JACKSON, jarrod derek

[jarrod derek jackson]

JARROD DEREK JACKSON

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"Am I changing right before your eyes?
Becoming someone you don't recognize?"

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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Well, I got my name, Jarrod, kind of from my father. His name is Jared so Jarrod (Juh-rawd) is a variation on his name. It's a pretty cool name I guess; most of my friends either call me that, Jay, or JJ. My middle name, Derek, is a name that was my mother's father name. I don't really care for it, but nonetheless, it is what it is. My last name, Jackson, obviously comes from my father since he did marry my mother. I'm not too fond of nicknames and pet names because I'm just not that kind of guy, but if I manage to somehow develop a close relationship with you, I just may let it slide... for now.

Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm a new years baby, born on the first of the month of a new year. I definitely was a surprise for my family since I was an "oopsy baby". The product of a one night stand and my mom used to always bring that up whenever she yelled at me or dad. It's all good, though, I guess. Now, I'm 18 years old so I should be able to manage and deal with those types of things. However, I guess you can say that I have been trouble dealing with loss.. Four years ago, I lost my mother and it's been difficult to deal with. But that's another story...

Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
What the hell!? You want to see my family jewels!?

And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
No lie, I'm actually kind of homophobic. I don't have a problem with gay people, I just don't see how they... do it. I'm straight as a line.

Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
Jermaine Cole, better known as J. Cole, is who I've been drawing comparisons from. He's a pretty dope rapper so it's actually kind of cool when people come up to me asking for an autograph. I'm actually pretty tall like him too. I'm a pretty noticeable guy around the campus because I'm a bit taller than everyone else.

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
I used to play ball at my old school, so, like I said, I'm a pretty tall dude. My mother was white and father was black, so I'm a mixed breed. My eyes are hazel and hair is fairly straight. Usually I keep my beard trimmed and tame, but due to recent circumstances, I've been a bit lazy. I still work out despite not actually playing amateurally anymore. People tell me I have a pretty big smile, especially when I'm laughing. Underneath my externalities, I have a nice collection of tattoos across my arms and chest. Yeah, I was part of that tattoo craze last year. I regret it now, but it's something I deal with.

And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm a pretty simple dude. I may wear a few fashionable cloths every now and then, ranging from brand name shirts, jackets, vests, pants, and shoes. But there are several occasions where I'll step outside in a plain t-shirt of any color, some regular jeans or khakis, and some plain tennis shoes. I'm not very high maintenance on my apparel unless I'm trying to impress somebody, but then again, who do I have to impress except for myself, right? As I said before, I've got a bunch of tattoos and I usually sport a man bracelet my mother gave me before she passed away.

What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Again, I'm pretty tall, but other than my obvious height, I think my smile is one of the biggest things people notice about me. When something is fucking hilarious, I'll laugh my ass off. Seriously, I'll laugh and you'll see my butt checks fall right off my backside. It's embarrassing sometimes, but fuck it, you know? Can't a guy laugh in peace? I guess another thing people notice is that I have problems dealing with major losses. I'm a big laugher, but some of my family members say I tend to withdraw and isolate myself from others when things get pretty bad. People worry too much. I'm not on suicide watch or anything like that.

Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
No lie, if I'm just sitting somewhere alone, I tend to zone out. Like, I'll just be sitting there eating a meal and I'll just... stop and just stare off into space into deep thought. Sometimes I'm thinking of some deep shit, but other times, I'm staring. I've had a few people come up to me and ask me if I'm alright. Other times, people just walk away.

So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
I'll admit, I'm a pretty difficult guy to read. I can be perceived as the cool laid back black guy or that crazy guy who has the extremely loud laugh. In reality, I'm kind of both. I know first impressions are lasting impressions, but I don't really care. People are gonna think whatever they want to think, you know? Nothing you can do about it but live your life.

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
Basketball has always been my first love, but it was taken away from me when I got "diagnosed" with an adjustment disorder. Doc said that me playing ball contributed to my depression, or whatever. It's all good. I kind of found safe haven in music. I rap, produce, and do other stuff like that. Don't tell anyone, but I was in the choir when I was younger, so I can carry a bit of tune, haha. Seriously though, don't tell anyone, a'ight?

Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
Uh, let's see... I mentioned basketball and music. Well, some other things I like... video games, movies, taking walks, smoking a joint here and there, partying, and mainly just kicking it, man. Honestly, I'd rather chill and clear my mind rather than going to a club sometimes. Another that I do like is a good woman. My ideal woman, however, is hard to get. No man wants to keep an easy woman; he won't cherish it because the journey didn't challenge him. Just a little poetry for ya.

And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
Well, there's I guess a couple of things that I don't really care for. I hate snooty people who always have their noses in the air. That shit is so annoying, man. Um, anything else... oh yeah, I don't like cats, pulpy orange juice (yeah I said it), being outside during cold weather, clingy women.... hmm.... TVs with butts on them, definitely. Come on, this is 2012, not 1997. Buy a flat screen, man. Uh, what else... my dad can be pretty stupid sometimes. And... sometimes I don't like the fact that I can't talk to my mom when I want to.

Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
Man.... I guess I've got a couple. I once tried to commit suicide, only because I was so mad when I found out about the death of my mother. It was pretty tough to deal with as a kid. I swallowed too many damn pills at once. Hell, I didn't even drink a swig of water when I did it. Threw all the pills back up within seconds. Doctors say I'm a bit reckless and that I need to be watched, especially if I'm around alcohol. I think their overreacting because I think I'm fine now. It's not like I'm slitting my wrists or anything. Never understood the purpose of willing cutting your skin.

