Post by ALASKA LOGAN JACOBS on Jul 19, 2013 18:16:08 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] ALASKA L JACOBS TWENTY TWO | HETEROSEXUAL | BARTENDER | TOWNSFOLK | HANNA-BETH MARJOS THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? Ugh, great questions. My name is Alaska Logan Jacobs, make fun of it I'll punch you in the throat. Got it? THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? Well i moved back a week ago and luckily attrait needed a bartender and a dancer. So I work there doing both, I'm also trying to find somewhere i can start teaching dance to the less fortunate. Kids who don't have the money to pay what mine did for me. For now thought its dancing and scraping by until I can figure more things out about myself and who and where i need to be. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? Dancing is my passion. It's still one of the only things I live for. When i dance it's like i'm dreaming, and everything is perfect, i don't have to care or worry or anything when the music is on and I'm dancing. Its the one good thing left about me. Everything esle is boos, hook-ups, cigarettes, other very bad things I'm not going to mention cause i'm not in the mood to go to jail. Anyway. i'm pretty much a screw up. That's my hobbies, fucking up and not dealing with it. awesome huh? WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? Yeah. I mean dancing is still the one thing that keeps me grounded, but smoking and drinking and covering everything up with the easy way out has made me a cold hearted bitch. i don't care to hear about people's problems and I won't people butting into mine. I take care of myself and I will be the first to tell you to get lost of you're bugging me, and if you have a problem with me, let me know cause i'm not that sweet little Alaska everyone around here once knew. I like to be left alone, and I like to go to my job make my money, waste it on boos, go home, get laid and wake up and start over. On a good day i'll sneak a tattoo in, and maybe even break down a little and show someone my soft side that i've sealed away. I've don't know what else you want me to say. I think i've summed up pretty much everything I THINK you should know about me. Not trying to be an open book for you to read to the world ya'know? A COOL CAT LIKE YOU MUST HAVE A TON OF SUITORS FLOCKING TO YOU, HUH? Oh lord. Relationships. Haven't been in one of those for three years or so now. I doubt i'd even know how to be in one anymore. But I can tell you all about my first and only one i've ever had, not including my first kiss. Let's start there. Zachary tyler Lockwood, former best friend. I met him my first day of kinder. He was an annoying little fuck I must say, and for the first week he followed me everywhere and it was fun, until the second friday at school, we were on the reading ladder and he kissed me. I pushed him off, causing him to break his arm...inseparable ever since. We never actually dated, And we only kissed one more time after that... It was right before I started dating Spencer. Zach had a girlfriend already, and when things began to get serious with Spencer and I, well i'm not sure, Zach kissed me, like he knew once spencer and I started dating it would never happen again. It never did. Spencer was that bad boy every girl wanted at our age, and he brought me out of my shell. He showed me how to push the limit with out getting into trouble, how to have fun and we both shared a passion for music, as did zach and I. They started a band, and I did dance, we were like the three musketeers. I loved Spencer, more then anything, and looking back I don't know why i did what i did, well i mean i do, it's complicated. But i did love both of them, with spencer it was care free, fun, different and with Zach it was safe and slow and i could always tell him exactly what was on my mind. I don't know what it would be like if i had stayed. Part of me wants to believe that spencer and i would be getting married soon, and planning on having kids and a future, but things always change, and after leaving for three years with out even the slightest goodbye, I doubt either of them will ever want anything to do with me again. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? My mother was a nurse and my father a lawyer. They shaped my life in more ways then i could ever explain, and though they aren't here anymore, I struggle everyday to be what they dreamed me to be, sadly enough I'm sure they would be very disappointed in me. as for my little brother, he was to young for the terrible thing that happened in his life, and if i was a better sister I could have changed that. I don't want to talk about this anymore, can we move on? AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. Alright, now it's time to actually go into detail about my past. My mother and father had me at a pretty young age. they were both still in their twentys when i was born. I grew up having two amazing people guiding me in any direction i wanted to go. when i started kinder they decided to have another kid. He was my baby brother, and I loved him the moment I saw him. I knew right then and there i would always protect him and i would always be there for him, I didn't know one day i would lose him in the blink of an eye. I'll skip over all of the Zachary stuff, cause we've went over that, but basically it was him and I against the world. He went to my dance recitals and never made of me when I fell on my face, which happened a lot. Like I said, I loved him, but