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 Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 8:05 pm
Famous women's fashion designer Jericho Eli Jackson, a Mulatto man with so much creativity. Yet fairly recently he has been trapped in a rather epic slump of no creativity. So Jericho decides to just leave his lavished and comfortable Hollywood flat and venture about in Europe, hoping to get rather inspired...yet his sexuality shall be challenged. >.<Post your profile here
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 8:14 pm
 What they call meJericho Eli JacksonHow Many candle?30How I act 24/7rocker attitude, loud, obnoxious, totally insane, perverted, (okay think Austin Powers with out the British and the spy aspect...)Things I didLook mate, I'm half black and half white and well I've been making fashion since I could well sew and s**t like that. Anyway moving right along back to me. I used to make clothes for really sexy chicks yet for some reason my clothing mojo is like gone! Like I can't even shag right cause my mojo is just totally bonkers! So I'm touring Europe to see what I can see...and maybe get some tail :3My BossQui_bears3
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:32 pm
What they call meGavin ValentineMy Pretty Face How Many candle?27, but acts like a teenager and almost looks like oneHow I act 24/7Confident, sort of arrogant occasionally. I'm mostly fun and flirtatious until you damage my ego.Things I didI'm from England, originally, but I spent most of my younger years traveling between there and Ireland. My accent is a mixture of both. I've been modeling for years, but recently I had to fire my clothing designer. Personality cash if you know what I mean. I really need a new one...and soon. And I guess I should mention I'm completely gay.My BossBloodied-Rose-Thorns
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 9:47 pm
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{you can posty first I'm still trying to make some things :3}
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:02 pm
Gavin Valentine strolled down the street, his collar turned up against the wind. He flashed a charming smile at the people who gushed over him. He was in a rather good mood today. "Finally, you are here." his agent greeted him, as he walked into the studio. "How could you fire your designer? We really need him with the shoot coming up!" the man grumbled as Gavin took off his coat and handed it to the nearest assistant.
"Oh calm down, Jeffrey. We'll find a new one. Gerald was no good anyways." Gavin replied, running a hand through his hair.
"No good? No good?! He is one of the top designers around! There are only two designers more recommended than him!" Jeffrey raved, following the young model into his dressing room.
"Then get one of those two. Simple as that." Gavin sat down in front of the mirror. "Isn't that Jericho Jackson guy supposedly in town?" he asked, turning towards Jeffrey.
"He is a women's designer and a man whore. I doubt he would be willing to be your designer." Jeffrey replied, groaning. He left the room, looking quite stressed and ready to tear his hair out.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 2:42 pm
✖ ❤ Jericho Eli Jackson ✖ ❤ ❝A rather strange pale man sat lazily at a local cafe. Smack dab in the middle of London what many of the locals thought was a British punk rocker was actually a Yankee Doodle (old school British insult to Americans) with messy jet black hair and rather thick masculine eyebrows. This man oozed sex and lust...yet lately his mojo was depleting to the point of his highly sexy fashions for women were also getting rather dull and boring. "Oh for ******** sakes stop staring you rat bastards!" Shouted the highly annoyed and agitated man that was half black and half white, though he honestly looked more white then anything. Soon people stopped looking at the man, how looked like he was sitting, or sleeping, in his chair and slumped about like a hobo. Soon a waiter slowly crept up to the rather foul mannered man and stammered about if he wanted anything, for Jericho did not purchase anything yet. Lazily the just rolled his neck so that he was looking right up at the waiter and then just raised his one arm and royally flipped him the bird. Soon the waiter dashed off and was talking to his mates about that a*****e he was stuck having to wait on. The man then continued his rather pathetic mopping while rolling his head back to where it was.❞I'm a cheeky b*****d! So me!
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:53 pm
Gavin and Jeffrey entered the cafe, still arguing over the designer situation. They took a table not far from Jericho. Gavin was wearing jeans that hugged his hips and a wifebeater underneath his leather jacket that was unzipped. The waiter gladly hurried over to their table. "The usual, Mr. Gavin?" the waiter asked. Jeffrey nodded then tried to gain Gavin's attention again.
"Hey, isn't that Jericho Jackson over there?" Gavin asked, gesturing in the grumpy man's direction. "He's actually kinda sexy. I wouldn't mind him measuring me...." he said, with a sly wink.
