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<sub>» s u r n a m e, Cooper
» d u b b e d, Jason James
» s p i n s, Twenty Six



» m i r r o r i m a g e, Jason has always been the ‘runt of the litter’, so to speak. His mother had experienced a difficult pregnancy, in which she had heavily drank alcohol, and smoked. She’d gone into an early labor and after a thirty two hour process and the baby coming upside down, being trapped by the umbilical cord and the mother experiencing a lot of pain, a baby was sure enough born. He wasn‘t like a regular baby though. He was only 6 and a half months built and not really truly ready to be birthed. Jason weighed but three pounds and was kept inside an incubator for the first six months of his life. His mother blamed herself, her other 4 boys sad on their brothers birth being so drastic. The doctors had told her he was so weak that he wouldn’t survive for his first year or so. He wasn’t breathing on his own and his blood was very dilute. Doctors just couldn’t explain what was wrong with him. They narrowed it down however when Sarah admitted she’d took drugs through the pregnancy. What Jason had been experiencing were withdrawal symptoms. As his mother, Sarah, had been becoming hooked so had Caleb. It was a particularly hurtful time for Caleb’s father, James, who was a very loyal and caring man. He didn’t smoke, hardly drank and definitely didn’t touch drugs, he was ashamed of his own wife. During an argument though, a breakthrough occurred. Jason’s eyes opened, and he seemed to be moving. Over the days after Sarah’s confession, the doctors had metaphorically put baby Jason in rehab. And he seemed to be flushed of the drugs. Two months later, he was settled into the Cooper household and growing daily.
By the time school began, Jason was around three foot tall and weighed a healthy amount. No one could be more happy for him. His mom was off of the drugs and the relationship between James and Sarah was strong again. They’d learned to forgive and forget, and it was the best thing they could have done. Their family was big and everyone needed support. Jason was beautiful. His eyes were true green and he had beautiful blond hair, he truly was an absolutely gorgeous child. He was severely asthmatic and therefore sometimes looked a little drained and breathless, but when the child was on full form he looked magnificent. He was definitely a handsome boy.
It was when he reached mid teens, around fourteen, or fifteen, that he possessed his desire for looks. Before that, he was happy to be the little runt, but totally ‘girlfriendless’ and reading men’s magazines, he figured that if you were more muscular and masculine, you’d bag a girl ad a good car and a good job. So he slowly increased his level of activity, he had some pretty rough times with his breathing, but soon, he learned how to control himself.
As he reached seventeen he had a body to die for. And guess what, had now had seven girls under his belt.
He’s stayed pretty much like this. He’s had a lot more than seven girls too now. He weighs 195 pounds and has a really good body and is six feet two exactly. Taller than his older brother Josh.
» p e r s o n a, Surprisingly, Jason has never been shy or quiet, in fact, his looks when he was young were the complete opposite of the way he acted. Looking at him, you saw a quiet, shy, bashful little boy, but deeper inside, there was this little ball of energy and wildness and spark. He was a crazy little kid, but so loving and caring to have around. Just the way his father was taught him right from wrong. He knew exactly how to behave, but, everyone loves a rebel and occasionally he did go against the rules and he did be naughty. But, sure enough he received punishment like every other kid he knew did. He was very happy too. He knew exactly what his past had been like after his mother and father told him everything of what had happened when he was born, and he’d learned from his older siblings, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care that technically he was a recovered drug user at the age of fifteen, all he cared about was being well liked and having friends. Nothing else mattered to him. But soon, he was to find ‘Playboy’ magazines in his twenty year old brothers house when he stayed over there, he’d read through and get strange feelings that no one had ever explained to him … desire and lust to be like those men with those women, to be sat in those fast cars, with his top torn off and his chest muscles rippling. His brother had found him looking at the magazines, and explained the feelings he was getting, explained that Jason was only feeling natural feelings and that’s how he should feel. It was like Jason was overcome with emotions and desire and lust. He knew that’s what he wanted to be like. And that’s when he become ever so slightly more rebellious, he’d flirt with girls and make moves that were pretty damn drastic, but the ladies had learned to love the new Jason. And Jason himself couldn’t be more happy with himself. Pretty soon he wanted it all. He had a nickname which everyone in his high school knew him by; ‘Coop’ and he was getting suspended for a couple of days every other week something drastic had happened. He’d changed completely. He was staying out till all hours, drinking and smoking and partying. And then came this night, were he turned twenty six, and he realised, enough was enough of living near to home, he wanted to go somewhere with a bit of style, yet, located far away, somewhere quiet to rest his head and e good, yet somewhere to unleash his wild side close by. He found Oakley Bay.
