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Jonnie Walker

"EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO THEIR OWN SORROW, FOR THE HEART HAS NO METRICS OR FORM OF MEASURE. AND ALL OF IT... IRREPLACEABLE."

"HOW CAN I BE THE HERO WHEN I'M THE ONE WHO NEEDS SAVING?"

TRAITS

Probably the most easily noticeable of Jonnie’s traits is his southern accent. While always making a point to speak properly, mainly thanks to his mother’s influence growing up, there is an obvious “twang” to everything he says. Jonnie also likes hiking and fishing and has even been known to hunt, but his favorite extracurricular is boxing, something his father taught him. Jonnie is also an amateur mechanic, and one of his favorite things to do when he’s alone is work on his motorcycle. Jonnie also loves playing the guitar and watching old, black and white movies, mainly because both remind him of his mother.

As far as who Jonnie is, opinions vary a great deal from person to person and clique to clique. Most adults see him as an immature, degenerate prone to underage drinking and drug use who has little to no respect for his elders or authority. While isn’t a complete exaggeration, Jonnie’s inclination towards disrespect for adults is a product of his resentment for his neglectful father. While growing up, his father took some interest in Jonnie’s life, even enough to get Jonnie into boxing, his father soon became almost nonexistent in his life after taking a seat in the Alabama Senate.

His reputation among most students, while somewhat varied, is usually along the lines of the popular, jock-ish, bad boy who hosts the parties that always have alcohol. Another commonly held opinion of Jonnie is that he’s a genuinely nice person. Never one to bully, despite being among the clique notorious for it. Jonnie is also pretty charming and seen as being able to talk his way out of any situation or convince people of almost anything. Most also see him as having an endearing, goofy personality.

While all of this isn’t false, and what everyone sees of Jonnie isn’t a complete façade, Jonnie has another layer to himself that he keeps buried deep inside that he only shares with his closest friends; and even then, most of his close friends will admit to feeling like Jonnie is never really open with them. This is a result of Jonnie’s aversion to emotional situations and expressing his feelings through words. Jonnie is very much an “actions speak louder than words” type of guy and while he might not say he loves you, he’ll be the first to drop everything to drive 500 miles just to give you a ride home when your car breaks down. Jonnie is also prone to acting without thinking and is known for having a temper, something he gets from his father. Still, beneath all of his anger, his partying, and his dedication to his friends, Jonnie is really just a lonely, rich boy who struggles to keep his real feelings buried every minute of every day, who lost his mother and has a father who co-stars in his life as a mortal enemy.

Even further beneath his mask, Jonnie has a closely guarded secret that he has only ever told 2 people and is the reason his father sent him to California. Jonnie’s gay and he tells no one.

"WHAT A SHAME. WHAT A SHAME. BEAUTIFUL SCARS ON CRITICAL VEINS."

HIS PAST

Jonnie's family has always had money, at least as far back as he can remember. His father inherited the Walker Steel Company in Alabama as soon as his grand father died and from that, Jonnie's father managed to accumulate several billions by 1990. Starting in 1996, Jonnie's father ran for public office and after serving a term in the Alabama state Senate, he was elected to the US Senate in 2002. Since then, he's served as an Alabama's Senator for the Republican Party. Growing up, this was never an issue. His father, also being retired military, spent a lot of time teaching his son and raising him to be a "real man" while his mother provided him with more emotionally nurturing attention.

By the time Jonnie had entered junior high, he and his father really started to butt heads; and, by the time he entered high school, Jonnie and his father would regularly get into full-on fist fights. While at school, Jonnie was usually well liked by his peers by despised by his teachers for being a distraction, always being late, and regularly being rude. On the weekends, he and his friends would go out drinking on his family's property, which was being enough to avoid being see by anyone. Before the start of his junior year in high school, his mother would be caught in an accident and die before they could get her to the hospital. Needless to say, Jonnie was devastated, as was his father and although this might have been a good opportunity for the two to finally gain some common ground with one another, this turn of events ultimately laid the frame for them to become the perpetual enemies they are today. After numerous fights, accusations of apathy towards the death of his mother, misguided attempts at consoling him, and inappropriate groundings in response to a teen dealing with the death of his mother, are some of the incidents that inevitably led to Jonnie hating his father.

