Post by jeremiah daniel cournes on Nov 9, 2008 16:50:44 GMT -5
`go shake it JEREMIAH !
`that would be hell on earth, fire and brimstone, grandma's house for a football game bad. .
age; Fifteen in 19 days
rp experience; A year, close to two.
how you found us; Winchester Academy, I saw an ad there.
contact; PM: tene
AIM: Dgayle93
Email: godsservant93@hotmail.com
other charries; This'll be my first =D
other; N/A
[/size][/ul]
`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; jeremiah, jerry, jer-jer, corn, cornflake.
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; february 11th, 1993
actually i'm some sort of; pisces
this place was such a s.hit hole; breedsville, michigan.
ah, so like paradisefor me; grand rapids, michigan.
i don't look it but i'm actually; native american
it's just the way the wind blows; straight (possibly bi..he doesn't know though)
baddest b.itch all up and through here; first year; modeling; N/A
[/size][/ul]
`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; brown
does the carpet match the drapes; black
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 135
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5'9
and then i got one on my a.ss; none
they always seem to notice my; he gets his mom to shape his nails for him.
he has a scar on his left knee from where he fell from a tree (though he claims he was pushed).
you'll never see me without my; Well, lets start with body type and all that mumbo-jumbo, hmm? If you were to ask Jeremiah what he looked like, he would reply with a very simple "I'm the sexiest beast to walk the planet.", of course not everyone shares that opinion. Jeremiah stands at about five foot, nine inches (5'9) tall, though he is convinced he is short. He weighs about one hundred, thirty-five pounds (135lbs), some of it has turned into muscles. Being he has worked out since he was a little kid; he has a pretty nice set of muscles for a fifteen year old.
Well, lets start at the top and work down. Jeremiah has short, and sometimes spiky, brown/black hair. Some times it looks brown, but other times it looks black. It really is hard to tell what color it is; and he himself does not know what color to classify it as. His hair works well with his tan, which, yes it is is real. He hates bottled tans; they look fake and god-awful all at the same time. As if someone decided to go swim in muddy water, and then not shower for a week. Yeah, he is a bit harsh about things.
Jeremiah has brown eyes, but they do occasionally go to a lighter brown or green color when he is truly emotional about something. They don't really turn green either, it is more of a murky olive green/brown color, like an olive that has been left out too long. And they only change to that color for certain emotional things, such as when he is feeling really sad about something. Like, if he gets rejected from a photo shoot; he will walk around the house pouting with his murky colored eyes. He normally wears light, like extremely light, eyeliner to make his eyes a bit more popping. Hey, don't pick on him; your favorite actor wears more then that.
Jeremiah is very protective over his teeth. He brushes them continuously, after every meal and snack, and doesn't drink anything that carries a lot of dye in it; unless he has one of those finger tooth brush slips in his book bag. He hates the thought of having anything stuck in his teeth, or having anything less then white teeth. He has become so protective over them that he has actually been told by a doctor that he is obsessed with his teeth; and probably need to calm down and act more like a kid about them. Of course, Jeremiah didn't listen to the old quack.
Jeremiah's more of a preppy clothing kind of guy. He adores Abecrombie and Hollister shirts, especially the ones that fit exceptionally well. Jeremiah also loves jeans that aren't extremely tight, but aren't so baggy that you can see his boxers. And yes, he is a boxer kind of guy. If he wears black, it is probably because it just looks cool; he is probably the farthest thing from emo, punk or goth that you could find in both style and personality. He likes clothes that make him look normal, but also make him stand out at the same time. So, clothes shopping with him is no easy task.
Jeremiah gets his mom to shape his nails off for him. Not so much that it makes them look professional looking; but enough so they don't look raggedy. He also plucks his eyebrows.
