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Post by Ethan James on Jan 18, 2009 11:35:15 GMT -8
The car started to life, rumbling under me in a quiet purr. I felt the vibrations in the seat as I turned to look over my shoulder. Turning the steering wheel slightly, I merged into the busy intersection, away from the curb. I looked back once, silently saying goodbye to my Manhattan apartment.
I hate Mondays, I thought as traffic roared past me on the interstate, but it didn't bother me. I pressed the accelerator down and started weaving in between the many cars. My mustang reaching ninety. I looked from side to side to see a cop, though none registered in my peripheral vision.
I slowed slightly just to pull off on my exit which was a large loop. I swirled downward, doing a slight drift around the bend. As soon as I was on flat ground again, I pushed the accelerator to 120, pushing the vehicle farther and faster.
Whoosh, went the traffic lights as I passed through their bright red signs. Looking in the rear view mirror, I caught site of a spiraling truck. He obviously meant to avoid me, I thought.
John F. Kennedy International Airport jumped off a big screen street sign as I passed by, nearly blurring. Finally. I slowed my speed down a little, still 30 over the speed limit, but eh, who cares right? I wheeled into the large intersection, and then into a parking spot, well two.
I jumped out of the spot, throwing the keys at a valet parking attendant. He looked at me in a horrified way, as I smiled. Hey, sunny, don't worry. All you got to do is take it to the luggage rack. It's coming with me. The boy gave me a terrified nod as he climbed in, starting the engine.
I approached the out door ticket counter and handed them my boarding pass. "Do you have any luggage sir?" One of them asked.
Nah, got it all right here. I said, heaving the large duffel bag over my shoulder. It wasn't really heavy, but it was large. It would fit in the over head compartment. "Very well sir," said the man, handing me back my boarding pass. I gave him a curt nod, and moved on.
Oh, sir? You do have that my vehicle is also coming on the journey with me, right? I asked generally worried about my most prized possession. "Yes sir. It'll be in Nevada a day after you." Good, that'll do.
I mounted the stairs, to impatient to wait for the people on the escalator. I passed a pack of little kids and their mother. God, I hated kids. "Next!" called out the attendant at the metal detector. I swerved around the family as the mother bent down. I smiled gently at the attendant as he gave me a strange look. Handing him my pass, all he said was, "Have a nice day."
I looked at the Large monitors hanging on the wall, finding Sierra, Nevada, On Time. Good, I thought. I made my way to Gate 45, which just happened to be on the other end of the d*m airport. I took my time, slowly strolling since my speeding had gotten me he an hour early. I looked at a blond sitting at the Starbucks' counter. I silently made my way over to her, clearing my throat as I stepped up behind her. "Not Interested." came a voice from in front of me, as she lifted her left hand to show me the large diamond ring on her finger. Smirking, I retorted with a Excuse me miss, but not everybody is here to hit on you. Can I get an iced chocolate cappuccino? The lady behind the counter nodded to me, and gave me my drink a few minutes later. I gave a smile to her, and a nod to the totally embarrassed lady sitting at the bar. Her head was down, looking at her ring. This made me smile at I walked away, and into my gate.
They were just now boarding, seats 1-6, first class. I grabbed my luggage, hoisting it on my shoulder as I approached the large, old woman at the desk. "Good day sir, have a wonderful flight." I walked down the long ramp and into the plane, sitting in seat 4 A.
.:Time Skip:.
About six hours later, excluding time change, we landed in the Nevada Airport. "When would you like the horse? Would Wednesday be to early?" asked the man that had sat next to me the whole flight. He was a race track owner, with a couple horses for sale. I had told him I was traveling to my new racing stable in the Sierras, ready to start my new line, which was a total crock of shit. The whole reason I was in Nevada, was because I was a lying, thieving, scamming crook.
Yea, that'll be fine. You have the address right? I asked. "Yes sir, thank you." We shook hands and parted ways. I was the new owner of a champion thoroughbred. I hated animals, but I figured, if I forged some papers, I would get a decent amount of cash for him.
I walked out onto the sidewalk in front of the airport, hailing a taxi. As the large yellow vehicle stopped in front of me, it made me miss my mustang already. I climbed into the backseat, giving the driver the address.