» t h e h i s t o r y, Four girls. Arms linked together, faces painted with make up, hair style beautifully. All of them made the boys jaws drop. Their school skirts barely passed the stage of ‘belt’ and they were often getting saucy looks from teachers even, never mind the lads. Who were they? They were the Maloney girls. All sisters. Heather, Katherine, Maria and Sarah. The youngest was Sarah. The little blue eyes blond haired princess. She was the most wanted Maloney. All the other girls had blue eyes too, but all of the others had brown hair, and something about this sweet eight year old resembled the beautiful sex symbol, Marilyn Monroe. All the boys were after her. It was only when she reached 15 she kissed for the first time, surprisingly. It was with this boy, who she totally fell for. His name, James Cooper. He was a stud. A complete idol to a lot of boys, but a bully victim. He loved to learn, and this put a lot of girls off, but rebellious little Sarah, loved him. When she was twenty, he was twenty two, they married in a little Chapel. For seven years they lived together happily, alone. Until Sarah was tested positive and she was pregnant. Alexander was born nine months later, healthy and happy, and weighing seven pounds nine ounces. He was a lovely little boy. For the next two years, they decided that they wanted a family. A nice big family, with kids to the rafters. The was complete dreamers, but, it soon all whizzed into motion when a year later, babies Ashton, Taylah and Norah was born. Then a year later, Micah, then the following year, Carter. They were all very happy from James’s perspective. But, as the kids grew older, something almost bored Sarah. She had been receiving phone calls from her sister Katherine, who was in prison, well, who had just been released, telling them to catch up. Well. Sarah wasn’t one to miss out on ‘family’ and went along. Where she smoked her first cigarette in months, where she drank until she couldn’t remember her name, and snorted cocaine by the ounce. She woke up in the street. Sun beaming down on her. Early as though it was, this back alley was crowded with hobo’s and prostitutes, and it smelt strongly of vomit and urine. Soon to be joined by fresh vomit, as Sarah span over and threw up. She was missing her skirt, and her bra was unbuckled. She knew she’d had sex. But she didn’t know with who. She didn’t know if it was rape or if she’d agreed. She spotted her skirt, and pulled it on carefully, tying her hair back and sitting back against a wall, until a man pulled her up and began to kiss her deeply.
”Thanks for last night. It was memorable. Never heard anyone scream so much. We should do it again some time.”
She was disgusted with herself. She threw up again in the gutter and stumbled home, her head pounding. She just thumped upstairs and went into the shower, washing herself down, and freshening herself up, soon forgetting about the previous night. She soon become hooked on the smoking and drinking and drug using, and was waking up in the back alleys almost every day. In fact, she’d made some pretty good friends. Couple of prostitutes, her ‘usual’ man. And well, she was just having fun.
And then, Jason was born. She didn’t even know she’d been pregnant. She knew she’d not been having periods, but she put it down to all the drugs.
And then it all happened so fast.
Her son nearly died. Her little brand new baby. Their life was so strained and it took her six months to confess she’d been on heroin, and cocaine. And they were able to flush the baby of drugs.
Jason grew up quickly. It was really strange, whereas Sarah grew more protective, Something was wierd with James. He just, went nasty. He'd beat them all and if they weren't shtibags he'd disown them. So, that's when the drugs kicked in and smoking and drinking. Jason was 7 when he got hooked on Smoking. 11 when he got hooked on drugs again and 15 when the alcohol problem was in sight. They'd all been in a freak storm years before, he hadn't seen many of his brothers or Taylah or Norah. Someone told him Taylah had been killed. After sorting out the problems with drugs and booze, he decided enough was enough. Bought himself a flat in New York. His life just sort of whizzed by. Sex and drugs and rock and roll. At twenty he made a decision, that California was going to be his final destination. He became a Bartender at Diamondz and Pearlz. There's no man better for the job.
j o b, Diamondz and Pearlz Barman
e d u c a t i o n, finished
p e t s, none
s a m p l e, Hehe! No!
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