JAIME CARPENTER

Guilt is cancer. Guilt will confine you, torture you, destroy you as an artist. It's a black wall. It's a thief. written by beni. blog is part of elysium rp inbox always open. this blog is a safe space.

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holy moly guys I’m sorry I’ve been so distant, the past few days have refused to slow down. tomorrow (and the rest of this week, actually) I’ll be working at a debate camp, but there’s a lot of downtime so I plan on hopping on and posting in the starter tag, and officially plotting w/ peeps.

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He was working on it! He was definitely working on it. Though he just recently learned he’s able to summon some magic from within himself, he’s already memorized a few string of words from some books his mother told him to read, so as he rubs his hands together, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, he’s really hoping that his family lineage has got his back. “C’mon, c’mon…” he murmurs, feeling his hands warm up. There was a moment right before the lady comes up to him and starts talking – like a tugging feeling in his gut, as if the spell was actually going to work, but he completely lost focus. 

A small hint of irritation bubbled from within him, but he supposes he can’t really be outwardly upset about this one coming up to say hello. There was a brick through her window. Maybe she’ll go easy if he’s nice? He thinks for a moment about his response, then does his best to shrug his shoulders. “Once I masturbated on a sandwich and gave it to Johnny J., which may have ticked him off.” He pauses, before adding on, “–to be fair though, he was taking my lunch for at least a week before I did that, so I am most definitely not in the wrong.” 

He angles himself to get a better look at the other, wincing as he accidentally puts some weight on his elbow against the concrete. “Was that your window?”

few things throw jaime off her game. as a bartender, she’s heard all the weird sexcapades, breakup/makeup stories, and regrets. she’s had a few ( read: many ) propositions for sex and marriage and everything in between, has seen more parking lot brawls than she’d care to recount, but this kid is giving her a run for her money. she didn’t know who the hell johnny j was or why he was still stealing lunch from people, or why this dumbass went from zero to jizz real quick, but it wasn’t her business to pry. or, more accurately, she didn’t want to pry in case there was more jizz involved in the rest of the story. 

she pauses for a moment before answering him. he looks uncomfortable. although the nice thing to do in this situation would be to drop the brick and untie the kid, she’s learned over the years that one of the best ways to get information out of someone is by making them uncomfortable. so she stands above him, brick still clenched in her hand, hip cocked to the side, and a stern look on her face. 

“Yes,” her voice hasn’t quite lost its growl yet, but it’s getting there. “Listen up. My window is broken, and right now, you’re the only suspect. Something needs to done about that hole. Do you see where this is going?” she’s still pretty sure he didn’t do it, but there’s no reason she can’t make him sweat a bit. or, even better, let her know where the actual culprit is so she can throw them through a window. 

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add up the things you’ve done and put the total in the tags.

1. had sex: $10.00   2. smoked: $3.00 3. got drunk: $7.00 4. went skinny dipping: $5.00 5. kissed someone of the opposite sex: $5.00 6. kissed someone of the same sex: $5.00 7. cheated on a test: $2.00 8. fell asleep in class $0.50 9. been expelled: $5.00 10. been in a fist fight: $10.00 11. given oral: $10.00 12. got oral: $10.00 13. prank called the cops: $3.00 14. stole something: $2.00 15. done drugs: $5.00 16. dyed your hair: $0.50 17. done something with someone older (like a few years): $3.00 18. went out with someone over 18 (if you’re under 18): $4.00 19. ate a whole thing of oreos: $0.50 20. cried yourself to sleep: $1.00 21. said you love someone but didn’t mean it: $1.00 22. been in love: $4.00 23. got caught doing something that you shouldn’t have been doing: $1.00 24. went streaking: $4.00 25. got arrested: $5.00 26. made out with someone: $2.00 27. peed in the pool: $0.50 28. played spin the bottle: $1.00 29. done something you regret: $3.00

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mtreadwell:

Naturally he wasn’t the most popular kid in high school (scrawny, nerdy, generally bad at taking social cues), but even now in college he was having a hard time dealing with his high school bullies (dropouts.) Now they were just a little bigger, a little stronger, and even, dare he say, a little smarter. He was sitting tied to a chair in the middle of the sidewalk, right in front of the house with a broken window. Broken not at the fault of himself, but of his offenders, he’d swear on it! They were framing him of all things. They’d thrown a brick into the window of some random house, and were trying to get him in trouble for it. 

