DAWSON, HERO MASON

[HERO MASON DAWSON]

hero mason dawson

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HAI THERE, I’M HERO MASON DAWSON. BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME HERO OR MASE. I’LL PROBABLY ANSWER TO ANYTHING THOUGH TO BE HONEST. NOVEMBER TWENTIETH IS A PRETTY BIG DAY FOR ME SINCE IT WAS WHEN I WAS BORN; GETTING GIFTS IS ALWAYS A PLUS THOUGH. THIS MEANS I’M NINETEEN YEARS OLD, BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT HOW OLD I’M GETTING. I WAS BORN IN LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM, IT’S AN OKAY PLACE BUT NOTHING COMPARED TO WHERE I LIVE NOW SEATTLE, WASHINGTON. I DON’T MEAN TO BRAG BUT MY JOB IS PRETTY DAMN AWESOME, YOU’D THINK SO TOO IF YOU WERE MODEL/PHOTOGRAPHER. IT’S NO SECRET THAT I LIKE BOYS&GIRLS. APPERENTLY PEOPLE SEEM TO THINK I LOOK LIKE PAUL GRIFFITHS BUT I THINK THEIR CRAZY.

NOW YOU KNOW A LITTLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER I’M GOING TO LET YOU KNOW A BIT ABOUT ME, RISA. I’M SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME BEFORE RIGHT? I’M TWENTY YEARS OLD BUT IT’S NOT LIKE THAT’S IMPORTANT. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED MY OTHER CHARACTERS ON HERE ARE - -, CHECK THEM OUT. I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SIX YEARS, I CONSIDER MYSELF A PRO BY NOW. IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO CONTACT ME ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HIT ME UP AT MSN AND PM.

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL
but i know i never
WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD
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being back in huntington beach had to be one of the most amazing things, not because it was huntington beach but because one special girl lived here. her name was eleanor abbott and she had to be one of the most amazing girl jonathan had ever met in his twenty-three years of living. it were a few good years now since he had last seen her and he had to admit that he missed the spunky young teenager. regardless the age difference between them, he couldn't seem to keep his mind off of her. people could say what they wanted, he could care less. he was an adult man and he knew what was good for him and bad for him. loving miss abbott was definitely not a bad thing, but he questioned this affection he felt for her. it had been so long since he had last seen her; perhaps she didn't remember him? maybe she had a boyfriend now, she was young after all and all young people had to move on. she couldn't remain stuck on one guy forever, not at such a young age. his chances of having her was very little and he could feel his mood sink to the level of non-existing by that thought. ever since their first meeting at the wedding, he'd been hooked on her. sure, he had dated other girls but they had meant nothing to him. none had been able to get ellie off of his mind and he wished that she would know that. it was hopeless, he was hopelessly lost.

it was his first day in huntington and along with his mother he was unpacking his stuff into his new apartment. yes, he was finally stepping out on his own. this was his first own place and he absolutely loved it. it had a certain smell of freedom. it was dark when they finished and after sitting down and talking over a cup of coffee, his mother had decided to head home. so, he had said goodbye to his mother and then closed the door to his apartment and was thus left alone in his apartment. it was a little scary, suddenly being on your own, and he soon found out that living in your own apartment wasn't as fun as living with you folks. he already felt lonely. it was at times like these were you needed a partner; a room-mate, girlfriend, something, to keep you company. jona was a guy who generally got easily bored and so you could only imagine how bored he got staying alone in the apartment, with no one to entertain him. he knew he had to get out - and this was a perfect way to get to know the city a little better. he had heard of one particular club - jalisco was the name of it - and that seemed to be a place he would easily fit in to. he had heard it was a cool place and it wouldn't hurt anyone if he went to take a look, right? besides, he would probably come there a lot, seeing that he would probably be alone a lot, and so he had to become familiar with the place sometime. why not now? he was already bored so what did he have to lose? - nothing, and so he grabbed his coat and rushed out the door, locking it after him.

when he reached the club, after a few minutes of searching for it, he suddenly regretted not changing before he walked out of the house. everyone was dressed so fancy, at least most of the girls were, and he was dressed in his every day clothes. he should have known, you didn't walk into a club like this, god damn it. "aw, great. this is just fantastic, i hate it when i screw up,"

[/color] he muttered to himself, as he parked his black car in a vacant parking spot. it would probably take hours for him to get in now, dressed as he was. bummer, this was so irritating. maybe he should go home and change? he sat in the car for a couple of minutes, debating on whether to go or just stay and try and get in, and ended up opening the door and stepping out of the car. ah, what was the point? if he took home now he would probably be to lazy to walk down the stairs again and drive all the way back to the club. nuh-uh, he refused to do that, so he stayed here.

surprisingly enough, jonathan actually got in pretty quickly. that was cool, he had to admit, and that gave his mood a huge boost. ah, he was so going to get wasted beyond and over. he was going to get so drunk that he would be crawling his way home to his apartment. this was a night of celebrations. stopping up, he looked around at all the pretty people, a smile on his face. you could find all sorts of types in here; slutty girls, snobs, preps.. he thought he even spotted a rebel-gothic-emo kind of type among the other bitches. a low chuckle escaped his lips, as he moved forward toward the bar. he was going straight for the kill, not wasting any time. stopping up at the bar, he didn't even notice who was sitting next to him looking all grown up and sexy. "scotch, please,"[/color] he called out to the barman, leaning in over the bar. "and keep 'em coming,"[/color] he said, nodding to him, and turned around. it was first then that he noticed the auburn hair and the familiar face. "ellie?"[/color] he spoke, looking surprised down at her.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

TAGGED
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eleanore bby <33
WORD COUNT
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953 (without codes)
LYRICS
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paramore with adore
MUSE
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STICKY NOTES
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bleh, sucks..

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