07-13-2018, 01:34 AM
JERSEYBOY
There was a saying, that everybody has the power to make someone happy. Some did it by entering the room, and some did it by leaving. As for Jerseyboy? It was likely the latter. In all seriousness, he didn't exactly aim to make others happy. It wasn't his life goal. His goal was to make himself happy, which could also probably be defined as "selfishness". But hey, if you were Jerseyboy's friend? He was incredibly loyal, and odds are, he'd try to be the best pal there ever was. He just.. didn't live to make people. The world was so incredibly fucked, so what did he owe to everyone else? Nothing. A lot of people in the world were assholes, so why not just deal them the same treatment? Call it pessimistic if you will, but Jerseyboy was smarter than the giddy idiots who went into world, thinking everything was all daisies and rainbows.
A maiden approached, her entire being seeming to be a palette of silvers and grays. A lot of people thought of those colors of being dull or boring, but so far, this fae was proving to be quite the opposite. Soft-spoken, she seemed, but naturally kind and fair. Jerseyboy knew a pretty girl when he saw one, and this damned height-disadvantage wouldn't stop him from expressing his thoughts. "Say, thanks Dollface." The tuxedo tom chirped in response to her comment. Had he heard her singing voice as well, he would have returned the favor. The lupine had introduced herself as something pretty foreign-sounding: Imperia Arceneau. What was that... British or something? Then again, she didn't sound British. She sounded posh and fancy, so probably one of the more classier countries like France. Jersey couldn't say that he had met a lot of French in his lifetime. Sporting his signature smirk, he slightly cocked his cranium and asked, "Think you can tell me where I am, Imperia?" He had put emphasis on her name, as he wanted to see how it rolled off of his tongue. It was different, elegant. He could dig it, even if it wasn't exactly what he was used to.
Rumbling, almost thunderous steps happened upon the area, and it was impossible to ignore. He had to tear his attention from Imperia to focus on the — fucking Christ, what was that thing? It appeared to be a big animal of sorts, except it was stacked with armor and even a helmet. It kind of looked like the one that humans wore when they rode their bikes around the city. Why would an animal need to wear one, though? There was a possibility that its face was fucked up and it wanted to stay hidden, which he supposed he could understand. Still, the blunt tom would look up at the stranger and snort, "Ey, buddy, what's wit' the costume? It ain't Halloween." Or shit, he hoped it wasn't. Jerseyboy was certain that it was summer, and he'd be pretty shocked if he was told that he had assumed wrong this whole time.
A maiden approached, her entire being seeming to be a palette of silvers and grays. A lot of people thought of those colors of being dull or boring, but so far, this fae was proving to be quite the opposite. Soft-spoken, she seemed, but naturally kind and fair. Jerseyboy knew a pretty girl when he saw one, and this damned height-disadvantage wouldn't stop him from expressing his thoughts. "Say, thanks Dollface." The tuxedo tom chirped in response to her comment. Had he heard her singing voice as well, he would have returned the favor. The lupine had introduced herself as something pretty foreign-sounding: Imperia Arceneau. What was that... British or something? Then again, she didn't sound British. She sounded posh and fancy, so probably one of the more classier countries like France. Jersey couldn't say that he had met a lot of French in his lifetime. Sporting his signature smirk, he slightly cocked his cranium and asked, "Think you can tell me where I am, Imperia?" He had put emphasis on her name, as he wanted to see how it rolled off of his tongue. It was different, elegant. He could dig it, even if it wasn't exactly what he was used to.
Rumbling, almost thunderous steps happened upon the area, and it was impossible to ignore. He had to tear his attention from Imperia to focus on the — fucking Christ, what was that thing? It appeared to be a big animal of sorts, except it was stacked with armor and even a helmet. It kind of looked like the one that humans wore when they rode their bikes around the city. Why would an animal need to wear one, though? There was a possibility that its face was fucked up and it wanted to stay hidden, which he supposed he could understand. Still, the blunt tom would look up at the stranger and snort, "Ey, buddy, what's wit' the costume? It ain't Halloween." Or shit, he hoped it wasn't. Jerseyboy was certain that it was summer, and he'd be pretty shocked if he was told that he had assumed wrong this whole time.
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