Your Name: Asher
Desired Character: Dave Turner
Time Zone/Activity Level: EST/7
Ships for Your Character: Anyone with chemistry
Prior Roleplaying Experience: I’ve been roleplaying for about nine months now. Not primarily as the role of Dave Turner but plenty of others. Drew, Owen, Zig, Fitz, and Jake.
Why are you applying for this character?: I was asked to join and It’d be nice to be a character that’s absolutely different from who I would usually portray.
Dave sat in his room with his head in his hands. How was he going to explain to Alli what had happened during the summer while she was away? “Hey, Alli. I had sex with another girl while you were at your science program.” He rolled his head back and let out a sigh. There wasn’t going to be an easy way to go about the situation. He didn’t need to beat around the bush. Dave needed to get straight down to the point. But he didn’t know how to. He loved Alli and if he told her that he fooled around with another girl while she was away he knew he wouldn’t be able to regain her trust.”Alli, there’s no easy way to say this but while you were away I had sex with another girl. It didn’t mean anything though. I love you?” Dave fell back onto his bed and looked up at the ceiling. How the hell was he going to explain this to her in the nicest way possible? Everything he had conjured up so far sounded too direct and heartless. “Think, Dave. Think.”, he said to himself. He laid in his bed for a couple of minutes thinking of everything he could possibly say to not make her hate him entirely. Dave was stuck and he needed to escape these thoughts. “Welp. Let’s hope killing some zombies helps.” He grabbed the black Xbox controller that was sitting on his bedside table and held the silver button in the middle of the remote. This gesture instantly turned on the Xbox 360 console and brought him to the sign in screen. Dave then commenced to playing Call of Duty: Black Ops to clear his head.
After a couple more hours of endless rounds of zombies, the game ended and Dave had completely forgotten about that Alli situation. That was until his phone went off and the caller ID read Jacinta. He stared at the LCD screen for a couple of seconds before tapping on the ignore button. She was the last person he wanted to talk to right now. One missed call. It was only a couple seconds after Dave set his phone down on his bed that he received a text from her. Did she not get the picture? He hadn’t responded to any of her calls or messages in a week. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? Dave was in quite a predicament and he didn’t know how he was going to break the news without breaking either girl’s heart or being too harsh.
The seemingly eternal cloak of darkness and slumber had been removed from the sky in which was now incandescent with bittersweet colors of warmth; people had awaken at this point in time, though no one was around to be seen; for the Turner manor was alone, abandoned: secluded. All was still; there were only birds in flight humming their birdsongs, passing as occasional visitors over the desolate estate; wind rustling ever so slightly against the trees to generate a white noise; and lastly, the afterglow of rain upon the grass which served as a divider between the houses. The only signs of life had been him laying upon the plush mattress. Dave sat in bed not sure what he was going to do. He had been staying at the summer Residence for about a three weeks and it wasn’t at all as pleasant as he expected it to be. His day started at six in the morning considering his dad was on duty at seven and she preferred they had breakfast together. His workout which consisted of a mile run and a hefty amount of push-ups and sit-ups kept his body tone and made him feel good. This would earn him a mass amount of appeal points when he school started up again.
Dave opened his eyes to be blinded by the rays of the sun dancing into his room from the coal curtains. He sighed and rolled out of his bed. First day. Was it going to be one to remember or just a shitty day? He stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the blistering hot water. “Shoot”, he mumbled as he stumbled to turn the temperature down. Dave stood under the head for about ten minutes allowing the droplets to run down his body before actually running his washcloth along figure. He turned off the water and walked into his room, throwing on an outfit that he had bought for this day in particular. When he was finished, Dave brushed the hair he had grown and maintained over the summer, and grabbed his backpack off of the floor. Thirty minutes before grace period. Dave exited the house without any consent that he was leaving, not wanting to hear what his mother had to say about the first day of school.
He trudged up the small steps of Degrassi with his schedule at hand. How would this year go? Who knows. Degrassi was a school of mystery. You never knew when you would be struck with misfortune. There was always something bound to happen that would fuck something up. The bell rang signally that he was late and he stalked off into the school and into homeroom.