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Animalia - REBOOTED

"Jazz"

Location: Eukary University - Open House Stalls (Current time)
Mentions: None of note
Interactions: Open

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A doberman in a nerdy tweed sweater-vest and button-up stepped out of the unisex bathroom, recomposing their attire and crossing the hall to slip a bill into the vending machine. A hand in their pocket and head drifting, suspiciously, side to side as they pretended to make a choice, they punched a few options, having paid for more than a single drink, already. Footsteps rang around them of strangers and those who would probably be sharing seats next to them in classes, enough to make the motions nervous yet intentional in a 'what would a normal person do to not draw attention' manner.
Taking the two iced teas and giving them a shake, he handed one to the bunny who sighed a huff as they took the bottle and-

'Jazz' offered the doberman a wink after being handed the iced tea, letting it swing between their fingers as he strolled off towards the stalls with a pinch of spending cash. It wasn't like a carnival or a state fair that he was used to, but 'Jazz' knew these faces and preachings to be that of soulless carnies pinching pennies. The only real difference was the scam involved filling your head full of shit you don't need and opinions no sane person wanted.
So the cynical skeptic was off, delighting with a glow of recent satisfaction and an iced tea to boot! Consciously wrestling their expression down to a respectful neutrality as not to offend the tellers and mountebanks, the shameless 'Jazz' casually schmoozed their way, with feinted interest, towards free samples and other displays, seeing the run-up as more of a renaissance festival by comparison to what they arrogantly considered 'real education'.

Checking the phone

Jasper, maybe reflexively, slid their phone from their pocket to open the screen, swiping in the password and clicking the spot to avail messages before it even reached his eyes. Pacing to the side of the stalls, their eyes met, first, with the name of the Ex, a few spaces down from the top...the last message having been sent from himself weeks ago. Weasel Tom had a big 'a bit extra' spat of self-contempt expressed through what Jasper could only contrive to be rap lyrics, though the music and cadence were lost and the wall of text was...unworthy of attention, to say the least. Since Tom decided to follow Jasper into the night, a lazy "Hey how u doooin?" had garnished them the top of the list as of a handful of hours ago, likely before he passed out.

Jasper left this how it was, Tom would likely be the one to bother him, anyway, and his bigger issue was from Ms. Dodgerton. She was curious if Jasper could invite a few of his big handsome friends to help haul salt to the water softener before rain turned the bags into bricks. Leaving this unanswered, since he wholly expected to do this, alone, he groaned as he tapped the third line...and held, to delete the conversation without reading it.

'Libris Aldishard' sent another image, a salacious screenshot of a leonid torso rippling with chiseled abs and pecs, crunched down from compression to look like a shitty stack of waffles. Deleting it without a thought, Jasper simply hoped THIS time that vain jackass would get the hint and silence would speak for itself. Not only was the cretin hopelessly arrogant and violently toxic, but the tone of the messages Jasper glanced made it seem like their insecurities bordered on self-destructive. Pitiable, but unworthy of attention. Sometimes people are 'bad' because they are thus, and cannot be helped. Sometimes, these people just seek attention in order sink their hooks and drag others down to their level.......no matter how attractive they may be, people are still just people.
Jasper wasn't one to judge in this context; he was also far from a saint and had no interest in helping their douchebag stalker through personal problems he could only speculate on...

Responding to Ms. Dodgerton, Jasper said that his friends were in town for the weekend before 'shipping out' again, and he left it at that, offering his service, personally, to his landlord, with a vaguely professional yet respectful tact.
...only reason he had the place was due to his charm, anyway. No sense letting a bad day bleed into unaffiliated interactions.

Puffing out their cheeks with an exhale through their front teeth in a soft whistle, Jasper gently swore and then silenced themselves with a swig of the bottled iced tea. In order to sell the excuse of being away all day, he took his time roaming the stalls, drifting back to the 'Studio Arts' section a few times.
Contemplatively reflecting on the display, he weighed his own talent with a keyboard, sure that a class couldn't possibly be so complicated as to eat up all of his oh-so valuable time as a socialite and general degenerate.