[/size][/ul]
`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
nice photographers.
parties.
music.
driving.
writing.
guitar (though he sucks at it).
chicken parmesan.
vegetarian burgers (though he isn't a veggie).
money.
girls.
maybe even guys..
dancing.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; mean photographers.
not having those finger tooth brush slips on hand at all times.
having something stuck in his teeth.
have someone call him a fag.
not knowing his orientation for sure.
being called mommas boy.
being rejected from an audition.
not being able to play the guitar all that well.
not being able to party.
people who squeal or whine over tiny things.
it's like my signature kinda thing; he is pretty good at "calling" up emotions for photo shoots and other times when needed.
he can normally keep his cool in challenging situations.
he refuses to fight a girl.
he isn't weak; i mean he isn't the hulk of teenage boys or anything, but he can hold his own.
he is a complete and total flirt; but mainly only to hide the fact he thinks he might be bi..
oh god not this again, i so suck; he can't say no to someone he considers a friend.
he can't say no if someone offers him salt & vinegar chips.
he isn't very good at convincing people he is straight; being he isn't too sure himself.
he hates disappointing his parents.
a good party.
it's like children of the corn but worse; going bald early.
getting bad acne.
getting fat.
cats.
having Taylor be mad at him forever.
lizards.
getting into a fight he can't handle.
disappointing his parents.
having his parents find out he might be bi.
becoming a dad early.
you know one day i'm going to; becoming a professional model.
finishing his monster tower.
having a family one day.
he wants to marry sharon osbourne.
it's just this weird innate thing; constantly brushing his teeth.
does a random dance when he is alone and something goes right.
runs his hands through his hair when stressed, nervous or mad.
tries to keep a bottle of water with him at all times.
some things just make me scream; girls who aren't overly hyper.
girls with shoulder cut, or longer, hair.
a good long exercise.
a guy with smarts.
a girl with smarts.
a guy who takes pride in how he dresses, even if it looks "grunge".
that is the most digusting thing ever; girls who jabber on and on about pointless crap.
homophobic people.
stuck up assholes.
girls who are eager to start a family.
you best remember this b.itch; Jeremiah is your basic average fifteen year old boy in some ways. Like, he loves to party. He loves to hang out with friends and do stupid shit. He even likes girls. But, on other parts he isn't so much like a fifteen year old boy. Like, he is scared to tell his dad he might also like boys, because lord knows what his "very manly" father would do if he found out his only son might be a "fag". So, he keeps that side of him hidden from everyone. Not trusting anyone with that secret, not even writing it down in the diary he has. Which he has to keep a secret, because then his dad would probably just abandon him..again. And that scares Jeremiah a lot.
Jeremiah isn't insecure, in fact he is pretty vain. But he is convinced he is short and isn't strong enough. Though he works out almost too much, and he is average height for his age, he still can't convince himself that he is. Of course he wouldn't admit that to anyone. He is very protective over his mom, and will literally fight the devil if he was ever to insult her. He feels that it is his job to protect her, now that his dad is gone and what not. This is a bit straining on Jeremiah; because the boy also loves to go party and have fun with his friends. Plus he is trying hard to be a model. His mom insists he not fret about her, being she isn't helpless, but Jeremiah ignores these requests.
Jeremiah is completely addicted to monster energy drinks. He has to have at least three a week or he gets moody. It is like his drug, and he even has a monster tower going on. He has a complete bottom base, and is working on getting it taller. He is also addicted to those veggie burgers, though he isn't vegetarian. It is safe to say that Jeremiah is addicted to good tasting food and yummy drinks; though he is mainly a water kind of kid. He will guzzle it down faster then you can give it to him. Jeremiah loves when he gets to have his photographs taken; but he hates it when he gets a mean photographer. You know, the ones that act like they know every damn thing there is to know?
Jeremiah has a problem with abuse. Like, if he sees two guys duking it out in the street he will probably just hang out to see which one wins. But if he sees some little kid getting hit by their parents, or some weakling get picked on someone much larger then them (or a group of people teaming up on one person), then he has to step in. If he doesn't, then he will feel like crap for the next two or three days. He will either try to talk them out of it, bribe them out of it or just fight till he is busted up pretty badly to protect the weaker person. It comes from having a dad who is never around I guess, who really knows? Maybe he was just born with morals. But if he sees a guy hit a girl, then he will forget that just "talking or bribing" them out of it and go straight for the fight.
