COOK, rory andrew

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rory andrew cook
twenty one ,, virginia beach,, say you love me//techie ,, bisexual ,, quiet ,, christofer drew ingle
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people say i'm funny, okay i guess i can be when i'm in the mood, but i'm pretty... iffy. like sometimes i'm all into it, and sometimes i just want to be left alone, it's anyone's guess what it's going to be at that point in time. sometimes i'm happy and cheery and all into everyone's conversations, and then i can change on a dime, it's almost as if i suffer from bipolar disorder, but i don't. it's just, the way i am i guess. like there's certain things that irk me and those things drive me up the wall, and they only annoy me if i'm feeling a certain way, i'm so weird. no one knows for sure why i'm like this, but i try and spare my little sister from my state. my twin isn't so lucky since she's a bitch. i feel terrible after, but i feel so good when i'm verbally attacking someone when it happens. revenge isn't sweet after the fact i guess. my jokes are pretty sarcastic, and dry. i just like making people laugh even when i lay on my personality a bit thick. getting people to laugh makes me think that they're starting to like me a bit more, or something stupid like that. i like perverted jokes, i like funny jokes, and i like sarcasm.

i'm pretty friendly, or i try to be most of the time, but it's hard. i'm quite prejudice if i really think about it. i try not to judge people by their look and their styles, or who they hang out with, but it's difficult. i've just been around people who are exactly how i perceive them, not that that works out now in the real world, but you know. if someone needs help i'll probably debate helping them, if not just help them, it's the way i am i guess. if someone you know, is mean to me, i'm probably not really going to bother with them much. i just, i just don't like it and if someone has a bad opinion of me i try and change it. so yeah, also if you're like new around somewhere and you talk to me, i'll talk with you and help you out learning the ways about something. you know how it is. And if you look like a lost puppy I'll help you. c;

i'm a lost cause in the romance department. i don't know what's up or down, i'm a complete and utter failure. if i think something's romantic, it's not. trust me, there's no way any of the things i come up with are romantic. i can't tell flirting from an eye twitch, and i'm sure as hell a lost cause in the bedroom. i'm not a virgin, but i hardly have any experience, just saying. i'm like a freaking noob in that bit of the social world, just throwing that out there for you all to judge me by.

i'm pretty laid back. i don't care about a lot of things, and i make it obvious. school? eh, what about it? i slid by, i didn't do so hot in the wonderful jail system. you could consider me lazy, and even by my standards i am a lazy fat ass, but i don't care. the only things i really care about is being liked, having fun, music, and my friends. other than that i don't give a shit, i just want to have fun. but i must admit, i get frustrated so so so easily, it's super sad to admit, not to mention embarrassing, but it's the truth. if i'm having trouble with math or something, when i was in school. i'd throw my notebooks across the room totally annoyed with the whole concept of math or whatever the fuck it was. i just hate dealing with shit that doesn't make sense, or completely frustrates me. i stress out about that shit.

i'm selectively mature. back up where i said i have a lot of mood shifts? this also effects this too. sometimes i'll be goofy and loony and act like i'm seven, in fact most of the time. but other times i'm straight up difficult, and completely literal. sometimes i whine, and sometimes i get annoyed by childish behaviors. when i say sometimes i whine, i mean i do it a lot. sometimes i'll join in with the childish behaviors. i've been getting better though, over the years. i get pessimistic when i'm mature, very negative and it's annoying. a huge kill joy, if you know what i mean.

i'm super innocent, like i've never had sex and i haven't really had a boyfriend. it's strange because i came out to my parents about being gay and they were cool, i just never had a boyfriend. if i didn't mention it before, i can be bubbly and loud. i'm usually pretty happy. you could also classify me as a brat sometimes, but i swear i'm not. i'm a huge nerd, i play games and shit, it's real fun. speaking of nerdy, i'm pretty tech savvy so i'm the techie for say you love me.

yeah so. i was born july 6, true life. i'm the older twin with my brother andy and i, dig it. my mom and i are really really tight, and my dad and i have our moments. i grew up really into music and games, and i didn't have many friends because everyone thought i was weird and quiet, but I had Andy and that made me happy.
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^{hey, so i'm MEGMEGMEGMEGAN. i've been roleplaying for four/five years now. as well as this character, i also play sooon andy.. you can reach me by pm,msn,etc if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by ALYSSSSAAAA and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Rory smiled as he looked around at the various chords spread around the stage. He liked doing his job therefore he did it well. He had a nice system going for him, he made sure that all of the chords were put away in such a way that made them impossible to get tangled. It wasn't as if it never happened though, they always somehow managed to get tangled. He used to get so frustrated with those stupid black wires, but he just mellowed out and found a system that worked... normally. It was obvious though that he often tweaked his techniques so that it would make it easier, he was always experimenting with those silly things. Well anyways, it was his first time on tour with this new band. He hoped that it was going to be fun to work with them because he liked his job. Well, that was a bit of a stretch, he didn't particularly like untangling wires upon wires, and cleaning up after people. He did, however, like the satisfaction of knowing that he was a huge piece of how the band functioned. That and he was pretty damn good at what he did.

He chewed on his lip silently as he waited for his mind to decide what he wanted to start with. The sooner he finished here the sooner he could smoke the joint... or was it a cigarette? ... whatever, the thing behind his ear, the substance full of something either illegal or addictive. Whichever item it was he knew that it would be absolutely wonderful, and completely satisfying. His lighter was ready and waiting in his pocket with his phone, the two objects he almost always had in whichever pants' pockets he was wearing. His eyes danced across the back stage area as he debated which wires he was going to go at first. His eyes darted to the boxes shaped strategically like guitars where the guitars and basses were kept. He smirked, duh, right there. Rory began with the guitars and put each one away in their respective cases before he moved on to the drums.

It was as if by magic most of the chords were away in their boxes, the microphones and their stands were well away, the guitars had been staked neatly, the drums were placed off to the side, and there were only a few last chords to be placed in one of the last boxes. Rory was sweating a little from the heat and the effort that he was exerting on the different instruments accessories; the important accessories that were nearly, and usually, completely necessary to any show that was played by any band ever. Rory chewed on his lip, he really wanted to finish sooner rather than later. He really wanted to know what drug was behind his ear, it was bugging him but he was not going to stop working to check. It'd be a nice surprise after he was done, if he ever got done. He checked the time on his phone and nearly died, he hadn't even been at this for very long, why the fuck did it seem to be taking him a fucking eternity.

He tossed another coiled up wire into it's box and took a sip of his juice box, glad that he'd remembered a couple of juice boxes for on the job. He probably wouldn't have been able to function without one. It was safe to say that Rory needed either a smoke or apple juice to get something done. The smoke, since he wasn't sure if he had a joint or a cigarette, would have to wait, so he'd settle for a juice box. That and he'd left his ciggies in his backpack, and only god knew where Rory'd left that piece of shit. He'd have to find it though, his wallet was in it. Of course there'd be something super super important in that stupid backpack.

He frowned for a moment as he tossed the last of the chords into the box. It was beginning to bother him a little. Where the hell would he have set that stupid rut-sack, with his luck he would have left it on the stairs back there. It was quite obvious that he wasn't paying attention when he got up on stage. Whatever, he'd have to suffer the consequences of being an idiot.

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