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Oh Guild, how I've missed you.
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@Filthy Mudblood; If you need help keying his car just say the word and I’m on the way sis.
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RIP Kobe Bryant, a legend, and his daughter Gianna, who was a legend in the making. 💔
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I turned 24 on Saturday. Adulthood is still a big ass scam though.
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On October 3rd, he asked me what day it was... It’s October 3rd.
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Bio
My name is Jordan, but everyone usually just calls me Jo. I'm 26 years old, and I'm from Brooklyn, NYC.
I've got a little over 14 years of RP experience under my belt.
You'll usually see me in SOL RPs.
My discord is Ejected#5448
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I've got a little over 14 years of RP experience under my belt.
You'll usually see me in SOL RPs.
My discord is Ejected#5448
∙ Character Vault ∙
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Being the only child of an urban fashion designer often had its perks, Carter's favorite being that whenever his parents went on their monthly business trips to other parts of the world, he was almost always asked whether or not he'd like to tag along. More often than not, Carter would politely decline these invitations, offering up excuses such as how he didn't want to miss too many days of school and fall behind on his work. In actuality, the young man just wanted to have the house all to himself. See, Carter's parents trusted their son enough to leave him home alone for days, and sometimes weeks, at a time; they understood that he was a legal adult, after all, and rarely got into any sort of trouble with them. What Carter's parents didn't know, however, was what went down in their house once Carter got confirmation that they had finally boarded their plane. They didn't know that he would immediately pull out his stash and call over a few of his friends so they could hotbox the garage without having to worry about being checked up on every couple of hours. They didn't know that he'd throw these large "kickbacks" and then hire a cleaning service to tidy things up before they came back home.
But this time, things were different. This time, Carter Newton actually decided that he would accompany his parents on their most recent trip to New York City. After sitting through yet another pointless King's Academy senior assembly, Carter had come to the conclusion that he'd much rather spend his time sitting in the corner of multiple conference rooms pretending to pay attention than at some silly homecoming dance with a person he barely even knew. So that's how it all went; while most of the King's Academy students were using their Friday nights to prepare for the dance, Carter was stuck listening to his father go on and on about the future of men's fashion and exactly which company he should partner with in the near future.
He didn't touch back down in Florida until a few hours after the homecoming dance had ended, and by that time, he was way too tired to function properly. Rather than go on his typical late night rounds to make a few extra bucks, Carter headed straight for his bed. He didn't wake up until a little after eight o'clock the following morning. The first thing Carter did when he woke up on that bright Sunday morning, like most teenagers in the world, was roll over in bed and check his cell phone. He wasn't surprised in the slightest to see that he'd gotten a few text messages and missed calls from the usual customers, all of them asking to meet up and make a quick exchange. He took about a half an hour to get himself showered and dressed before grabbing the keys to his car and heading on his way.
Carter's first stop was to a smaller home about five minutes away that belonged to the family of one of his closest friends. Although this friend had been one of the last to shoot him a text, he figured that since he was so close by, he'd stop there first. Carter left his car running as he made his way around the back of his friend's house. As expected, he found Lamar Smith doing what he always did when he wasn't somewhere getting high: shooting hoops. The six foot tall boy stood on his backyard basketball court, the front of his tank top drenched with sweat and his shoulder length locs swinging in the breeze, practically screaming for a re-twist. He tucked the ball under his left arm as he watched Carter approach him. "I heard you pull in," Lamar said as he dapped him up, "sure took you long enough, man."
"You know I had shit to do this weekend, bro," Carter said with a light laugh, "My pop had me in those conferences for hours. I'm tired as fuck, so maybe you should just thank me for even showing up... ungrateful ass." As Carter teased his friend, he started to dig into his jacket pocket, only stopping when his hand found the small, zip-lock baggie. At the same time, Lamar had run over to a nearby porch chair; he fumbled around in his backpack before producing a thin wad of cash. The exchange was over in less than a second; as soon as Carter got hold of his money, he stuffed it where the bag had originally been and nodded his head in the direction of the basketball hoop. "So when are you gonna try out for the basketball team, huh? King's needs someone like you on the team. You're good enough."
