GALLAGHER, JERSEY N.

[noahh]

jersey nicole hendricks
I'VE NEVER SEEN A SMILE THAT CAN LIGHT A ROOM LIKE YOURS

FULL NAME: jersey nicole hendricks.
NICKNAMES: jers, jersey shore, etc.
AGE/DOB: 24-12/2
SEXUALITY: straight.
THEIR BAND: streetside surrender, manager.
POSITION: manager.
PLAYBY'S NAME: amanda hendrick.

LIKES: napping, snow days, bakery air, pajamas, shoes, sunkist soda, watermelon sourpatches, nestling into bed, mugs with pictures on them, iphones, lace, lips, soft skin, the smell of pencils, cobblestone.
DISLIKES: people that love to make their life public, forgetting something at home, cows, the noise in the streets, models, alarmists, clingy people, family, liars, die hard fans, the church, people who like to vent their feelings, prostitution of love, over reacting, being bossed around, eating, being told that hating is bad, being called “intolerant”, narrow minded people, being insecure.
FEARS: her ex boyfriend, never being "enough."
SECRETS: got smacked around by her ex, which is why she signed onto the tour so suddenly- to get away from him. also, she struggles with the old skeleton of an eating disorder.

here's the gist of jersey's history: 01. she's had a battle with anorexia/bulimia since she was thirteen, ever since her schoolmates told her she was too big. she managed to gain control of it when she turned sixteen. 02. when she was eighteen, she packed up and moved to england, never having been one to get along with her and owen's family and chase after her dreams of becoming a supermodel. 03. there she met her former boyfriend, ___. she fell head over heels for him, and since he had his own band/clothing line, he promised to make her a star. 04. thrown into the fashion industry so fast, jersey was reunited with her old friend eating disorder. 05. instead of helping her, her boyfriend grew short-tempered with her whenever she declined food, and it got to the point where he would call her names and just all around treat her like shit. 06. her brother came to visit her in england, and got into a fist fight with her boyfriend when he heard him call her a cow. 07. her boyfriend got the idea into his head that jersey was sleeping with his brother, so he beat her up pretty good, even hospitalizing her. 08. jersey left him as soon as she got released, coming to america to manage her brother's band.

hey, i'm noah! i have no other characters (yet), found us off of an advertisement, i'm seventeen, and you can hit me up via PM.

Nolan had put himself through hell and back in the past two years or so. Every time things were okay again, he threw himself into someone elses life and allowed them to muddle it up for him. Ava, for example. He hadn't really had many serious exes or past girls in his life, save for Jasey, his summer after summer after summer fling that he knew because their families vacationed together by a lake in new york, so Ava was his first actual relationship. And it had ended horribley due to her obsession wtih puking, manipulating, and shooting up. They'd been happy, sure, they'd lived together in her daddy-bought apartment, shared a car between the two of them, a bed, and a dog named Sebastian, but all that had been flushed down the toilet when the girl started obsessing over her calorie count and what was rushing through her veins instead of her mind. She'd dropped out of school and her life began spiralling down out of control, she began to pass out all over the city while Nolan chased after her cleaning up her messes, until one day he got sick of playing the lovesick, hopeless and helpless puppy dog shadow, and had met with her father to discuss their next course of action. Little miss Flinn was shortly after sent off to rehab, and after a couple of months Nolan stopped writing her, since she never responded to his letters, too mad at him he'd assumed. So he slowly began filling her side of he bed with girl after girl after girl, their names and their faces blending into a cloud of thick cheap perfume that clung to each one of their naked, pulsing bodies. Naked bodies radiating emotionless, stringless, relieving sex. It was almost animalistic how he lived for the next few years to come, seeing women as physical exertion and relief. He loved the soft skin, the softer hair, the even softer lips that kissed him all over, and when he shut his eyes and dutifully held onto the girl's tiny hips or face, he could pretend they were Ava.

Anyways. Nolan had been lonely what with Estelle gone a-wall, and was wandering around downtown with a flask of straight up vodka, swigging it every few minutes and letting out a loud belch to follow. He'd managed to get across a few blocks before he stumbled to the curb and sat on the pavement, head in his hands, swaying to and fro slightly, his headache coming on so bad it was searingly painful. A car pulled up to the curb and he picked his heavy head up, bloodshot eyes staring up at the girl attached to the voice he was hearing. His gray hat was discarded onto the ground, his hair now a dishevled mess. He blinked a few times, bleary-eyed and dazed, as her slender arm went around his midsection and pulled him to his feet. He groaned and leant against her, nuzzling into her neck drunkenly. He was so tired and had no way of getting home other than this. I'm so hungry. He mumbled, eyes heavy.