Things finally boiled over when one afternoon, when his father came home from the office early and caught Jonnie in his bedroom kissing another boy. His father, a devout Pentacostal and a Republican politician, lost it. He kicked the other boy out and "disciplined" Jonnie for the rest of the night Disciplining him usually meaning they kick-boxed. After the two thuroughly beating the crap out of one another, Jonnie's father decided that, since Jonnie was not going to change his behavior, the best choice to protect his position was to uproot Jonnie's life and send him to a boarding school in California. Far from Alabama and its politics and ultimately out of his father's hair.

So begins...

Jonnie Walker's Story

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California

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Character Portrait: Stephanie Livingston

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#2016-04-14 07:31:57, as written by Sophiex

Today was the first official day back on Crossroads Academy's campus, and there was an undeniable air of excitement and jitters on campus. Throughout the morning, cars had driven up the long driveway that led onto the campus, packed to the brink with parents, children, and suitcases filled with everything a teenager could need, only to be drive right back down it a little while later, empty, and usually with teary-eyed parents. It was nothing less than a tradition, and though many felt it was sad to see their parents go, most students did genuinely like Crossroads Academy. The fact that it was located right on the beautiful California coast played a part in it, and it possessing facilities nice enough to rival top colleges was a perk too, but the relationships made while at a boarding school were different than at many normal high schools. They were stronger, or that's what many of Crossroads' students would tell you, anyway.

Like the other dorm advisers on campus, Holly and Brian had spent their mornings acquainting themselves to parents and helping students move into their rooms. They had moved on campus a few days before, and though this meant that their summers were over too, they were both glad that the school year was starting. While Holly had worked as a dorm adviser for four years, and had acted as a dorm adviser for the girls she would be living with this year since they were freshman, Brian was new to this. He had been a faculty member for Crossroads for a year before, but this was the first year that he was going to be a dorm adviser. Life circumstances combined with knowing that his paycheck would look even better if he was a dorm adviser had led him to accepting the additional position, and though he was excited, he was understandably nervous as well. He knew that this position would require him to take on an extra level of responsibility and respect for rules and guidelines, but he also knew that he had to be understanding enough to get a bunch of teenage boys to like him... or at least trust him. It was going to be an interesting experience, that much he was sure of, but he didn't have much time to worry during the morning, as he really had been busy helping kids move in. He was grateful that he had been assigned a senior dorm, only because that meant that there were slightly less parents involved. Senior students were allowed to have cars on campus, and that meant that in some cases, for those who had cars, they were driving themselves onto campus and there were a few less introductions that Brian was forced through. In the girls dorm, Holly was experiencing a similar thing, but by now she knew most of her girls' parents, and for her, introductions were welcomed anyway. She was friendly and bubbly, and far too used to this to be bothered by the first-day events.

While Brian helped some students in 3C of Chase move into their dorm, Holly was on the second floor of Wright Hall. Most of the dormitory room doors were open, with girls coming in and out as they either helped each other move into their rooms, moved into their own rooms, or were in and out socializing. She skimmed the sheet of paper in her hand that listed which room each girl was in, and once she found the name that she had starred, she headed towards dormitory room 2B. The girl's dorm had one new student this year, and Holly thought that it was best that she introduce herself and make sure that the new student, Emma, was getting settled in all right. The door to get into the dormitory was open, so Holly gently pushed it open and entered the common space of the four bedroom dorm. "Girls, is Emma here yet?" Holly called out, unsure if Emma was there herself, or if the other girls rooming there, London, Dytto or Farrah would be there. She knew the other three girls from acting as an adviser to them for the past three years, so introductions there were unnecessary, though she was glad to be back with them as well.

