I Go On (Because you asked me to)

[Jo]

Rules;
1. You must use your original character. (John-Jack, Lara-Sola, Hannah-Ayami, Jillian-Jillian. Nick-unknown)
2. You have to create a list of a minimum of 5 occupations, to a maximum of 10.
3. You must send your list through private message to someone else and they chose your job.
4. Your occupation cannot be apart of a secret organization/agency, police, FBI, CIA, etc.
5. Have fun and post when you can. If you don't post you can and will be skipped. Like in regular time.

Role play

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Sola groaned as her digital alarm clock beeped constantly. The little bugger was getting rather annoying and it wouldn't stop. The warm pillow that layed on top of her head moved with her. She glared at her clock, seriously if inanimate object could die it would be on fire right now. She flopped her head back onto the futon.

She pressed the beeper, well tried to at least. That was until her hand found the bloody thing. God her head was still spinning from last night. She should have used her spit bottle more often last night. Damn those happy ass gays....

She had to be the only straight girl working behind the bar. She worked at the exclusive gay club Day & Night. She knew almost all of the regulars, they'd tell her how their day went. They would pay for their drinks and leave her a decent tip so it wasn't truly in vain. Gay or straight men still stared at her breasts. What is the fascination with them anyways? There just flesh filled fat bags.... and a pain in the back half the time.

Damn men and their evil contraption known as a bra.

She finally dragged herself out of her bed. She wasn't worried about what she wore it was just her roommate and herself in the flat. She was a form fitting women's tee and her lime green panties with cute anime panda's on them.

She walked across the hall to the washroom, brushing her teeth. Sola kind of zoned out a few times wavering back and forth on the spot. The Asian woman shook herself out of the daze, turning on the shower. She let the door open a crack so her roommate Jillian could access the room as well.

She stripped herself and hopped in the bathtub/shower and moaned appreciatively from the hot water pelting itself against her skin. God it felt so sinful.

Getting back to business she shaved legs and other more intimate areas for work. She lathered her Lavender & Heather scented body wash in her loofah, then proceeding to scrub her body clean. Sola chose one of her Herbal Essence shampoos. and freed her hair from grease and grime from the night before.

The woman turned the shower off and dried off, the walked back to her room. She dried her hair, and put on clean clothes. She chose a red halter styled shirt, a mini-skirt and of course her red undergarments.

She applied her make-up routine. Some concealer, mineral base foundation, a bit of plum colored eyeliner and light red lip-gloss.

Once ready she sighed and started on breakfast. Sunny side up eggs for Jillian, scrambled for Micheal, and poached for herself. A few slices of toast, sausages and hash browns. She finished the meal in about twenty minutes Jillian was probably up already but as for her five year old son....

She found him still snoozing. She knelt by his bed and shook the child. This was their usual morning routine. It was nice to know that her days belonged to her son. That was she can focus her career during the night. It was the best she could do at the moment.

"Micheal wake up sweety. It's time to eat okay?" she gently spoke to the young boy. Good thing it was only June then her little man would be in Kindergarten.

[D]

“Good morning, Raccoon City!” The clock sounded with a man’s voice. “Today will be a wonderfu-” A growl came from underneath the bed sheets and in a quick moment, the growl’s owner threw a pillow at the clock. The clock was knocked to the ground and the pillow had muffled its sound, but it was no use, Jillian could still hear it. “This will be one of those warm, sunny days!” She groaned and had her hand reach out to hit the snooze button, but after her third slap on the stand, she realized that she had knocked it off a bit earlier.

The woman then muttered something under her breath and started to pretend that it was silent. “Now let’s get the summer lovin’ started and party!” But she could only pretend for so long. “The Summer morning mix shall start after a word from our sponsors!” Her hand popped out from the bed sheets once more and touched the wall. She felt around for the clock’s plug and when she found it, she pulled it right out of the outlet.

She had spent the night hardly sleeping, so Jillian didn’t want to get out of bed or go to work. And it was all because of some clumsy retard waiting for her at her workplace. She was a mechanic and obviously worked with cars, but unlike other mechanics, she actually liked her job. She didn’t mind getting a little messy or having to work on a car for seemingly forever, but that all changed when a clumsy retard came to work a week ago.

He was just another mechanic, but ever since he came, she found herself in a lot of trouble. Jillian didn’t get in trouble with her bosses, the cars, or do something stupid. No. When he came to work along side her, cuts, bruises, dislocated fingers, and her current swollen foot came with him in one great package.

The guy always found some way to accidently hurt her with something. Like yesterday, when he ‘accidently’ dropped a heavy tool on her foot. The other mechanics told her that “he meant no harm and it was just an accident,” but she thought that was just a bunch of bullshit. He only came a week ago, but she was already getting tired of it...

