12-17-2018, 06:35 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Who the hell was this. Jim blinks at Arrow a few times, wracking his mind for where he remembered her and -- ah. Arrow. Jim allows himself a wide, crooked grin. Almost a smirk, but not really.
"I'm a pyromaniac." He deadpans in a way that makes it unclear if he was joking or not. He kind of wasn't. He'd just ... curbed his destructive tendencies lately. For the sake of his crew and reputation and that was it. Who the hell in Tanglewood cared if he burned a few things, huh?
.. He doesn't expect a comment on his aunt. Jim scarcely manages to keep his ears from flattening down, but his grin remains genuine still. He nods. "Yeah. Sister of a parent." He confirms, a little puzzled as to why she'd need confirmation, but decides it doesn't really matter. He then decides that spilling just a little about himself isn't that much of a deal, and he tilts his head, closes his eyes. It's all in dramatic effect, really. Really, though, it's easier to talk, here. Nobody had context for his life -- he was here, and that's all that really mattered. "I stayed with her for, uh .. a while, 'cause my mom was always away. She thought sewing was a good way for me to contribute," Shit, people age differently here. .. He hadn't actually had long enough to learn more than the basics there, though. Jim remains vague in his wording, though, unwilling to say more if he can help it. He gave personal info rarely, he was just .. in a lenient mood, right now. Though.. The reality of it all was a little worse. Frank had demanded he be sent away for driving that damn car off the cliff.
"I'm a pyromaniac." He deadpans in a way that makes it unclear if he was joking or not. He kind of wasn't. He'd just ... curbed his destructive tendencies lately. For the sake of his crew and reputation and that was it. Who the hell in Tanglewood cared if he burned a few things, huh?
.. He doesn't expect a comment on his aunt. Jim scarcely manages to keep his ears from flattening down, but his grin remains genuine still. He nods. "Yeah. Sister of a parent." He confirms, a little puzzled as to why she'd need confirmation, but decides it doesn't really matter. He then decides that spilling just a little about himself isn't that much of a deal, and he tilts his head, closes his eyes. It's all in dramatic effect, really. Really, though, it's easier to talk, here. Nobody had context for his life -- he was here, and that's all that really mattered. "I stayed with her for, uh .. a while, 'cause my mom was always away. She thought sewing was a good way for me to contribute," Shit, people age differently here. .. He hadn't actually had long enough to learn more than the basics there, though. Jim remains vague in his wording, though, unwilling to say more if he can help it. He gave personal info rarely, he was just .. in a lenient mood, right now. Though.. The reality of it all was a little worse. Frank had demanded he be sent away for driving that damn car off the cliff.
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