[This is for a mother/son roleplay. Only one woman is needed. First come gets chosen. I may not be on here everyday, so feel free to send posts to my email: Perfectly_Absolute@yahoo.com or reply here and I'll try to return a post as soon as possible. Thank You]
Name: Dimitri Jones
Age: 18
Height: 6'2
Weight: 165 lbs.
Length: 8in.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Skin Tone: Mixed
"School. Not the greatest of times in a man's life, but it certainly does have its benefits. I'm not the greatest student, most would consider me average. My name is Dimitri, and I'm 18 years old. As long as I can remember, my mother was always the one there to take care of me. My father abandoned us at en early age and she stepped right in and took the place of both mother and father. I couldn't thank her enough for all the things she's done for me. Despite my care for her, I've noticed at times that she looks as if in a daze, coma even, when I arrive home from school. Chalking it up to the fact that she normally has tiring days, it was something else entirely. Loniliness. I could relate to that. I've been without anyone for a few months now and knowing that it didn't compare to her 10 years without my father, I was trying my best to understand. As I approached my final year in High School, my mom decided to have a wager with me: Bring up my grades to at least an 80 average and I get the chosing of what our summer vacation should be. Knowing of all the wonderous places I wanted to go, there couldn't be any greater gift."
On this particular day, Dimitri returned from school a little late after baseball practice and immediately dropped his things on the floor. Hearing the sound of running water, he figured that his mother was taking a shower. Not wanting to bother her at the moment, his bladder was a different matter. Racing up the steps in a hurry, he came to the bathroom door and opened it in a hurry. Casting a glance towards the person in front of him, he came face to face with the exposed back of his mother. "Damn..." he uttered under his breath while trying to excuse himself.
Name: Dimitri Jones
Age: 18
Height: 6'2
Weight: 165 lbs.
Length: 8in.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Skin Tone: Mixed
"School. Not the greatest of times in a man's life, but it certainly does have its benefits. I'm not the greatest student, most would consider me average. My name is Dimitri, and I'm 18 years old. As long as I can remember, my mother was always the one there to take care of me. My father abandoned us at en early age and she stepped right in and took the place of both mother and father. I couldn't thank her enough for all the things she's done for me. Despite my care for her, I've noticed at times that she looks as if in a daze, coma even, when I arrive home from school. Chalking it up to the fact that she normally has tiring days, it was something else entirely. Loniliness. I could relate to that. I've been without anyone for a few months now and knowing that it didn't compare to her 10 years without my father, I was trying my best to understand. As I approached my final year in High School, my mom decided to have a wager with me: Bring up my grades to at least an 80 average and I get the chosing of what our summer vacation should be. Knowing of all the wonderous places I wanted to go, there couldn't be any greater gift."
On this particular day, Dimitri returned from school a little late after baseball practice and immediately dropped his things on the floor. Hearing the sound of running water, he figured that his mother was taking a shower. Not wanting to bother her at the moment, his bladder was a different matter. Racing up the steps in a hurry, he came to the bathroom door and opened it in a hurry. Casting a glance towards the person in front of him, he came face to face with the exposed back of his mother. "Damn..." he uttered under his breath while trying to excuse himself.
