[color=8882be][h2]Jasper "Jazz" Lanes[/h2][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] Boardinghouse Loft-> Approaching Subway
[b]Mentions:[/b] [@False Prophet]
[b]Interactions:[/b] Open
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Mote-strewn rays struck through the broad bay windows, the skeletal frame of a supporting post in the center of the structure casting a tall interloper of darkness in a distinct metre upon the plaided frames of light. Echoing in the emptiness of the room, looping with a chirp in the volume to shock the owner of the phone into rolling from their slumber. A clumsy hand reached out and smacked the device, fumbling with getting the password wrong a few times on the crappy, noisy dumb-phone, and with peace having returned with only an ambient echo to haunt the lone occupant.

Kicking the blanket off and finally dragging their vaguely hungover frame into a stretch, they sat up, mid-yawn, into the blinding and scornful glint of the morning sun. Jasper fought the good fight, but two shivering sneezes later, their eyes cut back to their usual hollow stare that briefly flicked across the scene.

[color=8882be]"Oh boy, playing 'booze clues' on a weekday..."[/color] they said aloud to the echo of the room to cast back, even as he pulled on a pair of snug black shorts aside their bedding and flopped their legs back down to the futon. Their toes spread and cracked as their haunches puuuuulled-[i]but[/i] not too far! They spend a minute getting up and doing stretches to stomp and stave off what had almost been a muscle cramp.
Getting the kettle started with water from the brita, Jasper dragged themselves into the nearby washroom as their setup was merely a set of folding walls and roll-out rugs to accent the old floor you'd probably see in a Rocky flick. This place had plans outside of the stumbling and heaving rodent.

A run through the showers and brushing, brushing, brushing~, Jazz then strut back into his sectioned estate. Their feet flexing the toes and nails to grip onto the rug and drag the top of their paws along the fabric while idly flipping through the phone from before, now tame and yielding of [NEWS] that transpired the time between conscious states. 
Letting the latest political gossip play on low volume, Jasper made expressions in a mirror mounted on a dressed set in a wheel'd frame as he dotted in the ink-black 'freckles'.
Testing expressions and adding 'finesses' to make the shadows under his eyes a bit less bruised and restless-looking. Painting nail's and blah blah blah.

Setting out, stocking'd legs clicked down the steps in high-knee'd steps to start out the stretch as Jasper set off on a pair of worn-to-fit faded converse. Joining into the hustle and march of the city's pulse, Jasper's small pads that he stilted along on hopped about from one opening to another, balancing themselves with an arm or palm against the wall while making their way downtown. Walking fast, faces passed and he was more focused on trying to keep from bumping into smaller pedestrians and not being stepped on, himself. The impossibility of this task and the crushing claustrophobia that ensued was motivation enough to continue the hurry. Still, in their effort to be as socially unimpactful as possible, they held their tongue when ran into due to an intersection swell, managing to catch themselves before falling onto what, to Jasper, was a petite pastel smear clutching their own tail. Not being one for eye-contact, the details of their face weren't picked up even as they turned their head to direct a polite [color=8882be]"Pardon me"[/color] before recovering and looking for an opening to continue his pace. Making it the last block to the station, he was finally forced to slow by the stairs down to the booths and platforms.