MORGAN, JESSE MARIE

[jessie]

jesse marie morgan

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character basics
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.

FULL NAME , jesse marie morgan
NICKNAMES , jess, jessie,
AGE , nineteen years old
BIRTHDAY , march fifteenth
SEXUALITY , heterosexual
GRADE , n/a
OCCUPATION , walmart cashier
MEMBER GROUP , townie

hello, my name is TIFFANY. i am THIRTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through KEESHA. so, here's an example of my average post:

it had been a rather long, drawn out day for landon neal grayson. the costumers at the coffee chain had been the same as usual -- a few teenagers, making their way to class in the morning; middle aged men with graying hair, a newspaper folded under their arm; and young business people, professional and together with portable computers, barely sipping coffee as they sit and type away at the booths, showing off their business-esque appearance to anyone who bothered to look inside a starbucks display window at seven in the morning. it was now nearing one in the afternoon -- lan's lunch break -- when a rush hour crowd pushed on through, quickly overwhelming all of the cashiers and screaming at the managers, who consisted, ultimately, of himself. "i ordered a medium mocha frappuccino, and this cashier gave me a large! the nerve of him! it's like he thought i was fat or something," a rather rotund mrs. whatever shouted in landon's ear. "our mistake miss, i'm extremely sorry. we'll fix your order immediately. would you like a complimentary gift card for your troubles?" the guy said, reciting the lyrics he could sing in his sleep.

it was like this every day at starbucks, with 'messed up orders' and arguments over how little caramel/chocolate/cream/whatever was added, and that it was simply because they were fat/needed to lose just a 'few pounds'/were white/were asian/were black/were whatever. the customers at the little restaurant always seemed to be making up new excuses and lies, so as to attempt to 'fire' an employee. so it was not that great of a shock that, at one ten, landon let out an exasperated sigh, falling tiredly into a booth with an orange mango smoothie. his lips found the green straw, clinging to it as he pulled the liquid up into his mouth, letting the cool beverage sizzle on his tongue. it was refreshing, to say the least, after his long day of 'calming down' repugnant customers and listening to their endless streams of complaints and 'i-want-to-speak-to-a-manager-now's. with still a half hour or so left to his lunch break, the twenty two year old didn't even feel like moving all the way out into the parking lot, just to drive home and back to see his baby girl. while it was true landon loved his toddler more than anyone else in the world, and would do anything for her that she could possibly wish for, if he could afford to, the man was far too exhausted to try.

taking a last sip of his drink, lan stood up from the booth, looking around. of course, during his break the restaurant was nearly deserted. he tossed the plastic container into a trash receptacle, and looked over to the cashiers. "see you guys in a bit, i guess," landon called before pushing the doors open and stepping into the warm, summer air. there was a light breeze pushing through the summer heat, which cooled things, just a bit. walking a few paces away from the building, landon procured a lighter and pack o' smokes from his back pocket. he smiled, turning the pack around in his hand. they weren't his usual brand, and from what he knew, they smelled and tasted like shit, but it was the chemicals that counted. they eased his thoughts, brought him to a sweet, charming high, if only for an hour, if that. his recent attempts at quitting were futile, and almost always failed eventually. the only time he managed to hold back was when his daughter was around, so luckily he had work and nights to lay back and relax.

grabbing one of the thin objects, he pushed the package back into his pocket, rolling the cigarette around his thumb and index fingers. the motions came so easily, anymore. 'but i'm not addicted. it can't happen. i'm landon effing grayson,' he thought, but even in his head he knew it wasn't right -- he knew that it was a lie he told to everyone, just to ease their pain and worry. a sigh parted his lips as the lighter clicked, a flame appearing in the air. fire, dangerous as it may be, was a rather interesting element of the world. the flicker of flame hit the roll of tobacco, and then in an instance, the flame was gone, lost in the time-space continuum forever. the lighter slid easily back into landon's pocket as he rolled the smoking object between his fingers. he hesitated for a moment before bringing his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before parting with it again. he coughed and gagged on the thick layer of smoke that now clouded his throat, but his brain relaxed. he was at peace now, everything would be just fine and dandy.

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