Animalia - REBOOTED

I'm planning on doing my own timeskip post hopefully before going out of town for the weekend.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Jasper Lanes

Location: Train
Mentions: @False Prophet
Interactions: Open

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There came a long moment of awkward silence as people flooded in and got situated and as comfortable as the accommodations would allow. Everyone bumped everyone and it was a heckin' riot of an endeavor. Tall as he was, the handholds, above, were out of the question unless he wanted to dangle for the ride. Spry and of a mantra, 'got two working legs, it'd be a shame to waste them,' he preferred to stand, should anyone need a seat, more.
Arguably, from what he'd seen, the smol mouse was certainly in need of a seat. Jasper's expression contemplatively softened while his attention shifted directly onto the mouse. Their pupils seemed to sharpen as he idly and intentionally gave Dolly a proper look over from feet to face, lingering on the vaguely swollen cheek.

With a click of their tongue and a sigh, Jasper swung his backpack around and unzipped it with his left hand enough to fish through the small cooler section of his lunchbox. The slim can from the minifridge would have to suffice, for now, as he casually offered the folded ice pack. Faded text betrayed its age, having supposedly come from an oral surgeon office, once upon a time. "Ah good. Left the bacitracin at home, anyway," they curtly chirped, a comedic sneer in their expression to imply 'maybe the fall wasn't that bad' even as they sincerely passed off the ice pack. "People these days, ah? Run right into ye'n are the first ta give ya some canned advice than an apology, even," Jasper tried to commiserate, the soft growls of his rant kept at an intimate volume lest the perpetrator be amongst the crowd and take offence to being called out. With a sigh, their composure smoothed back out as they had been staring off into space, idly drawing their phone and holding it low to start it up enough to notice the notifications and then put it away, once more, with the disposition of a smoker trying to quit. It otherwise could come off as simply checking the time.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Jasper Lanes

Location: Subway Platform -> Subway
Mentions: @False Prophet
Interactions: Open

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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 could 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.

"Only thing y'can count on, ah?" 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, "I'd give it a three out of ten, not eeeven bleeding~" 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. "Y'ain' actually bleeding, are ya?" 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.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Cringe, but not wrong.
Hey @Appalo!

Animalia - REBOOTED

Jasper "Jazz" Lanes

Location: Boardinghouse Loft-> Approaching Subway
Mentions: @False Prophet
Interactions: 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.

"Oh boy, playing 'booze clues' on a weekday..." 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-but 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 "Pardon me" 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.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Jasper "Jazz" Lanes

Tha boi

Name: Jasper "Jazz" Lanes
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Age: 25
Species: Lepus Othus (Alaskan Hare)
Diet: Herbivore (Has a taste for 'Cricket Crisps', though)

Height: 4'4"
Weight: 73 lbs
Physique: Androgynously Lithe and curvy with an athletic tone, making their perceived gender a tossup while on the run.

Appearance

Long-legged and well-groomed with a maintained physique allows them to pass as considerably classier than the modest flat they live in would suggest. Their snowy complexion and pink eyes hints to albinism, the blonde accents likely being flecks of temporary dyes. Inked-in freckles on the velvet of their face, eyeliner, fake glasses, nail polish accent the studs and bars in their ears and the 'premo' look is complete with devil-bite ring piercings in their lower lip.
Depending on the day, leisurewear may be plaid designer thigh-highs, high-tops, short shorts and a snug tank top under an oversized hoodie. 'Workwear' typically consists of smears and black/gray splotching on what isn't hidden under dark turtlenecks, tight jeans and boots, eschewing the piercings and other bright colors for a more discreet edge. What funds they rake in go to creature comforts and the various collection of 'hats' and disguises they shift between depending on which itch needs scratching.

Personality: The playful smirk, soft voice and feminine wiles are wielded like a tool as he tries to 'fake it til ya make it'. Jasper is loathe to talk about his past and prefers to hear others talk about themselves. What can be pried from him can often be construed as douche-y whimsical prose, snark or flat perspectives on current events and its impacts rather than committing to a stance. 'Un-personlike' behavior with a hollow affect, seemingly holding no value for friendship or acquaintances, though craving comradery and the proximity of others, he comes off as guarded and eerily fake, though not unpleasant or arrogant. Distant, but not fleeting, he seemingly prefers to sink into the background of groups in spite of their flourish and presentation. Hes aware that this mindset is wasting time and letting his life pass by, but after losing so much to the city, hes hesitant to invest himself in establishing new relationships. Fearful of rejection, loss and change. Jasper is vaguely dissociative and spontaneous with a weakness for substances and a want for mediums of expression.

