Post by sven on Oct 16, 2009 17:14:28 GMT -5
;;Jasmine Serafina Sinclaire;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::NAME::[/color][/blockquote]
Lee
::AGE:
22
::GENDER::
Female
::RP EXPERIENCE::
Honestly I no longer recall
::CONTACTING YOU::
You can pm for anything even my IM info. I have MSN
::ACTIVITY::
GMT -5 Eastern. As often as I can
::THE PUPPETS::
Currently N/A
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::ALIAS::
Roulette, Jazz, Sinclaire
::NAME::
Jasmine Serafina Sinclaire
::AGE::
26 yrs. Old
::GENDER::
Female
::ORIENTATION::
Straight
::SPECIES::
Human
::JOB::
Freelance modeling, Hunter, Merc
::RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION::
Unknown
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::STRENGTHS::
1. Master swordsman
2. Highly efficient with any weapon & knowledgeable of different weapons
3. Marksman
4. Analytical
5. Hunting & tracking
6. Knowledge of vampires and were’s
7. Superior speed & agility
8. Good accuracy
9. Seducing & manipulation
10. Strong minded
::SUMMARY::
Jasmine grew up in a wealthy family, even though they were wealthy they were hunters and mercs. Throughout her years her family introduced her to their world. Giving her the knowledge that she needed to know about vampires and were's; the creatures that lurk in the darkest of shadows. Not only was she given that knowledge but she was trained in combat, weaponry skills, how to hunt and track, and analyze situations. But training is just the preparation for what you might face; but sometimes even with that you can still be surprised in certain situations. Jazz picked up her tactical skills and progressed her agility and speed by actually venturing out into the streets and hunting or doing merc work.
Jazz trained often with her family and alone, constantly working on her marksmanship along with her combative skills. Though she knows how to use a gun well, she often likes to be up close in personal despite how dangerous it can be. That's the reckless side of her that tends to come out in some cases; more so when she's specifically searching for Dimir. Her skills with melee weapons are exceptional, especially with swords and knives. Her hand to hand combat is practically equal to that of her weaponry skills. Jazz's fighting style is more of her own, free styling, street fighting mixed in with parkour that compliments her agility and flexibility. She also certainly has good aim and accuracy, hardly ever missing her initial target, but things happen.
Can Jazz consider herself to be a sexual person? In a way yes. She does enjoy the company of another even with her lack of trust and the betrayal of Dimir. Though she tries not to get attached to anyone anymore considering her past, in which she is still hung up on. But being seductive and manipulative is all about getting the information that she needs. Why not just torture them correct? Barge on in with guns blazing like the reckless person she can sometimes be. Because sometimes one has to do things a little differently, plain and simple. But one of the most important things about her is that she is quite strong minded, not allowing any vampire within her thoughts; something she learned from her parents. Shielding your mind is a major asset in her line of work.
::WEAKNESSES::
1. In certain situations tends to get carried away
2. Is a bit reckless at times
3. Lack of true trust
4. Being human
5. No real grappling skill
::SUMMARY::
Having weaknesses is a way of life, even worst when you're human. That's probably one of, if not the sole problem that Jazz faces. Though her body is certainly built well and stronger than an average human, it doesn't take away the face that she is only human. She isn't immune to injuries and as such is at a higher risk of dying far more easily. Does she dislike being human? Not really, only for specific reasons, but she would never want to become one of them. Even though ironically she does know some creatures that were hunters like herself, not to mention those that her family knew she's a little weary of trusting them now as well.
Which brings to her next issue. Trust. Trust is something that does not come easy to her any longer. Ever since Dimir's betrayal she tends to keep a very very tight circle, something that is not easy to get into. She's not a cold hearted person, she actually can be quite caring, but to openly give her heart out is something that is just not going to happen. Though she came close once more of allowing herself to fall for someone, things took and unexpected twist that in the end she thought might've been for the best. None-the-less with her trust issues it often makes her weary of those that she might be forced to work with and so on.
