HOOK.

jameson hilling for prism rpg

[foxedthief]

location: petting zoo

.~°~•~.~° now that he'd spent most of his time enjoying the pumpkin carving and way too much cider, taran wanted to experience more. somehow, he'd found himself standing next to a goat. it stood there, staring up at him and his hand rubbed his head. "this thing's a lot cuter than he should be," taran explained, laughing lightly. "but it's more exciting with company," he winked, gesturing for them to pet the goat as well. a good flirtatious moment was always fun, no matter who it was with.

[aclockandhook]

"You seem to be doing well with the goat. Have you been around one before?" Jameson had never been around such an animal, but he was intrigued nonetheless. He found himself looking at the other male, taking in his mannerisms, but he was oblivious to him flirting. Normally Jameson would know what was going on, but he knew nothing right now, and seemed to be interested in the goat more than anything.

[magicalmasonjohnson]

"You look like something special today," Mason announced with an exaggerated whistle, the kind usually reserved for cartoon characters or someone spotting a pizza at 2 a.m. "What’s the story? Festival fashion statement, or are you heading to some secret rooftop date after the pie-eating contest?"

He gave a theatrical wiggle of his eyebrows, clearly entertaining himself far more than necessary. His curiosity was real, but let’s be honest—so was his flair for drama.

Mason had been vibing hard with the festival since he got there, floating from stall to stall like a man on a mission. A mission to consume his weight in snacks. He’d already downed a funnel cake like it was a personal challenge from the universe, followed by not one, not two, but three candied apples. Because apparently, dental regret was a problem for Future Mason.

But the real highlight? The petting zoo. He’d practically sprinted there like a kid late for recess. And when he saw the rabbits—those soft, fluffy, judgment-free creatures—he melted faster than ice cream on blacktop. One bunny sat in his lap and blinked at him, and that was it. Emotional support rabbit unlocked. Mason had been glowing ever since, radiating joy like someone who’d just found inner peace... via fluff. Honestly, if happiness had a smell, it would be hay and rabbit fur. He was glowing. Radiating. Practically levitating with fluffy-fueled euphoria.

[aclockandhook]

"Obviously festival fashion." He smirked, his hues on the other lad as he eyed him with an interesting glance. He hadn't exactly wanted to come here today, but he had ended up coming here anyway which had made him engulf himself in the festival rituals. He was entranced by the animals and festivities, but he knew that this should be something he was used to.

"What is your favorite thing about these....festivals?" Jameson asked, meticulous as ever as he looked at Mason. Did he have a favorite thing about them? Probably not, but that didn't mean the other didn't. Jameson was intrigued to know what everyone liked most.

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she  nodded,  eyebrows  arched,  eyeing  him  with  fresh  curiosity—she  was  vaguely  familiar  with  his  name,  had  heard  a  story  or  two  about  him.  she'd  always  liked  a  whispered  snippet  of  gossip,  a  wicked  little  rumour.  it  didn't  particularly  bother  her,  either;  she'd  caused  too  many  scandals  herself  to  ever  judge  someone  else  by  their  reputation  alone. 

 “ oh,  yes.  you  sell  and  serve  liquor,  don't  you? ”  (and  then  added,  with  a  peculiar  mix  of  pride  and  disdain,  affection  and  resignation—)  “ i  wonder  if  you've  have  the  chance  to  meet  my  husband,  monsieur  hilling.  gabriel.  he's  a  truly  renowned  drinker. "

[aclockandhook]

"ah, i do happen to know him, small world, or should i say small town." he said, lips pursed into a small smile. he could tell that she was looking down upon him which wasn't unusual, many people normally did for one reason or another, and he wasn't obscure to what people thought about him when he wasn't around.

however, he had thought more of her and was hoping that she wouldn't act like that since he had helped her; despite his greatest efforts, he knew that he had been wrong, which made him frustrated. "what does he like to drink again?"

