Forever looking

The name's Jetmir, but you call me Jett. If you need someone to talk to, or get drunk with, I'm your guy. I hope you don't you mind that I'm around 350 years old. Just leave me a message and we can hang out sometime. . . "Come live in my heart, and pay no rent." Samuel Lover Anne, you can forever live in my heart. Rest in peace, my dearest.

[daddy-come-home]

ooc: TTFN

I'll miss being on Jett, but if anyone wants to talk my skype is let-there-be-cosplay. Feel free to add me!

[benjamincorbett]

Brass door knobs | Benjamin and Jetmir

Ben walked down the narrow cobble lane way with nothing but the sound of traffic coming from what seemed a city far in the distance. The muffled noise being blocked out by the few houses that stood between the quiet lane in which he walked and the ever changing city. Ben hears cries coming from inside homes, but not cries of distress, of which he was use to, but cries of joy, joy of people celebrating being alive.

 Ben’s journey comes to an end when he reaches a small brick cottage with a black door and brass handle. Ben pulls his hand out of his pocket and reaches for the handle when someone opens the door from inside taking him by surprise. The two pale figures walk Ben and he slips through the crack left over from the door being opened trying to avoid removing his hands until he is comfortably inside. Once inside he walks towards the open fireplace, avoiding eye contact with the people that rest at the tables around him. 

As Ben gets closer and closer to the fireplace he feels the radiating heat caressing each inch of bare skin. Ben darts around with the sound of the door opening once again. He feels on edge tonight, and he doesn’t know why. Usually something would have had to happen to make him feel this jumpy.

 After a moment or two he approaches the bar, when he catches the barman’s attention and he looks up, straightens his back and fixes his hair and says.

“Orange and Vodka, thanks.”

 The barman looks at him with confusion and then proceeds with his work. Ben turns his head to look at the roaring fire when he sees a young couple standing in front of it. Ben watches as they hold hands and look into each others eyes until finally the women allows herself to be with the man and they kiss. Ben smiles, because they remind him of himself and how he use to feel about someone. 

The door opens again…

[daddy-come-home]

Jett wandered in from the cold outside, gloves protecting his hands from the cold brass of the door knob. He looked windswept, hair tousled about his head. Though the light in his eyes and the smile on his lips showed that he didn't particularly mind. The winter was a favorite of Jett's and he was enjoying every moment of it. As he slowly walked into the room and chatted up a few people who happened to notice his entrance, he tugged at the burgundy scarf around his neck and let it hang loosely about his neck.

It took him a few minutes to make his way over to an open table and lean against the polished oak top. He slipped a look at his phone but quickly tucked it back into his pocket. He had been obsessively checking his phone since he had last talked to Asterix but tonight was the night he was getting over the kid. For God's sake, he was centuries old. He had seen men and women he had come to love die. This kid was nothing new.

Jett quickly shook the thought from his head. There was no need to be cynical. Tonight he was going to drink, get laid and forget about the kid. First things first, though, he needed to find someone to schmooze. As his eyes scanned the room, he found a few people he could "target" as much as he hated that term. Pushing up from the table he was leaning on, Jett wandered over to the fireplace and smiled.

"Hey, the name's Jett." He smiled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat.

[daddy-come-home]

ooc: Guess who feels like a major ass

I've essentially put Jett on the back burner because I've been swamped with school work and shit for applying to colleges. But now that that's all been settled and now I'm merely playing the waiting game I can give more time to this RP. I'm sorry for anyone who has been waiting for me, and I will try my best to come back to this RP full on. Sorry again.

[daddy-come-home]

Halloween is coming up...

[emily-in-camden-blog]

Compromise is always the answer. Do both.

[daddy-come-home]

That's true...but what should I do?  Sexy vampires are done, ironically enough, to death and there's nothing sexy about zombies...what do you think I should do?

[daddy-come-home]

Halloween is coming up...

Should I be something sexy or something scary? Or something scary sexy?

[s-aiden]

Another boring night in Camden...

[daddy-come-home]

So...you just mean a normal night in Camden?

[aviciousantique]

Hm.

