JIMMY - GAY - DATING SOMEONE
MAYBE OPEN FOR OOC BREEDINGS
MAYBE OPEN FOR OOC BREEDINGS
jimmy, jesus of suburbia
Jimmy is definitely one thing: weird. He seems to have as many facettes as the rainbow colors on his pelt and it is often hard to say how he will act during certain situations. If you ask Jimmy himself, he would describe himself as a punk, a rebel and a maniac and not a single one of his friends would deny any of that. But they also might add the words daredevil, joker and especially: childish. Why? Because Jimmy would take every risk you dare him to do, he can laugh about literally everything and if you try to hold him back or be reasonable he would probably just stick out his tongue and continue with whatever he was just doing. To put it short: Jimmy just does whatever he wants and listens to literally nobody - not even his own consciousness. He sees the whole world as one big playground and he has never once in his life cared about any consequences. He is loud, noisy, obnoxious and carefree - he is the perfect portrayal of someone one might call a "punk". For Jimmy, rules are surely made only to be broken and adults are nothing but noise pollution. He has always wanted to be free and especially to be different - and he will face everything and everyone to accomplish that. Whatever it might be that Jimmy has planted into his head - he will get to it. No matter the cost.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
✓ Milkshakes
✓ Sunsets & Sunrises
✓ Starry Nights
✓ Empty streets / empty buildings
✓ Hot Chocolate
✓ Strawberry Icecream
✓ Waffles & Pancakes
✓ Playing Guitar
✓ Reading / old book stores
✓ Music / Singing
✓ Adding Smileys to everything
✓ Cats
✓ warm Apple Pie
✓ Graffiti
✓ Cotton Candy
✓ Sushi
✗ Rules
✗ Peppermints
✗ Apple Juice
✗ Black Coffee
✗ Dullness
✗ Boredom
✗ Winter / Snow
✗ Routines / Everything being orderly
✗ Silence
✗ Snakes & Spiders
✗ Rhubarb
✗ Country Songs
✗ Mondays
✗ Not having answers to questions
✗ Feeling like nowhere is really home
✗ Someone touching him from behind
✓ Sunsets & Sunrises
✓ Starry Nights
✓ Empty streets / empty buildings
✓ Hot Chocolate
✓ Strawberry Icecream
✓ Waffles & Pancakes
✓ Playing Guitar
✓ Reading / old book stores
✓ Music / Singing
✓ Adding Smileys to everything
✓ Cats
✓ warm Apple Pie
✓ Graffiti
✓ Cotton Candy
✓ Sushi
✗ Rules
✗ Peppermints
✗ Apple Juice
✗ Black Coffee
✗ Dullness
✗ Boredom
✗ Winter / Snow
✗ Routines / Everything being orderly
✗ Silence
✗ Snakes & Spiders
✗ Rhubarb
✗ Country Songs
✗ Mondays
✗ Not having answers to questions
✗ Feeling like nowhere is really home
✗ Someone touching him from behind
His story
"If ya exprectin' some interestin' story now - I must disappoint ya. Nah, my father didn't left me when I was young and I didn't grow up as an orphan either. Actually - I had quite the normal childhood. Too normal for my taste. I grew up in a cheesy suburb area with nice houses, nice neighbours, nice shopping malls, nice parks - ya name it. Hey, one could say I lived the American dream, but I'd never dreamed it would be that borin'. So when I grew older, I wanted a change. Ya know? I just wanted something interestin' in my life, something colorful and weird - like myself. I was sick of the neatly trimmed hedges and the forced smiles and the tea parties every afternoon.
I've always liked music, ya know. Not that boring stuff that my parents where fond of, nah. Different music - especially Punk Rock. Music that changed the world - in my opinion anyway. Even when I was a young Viscling, I was listenin' to all kinds of Rock on the radio and my pocket money I spent for CDs and headphones and posters and scarfs and buttons and my accessoires and ev'rythin' I could find. Collectin' that stuff was actually the only hobby I had, ya know? I mean, I liked doin' graffiti even back then but my parents didn't support me with that - or with makin' my own music, so I had to stick to collectin' stuff, yeah. At least I had some friends who shared my views of life. We formed that typical garage band ya always hear of everywhere - and as ya might think now, yeah, we never got really famous. And so I was not satisfied.
So as soon as I got old enough I packed my stuff, said a good-bye and went straight to the cities. I wanted to become big like my idols and no one's gonna stop me - so I thought anyway. I took a job just for the sake of makin' money, while tryin' to get my music better known. Didn't work out, though, also I started to miss my friends, too. Cheap apartment, no friends and more livin' like a stray Viscet was I, when I met someone very special.
I was playin' guitar near a subway station when he headed at me. »How's it goin'?« he said, as if we were old friends. He looked somehow familiar to me, but I couldn't quite recall why. It's like when ya've crossed someone on the streets once, ya know? Remembering the face but that's it. Later I discover that I must have seen him on TV sometime. His name's Ollie, by the way, great fella. We went out for some milkshakes and he told me that he was new in music business and all that. Makin' music and money out of that, practically livin' my dream. And then he offered to coach me, believe it or not. So, here we are now, yeah? Me still broke, it's not easy makin' money with a guitar in both paws, but it's worth it. I've met so many awesome people and Viscets already. My parents probably don't be very proud of me, but at least I am. And I ain't givin' that up for anyone."
I've always liked music, ya know. Not that boring stuff that my parents where fond of, nah. Different music - especially Punk Rock. Music that changed the world - in my opinion anyway. Even when I was a young Viscling, I was listenin' to all kinds of Rock on the radio and my pocket money I spent for CDs and headphones and posters and scarfs and buttons and my accessoires and ev'rythin' I could find. Collectin' that stuff was actually the only hobby I had, ya know? I mean, I liked doin' graffiti even back then but my parents didn't support me with that - or with makin' my own music, so I had to stick to collectin' stuff, yeah. At least I had some friends who shared my views of life. We formed that typical garage band ya always hear of everywhere - and as ya might think now, yeah, we never got really famous. And so I was not satisfied.
So as soon as I got old enough I packed my stuff, said a good-bye and went straight to the cities. I wanted to become big like my idols and no one's gonna stop me - so I thought anyway. I took a job just for the sake of makin' money, while tryin' to get my music better known. Didn't work out, though, also I started to miss my friends, too. Cheap apartment, no friends and more livin' like a stray Viscet was I, when I met someone very special.
I was playin' guitar near a subway station when he headed at me. »How's it goin'?« he said, as if we were old friends. He looked somehow familiar to me, but I couldn't quite recall why. It's like when ya've crossed someone on the streets once, ya know? Remembering the face but that's it. Later I discover that I must have seen him on TV sometime. His name's Ollie, by the way, great fella. We went out for some milkshakes and he told me that he was new in music business and all that. Makin' music and money out of that, practically livin' my dream. And then he offered to coach me, believe it or not. So, here we are now, yeah? Me still broke, it's not easy makin' money with a guitar in both paws, but it's worth it. I've met so many awesome people and Viscets already. My parents probably don't be very proud of me, but at least I am. And I ain't givin' that up for anyone."