"When are you gonna stop dealing drugs and finish filling out your college applications, huh?" Lamar said mockingly as he started to dribble his ball, "Morehouse needs someone like you, you're good enough." This earned him a scoff from Carter, who simply rolled his eyes as he began making his way back to the driveway. He'd just reached his car when he realized that his friend had followed behind him. "Nah, but for real though. You can't keep this shit up forever, man. I mean, I like being able to restock my stash at a discounted price, but you're better than this. I'm not tryna sound like your mom or nothing, but think about your future."
Ignoring his friend, Carter climbed back in to the drivers seat of his Lexus. It was then that he saw that he'd received yet another text message, but this time from someone he'd seen not too long ago; apparently, Shawna Josi was already in dire need of a refill. The boy replied in a matter of minutes, typing out a few words before tossing his phone into the passenger seat and rolling down his window. "Well, you know what they say," he called to Lamar as he began to back out of the driveway, "Live for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction... live in the present, don't worry about the future... Carpe diem?"
And then he was off.
But this time, things were different. This time, Carter Newton actually decided that he would accompany his parents on their most recent trip to New York City. After sitting through yet another pointless King's Academy senior assembly, Carter had come to the conclusion that he'd much rather spend his time sitting in the corner of multiple conference rooms pretending to pay attention than at some silly homecoming dance with a person he barely even knew. So that's how it all went; while most of the King's Academy students were using their Friday nights to prepare for the dance, Carter was stuck listening to his father go on and on about the future of men's fashion and exactly which company he should partner with in the near future.
He didn't touch back down in Florida until a few hours after the homecoming dance had ended, and by that time, he was way too tired to function properly. Rather than go on his typical late night rounds to make a few extra bucks, Carter headed straight for his bed. He didn't wake up until a little after eight o'clock the following morning. The first thing Carter did when he woke up on that bright Sunday morning, like most teenagers in the world, was roll over in bed and check his cell phone. He wasn't surprised in the slightest to see that he'd gotten a few text messages and missed calls from the usual customers, all of them asking to meet up and make a quick exchange. He took about a half an hour to get himself showered and dressed before grabbing the keys to his car and heading on his way.
Carter's first stop was to a smaller home about five minutes away that belonged to the family of one of his closest friends. Although this friend had been one of the last to shoot him a text, he figured that since he was so close by, he'd stop there first. Carter left his car running as he made his way around the back of his friend's house. As expected, he found Lamar Smith doing what he always did when he wasn't somewhere getting high: shooting hoops. The six foot tall boy stood on his backyard basketball court, the front of his tank top drenched with sweat and his shoulder length locs swinging in the breeze, practically screaming for a re-twist. He tucked the ball under his left arm as he watched Carter approach him. "I heard you pull in," Lamar said as he dapped him up, "sure took you long enough, man."
"You know I had shit to do this weekend, bro," Carter said with a light laugh, "My pop had me in those conferences for hours. I'm tired as fuck, so maybe you should just thank me for even showing up... ungrateful ass." As Carter teased his friend, he started to dig into his jacket pocket, only stopping when his hand found the small, zip-lock baggie. At the same time, Lamar had run over to a nearby porch chair; he fumbled around in his backpack before producing a thin wad of cash. The exchange was over in less than a second; as soon as Carter got hold of his money, he stuffed it where the bag had originally been and nodded his head in the direction of the basketball hoop. "So when are you gonna try out for the basketball team, huh? King's needs someone like you on the team. You're good enough."
"When are you gonna stop dealing drugs and finish filling out your college applications, huh?" Lamar said mockingly as he started to dribble his ball, "Morehouse needs someone like you, you're good enough." This earned him a scoff from Carter, who simply rolled his eyes as he began making his way back to the driveway. He'd just reached his car when he realized that his friend had followed behind him. "Nah, but for real though. You can't keep this shit up forever, man. I mean, I like being able to restock my stash at a discounted price, but you're better than this. I'm not tryna sound like your mom or nothing, but think about your future."
Ignoring his friend, Carter climbed back in to the drivers seat of his Lexus. It was then that he saw that he'd received yet another text message, but this time from someone he'd seen not too long ago; apparently, Shawna Josi was already in dire need of a refill. The boy replied in a matter of minutes, typing out a few words before tossing his phone into the passenger seat and rolling down his window. "Well, you know what they say," he called to Lamar as he began to back out of the driveway, "Live for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction... live in the present, don't worry about the future... Carpe diem?"