“Ohhhh…fuck…” Finally, She slowly got out of bed and let her somewhat swollen foot touch the ground first. When it touched the ground, she winced in pain. “Ow…” She said as she got out of the bed and limped over to the closet to get her clothes. “Owch…” Each step she took with her swollen foot was a painful one and she hated it and the clumsy retard more and more with each step.

When Jillian was sure that Sola was done with the bathroom, she quickly got in and went on to do what she normally did in the mornings. She had a quick shower and then moved on to finish other things to make sure she was ready for the day. Once she was done with the bathroom, she walked back to her room and changed into her ‘under work clothes’. Today, she chose to pull on a simple white tank top and some denim jeans, but it didn’t matter, she’d have to wear her black coverall later anyways.

By the time she had finished changing and tying up her hair, she smelled breakfast and smiled. Jillian limped her way into the kitchen and saw the eggs, sausages, hash browns, and the toast Sola had made. “Hmm?” She stopped and counted how much Sola made and then scratched her head. “She made too much… I don’t think she and Micheal eat this much…” She shrugged and made her way to the fridge. She took out some bottled water and some ice. “…Whatever…my foot hurts…”

[B]

"Good morning, Raccoon City!" The radio blared but 'Raccoon City' was added with the greeting from the wide-awake male standing two feet from the bed. He was wearing nothing but Fruit of the Loom primary briefs. He rotated his waste a whole 360 degrees and took a deep breath before letting loose. Another photo shoot but it was okay, he made money for it, a lot of money, and he knew he looked good.

He went to his closet and chose tight black jeans and a white t-shirt which complemented the black leather jacket that he always called "La Irristable". As for shoes he would go with simple, but fashionable black boots which he always found would catch the ladies' interest that he was a strong person, even though he never did work out for the strength but the look.

Jack decided to make breakfast although he couldn't cook worth crap. Lucky for him though, his breakfasts usually consisted of a protein shake and yogurt. He always felt he had to do this crap to look good. He sat quietly with a stupid smile as he sucked down his shake thinking of today. The shoot wasn't until 9pm where the background looks dark and sensual. He would probably take a morning jog then go bug one his friends at work today. His smile widened about what they'd do if he bothered them. He does it occasionally but he hasn't done it for a while so they might be used to not having him around now. Either way, he'll see where things lead.

After his quick breakfast he changed again into running clothes then combed his hair up into "cute spikes" then slipped on his sun glasses. He made sure to grab his cell phone and clip it to his fanny pack in which held his water bottle. With that he left his nice, 2 story-one inhabitant, house and began to jog at an even pace around his neighborhood, winking at women on the way. (One had given him the "Bitch gesture.)

[Jo]

A few grumbles and he turned over away from his mom.Pulling his blanket tightly over himself. He was probably trying to sleep in more. She sort of let him get into the habit was it was now getting a little annoying.

Sola ripped the sheets from her son. Throwing them across the room. She waited patiently for him to glared at her from taking the warmth away. She had to grin from stopping her self from laughing at the young boy.

" Come on Auntie Jilly wants to eat to and you know the rules kiddo. Breakfast we all eat together".

" Okay.... did you make me scrambled eggs?" he asked so sweetly.

" Of course, now get out of bed and go to the kitchen. You can wash and everything afterwards".

The little half-asian boy struggled to get off his bed and raced towards the food. It was amazing how one minute he was dead to the world and the next he could run a marathon.

She turned to her and her boyfriend's room. He was still passed out on the bed. She stared at his back. How should she wake him this morning? Maybe some cold water on his face.... or bingo dab him face....

Nah she decided it was the right course fo action. She'd get revenge later. She sat by him. Smiling, he looked very peaceful. As of late he's been working so hard. Stressing himself out. The woman gently shook her lover. A few grumbles and turning over. She decided to rip the sheets away like she did with Micheal.

" Wake up. Were starving and not eating without you"

" Leave me alone..."

She gave him a hard slap on his ass. She saw his form slightly jump from the attack. Bet he wasn't expecting that now was he?

" Get up. Or else!" Sola threatened.

Eventually the brute of a man got up, put on something decent as not to freak out Jillian. Like when she first moved in.

Poor girl. Hunk was in the shower relaxing from a long day of organizing things for the two clubs he was working for at the time. Probably two years ago or so. So anyways; Jillian arrived with this huge box that pretty much put a wall infront of her face. She went to her new room and then Hunk stepped out of the shower, he figured it was Sola he heard that opened the front door. It was just him and his girlfriend, Micheal was at one of his grandparents place.