Short History: Jasper is from far out of state, having moved to New York with his family some ten years ago. The city wasn't what was expected or promised and he was alone, by the end of it. Terrible decisions and desperations dragged together the funds to stay afloat for a while as he figures out what to do with himself.

History

Jasper was born in the suburbia outside Juno to a middle-class family. His father was an upstart entrepreneur, his mother nurtured was a stay-at-home sort to care for him and his brother. In these simple and quiet times, he would garden and help out around the house, honing a skill with poetry which never went anywhere due to a lack of self-esteem and timidness towards the world. The concept of the arcane, however 'fantasy' the concept was in reality, always enraptured his wild creativity. It was something ethereal that gave voice to the shadows in the deep woods, something that made him want...more...from his works. Something he didn't feel could be found in respect or even acknowledgement. The dreams sat with him for the decade after his father had his 'big break' and the whole of their family's life was flown down to the cities with the promises of walls of glass and views out over the clouds.
Jasper's father, though making somewhat more, had caught himself in a loop of successes and falls for the predators of papers and ink; demons who damned with single strokes of black pens. Rooms were smaller, the laughter quieter, and the stars in the sky lost behind a veil of smog and neon. His mother simply disappeared one day, the police always 'doing their best' at every pleading question, though the case was silently closed with about as much grace as the final shrug they offered.
His brother was the one to make it big, landing a position as a chemical engineer and going his own separate way after Jasper fell into drugs...they...don't talk, anymore. Jasper dissolved the assets his father left after the weight of the city finally crushed him, and he moved into a roomy condo with a few others to split the cost. It was here where he gave his heart away to the wrong people. Sure the money was good, and he was fairly skilled at the offered work, but it was hardly what could be called a 'living'.
Dancing at dangerous clubs he likely shouldn't have been welcome in, splitting spliffs on rooftops, its always 'the last time', but resolution never came. He knew he was trapped in the spiral and quickly becoming an uninspiring person. His dreams and storied may have been dying, but they weren't dead...at least not completely. It was just a matter of will and wiring, like his brother. He was going to make his name! He was going to get his own place and make rent Every Week. He was going to climb the glass towers and see the world from atop it all! He was going to make the world remember his name!
Instead the 'swamptown massacre' happened...bad leads to literal dead ends to find his mother, and he very well almost joined her. One name change, later, and 'Jasper' sits on the remnants of the savings paid from a sloppy hit-job he was set up for.
He has his own place, running utilities, quiet neighbors, and the bastards from the club have yet to catch on to where he went or if hes even still alive. He would disagree in calling the empty loft a 'life', but after two years in hiding with the occasional mischievous outings, perhaps 'surviving' is good enough.
These quiet days of Jasper Lanes.

Class: Lower-Middle
Occupation: Poet, Stripper, Hitman, Part-Time Waiter at The Warren, Petty Criminal
Relationships: Ms. Dodgerton the Landlady (Mole), Weasel Tom his dealer (Ferret)
Speech Color Code: 8882be

Animalia - REBOOTED

Legosi is, forever, the best boi.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Jasper

Tha boi

Name: Jasper "Jazz" Lanes
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Age: 25
Species: Lepus Othus (Alaskan Hare)
Diet: Herbivore (Has a taste for 'Cricket Crisps', though)

Height: 4'4"
Weight: 73lbs
Physique: Androgynously Lithe and curvy with an athletic tone, making their percieved gender a tossup while on the run.

Appearance

Long-legged and well-groomed with a maintained physique allows them to pass as considerably classier than the modest flat they live in would suggest. Their snowy complexion and pink eyes hints to albinism, the blonde accents likely being flecks of temporary dyes. Inked-in freckles on the velvet of their face, eyeliner, fake glasses, nail polish accent the studs and bars in their ears and the 'premo' look is complete with devil-bite ring piercings in their lower lip.
Depending on the day, leisurewear may be plaid designer thigh-highs, high-tops, short shorts and a snug tank top under an oversized hoodie. 'Workwear' typically consists of smears and black/gray splotching on what isn't hidden under dark turtlenecks, tight jeans and boots, eschewing the piercings and other bright colors for a more discreet edge. What funds they rake in go to creature comforts and the various collection of 'hats' and disguises they shift between depending on which itch needs scratching.