[hernovel]

her head snapped in his direction as he spoke. so lost in her tantrum that she didn't realize anyone else was around. could she be anymore embarrassed? grabbing as much as she could, and putting it back in her basket. she'd throw them out later, or feed them to the birds? could they even have baked goods?

"james, nice to meet you." she whispered, as she tried to pull herself together. standing from her position on the ground. "emilie.." was her sad introduction. "oh, no... I appreciate it, but these are ruined, there's not much we can do now." she'd just have to purchase some from the local bakery.

[aclockandhook]

jameson felt horrible for her, almost riveted, because he couldn't fix what happened. he knew that he wasn't someone who could fix everything in his path, but the male often tried, because he knew that somebody had to be there to fix things, even for just a rare moment in time.

"perhaps i can walk with you to the bakery so you aren't alone?" he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at her with a wide smile. he knew that it was something he wouldn't normally offer to do, but she seemed embarrassed and down, and he didn't want her walking alone at a time like this.

[hernovel]

OPEN STARTER :

emilie had spent hours baking, loaves of bread, pies, a few muffins... it took her all morning, but it was a weekly tradition of hers. one she kept to herself. using a bit of her weekly rations to help others. give back to the community. baking for the children who don't have it as easy as she did. -- emilie might not be well off, she didn't reside with the wealthy.. sometimes she barely made enough to scrape by, but she always had food on the table and a good book.

maybe if she didn't spend so much on the baked goods she'd have more for herself. sometimes her thoughts turned selfish, and she wondered how life might be different if she wasn't always running around town helping. they didn't last long-- flashing away as quickly as they came.

---halfway there, so close to seeing their smiling faces. the dirty clothes that were always too big, or too snug depending on the child. the innocence that reminded her to keep going. keep giving. unfortunately the unimaginable happened, she dropped the basket. sweets, and bread everywhere. gone, ruined.. all her hard work, all their food. "no, no, no, no... this can't be happening." scurrying to pick up the mess she made, as she attempted to keep her emotions locked away. ignoring the way her eyes grew glossy.

now she'd have to use more of the money that she barely had, replacing them at the market. letting those children down was not an option.

[aclockandhook]

He had been walking on his own when he saw the unfamiliar woman drop her sweets, and his heart swelled in his chest. He was going to keep on walking when he paused and sighed, looking at her. He knew in that instant that he had to help.

"Hello, my name is Jameson, James for short. I saw...what happened. Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked, his hues on her with a soft smile. He wasn't gentle, but he was trying to be, because he could see how upset she was, it was more than obvious.

[robertolocksley-a]

Open Starter, set in The General Store of Prism Falls

It was a mask he wore, the hard working delivery man, or it was to an extent. Robert utilized his job at the General Store to aid the less well-off in the town. He was sitting on a box of a packed up delivery that was particularly large, awaiting his ‘merry men’ to arrive and help him carry out the delivery boxes and bring them to whomever deserved the goods in it.

Spitting his used chewing tobacco out in the garbage bin, Robert grabbed, and paid for, more as it helped him focus and kill time. He wasn’t certain what was occurring, to delay his allies, but he didn’t want to wait much longer for it put him at risk of bumping into someone he’d rather not.

Walking back from the cashier to the back room to babysit the delivery box when his body hit that of another, Robert nearly falling over despite being a fairly tall man. “My apologies, my apologies,” he insisted, helping them pick up what they’d dropped and swiping their wallet. If they weren’t wealthy, he’d be sure to return it somehow, if wealthy? well, then they wouldn’t miss it.

[aclockandhook]

He had been walking through Prism Falls when he felt his body hit another's and Jameson Hilling turned, his eyes on the male in front of him. He didn't get mad--or angry, which he should have been. However, he looked at him, blinked a few times and paused before crossing his arms. "Do you always make a habit of bumping into strangers?" He asked, his eyes on him with a grin.

The male was joking of course, but nobody would know that. He eyed him then he felt something disappear in his pocket and raised his eyebrows. "A pickpocket I presume?"

