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Indie Roleplay Blog for Jirard the Completionist from Asagao Academy       KIK: NB_BeardMan

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send me “if i were dating you” anons

[knoiree-deactivated20170221]

more like… asagOW my heart

[thecompletionist]

WOAH HOW FREAKING COOL

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

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Jirard did not get out of bed today… or yesterday… he really didn’t plan on getting out of bed. For some reason all the drive had been sucked out from his soul.. well there was a particular reason… a pretty large.. reason. He had gotten a call on Monday that there had been a break in at his house back home. There was a lot of damage done and profanity written on the walls. The family portrait that hung over the fire place since his sister had been born was slashed.. that memory murdered and tainted under there noses.  He turned over in his bed pulling the blanket tighter, he could feel his family’s sadness all the way out here. He could picture his mom’s face as she tried to piece photo frames back together. He could hear his dad’s muttered swearing as he tried to file insurance claims and he knew both his siblings probably slept in his room now since they wouldn’t feel comfortable in theirs. He should be there, but he wasn’t. He was here in a blanket staring at a wall trying to block out all the negative thoughts intruding his brain. He started to tear up. His family had been there for him through so much hardship… “I’m actually… just pathetic… “

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Brigid wanted to burn. As good of a guy as Jirard was, or seemed, from her class with him, being in the boys dorm was a lot for her. She zipped through the halls cursing that sparkling pretty boy for hoisting this matter off on her. Although she was just a bit worried.

It wasn’t like Jirard to miss class. He was The Completionist for a reason. What could be causing him to miss class like this?

She stood in front of his door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

“Jirard? Uhm… It’s Brigid from class. I’ve brought the stuff we covered today.”

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

“Waaah!” Jirard jumped from his stupor as he was startled by the abrupt knock on the door. Jared had just come in and dropped his papers on his desk, offered a warm bit of advice ( even though he had no clue what was going on) and left just as quickly as he came. He never knocked.  Jirard almost strangled himself with the blankets he had shielded himself from the world. It was a familiar, but alien voice at the door. He thought about the name... He knew her from class and that she was in one of the newer Gaming teams on campus, but he didn’t know her know her.. He waddled toward the door and cracked it open. “Let me guess, Fashion show...” Jirard from what the outside could see, looked like death. There were bags under his eyes and the rosy cheeks had lost their color... almost sunken in. It was clear that this was not the Jirard the world typically got to see.

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jackie let out a sigh of relief. good, this person knew where it was, definitely.

this was convenient for her. convenient and very fortunate.

“ oh, thank you! “

god, she felt a whole less worried now. she just needed to remember the way there, which…probably wouldn’t be too hard.

” i’m just still not used to the place, heh… “

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

“That’s totally okay! You’d actually be surprised on how many sophomores look around blank-faced during the first couple days of classes, buttt they don’t feel like they can ask for help because they’ve been here awhile.” Jirard weaved his way down twisting pathways and delicate gardens. He knew this campus like the back like the delay time on his trigger fingers. There was exactly a .563 second delay from his brain to the action, just like there was 45 different pathways going to 13 different buildings with 7 decorative gardens and 1 meadow. Jirard moved through the campus like a well trained lab rat getting to the control cheese. The art room was a family trek as Shane constantly held himself in there during midterm and finals season. “So what kinda of classes are you taking? Shane, my roommate, you’ll probably meet him if you hang around there enough. He can be a bit of a jerk, but he is truly  sweet heart past ... like the broody British crust. He is taking a bunch of painting classes, the one I remember is watercolor. I can’t hold a paintbrush so i’ve never been that great at art.” He scratched the back of his head and soldiered on through the campus.

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

{New hair and new tattoo!}

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

{New hair and new tattoo!}

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Please reblog if you’re an Asagao Academy roleplay account for an OC/Self insert/Canon character - I want to interact with as many of you as possible!

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Text Prompts;

[text]: call or text me back please. i’m getting worried.

