Post by Joshua Bell on Sept 7, 2009 18:23:19 GMT -5
`will you feel anything at all
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""A heart is just a heart,
it can break and fall apart,
it can bleed and stop and start,
'cause a heart it just a heart.""
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, age . 16
, rp experience . about five years
, how you found us . form paper or plastic
, contacts . aim: eroticaffairx[/size][/ul]
`in a town where the ties are only blood
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames . josh, joshie, joshie poo, bells, J.C.
, age . 21
, date of birth . may 4th
, category . discovery
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`and he told me that i'd done all right
[/b][/size][/center], weight . 131 pounds
, tattoos&piercings . has a tattoo of a skeleton trick or treating on his left inner arm
, distinguishing features . nice hair and flattering eyes
, physical flaws . has a couple of scars on both his wrists from back in his 'emo' days.
, personal style . 'skater' clothes, as you may call them. the skinny jeans sagging down a bit to show his boxers, tight t-shirts, outrageous looking shoes and belts, as well as bright colored jackets and jeans
, general description . Josh's style is a rather awkward one. It is hard to pin-point exactly if he is following the crowd or is just floating on and doing his own thing. He is normally adorned with tight skinny jeans, some type of t-shirt, a belt, some of those home-made bracelets, maybe a head band, and a pair of shoes hat don't match. He likes to be different from everyone else and look like he is unique. His hair is always straightened, and sometimes he even puts it into a fo-hawk or just leaves it how it is when he wakes up to give it that 'sex' look that he is always aiming for.
J.C. isn't what you would call an athlete. He has skinny but long arms and legs which gives him his height and lankiness. He is fair-skinned, sometimes on the tan side. His legs are just like any other guys: hairy. He has a rather nice stomach, no gut would be found there. His feet are rather large, making him bust into a size 12 shoe. He has a small waist that a lot of girls seemed to envy about him, but hey, he just can't gain weight, and believe me, he eats like a cow. All in all Josh is above the average 'skater guitar playing/singing' guy.
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`ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
[/b][/size][/center]• guitars
• singing
• hysteria
• fashion
• music
• partying
• chicks
• guys
• drinking
• the game, Rock Band; finally something with a guitar, drum and vocal set
• making fun of aaron
• SEX
• SEX
• SEX
• blueberries
• gummi bears
• the colour yellow
• grilled cheese sandwiches
• ultimate frisbee
• drawing
• plotting/scheming
, dislikes .
• relationships
• interviews
• whipped icing
• pickles
• yogurt
• being told that he’s bad in bed
• hairy girls/guys
• prudes
• unfashionable individuals
• quiet, shy people
• getting sick
• people following what he does cause it's 'cool'
, strengths .
• sweet-talking everyone and everyone
• getting people in bed with him
• a sex machine in bed
• making grilled cheese sandwiches
• insulting people
• making nice gestures. he's not a complete skeezeball
• isn't the type to get mad easily and usually laughs things off
, weaknesses .
• gullible
• crying girls/guys
• being rejected
• little kids
• being left alone
, goals .
• find the perfect girl
• make a band/become 'famous'
• continue his manwhoring ways
, fears .
• settling down
• small, enclosed spaces
• being rejected
• getting someone pregnant
• opening himself up to anyone again
, secrets .
• he cares about his friends and family more than he really reveals
• is afraid of broccoli
, personality.
A lot of people's first impression of Joshua Bell is that he's a flat-out, flaming homosexual. And it's not because he has some kind of lisp and lilt to his voice whenever he talks... cause he doesn't. Well, unless he's doing one of his impressions of his favourite gays... but that's a story for a different time. No, it's more because he dresses to the nines wherever he goes. By no means does he have a stylist like some bands... but rather, he dresses himself and knows what's in and what's out. So yeah, more often than not, he gives off the impression that he's a gay. Then again, their assumptions wouldn't be that far-fetched. He's not exactly bi-sexual but he's not the type of guy who shies away whenever homoerotic situations are mentioned. He's pretty much an open book to all sexes... Though, he draws the line at having anal sex with another guy. He's just not too keen on sticking it in the back door.
But anyway... Moving on from the awkward topic... Josh is the type of guy who doesn’t notice awkward silences, mainly because he fills them. He's always talking; letting his charisma shine through whenever he can. In a way, it's his cockiness not charisma shining through, but who cares? At least awkward silences are gone. He makes friends by doing imitations of other people or just throwing himself out there with silly, dirty jokes. Once they start to laugh, he'll go in for the swoop and introduce himself. It's just how he works. Joke, laugh, introduce. It's a fool-proof way of breaking the ice and making a friend. Well, unless the person doesn’t laugh. Then that could be a problem. But even so, his tactic is just to forge on with dirty jokes until the person either relents, or punches him in the face. Most of the time, it's the former rather than the latter.
