ANDERSON, dakota roman

[julz]

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

DAKOTA ROMAN ANDERSON *

"uh, well, hi. i'm dakota roman anderson, and it is way too fucking early for this. truthfully, i just woke up after a three hour night between this miserable day, and a long night of getting shitty, so if i'm not the most pleasant person at times, i'm sorry. you can handle it, i'm sure.

apparently i look like some dude named alex gaskarth. whatever.

anyways, i guess i'm your standard guy. i'm simply your standard guy, but better, though, because at just twenty one years old, i get to spend every day on this tour, making good music and partying as much as my heart desires. to fulfill that, well, that's saying something. being the rhythm guitarist and screamer for intergalactic confederacy- which let me tell you, can be a hard name to say when you're trashed. this tour has certainly been doing it's job of keeping me entertained, too, in comparison with the shit ton of others we've been on. god, i love touring.

before i start rambling on about that, though, i'll just tell you that it's proof of how passionate i am about what i do. i love making music, quite simply. this band was a hassle and a half at times, but i'd never give it up or say i regret this. seeing the crowd and the dedication kids have to us- when they don't even know us, that's wicked intense, and there's no better adrenaline rush than performing and giving them a good show. plus, i mean, i'd say we're pretty fucking good. it's always fun to be beast at something. we get to go on tour with good friends and party all the fucking time. my life a never ending cycle of happiness, basically, and it's all thanks to my job. yeah, i'm pretty dedicated to what i do.

when i get my mind set on something -that's it. it'll get done, and it'll be everything i want it to be. i'm a very driven young man, if i do say so myself. or stubborn. whichever works for you. it got me where i am now, though -bassist, beer pong champ, experienced, good looking little fuck. i'd say that's a good thing. maybe it kind of makes me a perfectionist, though, because i can admit to putting my all into something until it's exactly how i want it. it's only mildly obsessive compulsive, ya know? whatever. doesn't matter right now.

like i said, i'm a standard dude. i like women, and i like women liking me. i like sex. i like women who like sex. get it? i can admit it. i can be kind of slutty, if i do say so myself, but i have the right to be, damn it. i was tied down to one girl for five years, and married for three. one girl was my whole world, and now she's out of the picture, so i've got lost time to make up for, and a less stable stream of girls to keep me occupied. and like i said, i like to be occupied. so yeah, i can be a gentleman and all that, i mean, i was with someone for that long, i can obviously be sweet, and loyal and all that. i just don't need to bother with that right now. i also like to be drunk, and, well, i won't get into the obvious with that one. but yeah, trust me, have me on your beer pong team -we'll rip shit even if you can't play, dude. and yeah, weed is just as fun. psychedelics are okay to dip into. but shh, let's not tell the kids that, yeah? -laughter- i'm such a good role model.

fuuuuck. what else is there? uhh, i've been addicted to video games since i was like, five. no joke. if there isn't shit else to do, i can play a mean game of mario kart, or splinter cell. i'm telling you, if a girl wanted to win my heart, and they told me they wanted to burn blunts and play xbox all day, i'd probably marry them... well, you know, just kidding. but yeah. i guess when i'm not partying or working, i'm just pretty chill, then. i just surround myself with cool people, and it's never a dull moment.

as for my history, it's kind of shaky. my mom didn't really care that she was a mom, and my dad was just some old guy who never paid attention to anything but work. i couldn't tell you either of their middle names off the top of my head. i was the third kid they had, the third boy, at that, and my older brother's basically raised me. my oldest brother, ray, is ten years older than me, so he especially took over in my life. he and jonah, my other brother who's only two years older than me, influenced my life the most -from music, to clothes, to mannerisms, everything. it's almost amusing. they were the main good and bad influences in life, from introducing me to smoking, drinking, and playing shows, to dragging me home when i was shitfaced and driving me to work everyday during school. they told me not to get married, and gave me a place to stay during the separation. i owe everything to them. unless my stupid bitch of a high school sweet heart, but let's not get into that.

i really don't know what else i could tell you. um. i have an irrational fear of doors closing on me, and i'm very well endowed. my favorite color is purple, and i'd rather not shave than shave, but i digress. now, i need to go shower and find some cereal. so, see you around."