Jeremiah is a sweet heart, don't get me wrong, he is like a giant teddy bear. But; he is also pretty vain. He knows that he is hot, and he know he is talented. So, he is a very conflicted person. Sweet, caring and kind; but also a vain, abandonment issued, teenager. Have fun getting to know him![/size][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
David Ryan Cournes; thirty-nine; construction worker.
it's cause you were dropped as a child; N/A.
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; grandparents (optional)
you know the different kind of uncle; aunts and uncles (optional)
and the one that looks like a rat; Eh, if someone wants to make him a cousin; that's cool.
pretty freakin sure we're not related;Same with the cousins; if someone wants to make him distant family, that is fine and dandy.
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; pets (optional, link to picture if you want)
it's like hell but only faster; Jeremiah was born to Lily Astrone and David Cournes in Breedsville, Michigan. That was the birthplace and hometown of both his parents. He wasn't planned, but was definitely wanted once they realized they could take care of a child together. Though they did go through hell and back to keep the baby. You see, even though Lily was nineteen and David was twenty-four, they both were still struggling to get their careers on the road. David was an aspiring artist, and a Lily was a pretty "famous" model in their small town. And by small I mean the recorded population was two hundred thirty-five people. Lily's manager told her there was no way that she would be able to continue her work and be pregnant, so she retired early to have Jeremiah. David's career never really took off, so he went to work with his father in construction.
Before the birth of Jeremiah, Lily and David got married. Most people believe that a small town is the perfect place to have and raise a child; and this may be true. But not for Lily and David. Every time they went to the store, or sometimes when they went to visit a friend; or a friend would come to their house, they got these glares and/or pitiful glances. As if they had been diagnosed with some horrid disease. It wasn't till after Jeremiah was born, and Lily and David's closes friend came over did they realize that they wouldn't be able to raise Jeremiah in this town. What happened? Well, their friend said that pretty much the entire town was gossiping about how they had conceived Jeremiah before marriage, and how Lily was so "young" for a child.
Lily and David moved to the most populated town in Michigan that popped into their mind: Grand Rapids. When Jeremiah was a year old and the doctor cleared it, they were gone. They moved into a two bed-room apartment and David got a job with a big construction company. Lily stayed home with Jeremiah till he was five, then put him into kindergarten. He adjusted quiet well, being he played often with the other kids in his building. He never was a shy boy when it came to meeting new people. In fact, he quiet enjoyed it. But, seriously, does it take much to make a toddler happy? Lily got a job at a beauty shop for something to do. They were not hurting for cash at all, because the company David was with was very well known.
Lily worked mornings so she could get home and have a snack set up for Jeremiah when he returned from school. They would do little "modeling classes" for fun, dressing up and playing what ever game they could think up. Lily showed Jeremiah how to sew clothes and Jeremiah picked it up quiet nicely. Though he wasn't perfect, he was only six. David would come home, grunt about his son dressing up like one of those "creeps" that grew up to be figure skaters, and Lily would put on a blank face and simply reply: "And what is wrong with that? They could probably kick your ass." then continue with what ever she was doing.
This continued till Jeremiah was about eight, and his father came home. His father saw him dressed up as an old english man, down to the shoes and gave a huff. His father disappeared into his room and came back dressed in sweats, and told Jeremiah to go change into a jogging suit. Once Jeremiah did so, he was taken to a gym and the two worked out long and hard. Then they went to a baseball game, and a football game. Jeremiah had fun, but through out the entire time his father kept saying "This is what real men do." Jeremiah tried his best to understand why guys would have to do these things to be real men, but he just couldn't understand it.
Jeremiah continued to do days like that with his dad, hearing his dads "lessons of life", and when summer rolled around he went to work with his mom. He would sweep up the small shop while his mom did nails, and then his mom would shape off his nails for him. His dad didn't seem to like that very much, but Lily told him that it was OK, and that David needed to get past the "redneck" way of thinking about things. David and Lily's relationship hadn't really been the same since they realized their parenting styles were different. One day when Jeremiah woke up he found his mom crying in a chair. He went to her bedroom to ask his dad what was wrong with her, but he couldn't find his dad. Not only could he not find David; but he couldn't find anything that belonged to his dad.
