Altered Tundra

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@HushedWhispers

Oh sorry, I should have said that Jackson was done too. :)

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

I would totally contribute, but I use youtube for my music RIP

@Myyt

Find a good playlist, and do it using that. :D

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Through the Never — Metallica — The Black ALbum
Your Revolution is a Joke — Funeral For a Friend — Casually Dressed and Deep in Conversation
Hodor (Bonus Track) — Ramin Djawadi — Game of Thrones Season Six Soundtrack
Medicated — Funeral for a Friend — Welcome Home Armageddon
If You Lived Here, You’d Be Home — A Skylit Drive — Identity on Fire
Welcome Home (Sanitarium) - MEtallica Cover — Bullet For My Valentine — The Poison (Deluxe Edition)
Gaia Bleeds (Make Way For Man) — Set Your Goals — This Will be the Death of Us
Say Days Ago — The Used — The Used (U.S. Edition)
Take Me Under — Three Days Grace — Three Days Grace (Deluxe Edition)
The Light and the Glass — Coheed and Cambria — In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3

SoS: Semblance of Suburbia

@Universorum

Zoey Clarke

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.:| Zo | 15 (Nearly 16) | Single | Bisexual | Female |:.

.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.

Zoey is a total short-stop next to her Dad, standing at only 5'3 with a slim stature – she doesn't come across as particularly intimidating. Upon closer inspection you can see that her body is toned after years of physically demanding sport and activities – the palms of her hands and soles of her feet are usually calloused to some degree, and various scrapes or bruises can be seen dotted around her body most of the time; either from her varied physical activities, or sheer clumsiness. Further physical attributes left over from either her clumsiness or sports include two sunken knuckles on her right hand after having broken them (Kayaking; 8 years old); a small bump on the left side of her collarbone after having broken that (Jiu Jitsu; 13 years old); and a somewhat straight scar about 4 inches long on her right forearm, from an open fracture wound (Clumsiness – 8 months ago). More bumps and bruises are likely to follow Zoey and her cloddish ways.

Her long brown hair – almost as dark as her father's – has a natural wave to it, and can usually be seen hanging loose, or just slung into some form of messy ponytail; she's not one to put much effort into it. Make-up is also a rarity, what with her skin being quite clear and eyelashes being long and dark enough naturally. Clothing is not something she particularly fusses over either, wearing whatever looks good and is suitable for the necessary climate.

After having lived in America for so long, she has lost a lot of her native Australian accent; but with constant visits and her Dad's influence, one can still hear that familiar Aussie drawl hidden in her words.

.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.

Zoey tends to be far more deadpan and calm than her Dad; although she certainly shares his bluntness. Although reigning it in to avoid insulting most people, she can be as blunt as she wants when it comes to her family – it's not uncommon for her to share jibes and cheeky insults with her Dad; truthful and harsh, but never taken as such, instead with a joking smile and sarcastic look. With this kind of behaviour, it's rare for them to fall out; indeed, Zoey rarely falls out with many a person. This could be that she has simply attracted friends in the past who understood that kind of tactless humour, certainly, but it would be fair to say the girl exhibits a playfulness that many could find refreshing.

Beyond her humour, Zoey has an inquisitive and even intuitive nature – having lived with just her Dad, she's learnt to pick up on small things that shows whenever he's having a bad day. While she can't exactly do this perfectly with strangers, she's quick to notice the furrowing of a brow, or a tightening of a fist. From this, she has developed a talent of being a "Good listener". She'll lend a shoulder to lean on for most, should they need it during their troubles – although reluctant to give advice on the possibility it makes things worse, Zoey will be more than happy to just sit and let them talk.

It should also be noted that for a girl who can ride a board as smooth as anything without such much as a wobble, it's astounding how clumsy she can be when just walking about; tripping over her own feet, stubbing her toes, smacking her limbs off walls or corners – she broke her nose once by falling over nothing in particular, and bouncing her head off a table. If you're in the same room with her for a long time, expect to hear some form of thud, followed by a profanity or 3.

.:| H I S T O R Y |:.

Zoey is aware that her father feels somewhat guilty for not being there a lot in her early years; but she doesn't hold it against him. Honestly, she can barely remember things – any strong emotions she does recall from her life as a baby are always attributed with happiness; spending time with her grandparents, and seeing her parents when they came back from a tour. She doesn't recall sadness; she doesn't recall missing her mum and dad – the one thing she does recall is her leaving Australia.

Although at the age of 5, it was hard to forget the strange look on her Mum's face; the odd feeling when she refused to give her a cuddle or a kiss like she used to when she got back from work. Even worse, when Zoey went with her Dad and never went back home. As the years passed, she grew to understand her father's decision for emigrating; and with that came a strong feeling of dislike and anger towards her mother. Although never so strong as to take over her life, it was a buried feeling that never really went away.