"He is also completely straight. So no chances of that, Gavin, especially if we can even get him to design for you." Jeffrey rolled his eyes as the waiter brought their order.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 6:16 pm
✖ ❤ Jericho Eli Jackson ✖ ❤ ❝Jericho just sat there in the rather comfortable chair while his dark eyes just watched the sky to which he looked like he was being rather over dramatic about loosing his mojo. The man started to speak rather brokenly and also rather incoherently about loosing his mojo and also not getting laid in the past few months. His normal sexual escapades was usually four times a week and he would have sex for all night long. Then the man heard his name and a random pun to which again he lazily rolled his head in the direction of the voice to which he just spoke out right, "Are you mental?" Jericho still just sat there lazily while still not ordering anything, for all he wanted to do at that moment was be a pain in the a** (oh look a pun :3) to everyone around him for he hadn't had his usual wild sex and he was just being dramatic. Though he continued to star at the rather attractive, hey he is comfortable with his sexuality to say that about another man, to which he wondered a few things about that person. So he is a model, obviously, but what sort of guy is he? I bet he's one of them frilly girlie models that just piss everyone off! The raven haired rocker snorted while just sitting there neraly slipping out of his seat yet he then readjusted his leazy sitting so that he would not fall out f his chair. ❞I'm a cheeky b*****d! So me!
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 8:31 pm
Gavin smirked, sipping his cappuccino. "Most likely." he replied, ignoring the glares Jeffrey was shooting at him. He had gotten quite good at ignoring the grumpy agent, but he could be serious when he wanted to be.
"Excuse Gavin, please, Mr. Jackson. He forgot to take his pills this morning." Jeffrey said, sarcastically. He stood, picking up his coffee and English muffin. "I'll meet back at the studio, Gavin, and don't forget the meeting at 1:00 this afternoon." he told Gavin and nodded in greeting to Jericho before leaving.
Gavin stuck his tongue out at Jeffrey once his back was turned. "That man is going to murder me and bury the body one day...." he muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:45 pm
((*whistles while waiting* waiting for Qui to post))
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:43 pm
✖ ❤ Jericho Eli Jackson ✖ ❤ ❝Jericho just rolled his eyes while just mindlessly watching the other man to which he just spoke out sounding rather bored and unenthusiastic, "Well that sounds like an amazing ********' idea!" He paused while not caring that everyone in the small coffee shop was not either glaring at the American b*****d or were just staring at him. "Here how bout you buy the man a shovel!" He grinned, tough it was obvious that it was a fake grin. The man then returned to his staring up at the sky while not even ordering anything from the shop. In all actuality the very spot he was sitting in his eyes were actually gazing across the street at a small loft just above a small family owned shop. In a rather small window this pervert could oddly see the silhouette of a naked woman with large full breasts. His eyes then shifted lightly seeing that this model was not only still there but was now just looking at him as if Jericho owed him something, "Sorry I don't ******** dudes if thats what your thinkin'..." ❞I'm a cheeky b*****d! So me!
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 8:18 pm
"Not at all. I don't hit on straight guys, too boring." Gavin replied, yawning. He stood and sauntered over to the old jukebox in the corner of the cafe. As music quietly filled the cafe, a couple models walked in.
"Oh, Gavin!" the pretty blond smiled and hugged Gavin, kissing him on the cheeks. The girls surrounded Gavin, laughing and talking with him. He may be gay, but he was quite popular with the ladies.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:33 am
✖ ❤ Jericho Eli Jackson ✖ ❤ ❝Jericho watched the blonde pretty boy get all of the attention of the cute sexy British girls which caused the perverted American to just watch with a twisted ******** me expression plastered on his face. "What the flying ******** is this s**t?" He just spoke while still watching out of sheer confusion. This blonde faggle is getting all the sweet juicy titties and here I am with a mojo issue....WHAT THE ******** GOD HATES ME! Jericho thought while slamming his head on the table just out of sheer anger and frustration. ❞I'm a cheeky b*****d! So me!
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:47 pm
Gavin glanced over at Jericho, then whispered something to the blond. She rolled her eyes a bit, then grabbed her friend's arm and strutted over to Jericho. "Hey, sexy, we're all heading over to the studio. There is a private party, drinks, music, the works. Interested?" she asked, with a flirty smile.
Gavin ordered some more coffee and a bag of muffins. He juggled the tray of coffee as he waited for the girls and Jericho. He knew Jeffrey was expecting him back at the studio soon.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:23 pm
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