[aviciousantique]

It’s a shame, really, that existence is so utterly painful for so many that it must be viewed through a haze. If they had any idea of its value or its brevity, they would horde every moment of clarity and stick themselves with pins to stay awake.

Forgive me — I’m in a ghoulish mood.

[daddy-come-home]

That is...oddly insightful and kinda creepy....I like you. 

It's fine, man. We all get like that sometimes. I mean, it was just yesterday that I poured salt in like six peoples coffees because they were being asses. Their reactions were priceless.

[cursed-niles-deactivated2014072]

Somewhere in this room,

There is a cricket. And he’s taunting me.

[daddy-come-home]

I suggest burning the house down. It's the only way.

[aviciousantique]

Hm.

Something’s different tonight.

[daddy-come-home]

Is it the fact that for once not everyone in this town is either drunk or stoned out of their minds?

[adayum-mernick-deactivated20131]

Seems like nobody’s here nowadays. Where’d everyone run off to?

[daddy-come-home]

The party everyone forgot to invite you to. It was awesome.

[cursed-niles-deactivated2014072]

I should probably stop hiding under my books,

[cursed-niles-deactivated2014072]

Del Taco, sweet. Aren’t they better than Taco Bell? Hate Taco Bell. I am doing pretty good, actually. Not as good as video games and whiskey all day every day, but something along those lines.

[daddy-come-home]

Fuck yeah they are! Finally someone understands. Well, if you want to live the sweet life just let me know. I have some multi-player games that could use a second player. Glad to hear it, though.

[cursed-niles-deactivated2014072]

I should probably stop hiding under my books,

How is everybody doing, though?

[daddy-come-home]

Bought some Del Taco, play some video games, aanndd drank some whiskey, so doing pretty good. You?

[vampire-abomination]

Fuck my life. // Jett & Kyle

[vampire-abomination]

I’ll definitely remember that since she said she sacrifices babies and works for Satan. I mean, with how she looks I fucking believe it but still. But, yeah, I’ll be sure to remember to say it when the moment comes. I just gotta ask why they call you that, though. I’m just curious and shit, you know?

So what is it that you do around here? College, real estate agent, musician, mad scientist?

[daddy-come-home]

Oh, no...those are true. Those are actual things she does. Well, either cause I'm being a beast in bed oorr cause I'm doing something stupid and they are horrified at the results. Both are viable reasons for them to call me that.

College and just...staying around here for a while. I'm not one to settle down much but I do enjoy Camden.

[vampire-abomination]

Fuck my life. // Jett & Kyle

[vampire-abomination]

Steph…I think I know her. She’s confusing to me but I think that’s because I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or serious. Oh well. But it’s nice to meet you, Jett. I’m Kyle…but I don’t think I’ll be calling you Oh, God! anytime soon.

[daddy-come-home]

She's always being sarcastic. Like, this one time she told me to not take her wallet and I did and she was really happy. So, always remember that what ever she tells you is a sarcastic remark. You too, Kyle. Oh, trust me you'll be saying it pretty soon.

[vampire-abomination]

Fuck my life. // Jett & Kyle

[vampire-abomination]

Well, pathetic and a lot of other words seem to describe me pretty well. Hopefully you’re not going to, you know, make fun of me too much. Not like one more would do anything, anyway.

Who are you, by the way?

[daddy-come-home]

Nah, I don't do that unless your name is Steph and you're a blonde with a horrible nose job. Otherwise I don't particularly care.

Jett Faulkner. Or as my friends call me: Oh, God!

[vampire-abomination]

Fuck my life. // Open

[vampire-abomination]

Uh, well… ((He said, looking to the other.)) I tripped over that rock since I was looking at the back of the case. I fell and it flew out of my hands. I saw it fall and I scrambled to get it but it fell down the sewer. I’d go down there but I honestly don’t want to get lost and end up in more shit than I already am.

[daddy-come-home]

That is....the most pathetic thing I have honestly ever heard. I mean, seriously man. You might as well have thrown it in the sewer on purpose. Note to self: Never let you borrow any of my movies or CDs.

[vampire-abomination]

Fuck my life. // Open

I dropped a movie down the fucking sewer.

[daddy-come-home]

How the fuck did you manage to do that?