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Name:

Glennox Powell

Age:

Gender:

Male

Tattoos:

An anchor with a text next to it,
And a few other tattoos on his chest.

Piercings:

Nose piercing.

Personality:

Glenn is the stubborn guy that dislikes to be run over, and when someone does, he generously will show you that he doesn't like it. He's not of violent nature, but verbally, he has his flaws. Glennox is not the type of guy to take things heavy: he likes to take things lightly by joking about them or by seeing them as someone else's problem. Glenn is made for the streets: He knows what to say when confronted, is verbally strong and does know how to deal with problems. Furthermore, Glenn is a real romanticus. And not only that; He truly does care about his beloved ones. He is upbeat and will always try to cheer people up. He kind of has an attitude and hates know-it-alls. At last, Glenn sometimes can't decide what other people's boundaries are and likes to override them, but will apologize if he notices it really isn't appreciated

Sexual Orientation:

Straight

I hope this is right, just send me a message if you want anything to be changed.

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Glennox Powell's Story

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#2013-10-28 23:29:06, as written by phacades

He found himself wandering around in a place he couldn't recognize at first, but even when he couldn't, he knew this was familiar. He swore he had been here before, but what his goals were, or what he did, he never remembered.
"I swear to god." He muttered to himself under his breath, as he kicked away the keys that he dropped earlier, in a blurry fragment of his memory. Soon, after kicking them away, he realized that this object would be useful, especially if he wanted to have a warm place to rest.
He had way too much of anything that god forbid. He could remember himself getting stuck up with his friends, and drugging theirselves untill they couldn't think of any proper conversation subject, but like he cared. The only thing that was troubling him, was the fact he probably wouldn't find the way back home without someone guiding him. He'd wander off, just like his thoughts, as he couldn't grab onto a proper topic for longer than two minutes.

After picking up the keys in an slightly odd manner, and straightening his back, he squinted his eyes to look at the local clock. Recognizing the time was not hard, but realizing it was that late, kicked in a while after he was wandering on the streets again. Just as he thought he would, he wandered more and more, yelling at strangers, and trying to get his mind straight. Who was going to bring him home tonight? It was clearly not him who was able to do so.

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#2013-10-29 01:15:10, as written by merthur

Two years ago...
Sophomore slump. That was what they called it, right? Ashley was understanding the term more than anyone right then. Except it wasn't even because of grades, she knew she would probably graduate with a 4.0 with the way her academics were looking. It was because of the way they were circled around her, grabbing her, pushing her. She knew what they wanted, and thought for a moment that maybe if she just gave them it, they might not hurt her. Instead she pulled her coat closer to her, wishing someone would come along and save her. That was silly though, no one wandered around in dark alleys on rainy nights.

And then someone was there, pushing them away from her, using their body as a barrier between her and the senior guys. Right then is where she should have run, but she couldn't do anything other than stand there and stare. It was easy to figure out who it was that had saved her, there weren't a lot of kids around there with dreads. She didn't like the whole dreadlocked look, she decided then, but it looked good on him. Sort of fit, with how he acted and all. It was then that one of the guys broke free and came at her again.

Ashes woke up in a cold sweat, just barely holding back a scream. Her hand had shot up to cover her mouth, though even if she had screamed it wouldn't have made a difference. No one else was in the house, the maids left at eleven and her father hadn't been around since she was little. It was a large enough house that the sound probably would have echoed back to her, but also far enough away from the next house over that they wouldn't be able to hear it. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing, she thought. No one would be able to hear her if she screamed for help. She always thought about those sorts of things.

Getting up from her huge, plush bed, she found a pair of thin sweatpants to pull on before heading out of her room. That left her in the grey sweats and a black tank, so she grabbed a hoodie before leaving her house. Not many people were out at this time of night anyways, so she didn't have to worry about dressing up or anything. Her mascara and eyeliner were still on from the previous day, just messy from sleeping, so even though she wasn't worried about running into anyone she knew, she at least knew she looked okay.

It was when she ran into the man that she had been having a dream about earlier that she knew she was screwed.

He was yelling at random people it seemed. At first it appeared he was just feuding with someone, then she followed him for a bit and realized that he was just yelling at anyone. It was also pretty obvious that he was high, or at least not in his right mind. Sighing loudly, she trotted out of the shadows and over to him, easily slipping under his arm which she hoped would surprise him enough to shut him up. "Babe! I've been looking everywhere for you." She played the role of a concerned girlfriend, worrying over him first before looking over to the couple he had been shouting at. "I'm so sorry... he gets a little cranky after he's been drinking." Shrugging, she started to try and tug him away, hoping he would either remember her or realize she was trying to help. "Come on babe, let's get back home."

-- Ashes

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#2013-10-29 09:31:59, as written by phacades

If it wasn't ashley that approached him, Glenn would've probably lashed out at her. It was then when he realized it wasn't a stranger, and you could see him smiling, though, it still seemed off in every way. The fact that Ashley had him seen when he drugged himself brought the dissapointment, but he couldn't care less as he was unable to recognize that emotion. However, he was happy it was her, and as if he was a protective mother, he rubbed his thumbs over her shoulder and dragged her close for a moment.
"Lately the ways turned around, didn't they?" Glenn muttered, being guided home by the girl he saved those two years ago. It indeed was true. She picking him up, instead of him going about and flailing about her safety, it was strange that things changed like this. He chuckled to himself as he got reminded of that, but didn't take the effort to explain. She wouldn't understand his ranting, anyway.
Quite thankful, Glenn let himself collapse on the couch. His head was spinning for a moment because of the sudden temperature change, but that would soon vanish as the warmth was way better than the sharp wind outside. When Ashley entered the room where he was settled in, he couldn't help it but smile at her for a moment, having the thought of standing up and leap at her, kissing her and just hold her close, but it would be out of the scene and therefore, Glenn was high.
"I missed you, where the hell have you been?" He asked her instead, with a boyish grin, and his hands clutched together. He indeed missed her, but the answer that he could expect probably was directed to that she always had been here, and he had to explain himself again. He would, but only if he had a proper explanation, and he didn't have one.

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#2013-10-29 23:37:03, as written by merthur

From the way Glenn was acting, it was pretty obvious to her that he hadn't noticed they were at her house. Though she was sort of counting on that, otherwise he probably would have made some big deal about it, being high and all. She had no idea where he lived though, and she figured he wasn't in the right mind to tell her, so it was simpler to just continue on and bring him back to her place. Mostly she just assumed he would crash on the couch, maybe sleep off some of his hangover or whatever the next day, and be gone again. After he had graduated high school, the seventeen year old hadn't seen very much of him.

After leaving him in the living room, she headed into the kitchen, where she rummaged through the cabinets until she found a little bottle of Advil. There was always some sort of headache reliever in the house, whether it was Advil or Tylenol or even Aspirin, because when she was little she used to get headaches all the time. Now they only came every once in awhile though, which she was very happy about. When she did get them though, they were bad, and lasted a long time.

A few minutes later she was back in the living room, offering Glenn a bottle of water and two of the pills before standing back. "I've been around." Was her answer, short and simple, like her(literally, she was only 4'11"). Ashes never was very complicated, not one to talk much, always seeming to be hiding something. At least that was how it was if you actually thought about it, paid attention. Most people just left her alone, figuring she just wasn't very social. And she wasn't, really. Horrible at parties because of her negativity on everything, though she was great at mingling with the adults at her father's "parties". "What about you, Glenny?" Though she didn't expect much of an answer.

-- Ashes

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Glennox Powell

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a character in “Postcode Envy”, as played by phacades

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