Jeremiah snuck back off to bed, crying himself to sleep quietly. He swore that day he would never grow up to be like his dad. In the morning Lily had woken him up with nothing but smiles and hugs. When they got to the kitchen Jeremiah made sure not to mention a single thing about his dad, or ask any questions that day. He also made sure he cleaned the entire house up for his mom, and did everything she asked. Lily asked him "who are you and what did you do to my son?" playfully all day long, and then the smile turned to a slight frown. She sat him down and told him what happened, and Jeremiah nodded. He didn't cry about the thing, and he had become quiet the actor with his emotions; so he was able to hide the way he truly felt inside; like shit.
Jeremiah was convinced it was his fault his dad left; so he tried his hardest to be like "a real man", hoping his dad would come back. He stopped doing the "girlie" things with his mom and tried out for the football team at his school. He was pretty fast kid, and he got a position on the team. This continued on, doing things he liked but ignoring the things he loved, for quiet a while. Till he was about fourteen really. He finally decided that his dad was never going to come back, though he did start calling and he would visit from time to time, so he went back and asked his mom for some modeling lessons. His mom started coaching him; and Jeremiah still did all the "guy" stuff; so he figured his dad wouldn't really care.
Jeremiah went to a new school at fourteen. He wore a shirt that he had made himself, and it looked pretty damn good. When someone asked him where he got it from; and he told them that he had made it, he had expected kids to pick on him. Instead he just got the response he got from all the other schools "Thats cool. I've always wanted to know how to sew..but I don't want people thinking I'm gay." Was what most of the guys said. He had enemies too of course, but he just ignored them. He had a couple of girlfriends, but there was only this one guy that made him really doubt his..well, straightness I guess. The guy was openly gay, and Jeremiah had feelings for him. Jeremiah wasn't really sure what to do, but he knew if he even thought about acting on it that he would loose the little bit of his dad he had left.
But, before moving he was close. Him and the boy, Taylor, were hanging out by the bleachers after school. Jeremiah had pretty much told him everything but the fact that he had feelings for him, and Taylor just smiled and nodded. Jeremiah had refereed to Taylor as "A boy who I really like", and asked "But I still like girls, isn't that impossible?" You see, Jeremiah only knew of two orientations. Gay and Straight. Taylor explained to him that there was also Bi. Jeremiah told Taylor who the boy was, and the two were about to kiss when he heard his mom calling him in the locker room (that was found right by the bleachers). Luckily she didn't see anything. Jeremiah told Taylor he wasn't sure about anything, and that he would call him later; unfortunately he never did. Still to this day Jeremiah is confused about his orientation.
Jeremiah had one a few auditions for magazines, modeling clothes for "back to school", but he hasn't actually walked a runway before. Well, once at a talent show. He got third prize, which was enough for him. He was just glad he didn't completely loose. When he got word that there was a school that had Modeling as one of the departments, he instantly begged his mom to let him go there. His mom and dad had gotten officially divorced, and one of the rulings was that his dad had to pay for the school. So Jeremiah applied there and told his dad he was going to it for the Athletic department. Him and his mom moved. She is staying at a one bed room apartment, and he, of course, is in the dorms.
[/size][/ul]
`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
i don't know what it means, something with; First Year; Modeling.
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; Not that I can think of.
you must be smelling your own crotch;
Jeremiah stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his lower half and looking in the mirror. He had been staying in this apartment about two weeks and his mother had already made it feel just like home. Jeremiah ran a come through his hair, deciding to just leave it un-spiked for the day. He was being lazy, and maybe it was because he was pretty nervous about this whole thing; but he had gotten it under control in the shower. He was calm, cool and collected Jeremiah, the one that every one knew so wisely. He tried never to loose his cool in times like this. What was going on? Well, Jeremiah was about to move into the school. It would be his first day tomorrow and they wanted him to go ahead and get set up today so he wasn't completely lost tomorrow.
