Post by JETHRO ROMAN BRIAR on Mar 30, 2015 13:46:52 GMT -7
jethro roman briar |
[presto]  gunner "entoan" gumm civilian twenty-one game store clerk heterosexual single quinn [/presto] | FREEFORM APPLICATION jet sat at the bus stop, his earbuds in while he bobbed his head to the music playing out of them. his hands twitched slightly, almost mimicking the guitar, and occasionally mouthed the words. he looked up as someone stepped into his view and turned to face him. pulling an earbud out, he blinked and felt a little embarrassed at realizing they were trying to talk to him, "sorry, what was that?" the teenage girl smiled a little, seeming a bit irritated but hiding it. "i was wondering if i could interview you for my sociology class." "oh, uh, sure!" he took out his other earbud and paused the music, scooting over on the bench a little bit so she could sit down. he pushed his hair back out of his face and cleared his throat a bit awkwardly when she sat next to him. "thanks. i have to start off with the basics: your first and last name, your age, job..." she laid a clipboard on her leg and pulled a pen from behind her ear, looking at him expectantly. "well, my name is jethro briar, but i just go by jet. i'm twenty-one years old and i work at a game store." he chewed on his lip rings for a second, debating on if he wanted to list his band as a job but figuring he didn't make enough yet to be able to count it. she scratched the information down, nodding vacantly. "how long have you lived in arcadia and what do you think about the crime rates here?" "i've lived in arcadia all my life. the crime rates here are ridiculous." jet shook his head and looked down at his hands knotted in his lap. "i don't understand why people can fall into all of that so easily..." he had seen how it could tear people apart, ruin families and relationships and lives. murder, drugs, sex, money... that's all it was about. a true hero was hard to find these days. "we're like gotham city but without the batman." he chuckled a little. "you've lived here all your life? how was it, growing up in a city like this?" her attention seemed to be pulled form the clipboard and she looked at him with new interest. a sigh escaped his lips and he looked at his hands again. "it was hard. i mean, my dad was a porn star and my mom was a drug addict. they signed guardianship of my little sister michelle and me over to our older brother a few years ago when our mom overdosed on heroin. we all bust our asses to make things work but it's better than it could be." he shrugged and smiled a little. he loved his siblings, they were the ground he stood on. she frowns for a minute, seemingly lost for words. she shakes her head and looks back at her clipboard. "honestly, what would you say your top three hobbies are?" jet smiled a bit, glad to be on a lighter topic. he knew how to answer it with two hobbies, but would have to think of a third. "well, i love playing video games. i'm a big fan of the zelda and kingdom hearts games, but i mostly like games for the pc." he shifted in his seat for a second, feeling a little self-conscious about his next hobby. "i'm also a guitarist. i'm in this band called literal theory but we aren't really a big deal or anything." the discomfort in his voice made it clear that he really wasn't trying to impress the girl, that he was a little amxious even bringing it up. "i play guitar and sing back up. it's really my outlet for everything." he chuckled a little nervously as he tried to think of another favorite hobby. tugging at a loose string from his jeans, he shrugged. "for a third, i guess it's a tie between hiking and just being funny with friends. just stupid little improv skits or whatever, nothing serious. just a bunch of people acting stupid." he smiled a bit, running a hand through his hair. she smiled slightly in return, her eyes not leaving her piece of paper as she jotted things down. "what are things things you love and three things you hate?" personally, jet didn't like the word hate. he didn't believe that hating anything or anyone was really right. hate was a word that had really lost it's meaning, a lot like the word love. but he could definitely think of a few things he didn't like. "i love individuality. like tattoos and piercings and dying hair and stuff like that. i feel like our bodies are blank canvases that we can change and customize to suit us." he reached up and messed with the bar in his eyebrow. he got judged for his appearance all the time but he always felt like it was worth it. "i really love music. it's my escape. i'm always listening to it, wherever i go and whatever i do." he played with his earbuds, wishing he could be listening to his music now. especially since his nervousness was acting up a little bit and music always helped. "i also love nature. i know i'm pale, i don't spend a lot of time outside, but i do like to go hiking and swimming and stuff." now for the easy one: things he didn't like. "well, i don't like spiders. i don't know why anyone does. my friend has a pet tarantula and it creeps me out. spiders are just -" he shuddered a bit "- no, i don't like them. another thing i don't like it heights. it's terrifying to be up high and think about falling... plumeting down to the ground again. i can't deal with that." he felt a little lightheaded just imaging it and he was almost sure he had gone five shades paler than normal. "and, uh, being alone... i can't stand being alone." really, being physically alone was more tolerable for him than being completely isolated. in addition to always having his ipod or music in some fashion, he was always talking to someone; whether it was in person, through instant message, or texting, or phone call. talking to people was a necessity. she seemed satisfied with his answers as she wrote them down, listening to him speak whenever she paused. "you seem like a very good guy, jet." she smiled when he finished talking, then she stood up. "i think i've got everything, thank you so much for your time." she reached her hands out. jet smiled politely and shook her hand. "oh, no problem. good luck on your class." he waited for her to get a few steps away before putting his earbuds in, just in time for the bus to arrive and open it's doors for him to climb in. |
