JMD 236 extras

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A bunch of form Add ons for JMD 236. No posting please

Interview ;;

"Hello Lance, it's great to finally be able to ask you a few questions about yourself. Do you mind if we start right away?"

It's truly a pleasure to be shown some interest in, what can I do for you?

"Alrighty then, great! First off, I know your interested in artwork, and I've noticed that your an exceptional artist. What form of art would you call your favorite, and what would your favorite piece that you've made in it be?"

Well, that's a little tough, it comes between watercolors and wood carving, but ultimately I like carving more. My favorite piece is a small bird standing on a thin branch.

"That sounds like it must have taken you ages! Next on the list though, do you have a favorite sport other than swimming of course?,"

You know, it's almost as if I'm part a white jewel, because I love to go snowboarding when my aunt takes us to her cabin in the mountains during winter break,"

"Oh wow, that sounds pretty tricky. I know I'd probably run into a few trees. So, what's the scariest experience you've ever had?"

Hands down, when my father used to beat me. Especially the one night, he had gotten home from the office late one night, and I had tried to make him some homemade mac'n'cheese because I knew he should have been hungry, but instead, he grabbed the front of my shirt, and pulled one of the knife from the kitchen counter. I was just so scared that I slumped to the ground, and squeezed my eyes shut. That when I fell the two sharp cuts in my right ear, and when I looked down, a fuzzy sliver of my ear was laying on the ground, along with a few drops of blood. I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could then, and looked in the window. My ear was now missing a small piece of it, and a thin stream of blood trickled down my face.

"Oh, that must have been absolutely terrifying! Your father certainly was a horrid, horrid man. Do you know what happened to him once you moved with your aunt?"

Well, to be honest, once I got to my aunt's house, I actually whispered into her ear to call the cops, and luckily, I had taken pictures of myself after various beatings, got them developed, and sharpied dates on them. We did, and they arrested him, and he serves a life sentence in prison now.

"Do you ever wish things with your father could have been different?"

I often do wonder what my life would have been like had he been there for me. But, then again, I believe that fate had it planned out this way for me. Sometimes I'll visit him. My stays are always long, with me sitting at a table, and father on his mattress. Neither of us say anything, we just stare at the ground, and when I know I'm done, I take my leave.

"That must be pretty awkward. Have you ever seen your mother?"

Since the aunt I live with is my mother's sister, I get to see her every now and then. Actually, the first time I saw her, she came to my aunt's house for my sixteenth birthday, and from there, everything got mushy. She showed me baby pictures, told me stories, and even gave me a braided leather bracelet. That was the last time I saw her since, but I never take off the bracelet.

"It must have been nice to see your mother after so long. What were you feeling when you saw her?"

You know, so much has happened in my life, that I wasn't really surprised to see her there. I was actually understanding a lot about my looks, since the only thing me and my father shared were the blue eyes. My mother was a petite white jewel, which may explain my love of cold. I was happy though.

"That would make sense. Alright Lance, thank you for your time, I believe that would conclude our interview, again, thank you."

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Journal Entry 1:

Dear Journal,
When I woke up, dad had already left for work. I got dressed, combed my hair, and went out into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I pulled a pan out from the cabinet, laid it on the stove, and fired it up. Then, taking the remaining egg father had left me, I cracked it on the side if our apartment's glazed marble counter, then began to scramble it into a small amount of my favorite breakfast dish, scrambled eggs. Then, my day went on to cleaning the house, as usual, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, putting away clothes, making the bed, and vacuuming the rugs. Today I finished my chores early, at 5:30, so I decided to throw some of the pizza rolls in the oven, and was able to eat an actuall dinner tonight. Once I finished, I washed my plate, and put it back in the cabinet. Then, I wiped down the kitchen table, and just as I threw the rag back in the sink, the creaky wooden door opened, then it slammed shut. Father was home, and as always, he wasn't happy. The hits came hard, just as they always did, starting from the back of my head, then his fists worked their way down my back, and as usual, I fell to the ground, feeling the bruises from yesterday melding with the ones forming. Crawling to my usual corner wedged between the couch and the wall, I tucked my knees to my chest while he desperately reached for me, but he was to big. By then, father had resorted to talking me down. "Coward! That's all you've ever been your entire life, and that's all you ever will be! You'll never make it in this world, you might as well die now, I won't miss you, and neither will anyone else in this world!" After screaming his head off, he brought his alcohol out of the fridge, and drank all of it, at least ten bottles of beer, and a bottle of wine, then flopped down on the couch, passed out. All the while I huddled in the corner, silent tears streaming down my cheeks. I hate crying, but sometimes I can't help myself and I have to let my feelings out. Though, I got the courage to creep to my room, grab you and my pen, and squeeze back into my spot, just incase dad may wake up again. He snores very loudly. It sounds like thunder. It looks like another night in my corner I guess.
Sincerely,
Lance


Journal Entry 2:

Dear Journal,
It is my birthday today. Father left early for his friend's house, and I got dressed again, combed my hair, then went to the kitchen, pulling the box that mother used to keep recipes in, digging through it to find the cake recipe I used every year to make my birthday cake. I grabbed the flour, eggs, icing, and everything else I would need to celebrate with my cake. I mixed the batter, and poured it into the pan, pushing that into the oven. I'm quite skilled at baking now, as it's what I've been doing for the past six years, ever since I was nine. I swirled the icing decoratively onto the cooling cake, then went on to cut a sliver out of the cake for myself, an then back to my chores I went. I put the cake in a container, washed my plate off, then spent the rest of the day doing laundry then ironing. When dad got home, he was already stumbling, and when he did walk, he was teetering like he was about to stumble. He smacked my face, then pushed me down in a chair. These were usually the worst nights, since dad was always a mean drunk, to me at least. He returned to me with a sharp knife from the chopping box, and I clenched my eyes shut, and I felt two sharp pains in my ear, then a fuzzy piece of my ear on the ground! I ran right back to my room, and there it was, an one notch where a part of my ear had been deliberately severed. I locked my bedroom door behind me, and swabbed the blood off the side of my face, then decided that it was time to go. As I figured, father was passed out on the floor, a knife in his hand. I took the essential food out of my refridgerator, stuffed it into my backpack, and headed out the door, food on my back, and about a thousand dollars in my pocket. I knew where I was headed. My friend had recently bought an apartment, and when I told him my situation, he let me right in, and showed me to my bedroom. I set up all of my things, gave him him groceries, and got a good night's rest for once in my lifetime.
Sincerely,
Lance


Journal Entry 3:

Dear Journal,
I absolutely can't believe what he did. The guy I called my friend, had been using me all along! After I went to sleep, he would come into my bedroom, take about ten dollars at a time, and I hadn't noticed until today. He knew I was still unstable about my dad, but he had the nerve to take my hard earned money! I wasn't even ashamed of what I did next. He still had no idea that I knew, so when I came into the living room, he stood up and said "Hey dude, what's up?" It made me absolutely sick. I already had my backpack on, do I mustered up my courage, and said, "Don't steal from me ever," then I punched him in the face as hard as I possibly could, and he fell back, passed out. From there, my instincts took over, I ran, boarded a bus, headed to the next town. Again, I knew I had someone better to look after me, and this bus would escort me there personally.
Sincerely,
Lance


Journal Entry 4:

Dear Journal,
I was the only one to get off at my bus stop. I have to say that I do look like a raggedy mess, with dirt and mud smeared across the front of my white T-Shirt. As I knocked on the front door of the little ranch house, I saw a surprised JMD's face staring back at me. My Aunt Dotty. She welcomed me in, and I explained my situation with a shaky voice. She seemed to understand everything. What did surprise me was her calling th police. And her telling them my father's address, even I couldn't suppress a smirk. Aunt Dotty introduced me to my Uncle John, and she took me in like her long lost son. She gave me a bedroom and took me shopping for clothes even. I was also able to bond with her two dogs, though her bigger one, an Italian Mastiff name Bruce, now sleeps at the foot of my bed, and slobbers on my face every morning, even if he's about as big as me. The smaller pit bull, Lolita, sleeps in their room, and keeps to Aunt Dotty a lot. I take Bruce for lots of walks; he's like my best friend. I love this new quiet life of regular chores and help around the house. When I started making the meals in the family though, that's when Aunt Dotty really knew about what had been happening before. All she did was sat me down, and pick up cooking where I left off. This certainly is the dream life.
Sincerely,
Lance

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Favorites ;;

Food ;;

Gingerbread. You should have seen my face when my aunt first served gingerbread.

Beverage ;;

I'm pretty standard; I like some good old-fashioned water

Movie ;;

Well, I have a strange taste in movies, but since you asked, I quite liked the racing comedy "Talladega Nights"

TV Show ;;

I'm a fan of a good mystery shows, so I most enjoy the series "Castle".

Book ;;

Reading the "Eragon" Series actually held my attention well. It was quite interesting, with everything, but my favorite was of course the last book, called "Inheritance"

Season ;;

Spring, because every things changing, and there's lots of rain, so lots of swimming water.

Time of Day ;;

I like the daytime, because that's when father wasn't around to hurt me.

Item ;;

When my Aunt realized my love for drawing, she gave me an IPod so I could listen and paint,draw, or carve with the music.

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Lance's Playlist ;;

Radioactive - Imagine Dragon
Broken - Seether
Say it Ain't so - Weezer
Rockstar - Nickleback
Fireflies - Owlicity
Where the Green Grass Grows - Tim McGraw
Alright - Darius Rucker
Mountain Music - Alabama
Natural Disaster - Zac Brown Band
Outside the Fire - Garth Brooks
Temporary Home - Carrie Underwood
Home - Phillip Phillips
Free - Zac Brown Band

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Lance's Dreams ;;

Lance has decided to include a whole section to explain his dreams. Ever since he was little, Lance has had very strange dreams. In these dreams, he would become the opposite of himself(see above), and kills all of the people he had ever known or met, and will somehow become the last JMD on the earth. In his dream world, he never cares about others, ands kills without a worry in the world. These dreams originate from the abuse of his father, and he'll still have them to this day. Often after having one, he wakes up sweating, lying on the floor a few feet away from the bed, The worst ones are about his mother and father.

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User Information ;;

Username ;;
mare. It's a pleasure to meet you, and apply for Lance.

Reason for Applying ;;
He's a definite dream Jewlie for me. I felt connected to his design the moment I posted the reserve for my form, and to be honest, all the history and personality came the first moment I typed out the category names. It was quite amazing to me, how naturally the whole idea of this boy came to me, which is very unlike me, but this guy was different. I guarentee that if you entrust him with me, that he will indeed become my first JMD, and will be introduced to role-plays and be even more so expanded on as a character and overall person in my eyes. Now, If you just look at that design. It's one of the only complexish design I can actually draw, as you can see by the art section of this form. Plus, such beauty shouldn't go to waste with an incompetent owner, which I can promise you I'd be far from. Thank you for the chance to win this amazing Jewlie, and I have to say, you did exceptionally well for your first ever jmd.