However, regardless of this, Zoey's life was pretty good – average, but good. She went to an okay school in California, made plenty of friends; even getting to visit her grandparents and other extended family during the holidays when she and her dad visited Australia. The last thing she expected was to suddenly become a millionaire.

Well... daughter of one, anyway.

She understood why they had to move (inner-city California was not the place to be for the suddenly rich; not the area they were staying in anyway); but it was somewhat difficult, leaving her old friends behind. From what she'd gathered from various forms of media, the teenagers in this rich, gated community, were not going to be the type she usually hung around with. Her Dad says to give it a chance, so she'll come at it with an open-mind... however, her reservations about her new community remain intact. At least Uncle Jay is nearby.

.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.

Just a student, but wouldn't mind a part time job.

.:| H O B B I E S |:.

• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu - She got into the sport at around the age of 5, while still in Australia. Although not competing until far older, she took to the martial art very well, thoroughly enjoying it and wanting to progress through the stages as quickly as possible; her instructors in America appreciated her enthusiasm, and very recently she received her blue belt in the discipline.
• Surfing & Kayaking - More sports she enjoys; this time with her Dad. These are entirely recreational – Zoey reckons she'd lose interest if she went into competitions for them.
• Road Trips - Ah, nothing better than the open road, some rock music, and good company. Although she can easily get those last two things at home, there's something exciting about driving nowhere in particular.
• Spoopy Scary Skeletons - Well, maybe not the song, but scary stuff. Halloween, horror movies, the paranormal – anything with an air of mystery or danger always thrills Zoey and her superstitious ways. Also, who is she kidding, the song is awesome.

.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.

Gabriel Clarke – Father – Her Dad means the world to her; she knows the shit he's been through in his life, and she loves him all the more for putting it aside to raise her by himself. Now and then she's annoyed at some of the rules he lays out, but that's generally the case for any healthy father-daughter relationship. Regardless of that, she'll love till the day she dies.

Charity Black – Estranged Mother – The less said about this one, the better. Zoey feels far more animosity and bitterness towards her mother than Gabriel does; she can't see herself forgiving Charity for the way she treated herself and her Dad.

Jameson Jones - Family Friend - She knows her Dad's ex-army bud by Uncle Jay, as she has done since a young child. He's spent enough time with herself and her Dad to pretty much be a part of the family.

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@MiddleEarthRoze

Oh hey, it's Roze--I mean Zoey. :P

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Update; For some clarification, the next time skip will be the following day, which is a Saturday while the time skip after that will be on a school, Monday, preferably. :) Just to see how the drama absorbs within the school atmosphere.

@HushedWhispers

Hoboy, this is gonna be some sad stuff on my end considering JB isn't going to be in a good state.

Should be fun tho. :3

Will need to peep at @lovely complex and @Dirty Pretty Lies for how we gon do it. Shit might be money, but not necessarily the kind you throw around, ya feel me?

How to fix a broken bromance: nearly die

@lovely complex

First we learned How to Get Your Crush to Notice you 101, now we are gonna learn How to Fix a Bromance 101, both taught by Professor LoCo

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@Dirty Pretty Lies

Or something like that, anyways. JB ain't going to be active anytime soon. xDD

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@HushedWhispers

And that does it for me until timeskip. :)

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LOCATION — The Open Road

INTERACTIONS — Himself

TIME — Time to get the hell out of dodge

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As Jackson sat at the bar, pounding shot after shot of patron, he began to think about how everything since this day began was total and utter shit. Everything from when he woke up to when he made the decision to pick up Summer, and bring her to the party. He might feel some type of way for her, but it didn’t change things that because he ignored Bro Code, and went with where his heart(or dick in this case) led him, he lost his best friend. Not only that, but he made matters worse for himself when he went to go follow Eve, and air his grievances to her. After all of that, he was left with nothing. No best friend. No Summer beside him. No one checking to see if he was doing okay or not. There was no one. The only person that seemed to give a crap about him right now was good old Patron. Whenever he was down and out, Jackson Drake knew he could count on his Mexican buddy.

“Might as well as indulge, right old buddy?” Jackson raised his shot glass, and downed the fifth shot in three minutes. Jackson felt that was enough. Not because he didn’t want to keep drinking, but simply because he was ready to leave this dump of a party.

The blonde teen got up from his seat, but he lost his footing, and fell face-first to the sand. He struggled to get back up, but after a few tries [of falling face-first again], Jackson finally got to his feet. In slow steps, Jackson Drake made his way through the only path that led to where everyone’s cars were parked: a trek through the woods. So, pretty much Jackson was going back the way he came when he was talking to Eve. Wonderful.

