Post by ROXAS JESSIE HARDON on Mar 14, 2015 11:02:35 GMT -7
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[presto]  george boleyn civilian piercer bisexual single quinn [/presto] | FREEFORM APPLICATION "sup guys, it's roxas and this is - hell, i don't know what vlog this is. you guys keep track better than me." he flicks the ash off the end of his cigarette before taking a drag and shrugging. "whatever. before we start this faq, i need rant real quick. so, yesterday this stupid bitch came into the parlor and asked me to pierce her nipples then got mad when i touched her boobs. it's like, fuck, how do you think i do this? do you think i want to grope your nasty tits? hell no. people are so stupid. i've even had a guy come in before that wanted to get his stones pierced but got mad and changed his mind when he found out i was the only licensed one to do that. bro, i don't wanna touch your balls, but it's my job. whatever, anyway." he takes his beanie off and ruffles a hand through his hair before taking another drag off the cigarette. he starts to fidget with his septum piercing while reading over something he has open on his computer. "i guess i'll answer some questions you guys asked me." he pulls his beanie back on and adjusts it before fixing his hair. "'where were you born and where do you live now?' i was born in moreno valley, california. i live in the wonderful city of arcadia, nevada, which you would know if you watched me last fuckin' vlogs or read my info anywhere." he gives the camera an incredulous look before looking back at the screen. "'is your hair naturally that blonde?'" another look of ridicule gets shot at the camera. "is that a joke? whose hair is naturally this blonde? and have you seen my eyebrows?" he lifts his hair and runs his index finger over his brown eyebrows, "that is my natural hair color." he sighs and shakes his head. "moving on. 'do you still live with your parents? do you have any siblings?' no, i live with my grandparents and, no, i'm an only child... thank god. 'what are your top five favorite activities?' huh, let's see... going to raves, getting drunk, getting high, either smoking or piercing, and playing piano actually. a lot of people don't know i've played piano since i was really little." he looks at the camera and moves his hands apart, waggling his fingers, "the more you know. anyway, uh, 'five favorite websites,' tumblr i guess. then pick four random porn sites." you hear the mouse click while he looks at his browser. "oh, well, my top five most used websites are tumblr, youtube, pornhub, facebook, and twitter. so there you go. 'is your real name roxas hardon?' yeah. it says so on my birth certifice, my licence, and my social security. i wasn't born with some joe-schmoe name and legally changed it later like everyone seems to be doing these days. roxas hardon is my really real name. yes, i get jokes about my last name all the time; hell, sometimes i'm the one making them." a smirk briefly crosses his face before he's quickly bemused. "oh, but that reminds me: i've see you guys calling me 'roxy' in the comments; stop it. i don't think it's funny or cute so seriously, cut it out. next question: 'will you marry me?'" that look of ridicule is back before he rolls his eyes, wishing this person wasn't serious but knowing more than half of them are. sometimes, people really were thick in the head... "no. i don't know you and you probably, like, touch yourself to my videos - which, don't get me wrong, i don't blame you, but no. just no." he sits back and flickes the ash from his cigarette again and sighs, wondering if it's worth it to take the time to shift through his tumblr inbox for good messages to answer but knowing it would take more patience than he possessed. he takes the last drag off his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ash tray by the window. "that's all i'm will to pick out from the questions sent to my tumblr. if you guys have any real info, you know the drill: tweet me, comment below, or message me. until next time, this is roxasrocksus; thanks for watching." he leans forward and stops the recording. |
