Post by elle on Dec 8, 2009 20:09:59 GMT -5
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FULL NAME Noah James Hamilton[/center]
AGE Twenty Five
OCCUPATION Unemployed / Former Marine Corps Lance Corporal
EDUCATION High School Graduate
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PLAY BY James Franco
PLAY BY AGE 31
APPEARANCETopping out at 5'11, Noah is considered about average height for a man. He's not the shortest guy you'll meet, but he's not the tallest, either. He is simply average. Average build, average weight, average height... Average is a word that Noah has used to describe himself almost his entire life. However, some people would disagree. It might be the curly brown hair or maybe it's the smoldering brown eyes, but one look at him and some girls take a double take. Don't bring this up to him, though. He has always sworn it was just that girls liked a guy in uniform, but since he has returned to civilian life the women haven't reacted any different. Beauty is subjective, but again, don't tell him that.
Now, once you move past what God gave Noah to work with you aren't left with much. his fashion sense has always been a little questionable. One day you might see him looking spiffy in a button up and jacket and then the next day he looks like that bum that sits outside the train station and begs for change. You see, Noah never really had to worry about having fashion sense or his own style. At work he wore camis and when he went home to his wife he'd crawl into whatever comfy she had laid out. He had it made. Now he's on his own, and well, he could probably use a little nudge in the right direction.---------------------
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MOTHER Vivian Gentry Hamilton
AGE 60
OCCUPATION Retired Nurse
FATHER Nathaniel Hamilton
AGE 61
OCCUPATION Retired Salesman
SIBLINGS N/A
AGE N/A
OCCUPATION N/A
WEALTH Upper Middle Class
HISTORYThe story of Vivian and Nathaniel Hamilton is not one you will hear told over and over again. It is not a fairy tale and it would not make a great prime time drama. The two didn't lock eyes across a crowded room and know that they would one day get married, Nathaniel didn't get Vivian pregnant and marry her out of respect, and Vivian didn't run off with Nathaniel behind her fiance's back. No, this relationship was not extraordinary in any way. They met through work, sounds romantic, right? The nurse dates the mildly handsome drug representative, that's one for the ages. By this time they were both in their thirties and ready to settle down. Sadly, neither of them had very many options. Within six months of dating the couple had decided to get married. They knew they didn't love each other the way that they should, but they were comfortable enough. Two working people who lived for their jobs and didn't expect much out of each other, it was the perfect business arrangement. Both people could have careers and still have a marriage. It seemed perfect, and it was for about the first five years.
The Hamilton's had spent the past five years focusing on their careers and only acting married when it fit into their busy schedules. Their sex life had dwindled down from endangered to extinct. Most nights you would find Nathaniel on the couch and Vivian asleep in the king size bed, alone. On occasion the two would go out for drinks and come home more attracted to each other than they had every been. It was on a night like this that Noah James Hamilton was conceived. Imagine Vivian's shock when she realized she had forgotten to take her pill that morning. Imagine the look on Nathaniel's face when she gave him the news. Anyone watching the scenario play out would have thought that someone had died, not that the couple would be welcoming a son into the world in just nine short months.
On July 15th, 1984 Noah was born. On July 16th, 1984 the happy couple took their son home. On July 25th, 1984 Noah James was sent to live with his maternal grandmother. The stress of raising a baby was just too much for the career oriented couple. Maternity leave had ended and Vivian had returned to work. She now had no time to look after little Noah. So, the right thing to do was to hand him over to someone who could raise him and love him, right? It wasn't as if he didn't see his parents. When they had a spare minute they would stop by and visit with their son, and as he got older take him places. The odd thing was, they were rarely together. It was as if Noah was growing up with single parents. It didn't really effect him much. He grew into a strong, active toddler. He had inherited his mothers brain and his father's charm, a volatile combination.