After a few good seconds of wriggling within his binds,  he… falls over, onto his side. With dusk approaching, it’d only get dangerous as the night moves on. “Hello…?” He calls out, voice sounding defeated and just a little bit monotone, as if he were used to these kinds of things. “Hell-llll-oooo?”

she always shows up early to the bar, even on nights she’s not technically on duty. call it being overprotective, but whatever. this thing is her baby now, in lieu of having a pack or actual family. so it’s understandable when, at the sound of one of her baby’s windows being smashed into, she almost loses control of the Shift, eyes blazing gold and teeth morphing into vicious fangs. she struggles for a few minutes to get back under control, stuffs the rage into a box to be unpacked later, and heads to the front door. 

jaime isn’t sure what to expect when she moves into the main room of the bar, but a brick on the floor and the scent of magic wafting through the hole in the window definitely weren’t on the list. she picks the brick up and makes her way outside, only to be greeted by the sight of some young warlock on the ground, tied to a chair, no less. it’s obvious to her that the kid probably wasn’t the one to throw the brick-- what kind of dumbass would throw a brick, tie himself up, tip himself over, and then yell out for help?

this is seeming more and more like an elaborate prank. 

“Do I even want to know why you’re tied to a chair?” jaime doesn’t move to help him, not yet at least. call her petty, but she’s still pissed off that there’s a hole in her window. 

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CHARACTER: Jasmine Matilda Carpenter ↳ BARTENDER / APRIL 5 / DICHEN LACHMAN / CLOSED

As a child Jasmine despised her sheltered life. Living in an orphanage within the city did not provide her with any of the “fun” experiences an average child might have. Her caretakers enforced harsh punishments for the slightest violations of their rules, which never allowed her the escape she desired. After several years of living in the home and being bounced between new families, Jasmine had all but given up on finding a family she could be apart of. Until the day an older man with a wolfish smile showed up, and her life changed drastically. He adopted her into his family that night, as well as into his pack. Being the Alpha of New York gave him that luxury, as she would come to learn. She was personally trained by Henry’s father, alongside Henry, and would rise to be his second in command before she was in her late 20s when their father died and Henry took over as alpha. Jasmine connected with her fellow pack mates as if they were the family she had always wanted. She would lead them fearlessly as they handled the affairs of the pack, and it was under her leadership that they would all die in an attempt to detain a rouge witch. Their life drained from them right before her eyes and Jasmine was unable to do anything to stop it. She felt weak, defeated, and as if she had betrayed the family she had worked so hard to be apart of. After that day she withdrew from the pack, and used what money she had to open a bar. Now living as a lone wolf in the busy city, she attempts to remain neutral in the conflicts that happen around her.

CHARACTER TRAITS: PROTECTIVE, INTIMIDATING, QUIET, PERSEVERING, CRITICAL

Although Jasmine was honored to play the part of second-in-command for several years, she left that position behind when she left the pack. The decision to do so came after Henry attempted to convince her to stay. The man did not seem to mourn the lost pack members in the slightest, and that disturbed Jasmine. How could someone brush something off so easily? She saw him for what he really was that day, and although she loves him she possess a great deal of disdain for the man.

Her training within the pack has provided Jasmine with a great deal of expertise when it comes down to combat. She easily handled dozens of assignments from The Council, and has been in some pretty tough situations because of this. Along with her extensive knowledge of the supernatural and her lack of trust for them, she is easily able to remain on her own in the city without anyone bothering her.

The orphanage she grew up in has long been closed down, but Jasmine finds herself drawn to the building on days off. It serves as a memory to her; proof that she existed before becoming a werewolf. She often wonders what would have happened to her had Henry’s father not taken her into the pack those many years ago. She wishes she could have gotten to meet her real parents, but knows that far too much time has passed for that dream to become reality. Besides, part of her can’t help but want nothing to do with those that abandoned her long ago.

Jasmine can smell an untriggered wolf with ease, so when she met Anneliese Vallejo she knew what the girl was. A frequent performer at Jasmine’s bar, Anneliese seemed to always keep to herself, but Jasmine could smell the sadness on the girl. Although she likes to think of herself as separate from all things, Jasmine has developed the need to help Anneliese through her struggles. The problems is, she has no idea where to start.

Being the observant person she was, it was not difficult for Jasmine to spot the vampire who frequented her establishment. Most would avoid the place knowing it was run by a werewolf, but this man seemed to be intent on staying. Elijah Montague was one of her regulars at her bar, although it never seemed quite his style to be honest. He would always chat with her before he turned his attention to the others in her bar, but something about the man made her feel as if he knew more than he was letting on.

When she was in her late teens, Jasmine was adopted by Henry Jackson’s father and became his “daughter”. It turns out that she would not be the first he had done this with, however. He would recruit for the pack in this manner, using his control of the legal system in town to forge documents as necessary. He was the one who bit her, mentored her, and taught her all she knows. He would also be the one who would teach her that she could not truly trust anyone, not even him or his son. After he died, Henry still stays in contact, but Jasmine prefers to keep those conversations short and brief to avoid getting drawn into the politics of their society.

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The Empty Bottle

Chicago, IL 2015

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Regret is only a positive thing if it motivates you to make changes and improve.

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commanderanya:

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