He gets an odd enjoyment out of making people smile or laugh at his corny jokes. Doing this basically makes him tick. A lot of the time, he'll find the dirtiest jokes and just say them, no matter how much people may cringe. In fact, he'll take it a step further and make said people want to run away. Again, odd, twisted enjoyment. That and he is probably one of the most random people you'll ever meet. He'll say things at the oddest times. Say, you're watching The Notebook, he'll start talking about the guy's shoes two rows in front of them.
As for his sexual tendencies? Yeah, Josh has a bit of an overactive sex drive. He probably can't even count with his fingers and toes how many people he's slept with. He takes the definition of trashy rock star to a completely different level. He has no shame in finding a woman at a bar and bringing them back to his hotel, bus, or wherever might be closest. And sadly, his new mission in life is to seek out all the virgins and hook them up with someone so they can lose their virginity. Again, it's his sick and twisted way of having fun. In a way, he's the new Gene Simmons... minus the face paint, spandex, and bad hair.
And speaking of fashion... the boy seriously has some metrosexual tendencies. He is completely fashion-forward and if he sees someone wearing something that doesn't match their skin tone, or is just plain ugly... he'll tell them. There have been times where he's actually told people on tour that they need to wear something else cause they looked, and I quote, 'fugly'. Just like telling dirty jokes, he finds amusement in criticizing people’s attire… mainly his cousin, Aaron.
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`you are my sweetest downfall
[/b][/size][/center], residence before death . new york. new york
, cause of death . drug overdose
, father . christopher bryant bell
, mother . lauren marie bell
, sibling(s) . only child
, pet(s) . had a wiener dog named larry
, other family . some aunts and uncles and cousins
, history
"You know, just because I'm doing this interview doesn't mean I'm going to reveal anything earth-shattering. You should know that I'm only doing this interview because that blow-up doll with Angelina Jolie's face on it was epic. By the way, kudos to you guys for that. Thanks. But anyway, my past is nothing interesting. I was conceived nine months or so before April 4th in Seattle. You do the math and look it up on a map. Apparently my parents did it in the backseat of their station wagon and voila! The lucky fella swam up and won the battle to sperminate the egg causing, me, fetus Josh to be born. Yeah, they told me how they had me. To be honest, I think I was an accident. The fogies say otherwise... but I mean, who means to conceive a kid at the back of their station wagon? Though, I gotta say that's pretty damn adventerous if they did plan it out that way. What? No, I didn't ask him how they had me. They just told me one day when they caught me having sex when I was fifteen in our basement. Awkward moment... What did my parents think? My mom was pretty shocked, but she got over it. They're pretty twisted like that. Hell, I still think they have sex and they're... old. Then again, that’s pretty pimpin’. I hope I’ll still be banging hot chicks when I’m that old...
Anyway.. So yeah, I lived my first few years without much drama. I broke my leg once, snowboarding if that counts as drama? I've done a couple of talent shows? Broke a few hearts? ...the point is, I've never been abused, I don't do drugs, my parents aren't divorced, I didn't drop out of school, yada yada. I got my diploma from high school, the closest my parents got to abusing me was hugging me to death, and I don't think Tylenol counts as drugs. Sorry to disappoint you guys. My life before becoming a 'rock star' isn't very interesting. ...What? I'm not lying! Wh-... No! What are you saying I didn't write those songs? Of course I did! Dear Mar-... Fine. I'll admit, there was some drama when I was younger. Those songs were written by me and the lyrics aren't fiction. It's not something I like to talk about and I'm not even going to give you the details about it. ...Yeah, 'Dear Maria, Count Me In' is written about an actual girl. A couple of songs on that last album with Via Chicago were written about her. Yeah, 'Shameless' too. You look shocked. I'm human just like everyone else, and I'll admit... I got my heart broken. Yes, I, Joshua Owen Bell got his heart broken by a girl when I was younger. Hard to believe, huh? I think the lyrics in those songs are pretty self-explanatory of what happened. I mean.. I'm sure you've gone through it before. Bad break-ups... What you thought was genuine turned out to be a lie, and everything feels like it'll all fall apart. But after some time, we can move on. It's life.
And on that note, let's move on.. As I mentioned, I was in a band called Via Chicago for a few years. Not to sound conceited or whatever, but yeah... we blew up the airwaves, shredded some tunes, and went on a few big tours. Big tours such as the Swear to Shake It Up tour with my buddies that were also on the All Shook Up Tour. But y'know, all good things gotta come to an end. Via Chicago broke up last year after Baine got busted by the cops for drug possession. And when I say drug possession, I mean hardcore shit. None of the guys even knew about it until one day, Baine was being dragged out in cuffs. We were fucking shocked. So yeah, he landed his ass in jail and things started to go downhill from there. The other guys just didn't have their hearts in the band anymore, and so we parted. I'm still friends with those guys but again, shit happened you gotta move on. But let me tell you.. Being out of a fucking job is NOT FUN. Especially since you can't really put 'rockstar' on your resume without being laughed at.