And then he was off.
“Reality is wrong.
Dreams are for real.”
Politics
LOCATION: Dorm Floor
INTERACTIONS: Ziggy Haze, Julius Gardener, and Ylva Ulven
INTERACTIONS: Ziggy Haze, Julius Gardener, and Ylva Ulven
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“Yeah, herbs. They’re real good for you. Organic.”
Venus couldn't help but shake her head once again as she secretly pinched her arm in a desperate attempt to stop a giggle from escaping her lips. She had already started to feel the effects of the brownie she'd eaten not too long ago; all of a sudden, things just seemed to be a lot more funny than they probably were in actuality. The expression that had spread over Julius's face as he inspected the small, green speck of marijuana that sat at the tip of his finger nearly caused Venus to burst into a fit of laughter. Nevertheless, the young woman maintained her composure; she took a moment to clear her throat before adding on to what Ziggy had already said. "Yeah, I thought you knew they were pot brownies, Julius."
Then Ziggy mentioned that he had gotten hungry, and as if on cue, Venus felt her stomach growl in anticipation. She watched with hungry eyes as he lifted the lid of a nearby pizza box, but cringed once she'd finally laid eyes on its contents. Ziggy's next move was to grab a blue bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, which caused Venus to cringe once more; in her opinion, the Spicy Sweet Chili flavored chips were the only kind of Doritos that were worth eating. But before the boy tossed one of the orange triangles into his mouth, he called over to someone named Ford. Venus turned her head in the same direction; it didn't take her long to figure out that Ford was the name of the boy who'd brought along the sex doll. "Film and media," Venus said shortly after in response to Ziggy's question, "music videos, vlogs, photo shoots... basically, if it involves using a camera, I'm all for it."
"Hello, is there room for one more?" a new voice suddenly piped up, causing Venus to redirect her attention. Her gaze landed upon a pale girl with large, thick framed glasses and hair the color of a sunset. Without a word, Venus simply scooted closer to the arm of the couch before motioning for the other woman to take a seat next to her. It was when the redhead made a remark about the brownies that Venus picked up the plate and passed it along.
"They're pot brownies, girl," Venus said before the girl could make the same mistake as Julius, "So if it's something sweet that you're looking for, I'm afraid that your craving won't be satisfied with these puppies."
Venus couldn't help but shake her head once again as she secretly pinched her arm in a desperate attempt to stop a giggle from escaping her lips. She had already started to feel the effects of the brownie she'd eaten not too long ago; all of a sudden, things just seemed to be a lot more funny than they probably were in actuality. The expression that had spread over Julius's face as he inspected the small, green speck of marijuana that sat at the tip of his finger nearly caused Venus to burst into a fit of laughter. Nevertheless, the young woman maintained her composure; she took a moment to clear her throat before adding on to what Ziggy had already said. "Yeah, I thought you knew they were pot brownies, Julius."
Then Ziggy mentioned that he had gotten hungry, and as if on cue, Venus felt her stomach growl in anticipation. She watched with hungry eyes as he lifted the lid of a nearby pizza box, but cringed once she'd finally laid eyes on its contents. Ziggy's next move was to grab a blue bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, which caused Venus to cringe once more; in her opinion, the Spicy Sweet Chili flavored chips were the only kind of Doritos that were worth eating. But before the boy tossed one of the orange triangles into his mouth, he called over to someone named Ford. Venus turned her head in the same direction; it didn't take her long to figure out that Ford was the name of the boy who'd brought along the sex doll. "Film and media," Venus said shortly after in response to Ziggy's question, "music videos, vlogs, photo shoots... basically, if it involves using a camera, I'm all for it."
"Hello, is there room for one more?" a new voice suddenly piped up, causing Venus to redirect her attention. Her gaze landed upon a pale girl with large, thick framed glasses and hair the color of a sunset. Without a word, Venus simply scooted closer to the arm of the couch before motioning for the other woman to take a seat next to her. It was when the redhead made a remark about the brownies that Venus picked up the plate and passed it along.
"They're pot brownies, girl," Venus said before the girl could make the same mistake as Julius, "So if it's something sweet that you're looking for, I'm afraid that your craving won't be satisfied with these puppies."
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