Taking her fighting prowess grappling isn't something she is found of since she likes to take the hands on approach. There's nothing about grappling that intrigues her which is why she chose not to venture anywhere near that field. Sometimes she can get a bit carried away and reckless not wanting to leave unless she knows the job is done. Her recklessness rears it form much more when she gets anywhere near to finding Dimir. It often gets her into a good amount of trouble, often resulting in her getting injured or putting herself in more and more danger. It usually comes to the point that she doesn't care how much danger she's getting herself into, as long as her job is done and done right - it doesn't.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::HAIR::[/u]
Chocolate Brown
::EYES::
Piercing light blue eyes
::Nationality::
American
::Ethnicity::
Italian/French/Irish
::HEIGHT::
5'9''
::WEIGHT::
135 lbs
:MARKS::
* She has a tattoo on her left hand.
* She has another tattoo on her right side.
* She has one last tattoo of an array of musical notes on the back of her left shoulder.
* Three light claw marks on the back of right shoulder, directly on her shoulder blade.
* A vampire bite mark on right her shoulder near her neck.
::SKIN TONE::
Olive tone, like most Italians
::BODY TYPE::
Slim, but well built.
::CLOTHES::
Whatever she pleases. Her clothing choices tend to very from time to time. She could go from something elegant, to something sexy, to something more laid back and so forth.
::SUMMARY::
To describe Jazz would simply be saying that she's sexy. Beautiful, sexy, bad girl. With her well trimmed, slim body type it makes her desirable for the opposite sex. Though she does have defining muscles it doesn't take away from her femininity. Being in the free lance modeling field as a side job one has to have a certain beauty and radiance about them and Jazz certainly has that hands down. She has long thick chocolate brown locs that cascade down her back; lightly layered. Jazz has the most amazing captivating piercing light blue eyes. Her olive skin tone and hair color makes it pop even more. She has such luscious full soft lips that one just couldn't help but to want to kiss. Her skin is practically flawless, but she does have three light claw marks on the back of her right shoulder, directly on the shoulder blade; following it's length with a werewolf. She also has a vampire bite mark on her right shoulder near her neck courtesy of Dimir. He wasn't strong enough at the time to attempt to turn her, nor did he wish to drain her dry. He bite her to taste her and basically leave her marked by him. Jazz also has a tattoo on her left hand and a tattoo on her right side.
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Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::LIKES::[/u]
1. Music & partying
2. All kinds of weapons; especially blades and knives
3. Motorcycles/fast cars
4. Calm nights
5. The rain
6. The ocean
7. Cooking
8. Guys
9. Sunsets and sunrises
10. Doing things right and making sure it gets done
11. Sweets
12. Playing the violin/piano
::DISLIKES::
1. Being asked too many questions
2. Fights that end swiftly
3. Yellow and hot pink
4. Being helpless/defenseless/vulnerable
5. Most vampires and Were's
6. Missing her initial target
7. Remnants/reminders of her past
8. Betrayal
::BLESSINGS::
1. Loyal and protective to those who are loyal to her and has gain her trust
2. Smart/funny/fun to be around
3. Daring
4. Bold
::FLAWS::
1. Pretty honest/blunt
2. Straight forward
3. Trust issues
4. Being a bit reckless
5. Isn't very open
::Talents::[/u][/color]
1. Playing the violin/piano
2. Lovely singing voice
3. Cooking
4. Sculpting/Painting
::SUMMARY::
To describe Jazz in one word, it would be complex. Humans are complex beings as it is. They have a wide range of feelings, emotions and reactions. No human can truly say that they are simple. Jazz certainly cannot say that she is simple. Though her complex being is what sets her apart nonetheless; it makes her who she is. Jazz has been through some rough times throughout her years of living which has shaped who she is today. Even with the rough times that lay in her past or maybe even more in the path ahead of her, she still finds a way to be cheerful sometimes; to have some kind of fun. After all she can’t be depressed and angry all the time; well technically she could but that would make her such a dull person to be around. Jazz is certainly your bad girl type who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. Her determination for completing her task is almost like no other. That brings in her reckless nature. Despite the fact that vampires and were’s are clearly stronger than her it doesn’t stop her from getting up close and personal with them. It’s the thrill of it all, the boldness in her heart; the satisfaction of the kill. She often gets hurt because she doesn’t stop until her task is complete.
