van deaux, raeson cale [nd]

[kay]

raesoncalevandeaux

When it all comes down to a sunrise on the east side, will you be there to carry home
the remains of my wasted youth, this wasted time on you, has left me shaking and waiting for
something more.

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basics,

• full name; raeson cale van deaux
  
• nickname(s); rae
  
• year; senior
  
• age; twenty-four

aesthetics,

• play by gaspard ulliel
  
• tattoo(s); zero
  
• height; 5'10
  
• weight; 150lbs

cognition,

• personality;At least 3 paragraphs
  
• major; chemistry
  
• minor; music - vocal
  

filing,

• history;at least 2 paragraphs. we understand that history is often just, born, raised, went to school, so we won't expect too much.
  
• relatives in play, carmit alessandra van deaux
  

puppet strings,

• name/alias; kay
  
• other characters; nope
  
• role play sample;

  too many thoughts, too many people. garrett had been longing for some peace of mind since well yesterday. it wasn't like anything depressing was going on with his life or anything, hell he basically had everything he could want or need, and if there was anything or anyone new, he would quickly sort through the 'merchandise'. garrett bit his bottom lip as he looked around the crowded hallways. too much giggling, too many freshman. though he wouldn't lie, they were quite easy. he shook his head when he noticed a short blond twirl her hair and blow a big pink bubble, she was clad in a short white mini skirt, showing most of her legs, not that garrett was complaining. but he just couldn't stand those type of girls, such... such, naive girlyness, and that was definately not something on his tolerance list. seems like the school was full of girls like that. his thoughts reflected to some of his female friends, one stuck out in particular, lexie. she wasn't like anybody else, definately no pink nailpolish or cheerleading squad for her. that was probably they got a long so well. garrett smiled when he thought back to the time he bitched and bitched about preppy rich girls, and just to get on his nerves, lexie shows up the next day looking like a clone of one of them. that was the kind of relationship they had, close but casual. he felt completely at ease with her. garrett didn't have to worry about what she would think, or even the next line he should dropped to convince her to head back to his place with him. it wasn't like that. though admitting it, he had thought about lexie occasionally in slightly vulgar ways, but nothing he wanted to act upon. they had such a wonderful friendship.
  
  chemistry. garrett sighed, that was suppose to be his next destination. but he wasn't in the mood to sit in class again. in fact he felt like just skipping the rest of the day. school has never been a priority to garrett, though he manages to pass every grade level... even if it is just barely. it wasn't like school was difficult, he just didn't find it particularly interesting. though the impending future hung over his shoulder constantly, garrett just didn't feel the necessity to pursue a future for himself. and plus he knew where his one and only future lied... music. he first picked up a guitar at age of fourteen, it was the result of too much birthday money and no where to spend it. he was browsing around and just happen to run across a used guitar and fell in love with it immediately. he swapped his $300 for it, and spend night and day practicing. he hasn't put down that guitar since. but now his new 'baby' would be the pink guitar his friends bought him as joke for his seventeenth birthday.
  
  finally garrett decided skipping would be the healthy choice. after making a quick stop at his locker and throwing the lame excuss for textbooks in there, he grabbed his hoodie and a notebook and headed over to the theatre. that was the one place where no one would be at. since band practice was way later, he didn't have to worry about anyone catching him. garrett swung open the heavy metal doors and took a seat near the front. he settle his body confortably down into the seat and took out his notebook, and flipped to a half written page. he was working on a new song, although he didn't have his guitar with him, he could still pull a few things out of air.
  
  garrett held his breath when he heard somebody enter. he lowered his body down into the seat more, as if to hide himself. he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was only lexie.. good old lexie. he was about to get up and say hi to her, when he the sweet sound of music filled his ears. his motions froze as he listened to the beautiful vibrations from the piano and lexi's voice. garrett listened through the entire song before clapped at the very end. it was then that he got up from his seat and made his way over to lexie and the piano.

  
  
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