Post by jason wyatt harrison on Sept 7, 2009 5:00:23 GMT 1
jason wyatt harrison
twenty-four . sports writer . reasonable
twenty-four . sports writer . reasonable
--------------------------------------------------------------
character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]jason wyatt harrison .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]jase, jasey, jay, harry .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]twenty-four .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]reasonable, calm, level-headed, protective, quiet, charmer, stubborn, protected .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]born with two older twin brothers already, jason wyatt harrison arrived into the world on a cloudy and cold february. his brothers, nathan and nathaniel were about a year when he was born and jason was a bit of an "oops" baby for his parents, though he never felt like he was not wanted. it was simply the fact that his parents had forgotten the all important protection on the night of jase's conception. about four years later a little girl named larissa arrived making the harriosn family complete. life was relatively nice, but rather dull, for jase. that was, until, he turned sixteen.
coming home after school, jase went straight to his brothers' room, much like he did everyday after school. larissa arrived and the party and tales from the harrison siblings began. after about half an hour or so, everyone froze, as they heard what they knew to be a gunshot. nathan, nathaniel, jase and larissa all went downstairs to find their mother covered in blood; their father standing over their mother as if he was possessed. blood was everywhere and the only thing jason saw was the giant, gaping hole in the back of his mother's head. the culprit, one could say, was alcohol. jason held larissa back and close to his body, as if he could protect her from what she had already seen while she sobbed and everything seemed to fall apart. the image of jase's mother with a hole in the back of her head will forever be in his mind. still only sixteen and larissa a mere twelve years old, nathan and nathaniel took custody of jason and his younger sister.
life had not been easy, but the four harrison siblings relied on each other. life continued however and at the age of eighteen, jase went off to college, with the persuasion of his brothers and his sister, with a scholarship in basketball. having taken a few months off to try and "take it easy" before he goes into the real world as a sports writer for the local miami newspaper. he's been back in town for a little while and after calming down at the news of his sister's pregnancy, seems to be the only one who has not attempted to kill the father of his sister's baby. for now, anyway.
--------------------------------------------------------------
all about you - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]
ooc name: alvie
pb being used: jared padalecki
years of experience: one plus
membergroup: citizen
With everything that was happening in Ryder's life lately, it was damn near impossible for him to think straight. Hell, on the way over to the lake he had almost crashed into a parked car in a parking lot. How he had managed to get from the two-lane street to the parking lot by the garage was almost more trouble trying to figure out than it was worth. A headache would soon follow and he wanted to avoid that. Yes, sure, school-type things were on his mind, like they always were, but lately Robin Morales was consistently at the forefront of his brain. There relationship had been less than perfect lately and he didn't even know if they were still dating. Dropping the "I love you" bomb had been the biggest mistake. And yet, he didn't want to take it back.
He loved Robin. Plain and simple. He had loved her since he had first set his dark brown eyes on hers. Nothing about her was simple. At least to him. And yet, it was. So why was she acting this way? He saw her less and less, and yet he thought about her more and more. The equation did not come to an even place. Had he done something? Did she like someone else? God, if there was someone else ... well, things would be different. Suddenly, and shamefully, he thought of his father. Though his mother had never gotten remarried, he thought of what would it have been like to step into his father's shoes if he saw his ex-wife with another man. One thing was for sure and that was Ryder didn't want that to happen with himself and Robin.
Shutting the door to his Jeep he flung his gym bag over his shoulder and began to walk toward the lake. Dark, angry rain clouds had blanketed the sunless sky. A soft wind blew and ruffled his spiky jet-black hair, though not by much, as Ryder was known for his spiky hair. The lake was enclosed by oak, maple and fir trees and appeared private. Finding the small little wooden bench, he let his gym bag go without a sound. Quickly removing his shirt, jeans, shoes and shoes, he rummaged through the bag and found a plain, dark navy blue bathing suit and a pair of old black flip-flops.
Coming to the edge of the lake, he kicked off his shoes and didn't hesitate as he ran in. The water was beautifully clear but frigid. He knew he wouldn't be in here long, but he liked the prospect of letting the coldness of the water overpower the coldness that he felt from the lack of being able to talk to Robin as they once had. Letting his hands and arms glide through the water, he opened his eyes as he saw the skies once more, as he did the backstroke. Trees might have surrounded the lake, but the trees were not tall enough to keep out the natural light from the skies. The more time he spent in the water, the better he felt about his life at the moment. Next year he would be a senior. Maybe by then things would be back to normal. Or things would be completely different.
After about forty-five minutes of swimming, Ryder knew his time was done, as evident from his lack of being able to feel any of his body. He knew that he shouldn't have stayed so long, but he no longer cared about his health anymore. Eying his shoes were he had carelessly thrown them off, he felt the water run from his head to his toes and soak the flip-flops through. Arriving on the bench, he wrapped a towel around his soaking wet body and slouched so his arms and elbows would touch his thighs, and his head could keep an eye on the slow dripping his bathing suit made on the soft ground.