From Dimir’s betrayal her trust for anyone has diminished, but it is not completely gone. She is a bit more weary when it comes to letting people into her circle or letting a man back in her life. Though she tends to have her share of one night stands, she has never been in a relationship since Dimir. There are times where she does have her slight regrets about doing so, giving into her lust and desire. Jazz honestly wants to be with someone again but deep inside she’s just too afraid to allow herself to fall so deeply again. Even though she is an honest woman, and quite blunt and straight forward; one thing that she isn’t open about is her feelings and her past. Maybe if she was to find someone that she could actually trust she would open her heart up to him. Those that are close to her know how loyal and protective she is. She refuses to allow anything to happen to those who are dear to her. She rather be the one to take the pain than anyone of her friends.
Jazz has a sarcasm to her that is normally present, which goes hand in hand with her blunt nature. Truthfully the only way to know her even in the slightest is to meet her.
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Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::FAMILY MEMBERS::[/u] Vaughan Sinclaire (Deceased)
* Father:
* Mother:[/u] Constance Sinclaire (Deceased)
* Brother:[/u] Ezio Tristan Sinclaire (Living -Currently 28yrs.old)
::SCHOOL::
Trinity School - New York City
::GRADUATION YEAR::
2002
::HISTORY::
---Simple Beginnings----
[/u][/center]I don’t believe I could ever say my childhood was normal, even though it had some aspects of normality here and there. Though I must say I probably have spoken those words quiet often when asked about my childhood, but it was never the truth. My mother and father were well known in the hunters/mercenary world; hell my entire family more so going towards my father’s side. My mother’s family was never exactly happy with her choice of lifestyle nor the man she chose to be her husband; my father’s side was completely different and far more welcoming obviously. Imagine the protesting that began once they learned that Ezio and I were leaning those same skills. My mother’s family was so upset that they basically disowned her, and in turn disowned Ezio and I. I can honestly say it hurt, but my mother was the one that was more hurt than all of us by their decision. Nevertheless Ezio and I were trained in mind and in body. Trained for what you might ask? I’ve said repeatedly that my family were hunters, but what exactly did they hunt? Truthfully I was really surprised when I heard it myself. Physically I had been trained since I was four years old. I was trained mentally to endure. But it wasn’t until I was eight years old when I fully grasped what it was that Ezio and I were training to fight against. Here I was thinking all this knowledge of vampires and werewolves that I was being fed were just fun facts. No it was all for real. Oh but it only got better. It seems that there were a good amount of people that I had met that were actually vampires and were's. At first I didn't exactly understand why my parents would befriend any of them considering they often hunted and killed their kind. But apparently they found it to be a benefit to them, not to mention they only hunted and killed those that were I suppose you can say 'bad'. But aren't they all in some way? But I understood what they meant.
I can't lie and say that I didn't look at those individuals that came by a bit differently. Hell I started to look at everyone around me a lot more differently. I had to learn how to tell them a part. But were's have human forms and don't exactly give off much of an indication of what they are. At least that what I thought at first. As I grew older I eventually became much more aware of my surroundings and the people within them. Vampires were easy, were's took a little more observation; a little more getting used it. But with all my training, it didn't hinder me in school. Elementary was pretty much a breeze; high school well that's where the drama starts isn't it.[/ul]
---Good ol’ teenage years and life's unexpected meeting---
[/u][/center]I was sixteen when I actually started to go on hunts with my parents and brother. Yeah, that was certainly a balancing act that I managed to do well in. It was strangely exhilarating. I don’t know what it was about it but I just happened to get this rush build up inside of me every time that we went out. There’s a good deal of danger in what we were doing, but it was thrilling at the same time that I didn’t even think about the danger involved. My parents warned me often about my carelessness that it could get me killed much more quickly. I suppose I listened to a point, after all I was clearly taking after my father. My mother was much more careful; Ezio took after her though he had a little recklessness within him as well. Considering Ezio and I were still relatively young and couldn’t go on all their jobs with them we spent a lot of time at home, brushing up on our knowledge and skill, or out on the city. Now I was the kind of girl that likes to have fun and party aside from going out on a hunt, I mean after all I was a teenager. What teenager didn’t like to party? Especially when you’re eighteen and you can get into much better clubs than sixteen year olds. I certainly took advantage of that once I turned that big one-eight; legal to do many things. Maybe not legal to drink but I’m not the biggest drinker anyways.
