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[Beatles.]

I'D RATHER LAUGH WITH THE SINNERS THAN CRY WITH THE SAINTS

[align=center]THE SINNERS ARE MUCH MORE FUN — [ INFORMATION / / [url=https://www.pinterest.com/beaaats/oc-jerseyboy/]PINTEREST / GROUP NAME ]

[Beatles.]

LONG NIGHTS, DAYDREAMS

SUGAR AND SMOKE RINGS, I'VE BEEN A FOOL. BUT
( STRAWBERRIES ) AND ( CIGARETTES ) . . . . . .
ALWAYS TASTE LIKE YOU. ----- INFO. CHARACTERS.

[JERSEYBOY]

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JERSEYBOY

Was Jerseyboy truly H A P P Y about this wedding?

( Debatable. )

You see, Jacob was Jerseyboy's little brother. Not by blood, but more by adoption, as he had taken the kid [sub]under[/sub] his wing back in the city. He taught Jacob E V E R Y T H I N G that he knew ( or so he claims ). After Jacob had lost both of his fathers, he had taken pity on the boy and decided to raise him as one of his own brothers. They had tackled the city streets and had trekked into the wilderness, with nothing but themselves ( and his guitar, of course ). He thought that they were going to take on life together, as a "dynamic duo", but Jacob had gone soft on him. He had decided to stay in the clan, and had even become leader of the damn place. While that was all fine and dandy, Jerseyboy hadn't been planning on staying for long. He had left Snowbound, and by the time he got back, Jacob had up and left . . . this time for the Typhoon. Jerseyboy never had a great opinion on these "pirates". They were no good, like the Mob. He knew what the Mob was about, and everybody knew that they were dangerous individuals to be involved with. Jerseyboy personally knew a gangster, yeah, but that didn't mean that he necessarily rolled with them. But Jacob, joining a gang of pirates? Vito had ought to get a kick out of this one.

And as for his brother's fiance . . . Jerseyboy wasn't too thrilled on him either. But would anyone in his shoes be? Here he hadn't seen Jacob for months, and all of a sudden, he's [sup]jumping [/sup]into a marriage with a guy he's never even heard about! Not to mention that this was the same guy who had "punched him in the face", and this was the same group that had captured the poor kid months ago. This place—and this guy—was nothing but trouble. Jacob had might as well be marrying the Godfather, for fuck's sake. He didn't know how dangerous this guy was compared to the families in the city, but he still didn't exactly approve. Then again, it was hard to get Jerseyboy to approve of anyone. This is J A C O B that we're talking about, and Jerseyboy was very protective over the husky. Hell, he hadn't even know that he was into guys until a week ago or so. Not that Jacob liking men was the worst thing in the world—not the mention the most unexpected ( he never did take to women like he did )—but he was still quite surprised at the news.

He's doing this for Jacob, he kept on telling himself. The tuxedo tom looked more dapper than usual, and he was sporting a long blue tie instead of his regular black bow tie. He was squeaky-clean, with his fur glossy and slicked back without a hair out of place. Jerseyboy was refraining from keeping his dirty gaze lingering on Pincher for too long, as he knew that his whole crew was gathered and watching them. However, every few seconds, he'd look up and narrow his irises into daggers, resisting the itching urge to reach over and pull him onto the ground by a yank of the neck. Maybe rip him a new one. The tuxedo tom cat flicked an ear in [sup]annoyance[/sup] and managed a h u f f, and he simply turned his gaze away from Pincher, not wanting to look at him any longer than he had to. His visionaries scanned the crowd—nobody familiar stood out to him ( except for Vito, who was seated in the audience ). Yeah, he knew that Vito and his goons would tackle him down if he even laid a hair on this Pincher-motherfucker. So would everyone else here.

Hell, Jacob was damn lucky that Jerseyboy cared about him so much. If he hadn't? He wouldn't even hesitate. But now, it was time to play his part as the best man, and he pretty much had to keep his big mouth shut for the entirety of the ceremony. There was nothing he could do but listen and watch as his little brother professed his undying-love bullshit to this total stranger.

© MADI

[harvest]

what is UP my dude
did you sort out anything about a human location/au for jerseyboy to live in?? i wanna start roleplaying human clove somewhere;;

dont mind me hijacking ur storage................

[Beatles.]

HELLO WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN-
oh yeah
Italy
Smh @ you

And ahhh no! Not yet! But only because the groups are currently being voted on, not to mention that 2 groups are getting scrapped completely, so I think the whole game is on pause until the voting ends

[harvest]

ummmmm Sicily to be precise, get it right man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gosh, that still isn’t finished yet? what a mare
I was in the elite/rosewood? discord and it became a drama cesspool so I hope things aren’t gonna stay messy for long ://

[Beatles.]

Ummmm Sicily is Italy so

[harvest]

Don’t say that to the Sicilians! I learned my lesson.............

[JERSEYBOY]

THEY SAY THERE'S A HEAVEN FOR THOSE WHO WILL WAIT

[align=center]SOME SAY, ❝ IT'S BETTER ❞ BUT I SAY IT AIN'T. I'D RATHER LAUGH WITH THE SINNERS
THAN CRY WITH THE SAINTS. ( THE SINNERS ARE MUCH MORE FUN. ) —————————

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[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEYBOY ✧ — tags — ref — tumblr — pinterest

That’s our song. “Oh What a Night.” “Ces soirees-la.” French. Number One in Paris, 2000. Ten weeks. Not bad for a song from thirty years ago. Our stuff’s all over - radio, movies, commercials even. Look, I don’t wanna seem - you know - ubiquitous... but let’s face it - we put Jersey on the map. But I’m getting ahead of myself. You wanna begin at the beginning... - I’m the guy you wanna talk to, because the whole thing started with me, Tommy DeVito. Belleville, New Jersey. "TOOK A WALK AND PASSED YOUR HOUSE, LATE LAST NIGHT. ALL THE SHADES WERE PULLED AND DRAWN, WAY DOWN TIGHT. FROM WITHIN A DIM LIGHT CAST, TWO SILHOUETTES ON THE SHADE, OH WHAT A LOVELY COUPLE THEY MADE."

Of course, certain individuals aren’t crazy about living in a state where you have to drive to a landfill next to a dump next to a turnpike to cheer for a team that’s from New York anyway... So, it’s only natural to want something better. If you’re from my neighborhood, you got three ways out: You could join the army. You could get mobbed up. Or you could become a star. Have your songs played in France. It could happen. It did happen. You ask four guys how it happened, you get four different versions. And this is where all of ‘em start. A thousand years ago. Eisenhower. Rocky Marciano. And a few guys under a streetlamp. Singing somebody else’s latest hit.

© madi