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California

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#2016-04-14 21:47:18, as written by Girl2Fine2

Theme Song ღ Bedroom: X, X, X ღ Mood: Disinterested ღ Outfit ღ Location: Wright Hall, Second Floor

"All I'm saying, sweetie, is that you could've waited for Bernard," Amelia Arnault exclaimed, frustrated, as she spread the furry duvet at the foot of her daughter's bed. The teen in question, with her back facing her mother as she set up various photos and trinkets on the shelves of her armory, rolled her eyes. "And I'm just saying that if I actually waited for Bernard, I would be waiting for Katherine and she might not have made it to the school if I did that." Was her retort, spoken calmly enough to not seem fazed by her step-sister's attitude from earlier, but with enough contempt laced in her voice that her own frustration was noted. Not that that did her anything. Dytto didn't have to turn around to note the disapproving stare her mother shot her; she could feel it digging into the back of her head.

In Dytto's head, and possibly in her mother's though the older woman was noted for trying to be understanding towards her step-daughter - and trying was the operative word when thinking about the spoiled little brat known as Katherine Arnault - she was not at fault here. Unlike Katherine, she had jumped up immediately when the housing selection began and chose her room - in fact, she had chosen her room before even London had. Which was the main reason why Katherine was upset. London had chosen a room in their dorm suite and because Katherine simply expected she was going to get the room that she wanted, she ended up choosing too late and the other two rooms had been taken. Upon that discovery, she had "anticipated" Dytto's acquiescence; obviously, the dancer was supposed to give up the space she had picked simply because Katherine demanded so. She must have forgotten who her step-sister was. A yelling match followed by Dytto's mother having to physically get in between the two, and Dytto had stormed off earlier that morning in her garnet Porsche Cayenne with Amelia following with a much larger truck to assist in moving Dytto into her dorm. She even decided to look extra cute, simply because she knew Katherine would have shit to say and she wanted to feel powerful. And nothing helped like a pair of stilettos that she was obviously gonna trade for a pair of high tops once classes started.

Luckily for her, since she honestly did not feel like pretending to ignore Farrah or even attempting to be nice to the new girl she heard was going to be moving in with them, no one had been present in the suite, so Dytto hurried to set up her bedroom. With the assistance of a few artists and cheerleaders, no doubt. She had picked up Starbucks for those who helped and it was only a few minutes ago that the others departed, each with their own drinks and Dytto in her mature taupe-grey themed bedroom that Kylie Jenner totally stole from her when she first said that that was her bedroom theme for the school year on social media. But of course, nobody was going to talk about that. "Deanna..." Her mom's pause was enough to make Dytto turn around, arms folded over her chest. Her long chestnut mane fell down her back in a sleek waterfall, one of her many snapbacks on top of her head. "I really wish you'd try a little harder to be patient. It's just a room." Dytto rolled her lightly-lined baby blues for the umpteenth time today and picked up her Venti Very Berry Hibiscus to take a long draw of the fruity beverage. "Yeah, well, you're right. It's just a room, my room at that, and if the brat wants to come to blows over it, you know that I don't mind. Might do her some good." Amelia sighed, as if still disapproving. What she couldn't stop, however, was the small smirk forming on her lips as she stood and crossed the room to her daughter. "I know you don't mind." Dytto smirked in response. "And neither do you."

Distantly, she heard what she thought was Holly's voice and a younger one, but with her door closed, Dytto didn't feel the need to strain her ears to decipher whose. She honestly did not care. She had not picked her room to be friends with people; it had been out of convenience. There was a particular view she wanted; this room had it. Even if two people she liked were in the other suite. She would just go over whenever she felt like it. "I'll go check to see if the boys need any help with that TV," Amelia said after a beat, touched Dytto's shoulder briefly, and headed to the door just as there was a knock. Dytto groaned and Amelia mouthed for her to behave before opening it, smiling at the blonde standing on the other side. "Oh, London, right!? Katherine'll be here soon, I believe. There was....a small hold up." Dytto rolled her eyes at her mother's need to explain herself and watched the older woman exit, walking up to the door so that she was standing directly in its frame. And to keep London from entering her space. Nathan was helping with getting her television from the truck and a few jocks needed to help, so Dytto wouldn't be surprised if they would arrive soon enough. "Yeah, she needed some daddy-and-me time or something like that," she added disinterestedly, drinking more of her beverage before noting Holly. A much more welcome presence. "Hey, Hollz!" The RA brightened up instantly when she caught sight of the brunette and walked over, hugging Dytto when the girl actually extended an arm. It took them a few years, but eventually, Dytto got used to showing the woman affection. It helped that she was pretty cool.

