CAMBELL, jayden robert

[jayden]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

JAYDEN ROBERT CAMBELL *

“Names Jayden. Period. The end. It’s a stupid name I know. Don’t call me Jay or J Dog unless you’re a rapper and I highly doubt you are. I was born September 12. So send some shit my way. You don’t need to know what year I was born cause you don’t need to know my age.(22) All you’ve got to know is that I’m old enough legally to buy my own cigarettes and alcohol. If you think that you recognize me it’s probably cause you do. I drum for a little band called Back To The Dead. We’re pretty rad but people don’t like us.

Dude, people tell me straight up all the time that I’m an asshole. And to that I say, tell me something I don’t know. It’s not like I’m doing this unintentionally and I’m not like putting on an act or whatever. It’s like, dude I know full well what I am. I don’t’ need you and you punk friends to tell me. Your opinion is neither wanted nor needed. You know what I mean? I hate that shit. But I’m definitely not disagreeing with people that say that. I know I’m not a nice person. I don’t play nice. I don’t talk nice. I’m just not nice. If you don’t like it tough shit.

Something else that I hear a lot is that umm I’m a bad person cause I don’t’ give a shit about anybody else. I just want to clear that up. That is like only partly true. I’m not even gonna bullshit. I’ll be the first person to admit to taking care of number one first. The world would be a much nice place to live in if everybody thought like that. Don’t you think? Despite that there other people that I care about like my younger brother and sometimes my band mate. I only say I care about them sometimes cause I know that they can handle themselves for the most part.

I think that why my band kids and I get along so well. Cause we all kind of think the same way. That and the fact that they aren’t afraid to stand up to me. Surprisingly I like that about them. I can’t say that for anyone else I know. Like, if I’m being a dick to one of them they aren’t afraid to call me out of be a dick right back. I can count on the fact they their feelings aren’t going to be hurt by the things that I say to them and that’s good cause I would hate to deal with that shit. I’m pretty sure that they know me well enough to know not to take me or rather the things I say to seriously cause I’m like stuck in a permanently pissed off mood or I’m drunk and/or high. The general public doesn’t know that about me. And I think I’d like to keep it that way.

I guess you could kinda say that I have a rock star mentality. Know what I mean? It’s like sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. Like, it’s just me. For real sex, drugs, and music are like addictions. Sex is obviously a must if you’re a rock star… like me. What can I say? The ladies love me. For some unknown reason girls like guys like me. But I’ll tell you, the secret is to be an asshole with out going over the top or else you loose them. If sweet talking was an Olympic sport I’d win gold every time. Also don’t go for the one that are completely shit faced. You want them to be awake during sex or else you might have some legal issues on you hands. And nobody wants to be called a rapist. The only think I don’t like about hooking up with chick I that I always remember their names. Like I remember the name of every girl I’ve ever slept with. It’s a curse.

When you’re as, quote/unquote, popular as I am drugs are pretty easy to come by. At first you actually had to look for them and try and all buddy buddy with certain circles in different cities. But now people just like come up to me and are like “Dude I got some gonjah. You wanna smoke.” It’s pretty nice not to have to pay for that shit any more. I have a feeling that I probably smoke more than I make. You ever feel like that? I blame my sperm donor for being hooked on the stuff. I don’t remember a time when he wasn’t smoking. I remember I got my first blunt form him when I was fifteen. Father of the year right?

What else do you want me to say about myself? I think something that people can appreciate about me is that I’m definitely honest. Some call it being a douche but I call it brutal honestly. I’m not going to bullshit you and I’m sure a shit going to tell you like it is. I speak my mind and some time it just happens to hurt someone’s feelings. That’s not my problem. I fuckin’ hate being lied to. I blame that on living with my father for the first sixteen years of my life. He would lie to my brother and I about anything and everything. And I can’t stand him there for I can’t stand lying. Get it?

Why did I only live with my father for sixteen year? Cause after that my brother and I got taken away by the state and put in the foster care system. Please, keep you sympathy to yourself cause I don’t need it. The system wasn’t as bad as some people make it out to be. It was much better than being abused by the man that by definition was supposed to be there to protect you. Like I said before, father of the fuckin’ year. Since I was sixteen and my brother was fifteen they let us stay together. It was a good thing I think seeing as how I basically raised my brother and I wasn’t about to let them take him away from me after everything we’d been though. We were never technically adopted so the government paid for most of the things that we needed and that included college.

