Jason Conifer Simple
Jun 7, 2011 21:12:11 GMT -5
Post by Jason Simple on Jun 7, 2011 21:12:11 GMT -5
[/i]The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Jason Conifer Simple.
Nickname: Jace, Magneto.
Age: Seventeen.
Member Group: Student.
Power(s): Magnetism.
That is, he attracts metal. Either it goes to him or he goes to it. He is the human electromagnet, meaning he is magnetic but is able to turn it on and off.
Play By: Liam Hemsworth.Let it F L O W . . .First video: How be ye?
"Hey," we hear a rough, quiet male voice coming from the video. There is a finger tapping the camera lens. "Is this thing on?" He moves his finger away to reveal a smiling face with dark blonde, curly-wavy hair and deep blue eyes. His face is what would be counted as "attractive", although he looks a little awkward in his own skin, and he appears to about 5'10" in height, wiry at this time, like he hasn't quite grown into his being. He sits in a beaten old office chair, the kind with wheels and rotating action, in a room that is nearly deadly neat but for a pile of dirty clothing and a stack of comic books, novels, movies, and CDs. There are no posters or pictures or marks on the wall. His bed is made like a maid has done it, although the sheets look old, wrinkled and unwashed.
"Well," He says, looking at the camera like somebody's looking at him right then. "I guess we'll start with the basics. My name's Jason Conifer Simple--you can just call me Jace, everybody else does. Two things, right here: if you're going to look for me on Facebook, don't bother. Even if I had a Facebook account anymore, it wouldn't be under my real name. The second thing is that if you just asked why my middle name is Conifer, like a tree, then you're welcome to stay here. If you just asked why my middle name is a tree and not my first name, then please stop watching this instant, because I do not need my mom's hippie friends watching my video journal." His face is completely serious, his eyes level and not showing a hint of humor. The video glitches, and for a moment we see nothing but that shot, although he's continued talking. When it clears, we see him seated, leaning back in his ragged office chair and clicking a pen lazily.
"I'm either a Leo, Scorpio, or Virgo, one of the ones ending in an 'O' sound. We're not entirely sure which month I was born, since the hospital's still out on whether it's all right to give us my birth certificate. My mom lost mine in those first few years of my cute little life, and she doesn't have the best memory in the world. Me and Leon think she may have partied a little too hard in her twenties, if you know what I mean. She can hardly remember the glasses she wears on her face half the time or more." A fond chuckle here. "And yet she remembers the weird things like my favorite food, and that I was born in New York. Like, The City, baby." He makes a motion like he's accepting applause, a little waving of the hands and nodding of his head.
"And yet," He says after a pause, settling so that he's leaning his head on one hand, his elbow rested on the desk. "We somehow ended up in Salt Lake City by the time I was three. Mom met a cop named Leon, and, skipping the boring details of courtship and fairytale ending, I have had a stepdad since I was six. Of course I was not made ring bearer. No, I was Petal Boy." He looks directly at the viewer, grimacing blankly. "The entire family is made up of me, mom--Miz Sandra Morales--and Leon Morales. Leon's cool, if a little overprotective and in-my-biz, and I really appreciate someone keeping my mom sane and out of trouble." He grins into space, like there's some joke out there that he just heard for the hundredth time, but it's still amusing to him. "And if you're wondering, I've got the last name Simple because that's what I've always been, and mom didn't want to change that, or something. You'd have to ask her about that."
"Oh, shoot." He says, snapping to attention. "This was supposed to be an introductory vid. Um. So. I know a crap ton of Martial Art forms, I play guitar, I prefer dogs to cats, I'm sort of... Socially awkward sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. I mean, I can act all full of myself, and super confident, but I'm an explosion of excitement waiting to happen." He makes a motion with his hands to emphasize this, like an explosion radiating out from his head.
The video ends on him leaning back in his chair again.
Second video: As to Qs.
We see Jace again, his hair just slightly more mussed now, maybe a little longer. His room is cleaner than before, but the CD stack is still in its spot, and is taller than the time before. At first he's concentrating on the computer screen, then he looks up and smiles at the camera. "Got it working." He says triumphantly. "I'm sure I'll get it down by the next video, but for now let's get on with this one." He leans back in the chair, which now has silver duct tape wrapped around part of it, and lifts up a handful of lined note-cards. "These are questions from last... month's video. To be answered in this month's video. Try to curb your enthusiasm."
He squares his shoulders. "Okay. First question. 'Why are you such a mama's boy?'" He pauses, then looks directly into the camera, his face serious, his eyebrows raised. "I'm"--air quotes here--"'Such a Mama's Boy' because I freaking love my mother. If it weren't for her, who the hell knows where I would be? Either nonexistent, on the streets, or killed by now. Respect your mother, because I bet the same goes for you." He relaxes some, looking to the next note-card. "Next question."
"'How many fighting styles do you know, and how long have you been taking any of them?'" He looks at the camera again, his eyebrow raised. "You apparently saw me at the dojo. Anyway, I know five. I know, a lot for a kid sitting in this chair, but Leon makes sure mom and I are taken care of. The styles I know are Tahtib, which is Egyptian stick-fighting, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Capoeira, American Karate, and Tae-Kwon-Do. Look those up on wikipedia, because I don't have the patience to explain them, and at the moment I'm not a master in any of them, but I'm getting close in TKD. I've been taking that since just after mom and Leon got married. The others have been added since."
He looks through the rest of the cards, then throws them all away behind him. "All the rest of these are boring or too personal or just plain stalker-y. So that's where we're ending this one."
The video ends.
