manlow, jamie aislinn

[mouse]

jamie aislinn manlow

^{LET'S TAKE IT BACK LET'S JUST REWIND TO A TIME BEFORE YOU WERE MINE AND YOU AND ME ARE LIKE A PERFECT MAZE
FOREVER AND ALWAYS SCARED AND EXCITED , NERVOUS AND FRIGHTENED I'LL TAKE ALL OF THE ABOVE CAUSE I'M SO SCARED TO LOSE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU AND THAT'S HOW I KNOW I'M IN LOVE}

^{you should know by now that my name is jamieaislinnemanlow, but please call me jam or jj. i like them much better! although my fake i.d. says differently, i'm really twenty years old. cool, huh? i guess i could be classified as a resident, but i prefer not to be labeled. i grew up in the beautiful city of kilkenny, ireland, but i certainly like this town much more! want to know how i act? two words can sum me up: hyper and silly. yeah, i'm pretty amazing, aren't i? some say i look just like amelia dolore, though i can't see it! jealous? i know.}

<sup>Little Jamie was born to her parents Aislinn and Roban in Kilkenny, Ireland in the year of ninteen-hundred-and-ninety on the bright, frigid day of December twentieth. Downfall to that date is it's five days before Christmas and she claimed she would get jipped of presents. Her early years were pretty normal, growing up as a typical kid playing around in the countryside of Ireland riding her parents horses. Her parents were horse breeders by trade, trainers by choice and Jamie got the full advantage of learning to ride. At five years old she decided that on top of riding she wanted to do something else, a little sport called gymnastics.

See, in Ireland gymnastics isn't very big and in the tiny town of Kilkenny, it's tough to find a place for the kids to learn the sport. Luckily enough for Jamie someone had opened a little gym right outside of town where she could learn just how to tumble like those girls she saw on TV. For years the black haired girl spent hours at the gym a day learning how to tumble with grace and poise that she kept seeing the Olympians do. When she turned seven she was shipped to the states when her parents decided that they wanted to find a better life in America. Imagine a tiny little seven year old being ripped out of her normal environment and sent to a completely new country with different traditions than her own. That would suck wouldn't it?

It was extremely tough adjusting to American life for Jamie because there wasn't as much country life where her parents had moved to. The American kids were bratty, spoke funny and simply didn't understand the word 'work'. Jamie grew up having to help work the farm and with her gymnastics she had to constantly train everyday to keep in shape. Some of the girls at the gym only went once a week to learn their skills, Jamie went everyday and some found it extremely weird that she did. By eleven years old she was competing at a higher level than the others that trained at the same age and gym she did because she spent so much time there. Her parents weren't making it in America so back to Ireland she went at only thirteen years old and when she went to train in the gym, she found she was so far ahead of the other gymnasts she was being held back.

Jamie didn't want to give up on her gymnastics dreams so she kept at it and kept improving. At fourteen she began to compete internationally but she found she didn't like the competition end of it. No, the girl would rather train to do all the tricks but not compete. When Jamie finished her final international competition she took gold, deciding to coach younger kids while she trained. She was sixteen by the time she started to coach and that was when her life fell apart. After a good training day she came home to find her father at the table, her brother sitting on the counter and her younger sister crying. Before she could even ask what happened her older brother Devin said their mother had left them. She just up and left the family, leaving only a note to say that she couldn't take the family's issues or Jamie's constant time away from the family.

This just destroyed Jamie and for the following two years, she went to a normal high school and didn't train. She didn't coach, train or do anything to deal with gymnastics or dancing, she simply tried to live a normal life. At eighteen she remember there was a town she had competed at years before in Nova Scotia that she had fallen in love with. Once she made sure she was going to be able to find a place to live she packed all of her things and moved to Halifax, Nova Scotia. It was awhile of not being able to find a job so she found there was a local gym nearby that needed a coach and she was qualified. So, to work Jamie went and has been living in the town ever since with no plans to leave.</sup>

^{now i can establish the basics about me. my name is Mouse and i'm currently twenty years old. i've been roleplaying for eight years, but i'm a professional already. you should probably know that i live in the Eastern US, in case you need to know when i will be on. if you need to contact me, you can do so on PM or MSN. be sure to plot with me soon!}

<sup>It was a bit chilly in the city tonight and it had surprised Jamie a bit as she headed towards Fusion nightclub, going to meet a member of another gang. She told everyone else she was using the kid to spy on the Mafia but she really wasn't, she was meeting him just to do so. Her boots made soft clunks on the ground as she walked, the streets soaked from a recent rainfall that must have passed through before Jamie started walking. It was kind of dangerous walking on the streets this late at night by herself, especially when she was in a gang that was at war with the rest in the city. Whatever. At this moment in time Jamie didn't give a flying hell so she was going to keep walking like she had nothing to worry about.

By the time she turned the corner a good five blocks down from the nightclub she could just hear the sounds of a dubstep mix of a popular song no less, all she could hear was the heavy bass beats that were all through the song. Sighing, she pulled her arms tighter around herself, glad she had at least worn a long sleeve shirt. It had rips through the tops of her arms and along her sides which let cool air attack her skin making her colder than she wanted to be. Didn't help she was wearing a skirt either with no stockings, just her dark maroon and black Doc Martens on her feet. Shaking her black hair from her face she made sure she could see the line at the club that was still a few blocks in front of her. Getting through the line was going to be easy for her, she was known at the club and knew the bouncers who would let her in for free no less.

That was one of the perks of being in the gang she was, she knew every single bouncer there. Jamie had paid a few of them off to say they hadn't seen a thing when she had used the club as a way to fulfill a hit on someone. People would groan and bitch about the little punkette walking her way through the line to the front and waltzing into the club without even paying the money to get in. Shaking the cold from herself as best she could Jamie did just that, walking past the bouncers with a soft smirk when people started to get pissy about how she could just walk in. It wasn't too crowded in here tonight surprisingly which made Jamie happy because she was going to use this club to carry out a hit later in the week so she wouldn't have had to use tonight.

Once she made it through the first couple feet of the club she started to make her way towards one of the big bars that crowded the center of the club. There were a lot of people here on the side she was on so she decided to work her way around it. It was tough for Jamie to make her way through people because she was a tiny five foot tall but her strength made it easier. See, if someone didn't get out of Jamie's way when asked nicely she simply pushed them out of the way, or threw them if they were small enough. Sighing, Jamie pushed a guy out of the way and then spotted the boy she was here to meet. Walking up to slide in beside him she gave him a slight smile before opening her mouth to say close to his ear, "You must be Jax." The music was loud in the club so she had to get close to his ear, backing off almost immediately since she didn't know how his personal space issues were. Ordering herself a black bourbon she sat on the stool that had was now empty beside Jax, crossing her legs while watching him. Oh this was going to be an interesting evening.</sup>