Jeremiah grabbed his clothes from the hanger and slid them on. A pair of blue jeans he had gotten just the other day and a baby blue shirt. It made him look pretty good. "When don't I look good?" Jeremiah thought to himself as he walked out of the room and to his duffel bag. He grabbed a pair of socks and slid them on, then put on his white and black vans. Vans where his favorite shoes ever, they kicked all the other shoes butt. Jeremiah yawned and stretched his arms up in the air, gathering up all his clothes and shoving them into the duffel bag and then zipped it up. He grabbed the straps and carried it into the living room, dropping it by the door and smiling at his mom. "All packed and ready." Jeremiah said.
"I'm going to miss you so much! You better call when ever you get the chance, and I swear to god if one of those kids picks on you then..just..tell your teacher or something! But don't fight with anyone!" Lily said, in a rush, running from the kitchen and giving Jeremiah a great big hug. "Mom. It's just school, and I'm sure I'll get along with everyone just fine. And you know I don't fight people unless I absolutely have too. Mom, breathe." Jeremiah said, smiling. He figured that some kids would pick on him. I mean, it was school. That was how school, scratch that, that was how life was. Jeremiah wasn't scared about that really. He was mainly scared about failing at modeling, and having nothing left to do with his life.
Jeremiah looked at his watch and then back at his mom. "We should be going soon." Jeremiah said. Lily nodded and grabbed her keys and a bag. "Mom, I don't think they are going to let you move in with me." Jeremiah's tone was playful, and curious at the same time. He wasn't really sure what was in the bag, and his mom had a face on that she wasn't going to tell him either. "I know that, Mr. Jester. It is a surprise from me. And no, you can't see what it is until you are in your dorm." Lily stated, wiping away the few tears that found their way out. Jeremiah took a deep breath, seeing his mom cry hurt him a lot; even if he knew she wasn't upset at him or anything. "Mom, I don't have to go. I can stay here." Jeremiah would do anything to keep his mom from crying. "Jeremiah Daniel Cournes! You will do no such thing! I am perfectly fine by myself. Now march." Lily said, pointing to the, now, open door.
Jeremiah nodded and, smiling, grabbed his bag and stepped outside of the apartment. Lily followed, then lead the way from the floor they lived on too the elevator. Once on Jeremiah tried to peak at the bag and Lily slapped his hand. Not hard enough to hurt of course, but enough to keep him away from it. "I said no." She said, smirking. "But mommy!" Jeremiah used his best impression of a four year old, which made his mom laugh. "You're a nut." Lily said. The elevator doors opened and she lead the way to her car, opening the trunk. Jeremiah tossed his bag in it and she placed the bag by his and closed the trunk. The two walked around the car and slid into the passenger and driver seat.
Jeremiah watched the trees go by as he wondered what his old friends were doing. He felt bad for Taylor. The last time they had talked Jeremiah had told Taylor that he couldn't see him like that. Taylor didn't seem to understand the fact Jeremiah couldn't face his dad if he did. That he wasn't bi, or gay, that that wasn't possible because then his dad would leave him completely. Jeremiah felt horrible; and had no one to talk to about it. He couldn't tell his mom, because his mom would tell him that he didn't need to worry about his dad leaving. That his father shouldn't be running his life; but that was just the thing. Jeremiah didn't want his father to leave, so if that meant having to live in secret; he was ready for that.
Soon they pulled into the schools parking lot and Jeremiah gave his mom a hug and a kiss goodbye. Having to promise he would call as soon as he could. Jeremiah grabbed the bag he packed and the bag that his mom had packed and waved goodbye as his mom pulled off. Now to start a new chapter in his life. But first... Jeremiah opened the bag and looked in. It was a picture of him and his mom, a camera, a photo book, some sheets that she undoubtedly made herself, a blanket and then a note. He would have to read the note later. Shaking his head he walked up to the school's doors.
[/size][/ul]
guess what?
and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
