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Re: Neji Application Part 3 (Final)
Personality, Likes & Dislikes: As stated, Neji loves attention, more so than that, he loves making others think that he hates the very attention that he craves so desperately.

Neji is not a very outgoing individual. He is generally quiet in nature unless he feels the need to point out someone else’s shortcomings. He is a difficult person to communicate with, but the right amount of alcohol will loosen him up considerably. He favorite drink is Grey Goose Vodka and cranberry juice. He occasionally drinks on the weekend to unwind and every once in awhile during the week to distress (normally, when he has been thinking about the life he left behind).

There aren't too many things that he likes or enjoys other than attention. He does, however, enjoy winning an argument. He dislikes several things including the emotional attachment that many women seem to carry along with him during no strings attached sex. If he has sex with a male (after drinking too much, or so he claims) he will never bring it up and will avoid the man that was lucky enough to get into his pants. He eventually wants to go back to school and earn his diploma, but can't bring himself to do so.

Sample Post:

First Person

I woke up this morning to discover that he had made himself comfortable on the sofa in my living room. He smiled at me, one of those smiles that people give when they expect you to remember something that transpired between the two of you the night before.

I ignored him and his ridiculous smile.

It is pointless, really, to smile when there is nothing to smile about. The night before was a mistake. It disgusts me to think that I let him touch me at all. He really isn't that attractive now that I am sober enough to really look at him.

I took a shower and scrubbed the evidence of things that shall be unmentioned off my skin and out of my hair. I had hoped that he would leave before I was done. He had, thankfully. He also left his number on the May edition of Time Magazine, sitting atop my living room table. The number was written on, of all things, a paper napkin. He also managed to leave his jacket behind.

I sent a text message to his phone, letting him know that he could pick his jacket up at a park on the other side of town. I will leave it on a park bench, and if he's lucky, it will still be there when he arrives. I suspect he had planned to use the jacket as a reason to visit me.

Looks like I saved him the trouble.

Third Person (prompt Cell phone)

It sat there, an inanimate object, yet it called to him so loudly, that he had to remove himself from his bedroom and out into the hall where he could think properly.

He’d only had one drink, which was far from enough to get him to the point where simple want became burning need. Unfortunately, for him, his brain refused to give the rest of his body that tiny bit of valuable information.

So there he stood, out in the hall, completely, almost embarrassingly, aroused.

He could call a woman, any woman, and take care of his annoying problem, but that option would leave him with yet another annoying problem. This new problem would weigh about one hundred and ten pounds would smell like White Diamonds. This new problem would also come with an endless amount of questions, concerning whether or not they were going to become a ‘thing’.

Neji heavily weighed his options. With a defeated sigh, he traveled back into his room and picked up the cell phone that he had tried to escape. He dialed the number, pretending as though he was making a simple business call. He waited for the other person to pick up. After two rings, the call was answered by a man with a smooth, velvety, voice.

“I wasn’t expecting to ever hear from you again.”

“I’ve had a few too many drinks.” A lie he had told so many times, that he sometimes actually believed it when he said it. “I don’t suppose you could give me a ride home?”

“I’ll be there shortly.”

“Okay.”

Neji hung up the phone. He would walk to the bar just two short blocks away from his home and pretend to have been sitting there all night. The man that he had called always played his role in this lie and it was only fair that Neji do the same.