ST. JAMES, BLAKEY AVERY

[BLAKELY AVERY ST. JAMES]

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HAI THERE, I’M BLAKELY AVERY ST. JAMES. BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME BLAKE OR BEE. I’LL PROBABLY ANSWER TO ANYTHING THOUGH TO BE HONEST. JULY 7THIS A PRETTY BIG DAY FOR ME SINCE IT WAS WHEN I WAS BORN; GETTING GIFTS IS ALWAYS A PLUS THOUGH. THIS MEANS I’M TWENTY YEARS OLD, BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT HOW OLD I’M GETTING. I WAS BORN IN BALTIMORE, MARYLAND, IT’S AN OKAY PLACE BUT NOTHING COMPARED TO WHERE I LIVE NOW SEATLE. I DON’T MEAN TO BRAG BUT MY JOB IS PRETTY DAMN AWESOME, YOU’D THINK SO TOO IF YOU WERE MUSICIAN/COFFEE BARISTA. IT’S NO SECRET THAT I LIKE BOYS. APPERENTLY PEOPLE SEEM TO THINK I LOOK LIKE CASSADEE POPE BUT I THINK THEIR CRAZY.

NOW YOU KNOW A LITTLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER I’M GOING TO LET YOU KNOW A BIT ABOUT ME, KELSEY/KELSO. I’M SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME BEFORE RIGHT? I’M SIXTEEN YEARS OLD BUT IT’S NOT LIKE THAT’S IMPORTANT. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED MY OTHER CHARACTERS ON HERE ARE N/A, CHECK THEM OUT. I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR 2ish YEARS, I CONSIDER MYSELF A PRO BY NOW. IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO CONTACT ME ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HIT ME UP AT PM, MSN, AIM.

-insert sexy picture of jack barakat here-

kingston lay face down on his unkempt bed. his laptop, positioned just beside his head, blared one of his favorite every avenue songs. occasionally, he raised his hand and let his dark chocolate eyes peer over to the keyboard to type a response on a huge chatroom of people in the area. his attention had particularly been caught by that of kaitlyn. a blondy, preppy girl from the looks of it. not usually his type, but hey he could be dead wrong. a slow, but sure smile crept across his face as he finalized plans for the evening with her to go have clubbing adventures. it'd been at least a week or so since kingston had had a good party night, so it would be good for him to get out there, especially in the company of a totally fine lady.

he quickly got dressed into some suitable clothing, and dashed iver in front of the mirror. his blonde and dark brown hair was flying in a numerous amount of directions giving of the appearance of just having stage-dived into a mosh pit. he grinned at the hilarity of his hair, and quickly began running a brush through the mess so he would scare the living day out of kaitlyn when they met for the first time. checking his reflection once more, kingston dashed out of the door. he was so excited as soon as he got into his car he felt like he hadn't locked his apartment door. he shrugged and laughed, not caring exactly.

a few moments later he was on the road jamming to the radio and drumming his hands on the steering wheel, a strange habit he had whenever he was excited or nervous. kingston bobbed his head to the beat and adjusted his rearview mirror ever so slightly. raising his eyes to the mirror, he realized he'd passed the club. "shit." he muttered. taking a few glances around and making sure no cars were in his way he made a very sharp and very illegal u-turn. all the while he grinned and laughed. if there was one thing about kingston, he knew how to make everything fun and enjoy life. hopping out of the car moments later, kingston flashed the bouncer a toothy smile and showed his fake ID. he was only nineteen after all.

walking into the club, kingston felt an overwhelming need to dance. maybe it was the pulsating lights and loud techno music, or maybe he was just one happy kid. he looked around and aw a few people he vaguely recognized and then finally spotted the long, blonde hair of kaitlyn. he walked right over and tapped her on her shoulder as he leaned against the bar. "excuse me miss, im looking for this totally hot girl. her names kaitlyn see, and were supposed to have some fun tonight." he said grinning at her widely. waving the bartender over, he ordered some bacardi and nodded for kaitlyn to get whatever she wanted as well. "it's on me."

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