I didn't know how, and when he brought his friend spencer around, I couldn't help but just want to be with spencer. So I did. Two years is a long time to be together in highschool, and it wasn't that off and on kind of thing, we were together two years no break-ups, and only a couple of lover tiffs. I thought I'd be with him forever, I also thought I'd have Zachary forever, and my mother and father, and well my little brother. I lost all of them. It was a week after graduation, the fair was in town, Spencer, Zachary and I went to it and my brother wanted to come so badly and I told him no. My mom and dad begged to let him go, and I just wasn't having it, I told them no and headed out. I was home by one o'clock, two hours to late. Flashing lights and new reporters stand in the street. An officer came and sat me down, holding me as he told me the horrific news. My mother, father and brother were victims to a home invasion, none of them made it. Spencer and Zachary tired so hard to be there for me, but it wasn't what i wanted. I wanted to die, It was my fault at very least my brother didn't live. I promised I would protect him for as long as i lived, and if he would of come with me, he would still be alive today, but he's not and that's my fault. I was under watch for the next two months, and I couldn't live that way anymore. I hated the stares, I hated the looks I got, I hated everything about the town I'd been raised in. So I left. I packed my things and went to texas. I didn't look back and I didn't say goodbye. Not to spencer, not to zach not to anyone, it was like i'd fallen off the face of the earth, three years later...here I am, and no body but you knows yet. So that pretty much wraps that up. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. My biggest secret...really? Uhm well. Deep down I care more then anyone could ever know, and I'm scared. Acting like i've given up is so much easier then struggling everyday to be okay and deal with everything. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! I dream to grow even more. I dream to one day fight my demons and be able to look at myself and not hate what I see or the people around me. I dream to take my dancing the next level. I wanna be known for more then the girl whos family was murdered, i don't wanna be known as the girl who runs away. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. oh yeah so nice. had a blast. not. BEHIND THE MASK ALIAS | AGE | TIME ZONE | FOUND US? | OTHER CHARACTERS Why did she ever come back to this dreadful hell hole of a town? Alaska asked herself as she stood behind the bar of the night club. Moving back only a week ago, Alaska lucked out in scoring a job bartending and though she'd probably be drunk herself half the time a job was a job. So far she hadn't run into anyone she'd grew up with, and sometimes she felt as if that was more a good thing then a bad thing. Leaving for three years and not telling a single person goodbye, well that can cause a few hurt feelings and some angry people. Not only that, but running into people always brings a lot of unwanted and unneeded question. "Are you okay?" "Where did you go?" "We are so sorry". Those were the main reasons she left in the first place. Alaska couldn't handle all the questions and sympathy and stares she got when she would leave the house. It wasn't that she didn't understand why they were happening, if someones mother, father and brother were murdered in an house invasion and she saw the only surviving person, she'd probably ask the same questions or give the same stares. Watching as random people began to flood in the door, Alaska held her breath after each one of them, something in her also wanted a familiar face to walk in; two to be exact. Zachary and Spencer. The two people in the world that more then likely hate her the most and maybe even still love her the most at the same time. Other then her family, those two boys were the most important people in Alaska's life before the accident happened. Zachary and Alaska had been friends since their first day of school, and Spencer and Alaska dated from freshmen year all the way up until she ditched town, and just like everyone else, they didn't even know. She didn't tell them goodbye, she didn't call them, she didn't text them, Alaska up and left and pretty much acted like they never existed. Alaska had a reasons for doing what she did and the way she did it, and she knew that someday she'd have to stand up and face them, and when the day came she would let them both say anything they needed to say, and if they didn't hate her she would love both of them back in her life, but if they did hate her, she would understand, 98% of the time, Alaska hates herself anyway. Finally it was starting to get busy and with people buying drinks, she could finally take her mind off everything that was going on inside that fucked up little head of hers. Plenty of guys asked for shots from her, and even more asked her to take one with them. Thing about Alaska is, now-a days she never turns down free boos. Something told her by the end of the night she'd either get a promotion for being a great bartender and getting everyone to spend all their cash on top shelf liquor or she'd get fired for being the one drunk off the top shelf liquor. Either way right now she was doing what she did best, bartending. It was a mixture of having a blast and still being a sarcastic bitch to anyone she wanted and them not taking it seriously. This would be an interesting night to say the least. ♥ |
