Post by augustcash on May 18, 2011 22:22:18 GMT -5
august james cash
racing thoughts and wasted time, it's the same old story line.
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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN
nicknames: auggie, cash
sex: male.
age: 16.
birthday: january 17th.
grade: sophomore.
orientation: bisexual.
diagnosis: substance disorder, level 3
problem: August has always had a wide range of problems ever since he was little, though the causes of pretty much all of them... no actually all of them can be traced back to one thing; drugs. They absolutely rule his life, and he's all about them. At first, when he was ten, he tried smoking weed because it sounded cool and his older brother did it. Soon after that he discovered that there were all different kinds that did all different things, and that's where things really went downhill for him. He's willing to do any time of drug and at any time, constantly mixes things, and is constantly blacking out, being locked up, or sent to the hospital. He really doesn't care where he ends up or what happens to him, he just loves going along for the ride and will do anything to continue being messed up all the time. Before his parents finally found him and forced him to go get help, he had a nice record of running away from home, living on the streets, and selling drugs, as well as constantly having them on him. Due to the wide range of psychadelics, hallucinogeons, and other types of drugs he's taken he sometimes has trouble seperating reality from fantasy, has flashbacks often, and he twitches a lot.
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BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
eyes: dark brown, just like his hair.
face: still beautiful for now.
body: tall, extremely thin, lean.
fashion: sweatshirts, v-necks, jeans.
playby: Guillaume
overall: Despite the fact that he's a major drug addict, causing him not to sleep very much and almost never eat, he does look.. pretty normal. He often has random scabs somewhere on his body from picking at himself, but he's generally very good about not picking at his face, even when he sees things there, and does his best to hide them from everyone. He is noticeably thin, but he just tells people he has a fast metabolism rather than saying he gets too high to eat. He's still managed to keep all of his hair and although he gets too high to do a lot of things, he always makes sure that he looks presentable. His good looks have gotten him free drugs more times than he can count.
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AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
dislikes: school work. listening. expectations. deadlines. nagging. having to explain himself. pressure. hard work. work.
strengths: despite the fact he doesn't like listening in class, he's very good at listening when it comes to friends and can sit forever and just let someone speak to him. he's very good at voicing how he's feeling when people take the time to ask him and he's always willing to sit and talk through a problem if he cares about it enough. he doesn't fight with people, even when they try and prevoke him, and he's very good at doing what he's asked to do.. at a much later period in time.
weaknesses: he's lazy, self absorbed, and doesn't really like doing anything. he hates doing school work and will often talk back to his teachers. if someone's upset with him he generally doesn't care and doesn't try to listen to them, he just ignores them until they decide to stop being angry with him. it's really hard to make a point with him and get through to him if he doesn't want to hear it, and he's prone to losing it the few times he does actually get mad, he's unable to control himself once he actually lets those angry feelings out.
secrets: he really does want to care about people and things, he just can't bring himself too. he does know he has a drug problem too, although he won't admit it, but he doesn't care, and doesn't want to fix it.
worst memory: waking up in the back of his car to find his parents and quite a few police officers standing at his window. how the hell they found him in another state, he still doesn't know.
best memory: every time he gets to get high.
desires: getting high, getting out of school, his eighteenth birthday, being able to do whatever he wants.
pet peeves: being told he can't do something. being kept from getting to do what he wants to do.
overall: He's a pretty decent guy to most people, and extremely laid back, the only people who have any right to hate him is the staff. With everyone else he's relaxed and happy, but with the staff he talks back and acts like a little bitch just because they won't let him snort, shoot, pop, or smoke anything.
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BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
siblings: Andrew Cash (25) Blake Cash ()
other relatives: many.
history: August James Cash was born into a family of three in a small city in Florida, where he grew up. He was a regular kid, he loved to climb things, roll in the mud, and get into fights with his brother, but when he was 10 years old he found his brothers pot stash. He's seen his brother high a few times and decided to try it with two of his friends. He absolutely loved it, and continued smoking from there. As the years went on he tried more and more things, and became known as 'that one kid who does all the drugs'. You either knew of him, were his friend, or bought drugs from him.
When he was 15 his parents threatened to send him to rehab so he did the only sensible thing, he ran away. He lived on his own for the next year, sleeping in his car, selling drugs, and crashing at people's houses as he traveled north. He made a lot of new friends and had a lot of great times, but a month after he turned 16 he woke up to his parents and the cops grabbing him and hauling him off to get some help. He still doesn't know how they found him, considering he'd traveled all the way to Maine, but he can't wait until he's old enough to get the hell out of here and live on his own again.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
your age: 20
time zone: Pacific Standard Time.
other characters: none.
rp sample: (from another site).
It was something Bronson was used to hearing, and something he never responded to. "Get back here you little punk! I'm going to kick your ass!" Granted he could have picked a better target, but he'd gotten the twitch in his fingers and it had been just too easy when he saw the group of guys standing around, smoking cigarettes, joking around, and one of them facing him, his wallet halfway out of his back pocket. Come on.. that was just begging a klepto to take it off of him. They looked like they could have seriously hurt him if they caught up to him, but by time they'd realized that the 17 year old kid that had accidentally bumped into one of them had indeed lifted his wallet, he was halfway down the street, a decent head start.
The moment they called after him Bronson shoved the wallet in the front pocket of his form fitting jeans, rolled up the sleeves of his long sleeved button up gray shirt, and had started running. For a bunch of smokers they were pretty fast, but he managed to keep ahead of them for awhile. When they finally started to catch up, and he could feel himself getting tired, he decided it was better to duck and hide somewhere, and as soon as another group of people obscured him from the view of his pursuers he ran into The Attic. He stopped as soon as he got inside, looking behind him to see if they were right there, but their path had been blocked by the other group of people and they were still trying to make their way towards the store.
Bronson removed the wallet from his pocket, still facing the door, and took a few deep breaths. He glanced inside, smiling when he saw a good three hundred bucks. They must have been drug dealers or something.. or just rich. Either way it was his now, he'd worked hard for it.. yeah, that was his reasoning. As he saw them break free from the other crowd and start running up the street again he turned, planning to run into the nearest aisle of books and hide, but instead he ran straight into someone else, hard enough to knock himself backwards and on to the floor, dropping the wallet next to him.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
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