[color=8882be][h2]Jasper Lanes[/h2][/color]
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Striking a recently scuffed but otherwise new transit pass, Jasper turned and pocketed his ticket to the front-row seat of the slapstick show. A familiar-looking pastel figure falling from the last landing was at least saved by the legs of a larger figure of about as much comment as the one they offered, unparticular. Jasper couldn't help but cringe for the situation that unfolded, instead respectfully turning to strike their pass, again, by accident. Playing it off like he totally didn't mess up, he considered tossing it but figured it may help un-fuck a day, in a pinch. The tickets were good for a timeframe, not direction. 
While he was accustomed to jogging everywhere and pinching every penny, the promotional event by the university's open house had been a tempting sell. Sure it was a student pass, and sure he wasn't a student...but he [i]could[/i] be~

Still, he felt obligated to at least check out the event with the new pass before abusing it to finally go sightseeing. The time he grew up in New York was just some nameless street in the thick of the concrete jungle, to and from events, obligations and family gatherings.
Simpler times...
With a nostalgic 'Hm' to agree with his numbing illusion to dull the maelstrom of noise the city seemed to be made of, he reminisced about cool winds and open fields...and tall dark trees. The yawn of the forest and how it seemed to swallow the rays of light that shown even longest past its boughs...and nightmares of seeing the shadows move, past them.

-And then Jasper's phone alarm simply titled 'late' went off in his pocket, loudly chirping through the airy fabric of their shorts. His ears bolted up and were then blustered about by the arriving train. As he wrestled with the device to turn it off, he squinted at the notification about having new texts. No numbers, dumb phone no do numbers. The 'can of worms' that was 'Booze Clues' where we get to find out 'whaaaaaat happun!?'
Instead, Jasper slid the phone away, not wanting to gratify last night's ghosts with a 'read' status. 

[color=8882be]"Only thing y'can count on, ah?"[/color] Jasper chirped to no-one in particular in order to strike conversation with any distraction he could find. A lighter hue caught the corner of his vision, reflexively drawn to glance to Dolly, unintentionally, and then double-taking to offer a polite nod and an apathetic smile before stepping onto the train. Clearly he saw, and figured to air out the awkwardness, [color=8882be]"I'd give it a three out of ten, not [i]eeeven[/i] bleeding~"[/color] he teased with the fakest of smarm, angled in an 'at least you're not' tone. Jasper resolved to stand, preferring to feel the bumps in the track holding the pole with the crook of an elbow and the lean of a cocked hip, making it his by law. [color=8882be]"Y'ain' actually bleeding, are ya?"[/color] their concern an excellent performance, accompanied by the tilt of their head and unfocused eyes peering over their glasses as they actually looked at the floor in a similar direction. They only held this for a moment before looking out the windows to survey the size of the crowd that intended to get on the train.