Personality: The playful smirk, soft voice and feminine wiles are wielded like a tool as he tries to 'fake it til ya make it'. Jasper is loathe to talk about his past and prefers to hear others talk about themselves. What can be pried from him can often be construed as douche-y whimsical prose, snark or flat perspectives on current events and its impacts rather than committing to a stance. 'Un-personlike' behavior with a hollow affect, seemingly holding no value for friendship or acquaintances, though craving comradery and the proximity of others, he comes off as guarded and eerily fake, though not unpleasant or arrogant. Distant, but not fleeting, he seemingly prefers to sink into the background of groups in spite of their flourish and presentation. Hes aware that this mindset is wasting time and letting his life pass by, but after losing so much to the city, hes hesitant to invest himself in establishing new relationships. Fearful of rejection, loss and change. Jasper is vaguely disassociative and spontaneous with a weakness for substances and a want for mediums of expression.

Short History: Jasper is from far out of state, having moved to New York with his family some ten years ago. The city wasn't what was expected or promised and he was alone, by the end of it. Terrible decisions and desperations dragged together the funds to stay afloat for a while as he figures out what to do with himself.

History

Jasper was born in the suburbia outside Juno to a middle-class family. His father was an upstart entrepeneur, his mother nurtured was a stay-at-home sort to care for him and his brother. In these simple and quiet times, he would garden and help out around the house, honing a skill with poetry which never went anywhere due to a lack of self-esteem and timidness towards the world. The concept of the arcane, however 'fantasy' the concept was in reality, always enraptured his wild creativity. It was something ethereal that gave voice to the shadows in the deep woods, something that made him want...more...from his works. Something he didn't feel could be found in respect or even acknowledgement. The dreams sat with him for the decade after his father had his 'big break' and the whole of their family's life was flown down to the cities with the promises of walls of glass and views out over the clouds.
Jasper's father, though making somewhat more, had caught himself in a loop of successes and falls for the predators of papers and ink; demons who damned with single strokes of black pens. Rooms were smaller, the laughter quieter, and the stars in the sky lost behind a veil of smog and neon. His mother simply disappeared one day, the police always 'doing their best' at every pleading question, though the case was silently closed with about as much grace as the final shrug they offered.
His brother was the one to make it big, landing a position as a chemical engineer and going his own separate way after Jasper fell into drugs...they...don't talk, anymore. Jasper dissolved the assets his father left after the weight of the city finally crushed him, and he moved into a roomy condo with a few others to split the cost. It was here where he gave his heart away to the wrong people. Sure the money was good, and he was fairly skilled at the offered work, but it was hardly what could be called a 'living'.
Dancing at dangerous clubs he likely shouldn't have been welcome in, splitting spliffs on rooftops, its always 'the last time', but resolution never came. He knew he was trapped in the spiral and quickly becoming an uninspiring person. His dreams and storied may have been dying, but they weren't dead...at least not completely. It was just a matter of will and wiring, like his brother. He was going to make his name! He was going to get his own place and make rent Every Week. He was going to climb the glass towers and see the world from atop it all! He was going to make the world remember his name!
Instead the 'swamptown massacre' happened...bad leads to literal dead ends to find his mother, and he very well almost joined her. One name change, later, and 'Jasper' sits on the remnants of the savings paid from a sloppy hit-job he was set up for.
He has his own place, running utilities, quiet neighbors, and the bastards from the club have yet to catch on to where he went or if hes even still alive. He would disagree in calling the empty loft a 'life', but after two years in hiding with the occasional mischievous outings, perhaps 'surviving' is good enough.
These quiet days of Jasper Lanes.

Class: Lower-Middle
Occupation: Poet, Stripper, Hitman, Part-Time Waiter at The Warren, Petty Criminal
Relationships: Ms. Dodgerton the Landlady (Mole), Weasel Tom his dealer (Ferret)
Speech Color Code: f26522

Its slightly more put together, but still a mess.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Capybara? Capybara! Coconut doggie! Oh my gosh! :D