My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
My sense of keeping my calm under pressure is, in my opinion. But sometimes I wish I could listen to my own advice. People look at me crazy now that I'm institutionalized for depression, ha.

And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
My strength is kind of my weakness. I give good advice, but sometimes, I'll admit, I have my head stuck up my ass and I don't listen to other people. I'm a bit arrogant in that regard.

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
My mom died in a car accident. My dad is a prison guard who would rather spend more time correcting inmates than kicking it with me. He really loves his job so I can't do anything but respect him for it. I don't have any siblings, but I guess you could say some of my friends back home are like my brothers and sisters.

Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
I've always wanted a dog. I'm actually thinking about buying one. A shrink I went to actually recommended I get one.

You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm a country boy, born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. I love my home town. There's always something going on down there every day. Never a dull moment, man. It's definitely a place I could see myself having a family. Hopefully I get accepted into a local university so that I can get this thing going.

I see, cool. So how come you ended up at Hawthorne]?[/color][/font][/b]
I got put here freshman year because I showed signs of severe depression. I honestly don't understand why I'm here, because I don't recall doing anything that made me look super depressed other than a suicide attempt. But man, that was a while back. I'm good now.

Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
You ask me all of these questions and you still want to know more? Damn. Well, I guess I'll start from the beginning.

Like I said, I was born to a black man and a white woman. Definitely didn't fair too well in the city of Atlanta, but I dealt with it. Got picked on when I was younger because of the difference of races between my parents, but I wasn't bothered by it too much. My mom was a real sweetheart. She had her moments when she annoying, but she always meant well in everything that she told me. My dad on the other hand, he was difficult. He cheated on my mom when I was young and they separated. Eventually they got back together, but it wasn't for them, it was for me. I can tell it hurt my pops to be in the same house with my mom, and even me. He didn't wanna be there.

Other than my father's mental absence in the home, everything went by normally. I started playing basketball in junior high school and I was pretty good at it. Albeit, I got into a couple of fights on the court and even at school, but everything else was going smoothly. My mother told me I was a very emotional man and that that could be a good thing. My father wasn't having it. He told me that being emotional was not the manly thing to do. He always told me that no one should ever know how a man is feeling by looking at him. I thought those were wise words when I was younger. Bullshit.

My mother died in a car accident my freshman year in high school. It happened so fast and unexpectedly, I didn't know how to handle it. I admit, I broke down, man. I cried. I haven't cried that hard since then. My father appeared unaffected by it. I don't' even remember him shedding a tear at the funeral. That's something I'll never understand. Nonetheless, some time after that, I got really, really depressed and I stopped playing ball and popped a shitload of pills. I almost killed myself, but I threw the pills right back up. No lie, I wanted to kill myself... I didn't have my mom and I had to deal with my dad without her. To this day, I still don't know how I manage. But I do.

So, here I am at Hawthorne Academy. I'll be the first to tell you that there are some crazy people here man. People with serious problems... all I can do is just shake my head haha. But there are some pretty cool people here. I don't know how much longer their gonna keep me here, but I'm ready to get back home or at least somewhere I can move on with my life.

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Xander!
19 going on 20![/color][/font][/b]
A long, long time...
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
A long, long time...
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
None as of yet!
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
The lovely Janet!
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
Umm... nothing that I know of!
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookiemonster!

Today was yet another long day in this chaotic world and Jarrod just knew that when he got back to his room, he was going to roll up. He wasn't a traditional smoker, but his father had messed with his mind again. Just when Jarrod thought he was going to get out of this hell hole of an institute, his father implied that his son wasn't ready. Words couldn't describe how distraught Jarrod was because although the specialists could say that he was more than prepared to leave, his father had the final say-so. Jarrod was cracked by his father at this point and displayed a weak moment, smoking again. Smoking marijuana made Jarrod think more than he normally should. Although it eased his mind, it also put him into a state of deep depression. He would smoke until his lungs exploded at this point.

Finally in his room after that long journey from the administration building, Jarrod through down his backpack on the bed and immediately pulled out the weed drawer underneath his folded clothes drawer. A small pack of leftover weed, but just enough to get him high and free his mind from the bullshit that his father threw at him just about thirty minutes ago. His eyes wandered around for anything that was similar to a joint and his eyes flickered when he found rolling papers on the counter top. Preparing the specimen, Jarrod to spit a few rhymes under his breath, nodding his head to the beat:

"Come here... I'm 'bout to take you higher,
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil gas, spark up ya lighter,
you might not be the one, but you one the that I desire."

He lifted the completed joint as he chuckled to himself before flicking the lighter. The lyrics originally reflected that of a woman that he wanted to have relations with, but in this case, he wanted to enjoy this reefer. Taking his first puff, Jarrod exhaled and looked out the window. "Man, I can't deal with this shit anymore." He thought back to four years ago when he attempted to pop some pills, in an effort to overdose. He was unsuccessful but he thought about how his father would react after losing his only son. Would he care? Jarrod doubted it. Hell, he probably would find enjoyment in knowing that he didn't have to 'deal' with Jarrod anymore.

"Nah that's too easy," Jarrod said to himself, as he exhaled a bit more smoke. Maybe his father was right, because all it took was one moment and here he was smoking weed again. He had promised he would quit because it wasn't good for him, and he also promised that he wouldn't let his father get to him, and here he was reflecting on a failed suicide attempt. Jarrod honeslty didn't know what to think at this point.

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