"I was wondering when you would get here, Miss World of Dance host," Holly replied and Dytto smilled, her straight white teeth showing from behind her plump, currently dark red lips. "Stop, stop...you're flattering me," she exclaimed before laughing at the woman she had teased. Holly laughed as well before gesturing to London. "It seems you two picked the best rooms in the suite. Isn't that a surprise?" Holly decided to bring up, as if wanting to begin some kind of dialogue between the two girls. Which Dytto didn't really want. Why should she? She and London weren't friends and as far as she was concerned, they weren't enemies either. No need to change shit just because they were roommates for the year. "Yeah, well, what can I say? I wanted the backdrop for dance videos." She said, pulling her IPhone 6 Plus from the pocket of her high-waisted skinny jeans in order to see where her friends were.

To: Black Widow, Esper, Nate, Fred, Joe, Jonnie
Yo, where is evrybody?

To: Liam
Ur girlfriend is here

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California

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#2016-04-14 22:55:24, as written by illusivedreamer

Outfit

"I love you too mami, but I really must go," Esperanza said coolly as she sat on a bench, holding her iPhone 5S to her ear. The Latina was desperate to get off her phone, the more she talked the more minutes would be wasted while her mother cried drunkenly in Spanish. "I'll call you every week, just like last year, bueno?" Her mother couldn't respond through her tears. Esper, jammed her finger onto the end call button. She didn't really have time for her mother's shit. Just as the girl was getting up, her phone received two text messages. One from London, the other from Dytto. Seeing Dytto's name flash across the screen made her sick. She wasn't ready to deal with what was happening yet. Esper has spent her summer trying to get over her, but failed miserably. Inhaling sharply, she replied to London first.

To: Main Bitch
Outside of Wright Hall, I've spent the past hour trying to calm my delusional mother down. Help me unpack my final things?

She nearly banged her head on the door as she walked into Wright Hall, "Oh fucking shit!" she cursed. Esper had no filter on her mouth. Luckily no one was around to make fun of her. She kicked the door closed behind her as she walked into the common area. There were a few girls in there, most of them she didn't know. "Auntie Snix has arrived on the Bitchtown Express, you besta believe it!" She flipped her burnt umber tresses behind her all diva like. Esper did not know what their reaction was because she was already making her way up the stairs. She was certain that she had the shittiest roommates ever. Natalya Volkova, Katherine Arnault, and Eloise Tailer. She hated two out of her three roommates. Natalya on the other hand, was cool in her book. Once she made her way to the second floor, she pulled her phone out to make some other texts.

To: Dytto
I'm heading to my dorm now, glad to see you missed me too.

She silently cringed at that remark, was that too flirty? Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind as she pushed open the dorm room to 2A. Her face was as white as a ghost. She opened the door to Room A and closed it suddenly. Her eyes trailed to the room that was somewhat complete. She had her dresses hanging up in the closet, some of her clothes in the drawers, and her cheerleading uniform on a hanger near the bed. On the wall was a magnificent painting of the sea which Esper liked looking at when she was stressed. On the walls were a few posters of Justin Timberlake, Rihanna, Beyonce, and Britney Spears. She preferred 00's pop music to today's pop music, it was just a little better quality in her opinion. After a few deep breaths, she looked down at her phone. Who the hell freaks out over a text? It shouldn't have been her. She huffed, looking at her contacts. She needed to let Farrah know she was here, otherwise she was sure her bestie would kill her. One to her "boyfriend" Jonnie. They had to make their relationship believable after all. She also needed to send one to Natalya, since she did not see her when she entered the dorm room.

To: Farrah my Babe
You here yet? I literally have the worst roommates ever.

To: Jonnie
You better be at the barbeque. Also make sure to take a mint, your breath smells.

To: Russian Barbie
We're roomies this year with Katherine, it's literally going to be like one of those shitty reality shows.

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Jonnie Walker

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a character in “Crossroads Academy”, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Jonnie Walker's Story

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