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'

helloooo there. i'm julz. i live in the eastern timezoneee, i'm seventeen, and this is my first character on the site. i'll probably end up making another soon (; oh, and i have AIM, if anyone wants it to talk about plots and such. oh, and err, it's live or die?

ray was not a patient person. it was just another one of those minor character flaws that stick out in everyone. if he didn't have such a temper, it wouldn't really be that big of a deal, either. this is ray we're talking about, though. this was ray, who had twenty minutes to get to work, which was fifteen minutes away, which meant he only had five minutes to wait for this stupid sack of shit brother to give him his keys. where was said brother? well, that was the question of the day! with his knuckles by his side, one keeping a death grip on his phone, the lanky young man paced in the shared house's kitchen. he had just gotten off the phone with coby, who so nicely informed him after the fact, that he borrowed his car 'real quick' to go to the store. this wouldn't be a big deal if ray wasn't about to be late to fucking work, but that wasn't the case. running a hand up through his already messy brown hair, he let out a frustrated growl of sorts, his foot tapping impatiently every time he stopped.

ray was always a person of anxious habits, even when he was younger. from a young age, he would gnaw on his nails constantly, especially if he was thrown out into the social world. he would stand by one of his parents, or coby's side and bite them until his fingers would start to bleed. it took his parents years before they thought they should teach him other wise, and would cover his finger tips in polish that tasted terrible. it broke the habit, of course, but led to biting or, eventually, pulling on his lower lip, which he still does. his hands are always fidgeting if he's forced to wait, and look somewhat polite. his feet are always tapping, or he paces, if he's being kept from whatever he has to do. all of these, though, are better than if he was forced to stay still. all that would do would lead to him getting way more stressed than necessary, and probably lashing out on the first person he was made to interact with. so, maybe nervous habits aren't so bad.

as soon as he heard the clicking of the door being unlocked, ray's face hardened, refocusing as his mind came back from staring blankly at the kitchen floor tile. he pushed off from the wall he had unknowingly began leaning against, and in a few long strides, was at the door just as coby was pushing it open, holding onto it by the frame in a hard grip, and holding it for the older boy with a look of extreme un-amusement. jesus christ, ray, you don't have to try to fucking melt me with a death glare. the blonde laughed as he struggled to carry the various grocery bags. rolling his eyes, and making no attempt to help, ray's bright blue eyes moved from his older brother, to the clock, and back. sure, he probably should be more grateful to him. it was, after all, coby's mother's house that they were living in without any real effort or thanks on their part. he didn't feel bad though, he knew bad mother's, and jacoby's was just as useless as his own. the least that rich bitch could do was provide something. so, without a second though, he stuck his free hand out expectantly. just give me my fucking keys so i can go to work. with a slightly annoyed, but unsurprised face, coby set some of the bags down on the floor, fished through his pocket, and pulled out the small ring of keys. without another word, ray was out the door, and already peeling down the street.

work was one thing that ray honestly did enjoy. thank god for that. since he had started drawing, seriously, that is, it had been a very important outlet for him. he always focused so intently to details, and he got lost in his work. being a very proud person by nature anyway, he was never one to slack on anything, and all his job did was pay him to do what he loved. maybe that meant it wasn't a job, or whatever people said -it's not like he listened to any of that cheesy bullshit anyway. parking behind the building, he used the back, employee's entrance, flicking his cigarette into the dirt before doing so. he didn't bother to waste time, he went straight into the main room. it was a bit busy already, people moving in and out, station to station, or sitting by the door. his shift had already started, and that's why he loved working afternoon to closing. he was always busy.

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

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