Third video: This is freaky?
The boy is older here. It's been half a year since the last video, strangely enough, and he's filled out, just a bit. He looks stressed, and his blonde waves are in desperate need of a good trimming. And brushing. He runs his hands through his hair, then looks at the camera. "So, I think I've gone crazy. For one thing, I'm pretty sure there's a fork stuck to my back right now. Literally. I'll show you in a second, but first I've gotta tell you what's up and how the hell this happened."
"So I'm not a morning person. So when I wake up this morning, it's pretty much like every morning, and I'm half-asleep and just going around on auto-pilot. I get dressed, pour my cereal, and go to get the milk. And my forearm sticks to the refrigerator for a second. I thought, I must be still dreaming, and I kept going. But then I was checking my cell phone, taking a shortcut through the gym like the other half of the student population at school, and I got bumped, and it went through a door that then shut. I followed it without looking at the door to see what it was, idiot that I am, and I picked it up. Then when I went to leave I, like, feel something pulling at me, it's insane, and I just get pulled back, into a locker. On top of my claustrophobia acting up and making it hard to breathe like it does, my arms and legs are stuck to the walls of the locker. And it sucks, because then the bell rings right as I call for help the one time I can manage, and that means nobody's gonna stop to help the kid in a locker. Plus, the gym'll be empty soon, because fourth period is the one on Thursdays when there's no gym. Lucky me.
"And then, after a while, about three minutes after I've given up, the bell rings that means that I've finally got someone coming to save me. And what do you know, a bunch of girls start coming in, which means this: I look like a total freaking perv hiding in a locker in the girl's locker room. And what's worse? after they've been changing, and I swear I wasn't looking, my cell phone, which stuck to my arm when I got yanked in, decides to drop right then, so the girl closest opens the locker door and freaking screams. And of course right then my arms and legs get unstuck and I fall out, and I have to run with my eyes closed because there are girls throwing things at me. And thank god that it was the closest locker to the door, because otherwise, I wouldn't have made it to the gym. But then, I made it to the gym. Who wants to be a dude running out of the girl's locker room into the middle of gym, with guys already out in the room? Not me, I can tell you that." He has been standing this whole time, and now he collapses into the chair. "Ow."
He pulls a spork from his back, holding it out and examining it with a bored expression. "My school has metal sporks. I'd like to know where they got them, but I never asked."
"Anyway," He sets down the spork. "I've got unexplained detention tomorrow and all Saturday. I think that mom's gonna freak, and demand she be told what's happening, but nobody really knows. I should sign off." He reaches towards the computer.
The video ends.
Fourth video: Maybe it'll work?
He's about the same as he was in the last video. He's gotten the much-needed haircut, probably from his mother, and he's grinning widely. He's in a new room, but it looks exactly as clean and unlived-in as his old room.
"Okay." He says, seeming a little irritated. "I tried to tell you guys all this awesome stuff that's been happening, but the internet won't let me post any of these videos. Let's see if this one works." He takes a breath, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm not crazy. I think that's all I can tell you, though. That and I can say that I'm at an awesome new boarding school, and not the kind you get sent to for lighting someone on fire. I've been here about two weeks, and all that's really happened is that my computer's busted, so I had to get a new one. I was told by the repair guy that sometimes if you put a particularly strong refrigerator magnet in the wrong spot, you can mess with the gears and circuits enough to do serious damage." He laughs. "I guess it could happen again, I dunno."
He glances in the direction of his door, and says, "That's gonna be my roommate. I should go."
The video ends.
Fifth video: What hell is like, I'm sure.
It's been a long time since his last video-- a year. He's filled out nicely, his broad shoulders and muscular build keeping him from looking as wiry and lanky as before. He's now at his full height, 5'11", and his shirt clings nicely to his form. He's standing, and he now pulls up a chair and collapses into it. He looks tired, and he runs his hands over his face. "Hey guys." He sighs, finally looking at the camera. "So, I need to ask you for something. Pray for my mom, okay? I don't care if you're not religious--I'm not either. Just... think positive thoughts, pray, meditate, whatever." He takes a breath, and looks away, resting his head on his hand.
"Ever since my mom got together with Leon, she's been trying to have another kid. Every few years, she gets pregnant, and everybody's happy and stuff, right? Well, the doctors say that mom's got something... wrong. Every time she tries to have a kid, she miscarries within the first few months. And then... every time, it just breaks her a little more, and this time I can't be there to help her through, and even though she's got Leon there, I can't help but think that it would be so much easier for her if I was there." He's very close to crying, and he hurries to finish before tears can fall, his voice much rougher than usual.
"So, pray. You know what I mean." He hesitates. "Please."
With a tear falling down his face, the video ends.
Sixth video: I've just seen a face!
It's been another half a year. There's a song playing, and Jace appears on the screen, playing it on his guitar, a wide grin on his face.
I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just met
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di
Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling
Me back again.
He stops playing with a flourish, and he bows, then sets the guitar down. "I know," He says. "I suck at singing." Which is true, as he had gone badly off-key in several places, although the guitar work was decent. "But I had to say that. We're just friends, but she's awesome." He goes to end the video, but pauses.
"And thanks for the prayers, guys. Mom's doing good."
The video ends on his smile.
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Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Ysa
Age: Old as the universal law.
RP Experience: Forever and a day.
How did you find us?: I've lived here, under your bed in a shoebox.
Show your S K I L L S . . .
She shoves Dani and Clarity to the front line. "Check them."[/blockquote]
[song, by the way, was I've just seen a face, originally done by the Beatles, recently done by Jim Sturgess.]
