BOSS, hayden james

[hayden]

hayden james boss
twenty three ,, new york, new york ,, manager for wdwm ,, straight ,, perfectionist
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"so you want to interview me? okay. so hi, i’m hayden james boss; please though, justtt call me hoss or boss or hoss the boss. i really don’t fly with this hayden shit; it’s a long story i don’t really want to get into. anyway, i’m 23 years old and my birthday is may 5th, 1986...i know, right, i’m a hell of an old man. it sucks. that’s beside the point though, haha. i’m the manager for we dance with monsters; yep, that’s right. i plan out what they’re doing it and when the fuck they’re doing it. if they don’t like it? they can go suck a dick. that’s kind of my philosophy with most things, actually, now that i think about it.

anyway, what’s the best way to describe myself? i’m a cocky asshole, i guess. yeah, i think that’s a good way to describe me. i know you’re probably thinking to yourself ‘god who does this guy think he is’? but trust me, i have my reasons to be cocky. the ladies love it, it gives me an excuse to be right all the time and you know, i had my little share of fame; yeah i used to be a little band boy like you and i left after shit started getting whack. that was two years ago when i was twenty one BUT we’ll get to that later. so yeah, cocky, an asshole...i’m kind of abrasive? i don’t know if that’s the right word, but i’m definitely not a sweetheart, cutie pie like everyone seems to expect from me. i swear like a sailor, if i think you’re a whore and you’re being a hypocritical bitch i’m gonna call you out on it. i mean, you’re either going to love me or hate me, but i’m a master of manipulation. seriously, i’m a manwhore. i’m not going to lie to you, but i am. i like women and i like getting my dick sucked and i really like women who are willing to do that for me. i can be really, really, really painfully nice when i want something bad enough. but usually? forget it. i have to really like you if i’m going to be nice to you twenty four seven.

yeah, i’m definitely all ‘my way or the highway’; seriously, if i wasn’t, the little boys in the band would be getting nothing done. you really don’t want to fight with me either; look at me? i’m a beast. i’m really picky about the state i keep my body and i’m the type of guy who wakes up at 6 every morning, rain or shine, great or hungover, to go run. i ran cross country in high school; i made it to state junior and senior year and i did pretty fucking good. i was that popular jock asshole in high school; no big deal. but yeah, i’m kind of a health freak (but don’t get me wrong...i eat pretty shitty sometimes) and i’m seriously way too active for my own good. i do a lot of working out in my spare time. it’s fun and a great stress relief, kay? yeah, one of my ultimate life goals is to go and climb mount everest; fuck can you even imagine how amazing it would feel to stand on top of the world? yeah, seriously. i really want to do it. i need to do it. umm anyway. i’m kind of an alcoholic; i love drinking and i do a lot of it when i have the chance. that’s why i said kind of; i’m definitely not drunk all the time, but hey, whatever. don’t judge!

okay history...uhh i was born in may to my parents, ryan and kelly boss. my little sister was born four and a half years later, no big deal. my family was pretty tight when i was a kid; we had family dinners and my mom stayed at home, it was a really good life. i can’t complain. but when i was twelve, my parents ended up getting a divorce because my dad is the epitome of douchefuck...he cheated on my mom with his secretary. Talk about fucking stereotypical and classy, right? anyway, my parents divorced and my dad ended up moving to phoenix, arizona with the secretary whose name is shelly or shelby or something like that. so then it was me, my sister and my mom chillin’ up in new york and stuff. i was forced to visit dad and his whore every summer from age twelve to age eighteen; when i was eighteen i flat out told him to go fuck himself and that i wasn’t going to visit anymore. aren’t i a great kid? yeah, i’ve seen him twice since then and it’s always really awkward and yeah; dad and i don’t get along at all.

when i was sixteen, me and some of my best friends from school formed this band, right. and it really took off. like realllly fucking took off; we were touring and shit by the time we were all eighteen and nineteen and i have to say, it was great. when i was twenty one, i was pretty unhappy. i don’t know...we were selling out or something. it’s hard to talk about because i put a lot into that band. but yeah, i left and they’re still living it up and being famous and it fuckin’ sucks. i miss it. but i made the right choice. i found this great group of kids who needed my guidance and experience, and bam. here i am, being a badass. i love it. "





^{hey, so i'm sunny. i've been roleplaying for four years now. as well as this character, i also play kaela nicole payne. you can reach me by aim: joranimooo if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by ad on moments between sleep and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

