the main event.
the player ;;
NAME: c-ro.
AGE: doesn't matter, i have a million years of wisdom that you'll never match.
CONTACT: gunslingingzero
HOW DID YOU FIND US? i founded you down the rabbit hole.
OKAY. SO. BEFORE I START, I JUST WANNA EXPRESS MY INSECURITY ABOUT THIS APP.
but here it is anyway. this might be a bit gigantic, so...
the character ;;
NAME: Giuseppe Adam Jonas.
AGE: 21
Joe's the name, and I can't be tamed. Sorry, bad joke? Oh well - I'll try that again later. But that's pretty much it. I'm Joe, I'm twenty one, I've got an eye for danger, and I'll be here to talk to you about stuff you won't be able to find on Google. Sounds interesting enough? Cool, we won't have any problem getting along then!
Of course, first things first, I'll start with what made me. Family, obviously. And I hope you don't get this as something that I just saying because I'm in front of you, an audience, that would be low - low for me if it were true, and low for you if you ever even doubted. Damn straight I love the Jonas kinsfolk. Can never go wrong with them, I'll tell you that much. As a son, I like making my parents proud and happy, but being twenty-one permits me loonily hold on to that pretty little obligation with my pinky. But it's always great. I'll come around every once in a while, cook my parents and the Tank some dinner, it's all good.
Sometimes I'll bring David along, too, everybody pretty much thinks that the guy's a big deal. As a brother, I'm the most lovable rascal. I'm never the most helpful one out of the bunch, not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box - though, if we're talking crayons, I call the green one. I'm the kind of guy that would go through different heights for his brothers, but I don't exactly act like it. I'll admit to you right now that I don't play nice when it comes to my bros, especially with Nick, naturally, because he's the brother right after me. I'll joke around at breakfast, make fun of your morning hair while I fling cranberries from my cereal into it. And the next thing you know, I just bumped the table wrong with my elbow and the milk carton's all over your lap. This happens a lot - that scenario, too, and let me tell you, little Nicky does not find it hilarious in the slightest bit. But he loves me - ask anybody. I'd bet two dollars on it, whole heartedly!
Everybody wonders about Nick, though, right? I wonder about Nick. A lot - well, enough of the time when we're hanging out, I literally think he's about to snap and smash my face with his fist of musical geniusness. But I think as my brother, he can't really do that. Like, maybe I've turned around to do something else and he's behind me with her hand pulled back and he's totally about to punch a hole into my head, but whenever he tries, this barrier thing protects me. Jonas blood, yeah! But no, seriously, he's my baby brother. I mean, even Nick beats Frankie in that competition. He's what I call, far too young to be that old. The guy knows how to laugh, and if you ask me, the older you are, the angrier you get. I'm just tryna look out for him, it's for the best of intentions! And plus, he's way too hard on himself. When he gets things wrong, somebody has to be there to tell him that it's cool and he can try again when his head's cooler. And being the youngest of the Jonas Brothers had to give him a huge dose of surreal reality, both the goods and bads. I mean, imagine experiencing what the little guy did at fourteen? And that Miley chick - don't get me started on her. I know, I know. Four years ago, I need to get over it. But it's like all I can do when she's around is stare her down and my mind automatically goes back to that time period when Nick was a freaking raincloud. No issue about it, though. I doubt she likes me any more than I like her, so whatever.
People have their own bumps on the road, right? I mean, a lot of mine have been pretty much broadcasted in the world, so I'm not gonna bother going through that anymore! But you know, as they say, the past does haunt you like toilet paper that gets stuck on your shoe. Being an easy going person, I don't handle catastrophe the same way that everybody else does. In my defense, I'll say it's because I'm an avid believer of carpe diem. And while some people'll say that it's because I'm too much of a twinkle to actually face what's in front of me, I'll say that I'll handle my problems my way and that it isn't really any of their business - can I at least get a little amen for that? I think I'm old enough to go on without training wheels, and I'll learn whatever I have to learn on my own. I'm a big kid, I can spend more than five minutes in the bath tub without drowning - and chyeah, I'm looking at you, Selena Gomez.
