It'd been two weeks since Dania had been attending school at East High, and almost a month since she'd started living in the Denver and she hated it. This wasn't her home, and these people sure as hell weren't her friends. She knew starting over new was going to be tough, but the one thing that shook her more than that was that she had no clue where to start. No one wants to be friends with a drunk with no redeeming qualities she thought as she took another drag of her Natural American Spirit cigarette.

After gaining her composure at bit more, Dania looked up from her palms and spotted an underclassmen she'd seen around a few times with a marlboro between her lips. She was a bit taken back, she'd never expect the petite girl to bey that type but then again she did always walk around with a look of great indifference masking whatever it is she smokes those cigarettes to cope with. Next to her was a tall and lanky boy who was looking around appraising his surroundings acutely. The two seemed like a strange duo, so she kept her sights on them for a while in an effort to lull her boredom.

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#, as written by Robbhus
Nathan Reese
|| Monday 2nd of December || Leaving class || The parking lot ||


School was basically a torture chamber prettified with nice words. People came in, got 'intelligent' and were then thrown on the street to make a living. It was like they were moving sheep from one place to the other, taking stops a couple places on the way. It wasn't 'education', it was pointing out the differences in people, and either praising or hating them for it. Nathan's case was the latter. Not a big surprise though, mass media said that muscles were hot, and then people just followed the trend. Fuck the system, but that was the world, and that's how it worked.

Eventually however, the nightmare referred to as a class ended, and he was already in a shit mood. The day went like any other day, no popularity, no case of everyone surrounding you for a little bit of your attention, nothing. At the best, he was just ignored. It had been so tempting to just jump out of the window to leave the nightmare, though it wasn't as easy as it sounded. He wasn't a delinquent, he just hated homework and tests, it was just systems used to make sure that everyone ended up entirely the same, whatever kind of good they expected to find in that.

ImageLeaving class wasn't fully as bad as entering, though it wasn't a dance on roses either. People pushing in the halls was bad enough, but when being straight out sexually harassed in the halls, it was practically too much. Seeing freshman banging the air just as a form of mockery, it was more tempting to stay at home.

After brutally throwing the books in the locker and picking up his jacket, Nathan quickly moved towards the front doors. While seniors, juniors and even some sophomores giving friendly waves, it was pretty amazing really that his 'secret' still had yet to be leaked. Or, it was leaking, it just hadn't reached very fast yet seeing that most freshmen had little contact with the upperclassmen, at least from his view. There were naturally exceptions, but he had yet to get an impression of good contact across the classes. It was like social grades or economic grades really.

After getting out of campus ground, it didn't take long before the zippo was found in one of the pockets of the neutral black messenger bag, as well as the 20-pack, now with less than ten cigarettes left. During the last few days, he had burned through them quicker than usually, pretty much just finishing one for then to go over to the next one. He opened the pack and pulled out the pack. Inside of it, there was a 5-grams pack of weed as well, he had bought it, but he hadn't had the guts to smoke it. Either that, or he was simply waiting for a moment where he felt depressed enough.

The blue hair cheered him up a little, he had pretty much just finished to fix it after it arrived in the mail. It had been easy to work with and all, it was just getting the color he wanted that had been taking like forever. he walked up to the parking lot for a hood to sit on, and quite quickly noticed Rory and Zee standing at one point. It'd at least brighten up the day a little...

He walked up to them, one foot in front of the other and gave them a friendly nod before leaning back on to a lighting pole, not having anything better to stand by. "Hey" He said casually, though his voice was about as feminine as ever. And seeing he was pretty much an entirely different person, he wasn't even sure if they'd recognize him, though it'd be kind of funny if they didn't, in some twisted humor kind of way. He was pulling from the cigarette in not exactly a low speed, something that tended to happen when he was in a really bad mood. He could go through one a minute and end up smoking for the next twenty minutes if it suited him.

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Samantha Maria Hale
|| Monday 2nd of December || Gambling, smoking || Classroom, The parking lot ||


The class was surprisingly fun, but it was mainly because she was in a bet with another person in the classroom. The teacher they had tended to yawn a lot while talking and / or writing, which made a fun bet. They were both going to count how many times he yawned, for then to see which one was more correct, having the help from another person in class to count. Regardless of if she counted right or not, it was simply the one that was closest that won.

The class ended eventually and they grouped up.

"Seventeen" the girl said. "Twenty-one" Samantha replied. "Twenty" Said the controller, and Samantha laughed, getting both a pack of cigarettes as well as 200 dollars, 100 which was her own stake. "Better luck next time?" She asked with a slight grin. The girl shrugged casually while getting her backpack. "Eh, doesn't bother me, there's plenty of others" Samantha replied before leaving the room with a simple black coat thrown over her shoulder.

The parking lot was crowded, just like always. People were either smoking or hanging out with those who was smoking, it wasn't that much of a system really. She brushed some of her hair aside while walking. It was a bit chilly, so she ended up with pulling the coat on herself as well, closing it.

She lit a cigarette in silence and simply looked at all the others, quite many today actually. There actually appeared to be some new people as well, which wasn't all too common.

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Kirk Williams

|| Monday 2nd of December || Leaving class, Smoking || Classroom, Parking lot, Smoke Spot ||

Walking out of class, Kirks hands were dug deep in his pocket as a scowl cascaded over his face. Kirk thought to himself with antipathy fuck this asshole teacher. β€œOh Mr. Williams your late why don’t you get some extra work.” He imitated under his breath as he hurried down the hallway, pulling his hood up in a jerking movement.

β€œYoung man please take your hood off in the building.”

Said a high pitched and soft but assertive voice as Kirk ignored her and kept on storming down the corridor. I need to go have a smoke Kirk said to himself as he was nearing his locker. whirling the lock angrily and miss entering the combination a few times, he managed to recover his back pack. Locking it once more he threw it on and continued down the flow of students. Looking up to see precisely how he was going to exit the building, he saw a beautiful blue haired girl storm out. Wow he thought to himself finally a decent looking girl, it’s about time. Which in turn cheered him up a bit as he was bumped into by a freshman who said something like β€œFuck you.” As he passed; Kirk followed him, and said β€œBitch.” Just another day of school Kirk thought as he busted through the door to the air that filled his body with delight

Continuing on to the parking lot to smoke and catch a friend or two as he noticed Rory standing beside his sister; Kirk looked at him for a couple seconds and then looked away in discomfiture as he said to himself I’m not gay. Looking at the others approaching he walked away still lethal to a place to relax.

Sitting on one of the chairs in the smoke spot he rolled up a joint on his lap, and brought it up to his face. He wet the paper and lit the end.

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Jay Noel

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Jay closed her eyes, breathing the crisp cold air. She let her mind wander for a bit and forgot where she was for a second. Then she slowly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. Teenagers were passing by her to enter the school building, a couple glancing at her while walking. Might as well go inside She thought; noticing the cold was starting to go through her clothes. Jay stood up and walked inside the building, the warm air hitting her. She strolled through the hallways looking ahead. Why don't I just smoke a blunt before heading to class? she thought, and walked outside.

As soon as was outside, she saw Rory and Zee was there so she began walking in between some people. As she was walking she notices someone with quite pretty blue hair leaning on a pole next to them. Might as well go introduce myself and finally reached them. "I love your hair" Jay smiled at the girl.