[aventuren]

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: cinnabar café 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲: mid-morning

she's just about to head out for the day; apron already hung up on a nearby hook and hair freed from blue ribbons— when she hears the familiar tinkling of a bell that means someone has come through the shop's door.

despite the ache in her bones (the result of being here since before the sun came up), she still puts on a smile as she emerges from the back. already working in tying her hair back as she greets the newcomer with all the warmth she can muster.

“ welcome to cinnabar! see anything that caught your eye? ”

[aclockandhook]

oh did i!" jameson said with a wide cheshire grin, his hues on the blonde. he had always been a lover of all sweets, and this time it was no different. he felt it in his bones that he wanted to try every little thing, but he knew better, because he could see himself getting sick!

"do you recommend anything?" he asked, his eyes on her as he asked the question in his mind.

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with  his  help,  brigitte  stepped  down  lightly  enough,  giving  her  rescuer  a  nod  and  another  little  smile.  chivalry  wasn't  dead,  it  seemed.  and  perhaps  his  hand  had  lingered  a  touch  too  boldly,  but  she  supposed  she  could  excuse  that—he  might  very  well  have  saved  her  a  dress,  after  all.  “ brigitte  dupont, ”  she  told  him,  though  she  very  nearly  said  brigitte  laplume,  instead.  she  still  wasn't  precisely  used  to  using  her  husband's  name,  finding it clumsy  and  stilted  on  her  tongue. 

she  smoothed  down  her  skirts,  brushing  away  a  few  stray  bits  of  straw.  looked  up  at  him  curiously,  her  head  tilted  to  one  side.  it  wasn't  often  that  she  met  a  stranger  in  prism  falls,  even  amongst  the  bustling  festival  crowds,  but  his  face  was  quite  unfamiliar  to  her.  “ you're  very  gallant,  m'sieur.  what  should  i  call  you,  then? ”

[aclockandhook]

"i wouldn't call myself gallant, perhaps...clumsy. but i do try, miss." he said with a bright smile. he knew that helping brigitte to her feet was not something he took lightly, but he also knew that he would have done it even if she hadn't asked. this was who she was, and he was kind, even when he didn't mean to be. then again, jameson was kind to women, but to others? he didn't know so much.

"i am jameson, jameson hilling." he said with a curt smile. he hadn't been in prism falls for long, but he knew that he had made a name for himself, and he didn't know who was opposed to him being here and who was not, but he had a feeling things would be okay with him talking to her, or so he hoped.

[chcnteuse-deactivated20251026]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑:  open  !! 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄:  at  the  hayride

how  utterly  frustrating.  in  the  days  since  brigitte  dupont  had  become  a  married  woman,  she'd  had  occasion  to  dress  in  far  finer  clothes  than  ever  before.  to  wear  dresses  with  flouncing  petticoats  and  stiff  crinolines,  tightly-corseted  waists  reinforced  with  whalebone,  intricate  lacings  and  buttons  —  dresses  that  might  have  been  made  of  sugared  confectionary,  not  sewn  from  cloth. lovely  to  look  at,  awful  for  climbing  up  onto  a  hayride.   

brigitte  looked  up  at  the  towering  bales  of  hay  above  her,  letting  out  a  soft  huff  of  exasperation.  the  driver  was  surely  getting  impatient,  most  of  the  other  riders  already  clambering  aboard  —  perhaps  she  ought  to  just  hitch  up  her  skirts  and  try,  but  still.  catching  the  eye  of  the  nearest  passenger,  she  put  on  her  most  artfully  charming  smile,  reaching  up  to  them. expectant. “ if  you'll  permit  me,  may  i  take  your  hand? ”

[aclockandhook]

"my hand? why of course." he said, a grin playing on his lips as he looked at the woman in front of him. she was beautiful, something out of his imagination really, but jameson didn't focus on that, he focused on the task at hand, and he knew that meant grabbing onto her hand and escorting her off the ride they were on.

he moved to the left and helped her off, climbing off himself, making sure she got off safely, before holding onto her hand a little longer than he meant to. his brown eyes sparkled with interest. "what is your name, dear?"