Jamie Wolfe


Se lever a toujours été la partie la plus difficile de la journée pour Jamie Wolfe, même si c'était dans l'après-midi quand il s'est enfin réveillé. La première chose qu'il a remarquée était qu'il n'était pas seul dans son lit, ce qui était étrange. La deuxième chose qu'il a remarquée, c'est qu'il avait vraiment trop bu la veille. Il ne se rappelait même pas avec qui il avait été ni combien il avait bu. James s'est retourné et s'est retrouvé face à face avec une fille qu'il a à peine reconnue. Les images sont revenues de la veille, il avait été à une fête et cette fille avait flirté avec lui, c'est tout ce dont il se souvenait. Il s'est avéré qu'il l'avait emmenée chez lui. Elle agita et lui ouvrit les yeux pour rencontrer les siens. Contrairement à lui, elle n'a pas dû en boire assez parce qu'elle a souri et mordu sa lèvre inférieure, disant à quel point la nuit précédente avait été incroyable.
Jamie a décidé de déconner et il a ri en disant qu'il s'est bien amusé aussi. La fille qui s'appelait il ne se souvenait pas semblait qu'elle allait continuer ce qu'ils avaient fait la nuit précédente quand les téléphones de James s'étaient éteints sur sa table de nuit. Wolfe soupira et poussa la fille doucement et squatte sur l'écran de sa cellule. C'était un texte d'Ariel, disant qu'il était temps de se rencontrer pour le voyage en voiture.
James n'a pas pu se rappeler le nom de la fille. "Je quitte la ville aujourd'hui et j'ai complètement oublié, tu vas devoir partir." Le visage de la fille est tombé et il pouvait pratiquement sentir sa déception. Ouais, c'était définitivement un coup de bite mais il avait des choses à faire. La plupart des filles qu'il a ramenées n'étaient pas heureuses quand elles ont quitté sa maison le matin.
Après que la fille eut ramassé ses affaires et pris la fuite, Jamie prit une douche et s'habilla en short noir et en haut d'un réservoir rouge. En finissant dans la salle à manger, il a remarqué que sa grand-mère était à la maison. Elle lui a dit que son amie Katie venait de partir et que Grandad était en train de jouer au golf avec certains de ses amis. James lui a gentiment rappelé que la fille n'était pas Katie. Katie avait été une vieille amie d'enfance qu'il n'avait pas vue depuis des années. Grand-mère semblait perdre la mémoire, malheureusement. Jamie a souri et lui a fait un câlin et lui a rappelé de prendre ses pilules qu'il a laissées sur la table de la cuisine pour elle.
Wolfe était content qu'il ait fait ses valises le week-end précédent, et ses bagages attendaient dans le coffre de sa voiture. Il a glissé dans sa voiture et a pris un moment pour respirer, ce qui était rare. Pensons à ce qui devait arriver pendant le voyage, aux gens qu'il connaîtrait et aux décisions qu'il devait prendre par la suite. Ça pourrait sembler une petite chose, vu l'ensemble de la situation. Mais vraiment, c'était énorme, le chemin de travail qu'il a choisi autelait sa vie indéfiniment. Marines ou mécaniciens, la question s'est posée à l'arrière de sa tête alors qu'il conduisait assez vite à la maison d'Ariel.
En rentrant dans l'allée, Jamie a remarqué que certaines personnes étaient déjà arrivées. Non pas que c'était un gros problème, vraiment, il n'était pas vraiment connu pour sa ponctualité. Avant de quitter la voiture, il a traîné dans son compartiment à gants jusqu'à ce que sa main trouve l'achat sur un paquet de cigarettes et l'a traîné dehors. Il utilisait un briquet pris dans sa poche pour allumer une cigarette et exhalait un nuage de fumée. Il a mis le paquet dans sa poche et a juré que ce serait la seule fois qu'il fumait cette semaine-là. Bien sûr, fumer a parfois calmé son cerveau hyperactif et surpensant, mais il savait que la merde était mauvaise pour lui. Il s'est assuré de sortir le cul avant d'entrer dans la maison, sachant que la plupart de ses amis détestaient l'odeur de la fumée.
James n'a pas pris la peine de frapper à la porte d'entrée et au lieu de se laisser entrer. Une fois dans la vue claire de tout le monde, il a dégagé sa gorge et a pris un arc, "les dames - surtout les dames- et les messieurs, vous les vies viennent de s'améliorer, James putain' Wolfe est entré dans l'immeuble."
Levant son arc, il a veillé à garder un visage droit pour qu'ils pensent qu'il était sérieux, il l'a cloué, ajoutant même une lueur diabolique dans ses yeux. "Je sens les cookies", a-t-il noté avec joie. Jamie s'est jeté au groupe d'amis réunis et a collé un doigt dans le bol de pâte à biscuits pour récupérer un gros gob de délicieux et l'a emparé dans sa bouche. "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, les bébés?" Il a demandé à haute voix après mâcher, se référant à tout le monde dans la pièce et pas seulement aux filles.
Jamie Wolfe

"The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.
"-Eleanor Roosevelt

Jamie Lucas Wolfe
Nickname: James: Pretty much everyone calls him this, he adopted after being picked on as a kid because "Jamie" was apparently too feminine.
Jamie: Only his grandparents and people trying to annoy him call him by his true name.
Birth date and age: 1/19/98, Age 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
In Depth Appearance:
Jamie stands at a solid height of 6'1" and weighs around 180lb. He has an athletic build, with enough muscle to show that he definitely works out. His hair is naturally a milk chocolate brown, but he dyed the top of it bleached blonde. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown, and stand out when his blonde hair is showing. He has a tattoo on his chest and a half sleeve on his left forearm. His chest tattoo is a heart shape with Roman numerals integrated in, the colors blue and red are shown. On his arm, a tiger is featured, as well as a compass and roses.