He pulled slowly away from the curb as I leaned back and closed my eyes. I wasn't quite sure how long had it took, but I was there, staring at a large stable as the guy handed me a letter labeled Ethan James. Taking it from him, I went to pull out my money, but he said it was already taken care of. I smiled slightly, told him to have a nice day, and climbed out, ready to meet my new home....
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Post by Ethan James on Jan 18, 2009 14:01:57 GMT -8
Ethan Leeroy James ”I’m not going down without a fight.”
{BASICS}
Name o Ethan Leeroy James
Nickname o Ethe
Gender o Male
Age o 19
Birth Date o 06/08/90
Issue o Has a problem of chronic lying, fighting, stealing, and scheming.
{DETAILS}
Height o 6'1"
Eyes o Blue
Hair o Blond
Markings/Jewelry o Shark tooth Necklace
General Appearance o Hair length depends on the mood. Sometimes he gets it cut short, or long. Right now he rocking a semi long hair cut. He stands 6 ft. 1, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He's a nice healthy weight of 187. He works out and is larger then most guys. His clothing style, normally consists, of Abercrombie and Arepostale. He may also were Southpole or Roca Wear when he's feeling a little thuggish. His clothes and style are always that of high quality. He wears a necklace that his mom gave him and never takes it off.
{PERSONALITY}
Likes
o Football and Sports
o Listening to music
o Hanging out with Friends
o Money
o Girls
o Causing trouble
o Lying and Scheming
Dislikes
o Annoying people
o People above him
o Animals
o People who think they can talk stuff and not back it up
o Girls who think that he's not good enough for them
Goals
o Become a Millionaire
o Be a Business man (without lying)
o Get better
Personality o The personality of a person is something that just radiates when you stand near them. You can tell by the way they hold themselves, by the way they speak to you. Ethan holds his head high, a cockiness air about him. He can speak with an arrogant tone, though it's only if you piss him off, or if he doesn't like you. He's generally a nice guy, caring good willing. You just have to get pass the sex, drugs, and lies to see the real him. He's a real fighter, and may not let you in easily.
{HISTORY}
Father o New York State Representative
Mother o Died when he was 9
Siblings o Steven James (younger brother)
Other family o Uncle (Father's Brother)
Background o I was born June 8, 1990 in Dickson, North Dakota. My father moved to New York when I was 2, so I don't remember much about North Dakota. Ever since I was 3, my father was in Congress. He was a big shot, a shoo in for the position of Speaker of House, until my mom died. I was 9 then.
The impact of it hit us hard in the house. My dad went semi crazy, jumping deep into his work to get over the pain. I was shoved into the responsible of our butler, Jethro. He was my father's best worker, his trusted friend. I was raised by him, beaten by him, taught by him. He was my role model, and then when I was 15, Jethro grew ill and died a couple months later. Now that the only man in my life was gone, my life started spiraling.
In that same year, I had my first beer, first hangover, first hit of mj, my first overdose. My father didn't pay attention to me until he got a call at 3 in the morning asking for him to come pick me up every other month. He'd come down, bail me out, then yell for a while then go back to work.
Drugs, sex, and violence became an active part in my life. I went spiraling down., risking my father's job, causing a bad name throughout the city. My father tried hiding it, which made it even worse. He was ashamed of me, I was furious at him.
When I hit the age a 18, my father kicked me out, happily I went. He promised to pay me a weekly allowance as long as I staid away from home and get some help for my troubles. I took it.
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Post by Ethan James on Jan 18, 2009 14:18:42 GMT -8
They Stain Me: Soliloquy Many Call Me: Sol I Have Suffered Through: 5 Summers My Pelt is Stained: Midnight Black, though the light causes it to look crimson. I was Molded A: Hellion My Crimson Flows: Thoroughbred My Sire & Dam are: Champion racers I am Located in: Broadview Stables - Stallion Barn My Heirs are: No Devil's Carry My Blood I Act: A high spirited horse, always ready to race. He's a fighter, a winner. He has the heart and the body, just not the patience to learn. Thy Life's Story: Born to race around the track, but before I got a chance to be tested, I was sold. My Physique is: Powerful, slender, built to succeed in life I Have Given My Dark Soul To: Ethan James My Height Is: 16.0 I Look At You With: Grey orbs
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Post by admin on Jan 18, 2009 16:47:41 GMT -8
Accepted You will be staying in dorm room 1 with Evan |
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