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muse 16, henrik holm, eighteen, he/him. ☼ * ⋆ : hey, check it out, it’s JONAH MYERS! everyone calls ‘em J, though. aren’t they a HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR now? man, time flies. isn’t their birthday coming up soon? it’s AUGUST 4TH, 2001, right? i gotta get them a present – i heard they like MESSY BUNS, LOUD MUSIC, NATURE. and, like, don’t tell anyone, but i think they ARE IN ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES. ( lolly, 24, est. )
NICKNAME: J.
SEXUALITY: he likes people. in general. a lot.
SOME FACTS:
he never had a close relationship with his father. sure, the two would talk and occasionally throw a ball back and forth, but there was something missing between them. and he wasn’t sure he’d ever figure out what it was.
it was different with his mother. he was distant, for the most part - always residing to his room when he got home from school - but she would force her way into his life and leave a mark he wouldn’t know he needed.
she, along with his siblings, meant something to him (even if he didn’t always show them in physical gestures). and when she passed away so suddenly, something snapped inside of him.
he couldn’t stop the anger from festering inside of him. it wasn’t fair. how could this happen? how could the universe allow this to happen to him? it didn’t help when his father showed up - someone he hardly remembered - and they had to readjust to their so-called happy family.
he got into his first fight that summer. he punched a kid right in the nose, leaving him to bleed while his friends tried to help him up. it only got worse as time went on, and he started getting sent home for aggressive behavior.
eight or so months ago, he stood outside a bar with a fake ID. a boy his age bumped into him and called him a name he didn’t fully make out. the only thing jonah remembers from that night is sitting in the back of a police car; tired eyes locked on the bloody mess.. the one he’d created.
he was forced into anger management classes, after that. music and his classes have helped him so far, but he still struggles.
THAT PERSONALITY:
jonah is a complicated soul, as most of us are during our high school years. he’s still trying to come to terms with who he is, and it leads him to be a bit distant/reserved.
it’s not that he’s unkind... he just doesn’t want to trust the wrong person. he doesn’t want to get close to someone and then have them leave him, like his mother did.
he’s aggressive. little things set him off, but mostly because he reads situations wrong. he’s quick-tempered and always assumes the worst, even if his heart is telling him he’s wrong.
he has a lot of love to give. if only he knew how to do this without punishing himself in the process.
he’s intelligent. once you get him talking about something he enjoys, he might not stop for hours.
WANTED (dead or alive):
a fling. can be someone he met in school, or maybe he met them at a party. serious?? not serious??? booty call??? angsty? throw it all at me.
a best friend/confidant. jonah isn’t very good at forming connections with people. this person would’ve had to knock down his defenses and showed him he could trust them no matter what. i’m even down for a trio.
an ex. maybe the two absolutely hate each other, or maybe they pushed each other away. they could’ve been each other’s firsts. they can still be friends, now.
enemies. face it. we all have enemies in high school. people we don’t necessarily enjoy, for whatever reason.
a "maybe we can try”. someone jonah didn’t expect to like as much as he does, and yeah, maybe the thought scares him. he doesn’t want to get hurt. but he doesn’t like “what ifs”, either.
Mal watched the plants carefully. Every once in a while she would come across something interesting that had been planted here by accident. A public park. Somewhere no one would think to look for anything unusual - at least not in her field of work. Her bag was open and spilling out with samples. She had found an array of odd plants for the area and was in the process of getting more. She felt a rustle of leaves behind her as someone moved closer. ‘Touch me or the bag and you loose a hand” she said, turning and pointing her razer sharp hand-sheers at the person
“What the fuck does Sirius mean Potter is the best player on the team?” She scoffed, feeling a little salty about that particular piece of gossip she had heard. “It’s obviously me, I score way more then he does.”
