RUNE, JAMES RUSSELL

[JAMES RUSSELL RUNE]

JAMES RUSSELL RUNE

TWENTY TWO , DESTINED TO EXPLODE , BACK UP VOX & LEAD GUITAR , GOOFY , JACK BARAKAT , BISEXUAL

Hey! I’m James Rune, twenty two years old, and the guitarist for Destined to Explode. I do some backup vocals here and there, but I’m not too great at them, and most of the time they’re not needed. You know, just only necessary on certain songs, that of which I don’t mind doing here and there. We’ve been a band since the freshman year, for me, in high school. We didn’t set out to be some ridiculously famous rock star douche band; we just wanted to have the time of our lives doing something we all shared the love for, being in a band. The music, the traveling, and the sharing of our music that we created, as a team. It all came together perfectly. One of the only things I don’t like about tour is not being able to see my five year old brother, Zack. He’s the most important person to me; I can’t even explain the connection I have with him. I lived with my family for my entire life so far, which includes Zack, my older brother Benny, my older sister Evelyn, my mother, and unfortunately my father. The only two people that I had tough relationships with were my brother and father, and as much as I’d like to mend things with my brother up, I just can’t. My dad, however, I don’t want anything to do with. I’m not going to hop around the truth, he abused me basically until I left, but I don’t tell people that because it’s no one’s business but my own. It wasn’t only recently, it was my entire life, and I just need to accept that I was the only one of my siblings that wasn’t good enough for him. God knows why, but I apparently was not.

I don’t like to be serious, I really don’t. I like to joke around and smile, mostly just have fun, you know? Life wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, I don’t think. I’m not a very blunt person, but I can handle blunt people better than those that are like me, if you understand that. It’s hard to explain. It’s kind of hypocritical for me to dislike people sugarcoating things when I, myself, never fail to do so as well. That’s just how it plays out, I guess. My religious beliefs are practically non-existent. I want to believe that there’s a god, but it’s like I can’t. I’m bisexual; so that means I like girls and guys. I don’t like to give myself up to people that I know won’t care about me in the long run, but that’s just as far as sex goes. Sometimes I can’t help kissing or making out with strangers or in some situations close friends, just for ‘fun.’ I need the physical attention, sometimes. I’m very personal when it comes to my past and family, and things that I just generally don’t tell people. Even my best friends know very little to nothing about how I feel at home, excluding the feelings of love towards my little brother. Everybody knows I’d do anything for little Zack. I have trouble believing in people and myself, but I try not to let that shine through. I tend to get upset easily, though, so that makes it hard. I laugh everything off as if nothing matters, because I want to believe it doesn’t, but then that brings us back to the point I just made. I cannot believe in most things anymore. Sometimes laughing over the little things in my life is all that I have left. Want to know a secret about that believing thing? I actually believed in the tooth fairy, Santa Claus, and every other fantasy thing you could imagine until I was seventeen. For some reason I still can't let go of the fact that Unicorns are totally real and the explanation of everything, though...

HEY, MY NAME IS ALLIE. I HAVE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR THREE YEARS. I PLAY THREE OTHER CHARACTERS, AND HERE'S A SAMPLE OF WHAT I CAN DO;

James knew for a fact that it was too late for him to make everything up to his father. He was in a mindset that told him that he was wrong for being himself – wrong for everything that he did, everything that he was punished for when it came to his father. He tried to tell Michael and Benny when it started getting too violent for him to handle shrugging off anymore, but they didn’t believe in him, and his dad found out that he tried to tell, and he ended up with broken ribs. Those of which, were still healing, but he had been putting a lot of stress on them so he wasn’t sure if he’d make a full recovery anytime soon. They were on winter break right now, and his mom was just getting back to work, which meant the worst for him. His dad’s main reason for abusing him was his homosexuality in general, but now that he knew – like everyone else – that he was active, things were about to get really rough. His mom has absolutely no idea what goes on when she’s not around, and his father intends on keeping it that way. Jamie tried to get out of the house earlier, but before his mom left for work she put him on the couch and told him to stay all day, to rest his rib cage.


He couldn’t move well regardless, and when she tucked him in, she practically trapped him on the couch and with good intention… as far as she knew. He fell asleep, hoping that maybe his dad would go out and gamble all day, but it was a doubtful hope, considering they both knew he was waiting for the first day of Jamie’s mom returning to work. The blankets were ripped off of him at about six at night, which was far later than he expected it to start, but he savored the time that he had before being beaten to a pulp. He was lifted by his loose-hanging shirt, and it was like all the kicking, tossing, and hitting flew by him, yet every jab and punch stung more than the last. It all stopped for a solid minute as he laid on the ground, moaning as quietly as he could without being heard. When he was getting beat, if he moaned too loudly, it only got worse – and it wasn’t like he could just hold back from moaning, it was an instant reaction to such pain all at once. It all came back, but worse this time, and he wasn’t conscious for much longer. He felt what seemed to be a golf club land on his head before he blacked out, and heard and saw briefly his dad running out of the backdoor. He hadn’t registered what had made him leave before he was out cold on the ground, breathing very faintly.


Benny had another moment where he didn’t know how to react. Jayden was looking like less of a bad guy more and more, so he had taken him on a walk to talk about his relationship with James more civilly, this time without him getting mad. He trusted him more, not one hundred percent, but he definitely hadn’t abandoned the friendship completely. It’d have to stay a private friendship, though, because he knew Michael wouldn’t stand for it and he wasn’t about to lose either of his best friends. He watched his dad run out the back door and widened his eyes, shutting the door behind Jayden and rushing to James, sitting next to him and shaking him gently “hey jamie? You can g-get up now…” He said, a little bit of fright in his voice. No, he was totally scared shitless, and that was easier to tell than when he was horny. He looked at Jayden and reported, “He’s still breathing… I think he’s just knocked out.” His voice shook as he spoke, trying to sound sure of himself. “Shit, what was that?” He asked rhetorically in disbelief at what he had just seen, staring emptily at the opened back door. Had his role model really just beat Jamie like that? “He was serious…”

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