It’s morning. Was that really the best excuse that Grace could come up with? It didn’t really matter; Seth knew that that was her typical excuse. He could definitely remember back in school when their mother would hand Grace the task of waking him and that was always her excuse why he should take the effort to roll out of bed when the then teenaged Seth would much rather sleep in. “Not good enough.” He grumbled, rolling over and wishing that some sort of heavenly intervention would happen so that he wouldn’t have to get out of bed. Grace’s next words definitely piqued his interest though and he looked at her, brow raised. “Oh, really now?” Okay, so maybe he sounded kind of rude, but Seth really did not take well to being stood up, especially by his little sister. And after their previous plans being completely forgetting in lieu of the whole engagement? Part of him was just flat out pissed off, another part was understood and yet a whole different part was just flat out hurt. Yeah, it hurt when your own sister wouldn’t even come talk to you about the fact that she had, oh my god, just gotten engaged. Was she attempting to give him space? Hell, Seth didn’t know. All he knew was that he had some extremely mixed feelings about the whole deal and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be happy, or upset, or angry or, well, anything. “No,” Seth argued at her demanding his getting out of bed. “Nope. You owe me at least this much. Bring me coffee in bed and then I might think about it. You know?” Okay, so maybe acting like a prince wouldn’t accomplish much but Seth knew how Grace worked and he knew that he could definitely get a lot out of her when she was aware that he was upset about something. He was definitely planning on using that to his advantage. No big deal, right?

For now, he just sighed and relaxed against his pillows, listening to the sounds of Grace moving around and making him his coffee. So he was in a bit of a bad mood; who could blame him? Regardless he knew that Grace didn’t deserve it and he was definitely going to attempt to be nice to her. Being nice to Grace wasn’t that difficult…most days. If he was going to be upset, it needed to be with Garret. Or, better yet, nobody. Seth wasn’t even that angry of a guy; the only times he usually got mad was when it dealt with Garret (mostly because he definitely knew how to press every single one of Seth’s buttons) or when he was hung over, overly tired or sick. Oh he was definitely able to feel the pangs of guilt for his bad mood and it had only been what? A few minutes? It wasn’t a good sign. Seth sighed, licking his lips, and pushed his glasses up, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips. His eyes were killing him; it was a probably a combination of being tired and straining his eyes. Yeah, his vision was bad. It was really bad, actually, and Seth had times when he was too lazy to get his glasses (even though he knew full well that he wouldn’t be able to see, period) and would then strain to see, which would simply give him one major headache. He was about ready to roll out of bed to go put his contacts in and get ready for the day when Grace appeared with his cup of glorious coffee.

“That’s the problem, Gracie.” Seth stated, peering over the side of his bed to see her coming toward him. “Almost nine is too early. Do you even remember the last time I woke up before nine?” He cracked a rather amused smile, since he knew that Grace would know exactly what he meant. The last time Seth had actually gotten out of bed before nine am really wasn’t that long ago, but it had definitely not been a good morning since there had been no coffee involved. “God you have no idea how glad I am not to have a normal job.” Which he very much was. Seth knew that there was no way in hell he would ever be able to hold a nine to five job, five days a week for the rest of his working life. It was too…god he couldn’t even think of the proper words to describe it. He just knew it would be impossible for him…mostly because he definitely liked to sleep way too much for his own good.

As Grace held out his coffee, he took it with a happy sigh and took a nice, long sip from it. “Thanks, bug.” He said, using an old nickname for her. “It’s good. And be patient, little girl, I’m getting up right now. No need to drag me. You probably couldn’t do it even if you tried. You’re just so weak.” He flashed her a cheek smile as he carefully maneuvered his way from his bunk. “And you better mean that ‘all day’ thing, Grace. No distractions. You owe me at least this much.” Okay, so maybe the ‘you owe me’ part of his statement sounded a bit cryptic, but he really didn’t care. He knew that Grace was busy and the ‘all day’ probably just meant a couple of hours; she was busy after all what with her job and boyfr—fiancé. He would be lucky to get that much time; frankly he was kind of jealous of the amount of time Garret got to spend with his sister. He understood why, but that didn’t make it any easier. Seth just didn’t trust him. What could he do other than being a major tool though? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. With a sigh, he stretched as well as he could with coffee in hand and then took another drink, already feeling more awake and alert than he had minutes before. What was it about caffeine? Seth figured he was an addict or something. He appreciated it though because now he was able to turn to Grace and offer a more legitimate smile. “So what do you want to do today? Since I’m going to be a nice brother and let you pick.” Would he regret it? Nah. It was precious time spent with his sister; whatever she made him do would definitely be worth it.

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