bobby jaden reese

[BOBBY JADEN REESE]

ROBERT JADEN REESE

Name: Robert Jaden Reese
Nicknames: Bobby, Boo, BJ (though he'll probably punch you in the face)
Age: Twenty-one
Date of Birth: March 1st
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Home Town: Brooklyn
Connection: Currently dating Ella Torres
Play by: Channing Tatum

--- COLD Bobby isn’t exactly a social butterfly. He’s that one guy drinking alone in the corner; the one with whom you shouldn’t try to make eye contact. It’s not intention – or at least that’s what his friends would say. It’s just been a good while since he’s felt comfortable around people. It doesn’t seem as if that’s going to change any time soon, either, since he’s not exactly approachable. Bobby’s not your dime-a-dozen dark, mysterious stranger. Nah, he’s just plain unfriendly. Not only does he have an awful habit of staring random people down, his long, angry silences does not do much to make other people comfortable.
--- CONTENTIOUS So, you didn’t take the advice. You walked up to Bobby, full of good intentions. You offered to buy him a drink. Next thing you know, the bastard’s fucking punched you on the jaw. Well, they warned you. So Bobby’s not the most level-headed person you’ll ever come across. Anything will set him off. If he doesn’t like the way you look at him or the tone of your voice or even the color of your damn shirt, you can pretty much bet that he’s going to let you know. Usually with his fists. So, yeah, maybe it’s best that you just keep your distance from the guy. He can’t seem to take two steps without getting into a fight.
--- COCKY No one can call themselves a complete bastard unless they are also arrogant as hell. Yes, the man thinks a lot of himself, and by God, you best not attempt to besmirch his honor by daring to correct him. Bobby never backs down from a challenge and will not accept failure as an option. For all the stupid, stupid things the man’s done, you would think that he has no will to live. That damn pride of his is going to get him killed one of these days.

LIKES: Drinking, Ella, forgetting, starting over, black coffee, hot showers, hand-written letters, snow, red lipstick, working out
DISLIKES: Speaking, strangers, people who try to connect, poppies, people who don’t fight back, fireworks, grocery shopping, telling lies, being told what to do, being told he’s wrong

From his very first days, Bobby was a handful. He was a spirited baby, never content to sit still for too long. He was always bouncing about, seeking the attention of any adults. No matter how long he was rocked, the boy just wouldn’t drift off to sleep. He just had so much energy Of course, the real trouble started when he learned to crawl. It was amazing how he learned to escape from practically every restraint in which he was put – everything from cribs to car seat. He even once managed to escape his stroller and crawled right into the street. The boy would’ve been run over if he hadn’t rescued by a kind stranger at the last second. Needless to say, Dana and Carl kept a firm eye on him from then on.

Not that it helped. Being under constant surveillance tends to drive kids to rebel, and Bobby did just that. When the boy got to school, he immediately established himself as a troublemaker. It wasn’t anything too malicious: spiders in desks, pepper in coffee cups, just a few harmless pranks. The problems came when the boy started associating himself with a group of bad people. He started hanging out on street corners. He was shoplifting and skipping class. Things seemed like they were headed on the wrong track. That is, until he met a certain girl.

Now, they didn’t meet in the best of circumstances. See, Bobby had been trying to break into her home, when he got stuck in the window. In a few minutes, the boy found himself face to face with Ella Torres. There was no screaming or yelling or even running away. Well, that last one would’ve been a little difficult. After helping him out, Ella promised not to call the police if he promised not to hang around with his crowd anymore. The boy agreed and actually ended up spending the afternoon. He came back the next week and the next and pretty soon, he found himself hanging out with her more and more often. He had made a new friend.

Over the years, that friendship blossomed into a romance. It started off slowly at first, as Bobby was nervous about what might happen if they broke up. However, it didn’t take long for him to get comfortable with the situation. After all, they were strong enough to get through anything. They shared secrets and understood each other like no other people could. It was Ella who sat with him in the hospital waiting room when his father got into an accident with a drunk driver. It was Ella who held him as he cried when his father died three days later.

As graduation came closer, Bobby knew that college would not be an option. He and his mother had to struggle to make ends meet as it was and scholarships were not a practical option. So, he decided to join the army. He would go back and finish his schooling whenever he could. It wasn’t an easy decision – his mother begged him to reconsider – but the boy knew it was what he wanted. Before being shipped off, he proposed to Ella. They would be married the second he got home, he promised.

Unfortunately, his plans didn’t quite work out. War doesn’t do good things to kids from Brooklyn. The boy wasn’t prepared for what he saw and probably never had a chance. Thirteen months into his tour, Bobby was kicked out for psychological impairment. The shame was unbearable. He couldn’t go back to his mother or his friends – he wasn’t the same person anymore. The only thing he could bear to hold onto was Ella, but he couldn’t see her in person. Instead, he told her he had been reassigned to a base in Okinawa, promising her that he would be home soon. He moved to a little neighborhood outside Philadelphia under the name Jasper Cross where he could visit her if he ever needed to. He knew it wasn’t right; he shed his old life and just let go. He couldn’t. He can’t. So, he lives in some sort of strange limbo between identities.

God, it was late. The stars were already twinkling against the sky. As he stepped out of his car, Nathaniel couldn’t believe how dark it was. He was a little shocked by this discovery. Was it always this dark this time of day? Having spent the day trudging away at the pile of reports underneath the harsh clarity of the fluorescent lights, he’d completely lost any sense of time. He could’ve sworn that not an hour ago, he’d been cursing the downright lethargy with which each second seemed to drag by. The outside world must have been running on a faster clock. How else could the world have turned so dark already?

Of course, it was always this dark. He’d never come home before twilight, and he never left after sunset. Those were the only times the man got a chance to see the outside of an office. Every other hour of the day was absorbed by work in some form or another. He simply hadn’t noticed, because, in the weeks prior, the man had been so entirely exhausted that he couldn’t even bother. Nathaniel couldn’t complain about that, though. He’d brought it upon himself, after all.

Despite Sophie’s insistence that their small apartment home was fine, perfect, in fact, the man could not settle that niggling little voice inside his brain that told him that he absolutely needed a house. A big grey house with a wide green lawn and a long white fence. He imagined bright summer days when his wife would be tending the garden as Holly did summersaults in the grass. He’d be resting on the porch with a jug of lemonade and a good book. He could see it so clearly, and that beautiful image was what drove the man to work two jobs and come home at such an ungodly hour. Sure, he’d miss out on some things, but he could make up for it once he reached his goal. Right now, he had to focus. The house was on his mind practically every day, but especially on the Fridays when he deposited his paycheck. Nate absolutely loved seeing the balance in his account grow. It meant that his dream was getting closer every day.

But, for now, he’d have to survive with what he had. Sighing heavily, he trudged up the stairs to his little apartment. As he fumbled about for his keys, he could hear sounds of giggling behind the door. He knew Holly wasn’t in bed. Shaking his head, he turned the key in the lock and stepped angrily through the door. His suspicions were confirmed as he saw the toddler dancing about across the floor. Annoyed he turned to his wife, not a few steps behind her.

“Why isn’t she in bed? It’s late,” he asked as calmly as he could.

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