Jillian and Hunk bump into one another. Hunk was nude at the moment jsut walking across the hall to his room. Jillian dropped the box by accident and they both stared at one another.... And hurried along to their respective areas.

The other woman, Sola, had seen the scene and burst out laughing.

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" Jillian come on we can finally eat now" she spoke. Micheal sat down, Hunk and his lover did as well. AS usual Hunk & Sola just used the same plate. What's the point of using more dishes right?

[D]

“Jillian, come on. We can finally eat now…” Sola said and Jillian watched the three take a seat before she sighed. They were just one happy family and Jillian felt out of it. Her thoughts of moving out had started when she first met Sola’s boyfriend, but moving out required money and she just didn’t have enough of it. It seemed that all the money she made went to paying for her share of things and then to her mother’s medical bills. And asking for help from her older siblings was out of the question. Cherlyn and Jay had ‘better things’ to do than help her…assholes.

“Oh…Alright…” She grabbed a plate and went over to get some food. Jillian took a seat and smiled at the three before getting an egg and a piece of toast. “Thanks for cooking, Sola.” She said and then she took a bite out of her toast. After a short time, she finished her small breakfast and then washed the plate. Her breakfasts usually weren’t so small and she could eat a lot more, but she needed to get to work before the clumsy retard came. Jillian had recently made it her goal to make it to work earlier than the retard, so she could prepare herself for anything that might happen.

“Well…I’m done. I’ll see you guys later.” Jillian left the family and walked over to her room. When she reached her room, she threw her navy blue coveralls, her work shoes, her cell phone, and whatever else she would need into a black backpack. Then, she put one of the backpack straps on her shoulder and started to put on her socks. The first sock was easy, but trying to put a sock on a swollen foot wasn’t. Jillian let out a few curses here and there as she tried to put on the sock. In the end, she got it on and moved to put on her running shoes.

After a few more fuck’s and shit’s, she finally got out of her room and made her way out of the apartment door. When she got out of the building, she sighed and began to awkwardly walk to the bus stop she needed to go to. The walk she had to take everyday was a pain and today, the pain was killing her. Oh, how she wished she had a car to use, but right now, she could only afford to take a bus or a taxi. She would take a taxi, but she just didn’t trust the drivers. Sometimes they ripped you off and she just hated that, so instead of riding in a car, she chose to walk a couple blocks to a bus.

“...My foot…” She looked down at her feet and took a seat on a random bench. “...It was an accident my ass…”

[B]

Jack turned into his house and entered it. He rested a few on his couch before going to his dresser and changing back into the clothes he had planned to wear earlier. He looked at his silver wrist watch and decided that he was bored. That's one thing about his work he disliked, he hated the random times that they would want him in at. Maybe he'll watch some news.

"Local man arrested for public indecency." Jack cocked an eyebrow and watched the blurred naked 36 year old man being hauled in cuffs to the police car. The next story came up. "Raccoon Sharks win with a bang, runningback Robert Hescher broke through six lineman and ran to the touchdown!" Sports news, never interested Jack. He flipped the T.V. off and leaned on his hand. He was quite sure he'd see his friends today, even if they do murder him.

(Filler)

[Jo]

The family sat in silence for the most part. They were happy but she couldn't help stare at her friend. She knew Jillian felt left out. She tried multiple times to include her with them but it wasn't the same was it? Her own family was not that close to one another. She had started to save up some money. She saved up about three thousand dollars over the last year from tips alone. It would be a gift to her. She loved Jillian. Yet the other women always seemed to be in a state of turmoil half of the time.

She wanted her to happy. She had tried to tell her friend that she didn't have to worry about rent, food, pretty much everything except clothing and toilettries. But that girl insisted to help pay.

" Sola?" the voice sounded foreign at first. But the Asian woman realized that it was Hunk's voice.

" Yes?" she asked back to the man.

" I'm gunna get going. Love you. See ya Micheal" the man hugged his son and kiss his girl on the forhead. " I'll see you two later on tonight".

He got ready and left a little afterwards. Sola sighed and cleaned the dishes and the table. She looked at Micheal as he walked away to clean himself in the washroom. It was hard for all of them to live like this. Micheal wanted to be with both his parents but they all lived very different lives. He had his mother during the day, his father at night.

Sola picked up the phone and dialed a number. ' He needs to start picking up his cellphone. He screens like an olympic swimmer' she thought dryly.

" Jack pick up" she muttered.

She covered the bottom part of the phone. And looked to see where her son was.

" Micheal get ready. We have plans to see your uncle remember?"