I quit Hysteria just because I needed to get away, do thing for myself. Maybe I’ll start up another band soon in this new place? Who knows? But whatever happens, it’ll be sick as fuck. But then, I died. Yeah, yeah, sob story. I took one too many pain killers and ended up never waking up. I never understood at first what did actually happen, and I soon realized I took more than enough pills to put down a horse. Well aren’t I a dumb shit… But yeah, maybe I could help others learn what they did wrong? Maybe. But anways,PEACE.
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, certificate of authenticity we're here to tell you, "there is such a thing as ghosts."
, rp sample .
Autumn was near. You could feel it in the air, how crisp and cool it was on her bare skin, and when you sucked in a breath, it would send a shiver down your spine. The leaves were turning colors, shades of pretty orange, red and yellows. There were the few leaves that tried to hang on to their green hue, trying not to let the new season sap out all of their color and leave them to fade and dry up, and soon to fall down from their safe havens up on boughs and branches, high and safe from the dirty world below. The grass shown its aging in the season, as well, turning into patches of tainted yellow mixing in with the lush greens, crunching a little as you walked on over it. It was a rather depressing sight to some. To those it looked like the world was dying, sucking out the life of the things that gave us our own air and made the world look prettier and gave them scenery. Others saw it as a beautiful sight, watching as when the sun hit a certain angle, it would make the leaves shine in a magnificent color.
It was all quite useless to him. He never saw the point in seasons other than the weather. Fall seemed to be his favorite time of the year; not too cold and yet not too hot. The colors were nice to his gray-blue eyes, sending a small smile to tug on his thin lips. It wasn't like he didn't love nature, he was just a guy who liked to keep conversed and things to himself. Why run around like a hippie and hug every tree? It would make him look pathetic, and he was sure vulgar words would be lashed at him for doing so. Even though he didn't care about what people said about him, he needed to keep his image primped and proper, except for those few little slip-ups and issues he just couldn't seem to run away from. They seemed to follow him like a shadow, creeping up from behind him and trying to dig into his very core, attempting to make him squeal and admit his secrets and lies and everything else that was fucked up in his mind.
But, he wouldn't. And he would never do so, unless he was very attached to something. Like a cat, maybe, because they couldn't yep to anyone and tell them 'Hey, guess what?! Fox is a fucking psycho who almost killed his mommy!' Could you see how that would work out if some guy or girl said that to a group of people? It would turn out to be pretty ugly, honestly. And he would have to take some sort of action to their misgivings, telling them like that. He wouldn't like to have to endure that punishment, but it would come if they asked for it.
So here Fox was, walking down a sidewalk, ear buds tucked into his ears securely. Music was blasting from them, loud enough for passerby's to turn their heads and stare at him in as if they were asking 'Are you deaf?' or 'Isn't that too loud for ya'?' His hands moved in small yet quick motions, sometimes crossing each other as they hit imaginary drums in the air. He lips moved with the lyrics, shaded eyes sometimes closing as he did so. When he was listening to music, it was like he was in a different world. He was gifted with the voice a lot of people envied, and the skills to play the guitar that even a God would be ashamed of. He made a left turn, crossed the street, and headed towards the unknown. Yes, he was new to Kingston, and was just taking a stroll around the square, observing his surroundings.
His sunglasses were perched on his nose, eyes glancing out of them. he took in the scenery: a guy on a rock who had a guitar, and some tatted up guy seeming to bother him. Was that what Kingston was made up of, wannabe's and goodfornothing's? He seemed to have moved to the right place. A yawn the emitted from his now parted lips, jaw cracking a little as he did so. Bringing his left hand up to rub at it slowly, he growled to himself in a dangerous manner. Shaking his head slowly, his feet moved him towards the duo. Lips curled up into a grin as his mind thought on how they looked like. It reminded him of a lover's quarrel, seeing as how the one was drunk and the other was sober and confused.
"You two need a counselor?" Fox's husky voice called out towards them, his eyes holding a mild amused expression. His right hand reached backwards and into his black skinny jean's pocket, pulling out his iTouch and pausing the song. By then he was about a couple feet away from Max and Atlas. His black hair was messed into one of those crazy sex hair styles, hair sticking up in every which way direction it possibly could without looking too stupid. The grin was still on his face, eyes darting towards the guitar. "You a good musician?" His next question played off his tongue and went towards Max. He wasn't too worried about how they would react. He honestly didn't give two shits on how they would. It was just like him to walk up to random people and strike up some sort of conversation. It was rather amusing to see how the people would react.
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