It was at one of these clubs; the Copacabana to be precise; that I came across a man that would leave his mark on me - much more literal than I could ever expect. I could lie and say we locked eyes from across the dance floor and instantly fell for one another, but that’s exactly what it would be a lie. Truthfully our meeting wasn't exactly so pleasant. It started off pretty rocky with strong personalities clashing. It began on the dance floor when another male just couldn’t take the hint that I wasn’t interested. He decided to come over and play the alpha male role thinking I really needed his assistance to get rid of the other. I didn’t, but of course you know how men are. Once the clown was gone then he decided to make his own moves upon me. I cannot deny that he wasn’t hot, sexy, just plain old attractive all around. He was the kind of guy a girl would want to be seen with; eye candy was hardly the word. But my bold nature meeting his caused a slight head bumping at first, a constant back and forth contest of a battle of wits. Oddly enough we still exited the club with one another, the battle still continuing until finally he silenced me with his lips. Did I want it? Sure I did. Did I mind how he had done it? Not one bit. I often found that I kind of liked a man that took charge occasionally. I remember both of us slowly pulling away resting our foreheads together, exchanging playful words that some might’ve found somewhat offending.[/color]
”You’re still a snobby brat.”
”You’re still an arrogant jerk.”
Funny how we could insult each other and then go right back to making out. That kiss would be the first of many down the road. But if I only knew that that kiss would eventually lead to an irreversible tragedy in which I would be the one suffering from, I would've advised myself to have walked away. Oh did I forget to mention this handsome strangers name? It was Dimir Devereux.[/ul]
---Betrayal is the only truth that sticks---
[/u][/center]We took him back home and let him rest through the next day, but I stayed by his side the entire time. I couldn’t bring myself to leave him. I felt so responsible for it. By the time night fall came he found me curled up next to him asleep. Lightly he woke me up, and it was then when I got to stare into his new vampire eyes. I didn’t know what to think, for once I was stumped. He knew it instantly of the confliction within my heart, which showed in the way he cupped my cheek in his hand and pulled me into his lips. His kiss was still the same, it hadn’t changed. Why should I believe that he would change? The only difference now was that he was a vampire, which yes in some way complicated things. But he was still Dimir right? Yea that’s what I thought for a certain duration of time. But things did start to change within him. His personality grew more arrogant and a little darker. Many nights he spent out away from us; away from me. My family started to get very weary of his actions and sudden change over the next five months. But I didn’t listen of course, I loved him too much to truly see what it was that they did. They felt that he was going to become a liability, a hazard to us or more so me. But of course I protested that nothing was truly wrong. Love is blind isn’t it? Such a costly mistake I made by shunning my own family away for my happiness; my love. I should’ve listened.
The rain was pouring outside heavily but steady. The thunder and lightning were consistent. My mother and father were home at the manor, Ezio was currently out of town and I was out picking up some food. Dimir? I hadn’t a clue where he was that night. I should’ve been concerned before when I was warned, but I was just being stubborn back then. That night I don’t know what came over me but I just had this horrible feeling that sat heavily in my stomach. I felt nervous and anxious while I stood online in the supermarket. My heart rate was beating so fast that I thought it was going to fly out of my chest soon; my breathing suddenly became shallow to the point that I just couldn’t take it anymore. Screw the groceries. Immediately I bolted off the line, groceries still in the cart and quickly ran to the car, wasting no time in speeding off. I really couldn’t explain the feeling but I just knew somehow that I had to get home. I wish I had listened to my gut much sooner for I was too late; again. There was no sign of forced entry and why should there be when there was an inside source. What I walked in on would haunt my thoughts, my dreams for the rest of my life. Dimir holding my father’s almost lifeless body within his grasp, Cecila standing over my mother’s motionless body and a group of vampires surrounding them. I froze instantly just as it seemed like time did within the room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was I really seeing this? Was this really happening? Or was it just some paranoid delusion? No it was as real as it could get. My love, my heart, my Dimir had betrayed me in the worse way possible. I remember my father’s weak eyes staring at me, his horse voice saying simply to run. I couldn’t, I couldn’t even move. And that’s when I saw that sick smirk on Dimir’s face as he left my father without any air left in his lungs, his body thudding onto the floor. My eyes felt moist, rage was boiling in my blood and Cecila’s laughter rang in my ears. I watched as she approached Dimir, placing her hands on his chest as if he was hers. I couldn’t take it any longer as I lunged at her specifically in rage.