[text]: come round to mine and make me ;)

[text]: how drunk was i last night?

[text]: you were so wasted last night!

[text]: why do i have a stop sign in my living room?

[text]: i’m craving pizza… 

[text]: wanna grab lunch and a movie?

[text]: i can’t tonight, tomorrow?

[text]: that cutie is here again. should i talk to them? i won’t know if they like me unless i talk to them… 

[text]: i can literally feel my hair turning grey by the second… save me! PLEASE!

[text]: GUESS WHO HAS A DATE?!

[text]: batman or superman? you know, for science…

[text]: team cap or team iron man? our friendship rests on this…

[text]: any new book recommendations? 

[text]: me. you. a bottle of vodka. my place. now.

[text]: i really need a friend right now

[text]: i can’t believe what i just overheard in the bathroom…

[text]: for the last time, stop fucking texting me

[text]: i’m sorry, who is this?

[text]: fuck off!!

[text]: wanna be my plus one to my exes wedding? and pretend to be in love with me?

[text]: i just wanted to say, i love you and i forgive you

[text]: we need to talk.

[text]: what time you getting home?

[text]: word on the street is you got laid last night. i need all the deets!

[text]: pretty please? with sugar on top!

[text]: you love me really!

[text]: i have never in my life been this angry. i can’t believe this has happened!

[text]: sorry to miss your call, what’s up?

[text]: i got fired! I GOT FUCKING FIRED! :( 

[text]: my boss is giving me the eye…

[text]: pants are optional.

[text]: did you get the thing????

[text]: ??????

[text]: eww… the grossest thing ever just happened… 

[text]: shit shit shit

[text]: asshole, much?

[text]: don’t need to be a dick about it

[text]: wait, what?

[text]: how did you get this number?

[rpsentencestarters]

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

continued from here

“Jirard… It’s me… Can we talk?’ Jirard curled up more on the couch, into the couch if possible. He did want to exist. He didn’t want anyone in the world to exist that way he wouldn’t have to make these choices for people. Why did he have to choose. Jirard had gone silent when he heard the rushed footsteps, he knew it was Shane, but Shane he finished speaking that waterworks erupted again. He words were just caught in his throat and tears and choked sobs replaced it. He knew he would feel worse if Shane walked away and he continued to sob. Jirard ripped the blanket off of PBG’s bed and wrapped it around himself. He felt like he was right back in middle school, cocooning himself away from the world. Full.. Body Blanket shield. He trudged toward the door and cracked it open slightly. Enough for Shane to catch a glimpse of a blotchey, tear-stained Jirard. He tried to sound.. tough.. ish “Y-you made your point a-already.” Jirard’s whole weight was on the doorknob and door frame. 

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

Open Starter

Jirard did not get out of bed today… or yesterday… he really didn’t plan on getting out of bed. For some reason all the drive had been sucked out from his soul.. well there was a particular reason… a pretty large.. reason. He had gotten a call on Monday that there had been a break in at his house back home. There was a lot of damage done and profanity written on the walls. The family portrait that hung over the fire place since his sister had been born was slashed.. that memory murdered and tainted under there noses.  He turned over in his bed pulling the blanket tighter, he could feel his family’s sadness all the way out here. He could picture his mom’s face as she tried to piece photo frames back together. He could hear his dad’s muttered swearing as he tried to file insurance claims and he knew both his siblings probably slept in his room now since they wouldn’t feel comfortable in theirs. He should be there, but he wasn’t. He was here in a blanket staring at a wall trying to block out all the negative thoughts intruding his brain. He started to tear up. His family had been there for him through so much hardship… “I’m actually… just pathetic… “

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

{ oh and Jirard also has a KIK, so text the bae }

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{ all caught up with inbox and drafts. If i missed something lemme know}

[rollwiththewxnd]

[ @ittybittycompletionist liked for a starter! ]

jackie still didn’t know the layout of the school, being fairly new after all, and because of this, she was very, very lost.

as a result, she found herself stuck, standing in the middle of one of the sidewalks that criss-crossed the campus, having no clue as to where she was going–

–and thus, she decided to ask the first passerby, who happened to be jirard. (which she didn’t actually know who she was asking–she still didn’t know anyone.)