That’s there I met my band mates. And there’s not a whole lot to say after that. I mean just look where I am now.

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

Yo. I’m Faith. I’m seventeen and have been roleplaying for almost seven years. I feel like that makes me sound really old. Unless I’m completely stupid it's live or die, right? I don’t know. But anyway if you need to talk don’t’ be afraid to hit me up. I’m not like Jayden so definitely don’t be afraid. Cool? Oh btw I live in good ol’ North Carolina so that would put me in the eastern time zone.

It hadn’t rained much in Rochester since he’d been here. Or at least not that Allister had really noticed. But for some reason he noticed it today. That was a sign that something was wrong with him. Allister wasn’t they type of guy that really cared about the weather. He’d made it a point recently not to go anywhere that he didn’t need to go. Dorm, class, cafeteria, maybe around the school to run the dogs. But having two restless dogs did tend to changes ones plans. Allister had been in the dorm room by himself for quite a while. Well not completely by himself. Zeke and Molly where there too. The tall boy wondered where his room mates where. Probably in class where he should have been. But Allister was a strong believer in taking personal days and personal days happened quite frequently. Mostly on mornings when he woke up trapped in thought. It's the kind of thing that happens when the only people you have to talk to have four legs and can't talk back. Yes, Allister talks to his dogs. Don't judge him. For some reason Allister looked at the clock above the door. Good lord it was almost noon and he still hadn’t taking the dogs outside. The eighteen year old pulled himself out of bed. This simple task made him feel like a ninety year old man because he been in bed all morning. He’d only been out of bed once and that was hours ago to pee and put on some jeans. Allister pulled on a shirt and grabbed his guitar and leashes for the dogs. Zeke and Molly where already at the door begging to be let out. He hallway was quiet in a creepy way so Allister didn’t bother putting either of the dogs on a least. He’d gotten in trouble before for not having them leashed inside the building. But nobody was around so he didn’t even bother. Outside the grass was damp and there were puddles on the concrete. It was hotter than hell so he knew that it’ wouldn’t be like this for long. Allister talked though the parking lot with his companions trailing behind him. There were a lot of cars at Brighton but his was the best looking. At least that’s what he thought.

Putting his car in park Allister flung open the door of his 1967 Ford Mustang. He reached in the passenger seat of his car to pull out his guitar. The heat was good for being outside. And that just how Allister intended on spending it, outside. He took a step out of the car with one hand he held his guitar and with the other he adjusted the sunglasses on his face. Than he pushed up his seat to let the dogs out. Allister took another step out of the way of the door and slammed it shut. Allister put leashes on his dogs. Sighing he made his way to a remote picnic table under a huge shade tree. He climbed up onto of the table, sat down, and rested his feet on the bench. Gently so not to scratch it he laid the guitar done on the tabletop beside him. Under the shade to the tree Allister pulled his glasses from his face onto his head. He felt old and stiff at the ripe age of eighteen. The massive amount of alcohol he consumed the night before called for one heck of a hang over and really didn’t help with the stiffness. Allister looked around at the crowded playground that seemed almost like a war zone for kids. How brutal. He began to notice the things around him. Small boys were playing a game of cowboys and Indians (or cops and robbers). They chased each other around and up and down the slide while little girls played in the sandbox. Their dolls in one hand and a brush in the other, combing out the tangles that seemed to keep coming. Mothers attending to babies whilst carrying on a conversation with the mother bested them. Mothers never stopped amazing Coop with their capabilities. Who could one person who was almost exactly like everyone else do everything when others could not. Allister saw a group of them laughing and carrying on. Some looked as if they’d rather be anywhere else but here. Fathers that looked like star high school football players and wrestlers now had to look after their kids while the game was on ESPN.

He decided to mind his own business and play a little. Carefully Allister picked up his precious guitar and started to play. The song was nothing special or extraordinary, just something that he made up. He started to hum the words softly to himself when it came time. Allister sat on top of the table for a long while. He just sat, smoked, watched, played, and nothing else. A few days before he’d been put on some new medications. New meds always made him feel sluggish and just all around crappy. The park slowly became deserted. Which meant that the swings were free. Allister climbed down form his spot on the picnic table and crawled over to the swing set. Which meant that the swings were free. Allister climbed down form his spot on the picnic table and crawled over to the swing set. At this point he just let the dogs run around with out keeping an eye on them. The sun was setting over the small park and Allister just sat on the swing. Not even swigging just sitting.

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this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.