From the time Noah had started walking and talking he had wanted to be a doctor. That was always the answer he gave the teachers in elementary school when they asked what he wanted to be, and unlike his peers, his answer never changed. From elementary school to middle school to high school he kept his focus on his grades, with one goal in mind, med school. That was until he met Alyson Pate. she may not have been the most beautiful girl in school, but there was something about her that drove Noah absolutely crazy. She sat in front of him in biology and all he could do was smell her shampoo and long to run his fingers through her curly red hair. His new focus in life was making Alyson his. Med school got put on a back burner with his GPA. Which suffered drastically as he pursued his new found love. It didn't really take him long to catch her, and by senior year he had every intention of making her Alyson Hamilton.
Med school was now quite the lost cause, which as long as Noah had Alyson it didn't matter. On the night of graduation her proposed to his beautiful girlfriend and announced that he had chosen to go into the Marine Corps. He was going to boot camp in two weeks. Surprisingly, this did not upset his young fiance as much as he had expected. However, his wayward parents were furious. How could he throw his life away on something so frivolous? He was much to intelligent to enlist in the armed forces. Their son had a bright future ahead of him... a medical career, not a military one. How could they convince him not to do this? Unfortunately for them there was no reasoning with him. Two weeks alter, Noah kissed his mother on the forehead, shook hands with his father, and got on the bus to Parris Island.
After three and a half months, Noah graduates boot camp and comes home on his ten day leave. This is when he finally marries Alyson Pate, making her the new Mrs. Alyson Hamilton. The ceremony was beautiful and the honeymoon was short and sweet, before Noah was back on a bus and headed to camp Geiger for SOI (or school of infantry). during the 56 days he was there Alyson remained faithful. she lived with his grandmother, attended community college, and dutifully waited on her husband. She was the perfect military wife, for now anyway. When Noah was finally stationed at Camp Lejeune and the couple moved to Jacksonville, North Carolina, Alyson was quite upset. She had been forced to leave her home, her school, her life behind so that he could follow his dreams. She resented him. When he broke the news of his first deployment to her, she began to resent him even more. how was she supposed to live here by herself for a year? How could he do this to her? Once he had left for Iraq she found comfort in the arms of other men, many other men. But, like any good military wife she wrote her husband every day, telling him how much she loved him and how she couldn't wait for him tor return to her. As far as Noah knew, she was being a saint while he was over seas fighting for his country. That was until he received the letter. That dreaded Dear John letter. Just by looking at the envelope he knew something was wrong, it wasn't sealed in her signature pink envelope and it wasn't written on her favorite pink stationary. When he opened it there were two simple sentences scrawled out before him. "I have met someone else. I want a divorce." At twenty years old Noah Hamilton was getting a divorce. the pain was unbearable. Even when he was back stateside there was nothing that could fill the void. Especially when he found out she had remarried with in a month and was already pregnant. What else could he do but throw himself into his work? In the next five years Noah would serve two more deployments in one in Kuwait and one in Afghanistan. He would become emotionally detached, nothing but a war machine.
When it came time for him to EAS (end active service) or reenlist, it was a tough decision. Career military had never been his dream. Alyson had been his dream, and living in Jacksonville, seeing her everywhere with her two children and her husband drove him mad. His decision was made. On June 5th, 2009 Noah was no longer property of the U.S. Marine Corps. He locked up all remnants of his military life in a trunk, and hopped on the first flight out of North Carolina. He didn't care where it took him just as long as it was far, far away. when the plane landed in San Francisco, Noah knew this was the beginning of a new life. Whether it would be better than the last, he didn't know. The only way to know would be to find out.
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NAME Elle
AGE 21
YOUR EXPERIENCE about nine years on and off.
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W[/size][/font][/b][/i]hen Rhett moved to California he hadn't exactly made plans for housing. He simply packed up his things and hopped on a plane. Once here he only spent two days looking for a place. The Realtor he hired wanted to show him all of these elaborate houses in places he simply didn't like. After the first day she quickly caught on and began showing him lofts in different parts of the city. The third place she showed him was over a privately owned art gallery in Bel air. It was beyond perfect. Sure, it wasn't nearly as big as his loft in New York had been, but hey, he wasn't looking for extravagant. It had a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a large open area where he could fit a TV, dining table and still have quite a bit of room for his easel.