“ um, excuse me, can you help me? i can’t seem to find the building with the art classes… “

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

Jirard was talking with a few of the people from his homeroom when he heard and question that he felt was directed at him. Words don’t exactly have directional arrows like cars, but hey kids got a sharp set of ears for the pleas of lost students. So he turned around and went straight into a reply; “Yessi- ma’am! My roommate happens to pretty much live there so I could show you the way! I’ve been meaning to make sure that he has actually eaten something today.” Jirard let out one of his signature booming laughs and waved off the small group that was wondering whether or not this was going to turn into another Jirard tour. They happily took there leave as none of the seniors wanted to be shown the campus for the 18th time by Jirard.

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     Mack took a deep breath trying not to cry, but it didn’t work. He found tears forming in his eyes, and he decided not to hold back anymore. Letting it out was the first step to feeling better, right?

     “It’s just a lot of things… I miss my old school, all my work’s piling up and getting hard to deal with, it’s so hard to talk to people here, my dad’s in the fucking hospital again…” With each thing mentioned, he sounded more upset and angry. After that, he started to quietly break down in tears. He hated being so weak in front of someone like this, but he had to. It just put more weight on him to keep everything inside.

     Of course, it was more than just this. There were other thoughts and problems that he didn’t want to mention to people other than counselors. The problem was, he didn’t like the school’s counselor. Maybe it would be good to vent about these things as well. Just not yet.

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

Mom-Mode Engage !!!

Jirard’s own issues could be back burned for a few hours. His friend here was in need of confident, put-together Jirard... not slightly self-loathing Jirard who was really homesick. He could deal with other people’s probelms... this is something he knew. He could do this, and make someones day better. Jirard did the head swoop, scoping out he crowd making sure no one was really making attention to Mack. A few head head turned and Jirard put himself in between Mack and the general crowd.  “Let’s go back to my dorm, Shane is held up in the art building with his sculpture project. So.. no prying eyes and ears.” and with that Jirard wrapped his arm around Mac and started the exodus out from the crowded hallways and started making a strategy of his own to help Mack get back on track. Shane would be proud because truly.. Strategy, Is. Always.

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

❝ We can cut through the perception of time! ❞ ( @thedxxdler )

“Well time is a perception, it’s different everywhere. Some places use military times, and then the Americans get a bit weird with their 12 hour system.”Jirard cocked his head at the exclamation. Time was weird, sometimes it dragged and other times it went way to fast for his liking.“Honestly, really all messing with time requires is a good book or a long RPG. Then you’ll have hours fly be like they didn’t even exist. Like they were left on the cutting room floor to steal you wording there.”Jirard let out a hearty laugh. This conversation had gone to a weird place.

[ittybittycompletionist-blog]

“Nobody wants you here. Nobody even invited you. How did you even know we were doing this?”

“I was invited though?” Jirard cocked his head and fished out an invitation. “I’m actually supposed to be speaking at this panel.”It was a small panel at the arcade about arcade history and the impacts of arcades on tattooing. It was open to the public, but all of the Asagao gaming clubs had been invited to attend. The owner of the arcade had asked Jirard to be the master of ceremonies just due to his likability and knowledge of the material.“It’s also and open event with free food, so I don’t think you can act as a bouncer today Jade.”A few years ago this type of comment would have cause Jirard to flee into some obscure corner of the abyss. However, since the Normal Boots club, his confidence in himself had soared. he really liked who he was, and apparently other people did too. Hell, he was about to MC panel with a bunch of new wave arcade developers! One was the artist of Pitchfork Wizard!