[B]

Jack let out a large yawn. He had turned the T.V. on again not long ago and was now watching a bad soap opera, well, not really watching but it gave him something to listen to randomly. While he "enjoyed" his bored moment the sound of a high pitched version of Moonlight Sonata sounded off. He thought a few then realized it was his phone. He reached to his waist but forgot that he didn't detach it from the waist pack when he got in.

Jack scrambled to his room and looked under his running clothes to find the pack. He unclipped the cellphone and answered. "Hello?" He waited a few seconds, he thought he could hear muffled words but couldn't make them out. "Yellow?" He asked a second time.

[D]

Jillian shook her head and got up from the bench. She started her walk again, but this time at a slower pace. Now, she cared less about making it to work early, late, or on time. It really didn’t matter because making it to work couldn’t change the fact that her foot was swollen and it hurt to walk.

The woman walked for a bit more and reached the bus stop. When she had arrived, the bus had arrived with her, so she was quick to get on and take a seat. She chose the seat nearest to the door and took off her backpack. Jillian then placed it on the seat beside her and took her cell phone out. “…A couple new messages.” She looked through her texts and then listened to her voicemail, but after listening to and reading all of it, she could only frown.

“Well…this sucks…” She muttered as she put back her phone. From what she had read and heard, it seemed that her second date with the guy she liked wasn’t going to happen. “Guess I’m free tonight.” Jillian chuckled and looked out of the window. She noticed the shining sun and closed her eyes. If she pretended that they were gone, would they disappear? Of course not, but she truly wished that everything would go well later.

After a couple stops, the bus finally stopped near her work and she hopped off. When she got off, Jillian turned the corner and entered the car garage. “Hey, Philip, Jesse, Hank!” She shouted at some fellow mechanics and they responded back with a smile and a quick “Hi.” Once the three got back to work, she changed into her own work clothes and then went right over to the car she had been working on the whole week.

[V]

"Haha...why Mister Koon, I didn't know you were into that thing..." A voice came from underneath a floral designed blanket in a twin sized bed. There was rustling underneath the blanket..., and it appeared as if the one underneath was rolling around. Too far, it would be, as she stumbled out of bed, grasping her pillow. The jolt woke her up from her, seemingly happy dream, as she blinked twice to let her eyes adjust to the morning light. The woman groaned, and forced herself up, slipping on a pair of slippers, to go check her mail. Like most apartments, their was a box somewhere off the curb. Luckily, it was not a far walk, and she retrieved it in about two minutes. She had a small stack of envelopes; the rent and bills were on top, but she did not bother with those right now. Three envelopes on the bottom of the stack were all she cared about right now." All three were from publishing agencies or a private publisher. Using a miniature katana letter-opener, she slit the envelope open on one side, and let the paper slide out. She skimmed through most of it.."We're are deeply sorry...." she read the last line. She tossed that leaflet away, and went on to the next one. "We are sorry to inform..." With a growl, she tossed the other one aside. The final one, from the private publisher. "No..." was the first, and likely only word, so she threw it aside, too. She let out a sigh, and turned on her tv with the remote. She was used to this by now, being an Unsuccessful Novelist. Luckily, a settlement from lawsuit kept her finances in order, and she would be set for a while. She wondered if her friends were favoring better in their lives. She looked down at her clothes. Blue floral pajamas, with branches of a cherry blossom tree stretching every which way, and on her feet, cyan fuzzy slippers, that had little antenna coming off the toe end. She wiggled her feet, so the antenna would sway around, it made her giggle. "Well, I still have a chance with the other publishers...maybe, my sense of style is just not recognized." She had written a novel, which is about the life of a Japanese girl growing up on an American naval base during WW2. She recounts the sleepless nights typing religiously on the word processor. It confuses that books like "How to cheat on your spouse and get away with it" can get a publisher, and not hers. She shrugged the though off, and started flipping through the channels. "I'm a little hungry...I might go off to eat...sometime soon. I am feeling...McDonalds."

[Jo]

" You forgot again didn't you?" the young woman asked through the wireless telephone. She shook her head. She had been trying to get a hold of him for the last couple of days. But of course he hadn't responded to her messages like usual.
She wished he didn't keep making promises he couldn't actually keep.

" You promised Micheal you would spend a few hours with him. He loves you. I hate lying to him because you want a good lay" she sighed in defeat. It would be the same thing all over again.