The trek took a little longer than usual. Honestly, Jackson didn’t get to his father’s car for what seemed like forever. He didn’t bother looking at his phone. He didn’t bother doing anything aside from getting inside the 2005 Black Ford Mustang. As he got into the driver’s seat, JAckson sat there for a few moments, struggling to get the keys into the ignition. On some level Jackson knew that he shouldn’t be driving. Hell, maybe if he hadn’t pounded those last shots, he would be aware enough of his own state of how drunk he was, and that he was in no shape to drive. But, seeing as how he was in a give-no-fucks state of mind, Jackson was going to drive.

“Finally!” Jackson said.

The keys were finally in the ignition. He turned them, and the engine of his father’s Mustang revved up loudly. It did not know about its driver’s condition. It only knew that rubber was about to flare as Jackson pealed out of the parking lot as soon as it had alerted anyone who was also getting into their respective vehicle. It wasn’t long until Jackson was out of the parking lot, He had hit the open road as the mustang went from 0-60 in less than seven second, a trail of smoke following him.

JAckson was surprisingly keeping it steady at the speed he was going. Five minutes he had been driving, and so far so good. Even with his injuries, Jackson was still able to maintain focus on the road. Though, that wouldn’t last long as he turned on the radio. He didn’t have a feeling for any specific station, so he just left it on the one that it was last on. Just his luck that it was on a station that Jackson and Rhett both loved to death. If that wasn’t enough, but the one song that both of them loved above all was playing. It had just started.

“You’re kidding me?! Fucking hells!” Jackson raged.

Of all songs that could have been playing, it had to be The Blowjob Song by Blink-182. What kind of twisted, ironic sense of humor did fate have tonight? First it tested Jackson’s loyalties by tempting him with Summer, to which he failed. Then a fight of words with both Rex and Eve. Again, he lost both of those fights. Now, it was trying to pour salt to the wound. Seriously, what kind of shit night was this? It was like Jackson was meant to laugh a this whole thing with a sorrow, rage-filled laugh.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel right now. Maybe both? Who knew? Jackson sure didn’t. Only thing he knew was that this night was going to get worse before it was going to get better. Oh well. Jackson was going to ride it out.

Jackson sang along to the song that had just came on, and he found himself feeling all sorts of emotions. He was laughing because it was a fucking song about blowjobs in general, but he also found himself crying manly tears because, well, it reminded him of how much life sucked for him right now. He had such high hopes for this night, and now it was fucked because of what he did. This song wasn’t doing anything to help him. And thus we arrive at the reason why Jackson was starting to get livid.

Yeah he’s all over the place tonight.

The song was over, but the emotions remained. More to the point, Jackson felt like he had to do something now. So, he reached for his phone. When he did, he swerved. Jackson caught that, and he made sure the car was back to going straight. He had his phone in his hand. He knew what he was going to do. But, as he went through his phone, Jackson’s eyes weren’t solely fixated on the road. Considering how dark it was tonight, he needed to focus. It didn’t help that Jackson’s vision was blurry because of the amount of alcohol in his system. He was also physically fatigued. Yup, not a good combination at all.

“Alright, there it is.” Jackson said. He found the contact he was searching for. He pressed the green phone icon. It started ringing. Jackson waited and waited and waited. He didn’t get an answer. He thought he did when he heard the voice of the contact, but it was a voicemail. Jackson would leave a message regardless. He said:

“Hey, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me. Hell, I know that after tonight, there isn’t going to be any chance of anything happening further between us. I know that now. I don’t even know why I’m leaving you this message, but just know I’ll do everything I can to fix it. I don’t care what I have to do. You mean so much to me. I won’t give up on--”

And suddenly there was complete silence. Jackson was cut off. He looked around, and everything was spinning. Why was everything spinning? More to the point, why did Jackson see the road from an above angle? “What?” JAckson was disarrayed. Before he could ask anymore questions, it all became clear to him. Too bad it was too late because the mustang had came crashing down as it smashed on the side of teh road roof-first, with Jackson’s neck whiplashing. As a result, the blonde teen lost his consciousness, his phone still in hand.

Amid all of what was happening, whoever the message was for would have heard all of the commotion going on in the background.

And end call. Now there was silence.

Nothing but bloody silence.

Dance With The Angels - A GFX Shop by Altered Tundra

To everyone I owe requests to:

I have been in a GFX rut lately, but I will try to get your requests done within the next week. If I don't, then feel free to bug me about it. I work well under pressure.

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@HushedWhispers
And with that, Jade and Jay are done with the party. Jackson's post will be up either tonight or tomorrow, and I'll officially be all done with the party. :)