Congratulations to Isis, you've been accepted as your first choice Jack Frost! Your sample was very well written, for starters. Josh, Katie and I all have no doubt in our minds that you will do great things with Jack. It'll be so nice to see him on the dash again. Katie did do a great job with him, didn't she? Please send in his account to us within the next 24 hours. Welcome to Walt!
001. Name, Age, and Timezone
Isis, 16, EST
002. How Active Can You Be?
I can be on at least once a day in the evening mostly.
003. Did You Read The Rules?
I did!
004. Character Desired & Why
Jack Frost — He’s very well written and he seems like a challenge to write (at least he does to me) and I’d really like to be able to take on that challenge. Also, c’mon, it’s Jack Frost.
005. Second Choice
Irene
006. Para Sample
It’s not IC but I can provide one if needed.
She fucking lied to me. I fucking trusted her and she lied.
It wasn’t usually like this, the holidays. Matt would usually just lock himself somewhere and maybe come out on New Years day to get completely shit faced, but not this year. This year, he had something to be thankful for, a reason to be happy. Sure, it was a lame reason but he didn’t care; a lame reason was better than no reason.
With two other people permanently living in his apartment, his broken ankle and Christmas presents, Matt didn’t have that much time to think about the message he’d gotten a few days ago. Okay, he had plenty of time but he chose not to. He knew he would have to think about it eventually, he just didn’t want to.
So he sat there with Cece, both of them still admiring the gorgeous guitar when she’d finally announced that they needed groceries and that she’d be back in a couple hours, which roughly translated to ‘I’m gonna go do my boyfriend and then maybe get you some damn food so you shut up about it’. Man, Matt really did love that girl.
Sitting alone in his living room with his guitar, he slowly got up and grabbed his crutches and attempted to go put Lucy (she’d practically named herself) in his room. He almost tripped a few times but it all worked out in the end. Delicately placing Lucy on the guitar stand he bought when he was fifteen, he pushed the crutches away and went to sit on the edge of his bed.
With everyone out of the house, he was completely alone with his thoughts, something that had always scared him. The idea of him being alone with himself, to be able to dig in the deepest part of his memories—
He couldn’t do it.
Matt had to find something to keep himself occupied, and fast. He grabbed his phone and, sure enough, it reminded him that it had one saved message. Being an impulsive person by nature, his last thought as he was punching in the familiar numbers was fuck it.
The phone rang quietly as he put it on speaker, but it filled the house completely. Placing the phone on the bed, he called his dog over and picked her up, nuzzling the small dog until he heard her voice.
"Hello?" It was quiet but aware, it drove Matt insane already. "Carol? It’s uh, it’s Matt." He said, emotion seeping through his voice.
The conversation lasted hours, so long that Cece had time to come back and Matt had to lock his door to avoid her coming in and asking what was wrong. When he finally hung up he felt… empty, betrayed and mostly, lied to. He was vibrating with anger to the point that he just needed to hurt, to feel like himself. Looking around his room angrily, he simply punched the wall next to his window and practically collasped next to it in a nasty mess of hurt and sobs. He could hear Cece knocking on his door but he didn’t care, he didn’t care about anything at all.
She fucking lied to me. I fucking trusted her and she lied. He couldn’t bring himself to believe, it couldn’t be true, there was no way. Starting to feel claustrophobic in his own room, Matt shakily picked up his crutches and, ignoring Cece on his way out of the small apartment. He just needed some god damn air after that.
007. Anything Else?
Really sorry about the not IC para, I wrote one yesterday and didn’t save it, and then tumblr ate my application and I can’t bring myself to writing a second one.