Personality:
• Thrill-Seeker • ADHD • Extreme • Life-loving •
Jamie's been described as crazy, an asshole, douchebag, hilarious, you name it. He's extreme on all ends of the spectrum. Never the type to stay still, James seeks adventure and the beautiful things in life. With a great sense of humor and wit, he has a smooth charm with a devilish hint mixed it. To most, he seems like a smartass, douche, with no filter. His brain is always working overtime, and his tongue holds nothing back. Surprisingly it takes a lot to set him off, but once he reaches that point, you'd better hold on. The only time you'll see the sweet, caring side of him is when he's with his grandparents or in the presence of small children, and maybe close friends occasionally. James' reputation with girls makes most people think he's some sort of player. Which is pretty much true. He's never had a solid girlfriend, but many girls at his school regret to say he's slept with them. Why they fall for the persona he puts up is beyond him but it works. Deep down, he actually craves a real relationship, but he probably wouldn't be a great boyfriend, considering his personality and track record with women. Wolfe has a serious problem with authority, and hates people who think thy are better than him without any knowledge of who he actually is. People assume he's this burnout who can't keep him mouth shut, so sometimes he just plays the part. Jamie just wants to make something out of himself. He wants someone he can be close to, and feel something real besides an occasional adrenaline rush.
Likes:
 Parties
 Music: Specifically hark rock like: Three Days Grace, Linkin Park, Papa Roach, Our Last Night
 Drinking
 Anything that gets his heart racing and adrenaline pumping
 Girls, how he manages to get them with his crazy douchebag persona is a mystery to most.
 James fell in love with cars at a young age
Dislikes:
 Anything quiet or slow
 People who can't take a joke
 Authority and people with a superiority complex
 Cherries and anything flavored like them
 James absolutely despises drunk drivers
Fears:
 Anything with rectangular pupils creep him out.
 Becoming a burnout or living some average and mundane life.
 Sleeping, James is an insomniac because when he does manage to sleep he is prone to getting awful nightmares and once in a blue moon, night terrors.

Biography:
From the few, foggy memories James has of his parents, he gathered that they had loved him dearly. Sadly, he could only think back to those simpler times in brief pictures and short clips. Like his favorite memory of them; he was being pushed on a swing by his father. Everythime the swing would rush backwards he would look over his shoulder to see his father smiling at him and James would giggle gleefully. When he was pitches forward he was greeted by his mother's beautiful face making silly expressions at him until he would get close enough and she would tickle his tummy. In the present day, he can only grip on to that one memory and a vague remembrance of their faces. He was five years old when they tragically died in a freak car accident. Jamie had been at home with a babysitter while his parents were out on a date for their anniversary. Coming home, they were in a front end collision with a drunk driver. The man had been swerving in his lane and smashed into them at 70 miles an hour. Medical professionals claimed they died instantly, not that James cared about the degree to which they died. At the ripe age of five, death was a foreign concept, and it didn't really sink in for a while. He was just told that Mama and Daddy were on vacation for a while and he was going to have to stay with his grandparents. May and Gary Wolfe took great care of him, even in their old age. Growing up, Jamie received nothing but love and was spoiled constantly. He grew up in an amazing home, Gary had been the CEO of a multi-million dollar company which not only allowed him to retire early, but left him with a hefty amount of cash in the bank. By the time James hit his teenage years, he became redical. He was angry at the universe from taking his parents away from him, and he acted out in school because of it. At the point, his grandparents were in their late seventies and couldn't keep a proper eye on him. Despite his punk behavior in school and the partying and the drugs, he always treated his grandparents with the tenderest love. Deep down he hated that he was doing what he was doing, because he knew his parents would have wanted him to be a better person. Not that it mattered what they would have thought, they were fucking gone.
Things sort of calmed down by his junior year of high school. He was actually focused on doing well in school and his teachers realized that he was actually really freaking smart. If he had put more effort in and really cracked down on his studies, he could have easily gotten straight A's. Instead he got average B's, but Hell that was way better than the D's and E's he had been recieving beforehand. Things looked like they were turning around from the young Wofle, he even managed to land himself a job as an assistant in an auto shop in town. Jamie learned here the ins and outs of cars, and also found a love for them. Using his grandfather's money, he bought a luxury car at 17 years old. He bought it used, but used his new skills learned from his apprenticeship to fix it up.
With the road trip coming up, James is excited, not that he'd show it. He figures it's one last hurray before he has to put his big boy pants on and make something out of himself. He also wants to confide in his friends on whether he should join the Marines or pursue his love for cars. Either way, big decisions are ahead and Jamie Wolfe is low key stressing out.

His insomnia and nightmares/terrors

Theme Song:
I Am Machine - Three Days Grace
Here's to being human, all the pain and suffering, there's beauty in the bleeding, and least you feel something.
Other: James is left handed, drives a 2016 BMW M3, and hates cake.