How exactly am I friends with Selena Gomez in any legit way? Well, I'll tell you. This all came down because we're all very mature people in this playground. No - seriously, I'm trying to say this while not laughing, but I really am serious. I mean, do you really think I'd dub one of my brother's most serious relationships as my best friend if he wasn't okay with it? Do you really think Selena would even want to be around me if she wasn't so totally over Nick? Exactly, no. We're all over it - that drama's way old news, I don't even remember half the story! And Sel's been great the past years, I'll tell you that. She knows how to laugh things off, something that people has lost touch with. I know, big tragedy, boo-hoo. Somehow, she's learned to shriek WHAT?! like a lady being done wrong to in some random alley at all my slip-ups. And after a whack on my head, she's all good to go with helping me and telling me the right next move before going zorbing with me. She's cool, definitely
Just making sure, are you guys still with me? Awesome. You guys are coming in loud and clear. Alright. Just making sure, because I want you all to hear me while I explain this Demi situation. Now, I'll probably get into a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwich kind of trouble, but I'll take my chances while I have Garbo and Big Rob holding off the doors from any… "spacial" enforcements. Anyway, about Demi. I'll admit right now that I get sick of being called something I'm not and that not talking about it to the whole general public makes me the biggest jerk in the face of the earth. I don't think that anybody really has a clear view on how I feel, really. Nobody knows what happened the way I know it. I'll start by saying that anybody who says that I never loved Demi is speaking right out of their keister. And maybe I won't really ever get it, and I'm just not like that. All throughout, she kind of just knew what she wanted, and I had no clue. I was just… living in the moments. And I didn't really think there was anything wrong with that. I also didn't see the point in letting it drag on, and I guess things just ended… badly. And all fingers still point to me. But no, I don't blame myself for this at all, but I know that I care about her, still, but like I said - I'm not in on it if somebody's not okay about it.
Oh well. Let's jump to the dearest, most beautiful Ashley Greene. I'll still continue to believe that nobody - nobody that matters, anyway - really understands me when I talk about Ashley. And everybody just wonders 'cause it's there and then it's gone, but what if it's there and it's there and it's still totally freaking there, but just because you have this stupid image of some guy who breaks hearts for a hobby, I'm gonna not do something about it? Nope. That's not how it's gonna work. And Ashley… everybody just needs to sit down and have lunch with her, and if you don't get out of there wanting her to ask you if you wanted to hang out at the carnival that's in town for a little while. When Ash was just Joe's Friend, everybody was fine with her. But when I told her to visit tour for a couple because she had time off and she was Joe's Girlfriend, it was all weird and different. And you know what? Thank you, to all of those guys who didn't act all weird.
Now, over the past few years, living as Joe Jonas can get pretty hectic, I'm sure that enough isn't really much of a surprise, innit? Oh well, just, y'know, another day. But hey, the best part is getting to spend all day in bed until I can't even stand my own breath, all that accompanied with the feeling of it being the most well-earned thing ever. 'Cause I get tired of all the fame, too. I get tired of needing to do stuff that I'm supposed to love doing when people want me to. Actually, did that even make sense still? I don't even care - I also hate how people have a problem with me always going out with my girlfriend. I mean - who cares? I'll do whatever I wanna do.
And I am way too lazy to finish this Joseph Jonas paragraph thing. Goodbye. End of my application.
Sorry lol.
RP EXAMPLE:
Joe was half lying when he'd told Chelsea that he couldn't sleep. He could sleep just fine, because... well, Joe of all people, he could find some place and position to sleep in wherever, even inside a tiny closet, given that he could fit inside. Joe was probably one of the few adults that still looked forward to some free time after lunch to take a short nap just for the hell of it. The problem was, his sleeping schedule had gone a bit crazy the past few weeks. The director of his movie thought it would be a brilliant idea to go ahead and shoot all the night scenes at first, and everybody had to stay up late and get used to it for a few weeks and Joe wasn't too ecstatic about it, but to complain was extremely pointless. It'd be one big way to look extremely unprofessional, anyway, but it was a good thing they had people go on Starbucks runs. Joe was sleeping just fine, just that his body had become used to his new schedule and he was taking his six hours of sleep during the afternoon and he was to stay up all night during day-offs. And who else better than Chelsea to bother at two in the early morning, anyway? Exactly - nobody, and that's what Joe thought. Joe's always liked the fact that Chelsea always put up with and appreciated his antics and always laughed along with him, despite the things that were happening. He definitely liked that Chelsea, so of course he had to find some way to hang out, especially since they both knew they had tight and busy schedules.
Joe's car pulled up in front of Chelsea's house, pleased that it had only taken him a ten minute drive to get there. He liked that the place seemed almost deserted, except for the few house lights that were still on, some of them had music blasting from inside. The lights in Chelsea's place were on, but it was quiet from the outside, so he assumed that it was only Chelsea in there, so he was pleased that he;'d decided to bring her some company, whether or not she was going to fall asleep on him. He knocked on the door, let a smile settle on his face and without much of a mumble of the word 'hey', he slipped inside and hugged her, nice, warm and tight, just like he does to all his friends, no matter how weird it looked sometimes. He thought about mentioning how much he missed hanging out, but he held his tongue and figured it'd be better suited for some other more sentimental part of the night - if it were to come, anyway. Instead, he feigned an upset look and he pointed at himself, "See?" he started. "I'm wide awake." He looked around briefly, like he was looking for something, but he really wasn't in particular. "I'm sure you have a guitar here somewhere, you can sing that weird lullabye song about tectonic plates and stuff we made up on set that one time," Joe added, probably looking a lot more excited than before.