" If you can't keep these promises then don't. Just tell me right now if you can or not. If you can't YOU can tell him yourself"

[B]

Jack listened and mumbled. "Oh shit.." He listened her some more and shook his head. "No, I can. I can." He reassured her. He thought a few and nodded. "Alright, so... When are you going to bring Mikey over?" He asked into the cellphone as he stood up from the bed and walked over into the front room. The T.V. showed dismay as Julie and Rosa talk about Kent dying over genital warts. Jack grunted and switched off the T.V. As Sola spoke he wondered where he would take Mikey. Well... Michael found it entertaining when Jack would get slapped at the park for asking random women out. But that got old. He'll think of something..

[D]

“Hi Jullian!” A voice came from above her, but she ignored the voice. “Why didn’t you say hi to me?” It asked her and she continued to ignore it. “Why don’t you talk to me? Have I done something wrong?” She continued on with the silence and went on with her work. Her hand came from under the car and reached out for a wrench. “Cut the new guy some slack, puh-lease?” She kept quiet and felt the floor for a bit, but her search for the wrench ended when something suddenly hit her hand hard.

“YE-OW!” She yelled and then came a thump. “OW!” Jillian rolled out from under the car and sat up. Her hand was rubbing her forehead and her other hand rested on her lap. “My hand and my head, you bastard!” She glared up at him and seemingly growled.

He had entered the garage an hour after her and immediately when he came, the pain started. This time the ‘accident’ involved a wrench and Jillian’s hand. Apparently, he wanted to help her by giving her the wrench, but it had slipped out of his hands and fell. And out of some rotten luck, the tool landed on her hand. Oh, but the man got a lucky two for one. The sudden hit had caused Jillian to also hit her head and she wasn’t too happy about that.

“I didn’t mean any harm! Uh…I’ll get some ice!”

“Oh yeah! You better get some fucking ice!” The other mechanics watched the scene with smiles and some laughed. It seemed as if they enjoyed her pain and that was starting to get at her…She loved her job as a mechanic, but because of the new guy, she was beginning to hate it. “...If this happens again...I'm going to work at a different garage place...”

[Jo]

" We'll be there in half an hour to forty-five minutes. So be ready, please wear actual clothes around him. He already ate but I'll bring some snacks for him. See you then".

She hung up the phone and sighed heavily. At least this time he actually kept his promise. She picked up a little bit, while running around the kitchen the woman fixed Micheal healthier snacks. Some crackers, orange juice, carrot sticks and a banana.

She packed an extra set of clothes, swim trunks, emergency numbers. The works pretty much. Well thats what Jack always said when she brought Micheal over. It wasn't that she didn't trust him per se.... It was just that he wasn't exactly Mr. Maturity and all. She was allowed me midly worried wasn't she?

She ventured over towards the bedroom, peeking her head in the door. There was her son already dressed, his hair slightly damp, but ready.

" Hey Micheal come on. Were going to see Uncle Jackie" she said eagerly.

The boy jumped up, running past her to get his shoes on. Sola had to giggle, maybe once a month he'd take her son. And he was mostly there since Mike was born.

The two eventually got out of the apartment building and walked over towards central and fifth. It was maybe twenty minutes away. The pair took their time, stopping once in a while to check the time or to look in a window shop.

It didn't take much longer to get to Jack's place. She knocked on the door then just opened it. The boy took of again in search for his Uncle. Sola placed Micheal's bag on her old friend's coffee table. The Asian woman rubbed her forehead a few times and took in a big breath. She waited momentarily for him to come in the living room.

[B]

Jack began placing his jogging clothes in hampers to be washed. He wasn't a clean freak but he had nothing better to do. He again found himself in front of the T.V. watching the blank screen. He was tired of watching about fatal STDs and drama. Ten minutes passed and Jack was beginning to grow a little impatient through his boredom. He wondered how things would be different had he taken his dream and worked to be in law enforcement than modeling.

Ten minutes passed again and Jack was so bored he was in his room bathroom flexing shirtless in front of the mirror. He might as well practice up for tonight. "Damn I look good." He mumbled to himself but in the end felt he was missing something. He snapped his fingers and went into his room and opened a drawer, he then pulled out fake military dog tags made of fake gold, though no one could tell it was fake but someone certified in the metal. He placed it over his neck and walked back into his bathroom and admired the look.

"Uncle Jack?" A child's voice broke out in his ear as quick little footsteps entered the room. Jack casually slipped the white t-shirt over his head and walked out. "Ey Mikey. What's up?" The boy flashed a smile and said his usual line when he comes to spend the day with Jack. "What're we gonna do today?" Jack let out a laugh. "That's for you not to know and me to think of." Jack picked up his jacket from the bed and slipped it on but didn't bother zipping it. "Lets go see your mum." Jack left the room with Mikey by his side and went out to the living room where Sola was. "Ello Sola." He looked at his watch. "You have work in a few hours, huh?" He asked casually.