S[/size][/font][/b][/i]ince he'd moved in only one person had set foot in the place, and that was him. If he spent time with the few friends he had it was outside of his apartment. Then on a whim he'd invited a girl he'd never actually met over to his apartment this morning. Sure, they where just going to exchange art and have a cup of coffee before she went to work, but that still demanded quite a bit of cleaning on Rhett's part. The night before he had bleached pretty much everything. The three hours he spent cleaning certainly showed. The hard wood floors sparkled, as did the marble counter tops. Sure, there was a still a bit of bleach lingering in the air, but nothing a bit of febreeze couldn't fix. That and a pot of coffee would cover up just about any smell that lingered.
A[/size][/font][/b][/i]fter getting about four hours of sleep, Rhett woke at 5:00. Libby wasn't supposed to show up until seven, meaning he was actually pushed for time. You see his morning routine was meticulously planned out. he did the same thing every morning and it took quite a while. Hopefully today wouldn't have one of the dreaded repeats. he crawled out of bed and made it as quick as he could before heading the the bathroom to take a shower. After the ten minute shower he spent at least half an hour to get his hair to look the way he wanted it. This was quick, seeing as he usually spent forty five minutes to an hour. Today just seemed to be a good day. Day that it took him just two hours to get ready where destined to be amazing for their entire duration. It was that simple.
O[/size][/font][/b][/i]nce had was finished in the bathroom Rhett made it way to the closet muttering under his breath. Anyone who knew him would know that he was actually counting each step he took. Others would suspect that he was talking to himself. Neither of these options where pleasant, but Rhett would much prefer the first. He thought it made him seem less insane. It took seven steps to get from his bathroom to his closet, like it did everyday. One would assume that if he already knew exactly how many steps it would take that he wouldn't have to count. Unfortunately, that wasn't how it worked. Rhett knew exactly how many steps it would take him to get just about anywhere in his apartment, but he still counted. Why? Well, his brain told him to. It had never been something he could control. It was a fight he simply couldn't and wouldn't win. So, he counted.
G[/size][/font][/b][/i]rasping the knob to the closet door he twisted and pulled it open, but before he could get a look at the clothing inside he closed it and opened it two more times. This was another one of his ticks. Sometimes his brain would require him to do things in sets of three. It wasn't everything, just every so often. It wasn't nearly as bad as the counting, but it certainly did get annoying when one was trying to get things done. When the closet was finally open, Rhett searched through his clothing and picked out his favorite blue button up and a pair of black slacks. Most people would have chosen this outfit to go to church or a job interview, but Rhett was the kind of guy who'd wear a tie everyday and not care what other people thought. No tie today, though. He didn't have one that went with that shirt.
P[/size][/font][/b][/i]lacing the shirt and pant on the ironing board Rhett began the second to last phase of his morning routine. Once his clothes where wrinkle free he'd put them on and take the seven steps back to his bathroom in order to brush his teeth. Now do you see just how bad his ticks are? When Rhett says he's odd, he means he's odd. He's never been a fan of exaggeration and would never play things up. Who do you know who spends forty five minutes picking out their clothes and ironing them? Most people around here pay people to do that for them. Even if Rhett hired someone he'd be paying them to do nothing, because there was no way he was going to let someone else touch his things, or do the chore he found necessary. It was a waste of money, money he didn't feel like letting go of.
W[/size][/font][/b][/i]ith his morning routine now behind him Rhett started a pot of coffee and began flipping through the canvases leaning against the wall next to his easel. Yes, he had several of his painting displayed on the walls around the loft, but these where his newer works here, and there was a specific one he intended to show Libby. Just after he'd moved here Rhett had spent days and days in front of that easel, staring out the window and painting. His favorite piece that came out of those few days was what most would call an artistic nude, though it was a bit abstract. The anatomically correct human heart that was displayed on the outside of the man's bare chest was the best part, in his mind. What exactly was he thinking when he painted something so graphic? Well, it was metaphorical. He felt as if he had worn his heart on the outside of his chest when he'd been in New York with Scarlet. He'd been in pain when he'd painted this, and anyone with sense could tell. Though, he hadn't actually showed it to anyone yet. Pulling it slowly from the rest of the paintings he leaned it against the base of the easel and went back to the pot of coffee. Libby would be here any minute and coffee was a necessity.
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