But I was stopped by Dimir, which it probably shouldn’t have shocked me but it did. I fussed and screamed at him attempting to fight back but with my rage it meant nothing. I just couldn’t understand why and I didn’t get that answer either before I was hit hard by Cecila in the back of my neck causing my eye sight to blur. I thought I was going to die that night, as Dimir crouched down to me, lifting me off the ground a little. I barely heard what it was that he said to me, just before he snuck his fangs into my shoulder close to my neck. I didn’t want to be turned. But it seemed that’s not what he was doing. He tasted me in a different way that he had ever and literary leaving his mark upon my body. Before I lost consciousness, I heard him tell off Cecila whom wanted me dead. I never heard his voice be so powerful. But why the hell not?! He killed my parents; why not take my life as well? I couldn’t understand it at all. Why was he sparing me? He betrayed me. There was nothing that was going to stop me from coming after him and Cecila. Yes my love for him was strong, but that was all thrown out the window now. My world went black as I was left there on the living room floor of the Sinclaire manor with the lifeless bodies of my parents. My world literally had come crashing down all around me. Everything that I knew was gone. Everything was about to change.
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---Embrace the pain and burn it as fuel for the journey--
[/u][/center]---Him---
[/u][/center]Hawaii is a beautiful island that I’ve often visited. The white sand beaches, the beautiful water, the great waves; it was indeed a paradise. But when things seem too good to be true they usually are, aren’t they? I just had gone back to the villa I was renting, hoping for some relaxation after a long day – hell a long week. But it seemed as someone had other plans for me. Outside is where I stood near the pool to watch the sunset; little to my knowledge that someone was already inside my home. I suppose I wasn’t as alert as I should’ve been, but honestly I wasn’t expecting anything to happen in Hawaii of all places. Enjoying the beautiful sunset would have to wait as the noise of the radio turning on had grabbed my attention. Instinctively I removed the dagger that was strapped on my leg, under my pants, cautiously moving inside. From there a little game of cat and mouse would ensue as I checked out the villa a little following the noises. It wasn’t until I noticed the door was open with a box on the mat did said person reveal himself. I had literally walked right into that trap. Being unsure what the box, hearing the sudden beep it made forced me to back up; the stranger coming up behind me subduing me with some chemical though I managed to make an incision on his hand with my dagger before completely passing out. When I later awoke I was strapped down to a chair by an excessive amount of duck tape, and the stranger was standing a little before me on his phone. I swear if it was actually possible I would’ve burned a hole in the back of his head with my eyes. I couldn’t speak so I had to be expressive with my eyes, and with being a model it was a key feature of a good model. I wanted to know who his employer was. Who wanted me dead this time? I mainly wanted the name so that if and/or when I died here I could haunt him for the rest of his life; screw with his psyche. Was I angry at this stranger? A little because I allowed him to capture me, but at the same time I wasn’t. He was just doing the job he was paid to do. To be mad at him for that would be useless.
To sit here and recount the entire ordeal would take some time to fully understand the outcome that occurred. I can honestly say that everything about it was quite random once I was finally able to roam free. Let’s just say that it went from me being a his prey, to playing a game of strip Texas Hold’em; to eventually leading to the bedroom. Strange isn’t it? Of course when I awoke the day he was already gone, though on the pillow was a bullet with my name on it; literally. Along with it was a note that read ‘Next time.’ I thought it was pretty funny considering I left him a similar present in his jacket pocket. He’s certainly someone I would remember in the future; besides I certainly owed him for capturing me.[/ul]
---Parting is such sweet sorrow---
[/u][/center]“This won’t be the last time, will it?”
Those words caught me off guard but not at that particular moment. I was far too emerged in the rapture of him and the time we had just share to really let things settle into my mind. But I had a flight to catch and so did he but the irony was we had the same flight. Why he was going to Italy I didn’t know. I was going because I had a target that needed taking care of. Either way it didn’t matter I was still too entangled in the web we weaved that I agreed to seat next to him on the flight. It gave us an opportunity to chit chat, though I can’t deny that there wasn’t a few make-out sessions again. Arriving in Italy, things weren’t going to go as possibly planned. I had a job to do that very night of our arrival, but I didn’t tell him that. A hunter and mercenary was what I truly am and I didn’t feel the need to tell him at that moment; I still didn’t know him and vice versa. We were supposed to spend the night together out on the town, but I lied and said I had a photo shoot to do that night at a sea side manor – but I would be back in time. Truthfully I never came back. It wasn’t by choice. The job was a set up from all angles. I was badly injured, though I was supposed to be dead. Lucky my brother was in the distance and came to get me, taking me to our safe house in Italy. I should’ve called Cain. A part of me wanted to, but another part felt it was best this way. I hadn’t given an exact location other than the possible place; and knowing that it would hit the news of the explosion he would probably think I was dead. I shouldn’t have gotten attached at all and to prevent further attachment, I decided to leave it as it was. I felt a pain in my heart for doing so, but I had to. I just had to.
Six months had passed since Italy. I hadn’t done a single shoot to remain out of the lime light, mainly to avoid running into him accidentally. I’ve been a bit drained constantly hunting down these creatures. Retrieving items or whatever my job requires from me to do. I’ve been keeping myself so busy I hadn’t given myself much time to rest in the past few months. I feel like I’m getting much more closer to Dimir nowadays, yet I still feel like he’s still so far away. I suppose my obsession is somewhat getting the best of me every now and again, but I will find him no matter what I have to do to get there. My parents will be avenged. No matter what that night still haunts me. I think it will until I finally remove Dimir and all those that were involved from this earth and my life.[/ul]
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Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::CODE WORD::
'do the mashed potato, do the twiste'
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Complete
::RP EXAMPLE::
::Jazz sat idle on the chair thinking to herself as her brother cleaned and dressed her wounds. Any other time she probably would’ve felt some of the pain that came with extracting the bullet fragment from her left side or anything for that was gone. All that was on her face was a vacant expression. Occasionally Ezio would look up at her with a concerned look, wondering what it could possibly be that’s bothering his sister. What could make her have such a defeated expression? Her blue eyes trailed off momentarily to the right, before her attention was captured by Ezio giving her a little tap on her leg indicating he was done wrapping her side up. A simple nod of approval would be all that she’d provide him as her eyes trailed off again::
“What’s wrong Jazz? Is it about that guy?”
“Huh, what?”
“It is isn’t it? Look why don’t you call him and tell him you’re ok or whatever. You’re a smart girl make up something.”
~Call him and let him know I’m ok? And how was I supposed to really explain why I won’t make it. I told him I was doing a photo shoot, what else could I possibly come up with. Then to see him the next day, how would I explain my injuries? As if I’m just going to come out and say ‘oh hey, well guess what? I’m actually a hunter and I do mercenary work’. Oh yeah that would just be freaking perfect right?!I couldn’t do that. Last time I revealed that it didn’t pan out well; a.k.a it resulted in our parents murder. What the hell was going through his mind.~
“No.. It’s better this way.. Don’t say anything about it any longer alright?”
“Alright.. Fine.. I just think you really gotta- .. Never mind I’ll make us something to eat.”
::Ezio would leave the torn Jazz in the dining area to her own thoughts. Her body was tired and stressed, her mind was equally the same. If one looked into her eyes they would see a confused woman. She had been through a lot over the past few years and she hadn’t had the time to heal. In truth she never gave herself any time to heal. Jazz constantly kept herself busy the entire time to avoid everything catching up on her. And that’s exactly what was going on at the very moment. But like the strong female that she was she would pull it together before she would allow any moisture to fall down her cheeks::
~It’s truly for better. It really is. He’d be better off anyways. God I should’ve have fallen for that damn smile. His charms; his touch; geez I need to stop thinking about it. I know it’s wrong to do it this way, but it just has to be. It’s better than calling him and making up some bogus bullshit about how I don’t want to see him any longer. What sense would that make? All of a sudden a turn around? I don’t think so. Besides he seems like the type that might think something was wrong and want to try and come to my rescue. No. I’ll stay out of the lime light to avoid possibly running into him. Though I might want to meet him again, I actually hope that we don’t run into one another once more. I’m not sure if I could look at him and explain everything in a way he’d understand. Yea, I’d rather not. Let’s just leave it where it was. I’ll cherish it either way.~[/size][/font][/ul][/quote]
