I'm a walking travesty

Jace "Jazz" Dawson||21||College Student and Bassist for Salamander||Punk You're my breath of fresh air. This is an RP account, please do not follow

[jazzdawson]

tristen-foster:

That you must.

I still think we’ll do some great stuff. For me though the band comes first.

[jazzdawson]

eastofbailey:

“Oh, are you in a band or something? That sounds cool!”

“Yeah-- a pretty cool band. I’m bias too it though. So don’t take my word for it.”

[jazzdawson]

colangdon:

“People who want or don’t want to go to Disneyland, Mr. Forgetful,” she laughed.

“My bad, well it’s not for everyone I guess. but those people are pretty stupid,” Jazz chuckled.

[jazzdawson]

kurrtfletcherr:

            “you sly dog,” he grins, raising an eyebrow as jazz mentions guys and girls. “so, does your band attract a lot of weird alternative kids? do your fans, like, try to sell pieces of your hair and stuff?”

                      “What can I say-- I’m a man who loves people,” Jazz mused. “Some, not too many, not that I notice actually. Not mine I don’t think. Maybe Ryan or Kat or Wes. Mostly I just pick out a girl or a guy during a show to flirt with and sleep with.”

[jazzdawson]

tristen-foster:

It’s always going to be there.

Maybe-- hopefully. We’ll have to see where the band goes.

[forever90s]

[jazzdawson]

kurrtfletcherr:

            kurt bites his tongue and doesn’t tell the stranger how much of that information he didn’t need to know, nor how much of it he cared about. “your band name is salamander?” he was now fighting the side of him that wanted to say “are you kidding?" he had heard a lot of silly band names, but that one took the cake. he almost giggled but stopped himself. "hm. i never really liked emo music. but, um, does the name salamander mean something important to you? or is it just, like, the word?”

              Jazz shrugged some and laughed nodding. “Yeah it is--” he mused, shaking his head as Kurt questioned it again. “Nope,” Jazz couldn’t help but grin at how hard the other was trying not to laugh. “It’s kind of a broad spectrum, a little jazzy and folky too, if you’ve ever listened to some of Ryan’s stuff you’d get it. You know, I never questioned it, Kat and Ryan named the band, I was just in it for the guy or girls and to hang out with my friends.”

[jazzdawson]

janeapprox:

“Trust me; These apartments are far from fancy, but whatever the hell they’re doing sounds like bowling… and any other ridiculously loud activity out there. I’ve made a few noise complaints, but I think at this point they keep it up in spite of me. —Oh, good! You can help carry the bodies too.”

“Sounds like my apartment building. Seriously I need to come over to hear this for myself,” he uttered curiously. “Probably, people are vindictive assholes. Well, I mean, if you think I can, sure. I got some muscles.”

[jazzdawson]

eastofbailey:

“Traveling is the best part of my life, I can understand why you miss it. Will you go again?”

“Most likely-- we’ll write some new music and on a break we’ll go around here some, next summer maybe do the small month tour again.”

[jazzdawson]

colangdon:

“You’re telling me.”

“Wait what we talking about again?”

[jazzdawson]

tristen-foster:

I’m sure your friends and family appreciate you being around at least.

I guess. I still miss the road.

[jazzdawson]

kurrtfletcherr:

            “you play with your ex? isn’t that kind of awkward?“ kurt asks, raising an eyebrow before a small chuckle escapes his lips. "i’m not much into local music, but maybe i’ve heard of you guys. what’re you called? what’s your sound?”

          “It’s not awkward cause we don’t make it awkward, mostly we still love each other which is cool too, we were best friends before anything so that’s how it works, and honestly knowing us we’ll probably get together again before too long anyways,” Jazz shrugged. “Salamander, the band is called Salamander. A mix, new-age, emo, rock, we don’t define ourselves by one thing, and Ryan and Kat are some killer vocalists that can mix it up.”

[jazzdawson]

janeapprox:

“All of the above, including what has to be bowling, fucking, and building furniture… simultaneously. On top of that, they look to be like, twelve-years-old — A married couple at twelve with nothing better to do. I swear, I’m going to kill them.”

“How are they bowling in their apartment? Is it one of those snazzy rich apartments with a bowling alley in it? Really loud fucking and building furniture. Okay now that’s just gross. I’ll dig the holes, I could use the work out.”

[jazzdawson]

kurrtfletcherr:

            “probably.“ it was either alcohol or one of his many other habits, but kurt wasn’t one to introduce a stranger to his arsenal of addictions. the mention of the other’s bands peaks his interest, though. "oh, you’re in a band? that’s cool. are you guys famous yet or is it just a local thing?" 

              “Sounds like a blast many, the best black eye is the forgotten one,” Jazz chuckled, shaking his head as he set his pencil down. “Yeah, my girlfriend-- well ex sort of, and our two best friends. Mostly local, we did a bar tour recently though.”

[jazzdawson]

janeapprox:

“I’m beyond ready to get back to work, but if my neighbors continue to keep me awake at night with this shit, someone will get socked.”

“What shit? Are they fighting? Or is it some weird polka music, because my neighbors have been playing that music, and it’s annoying to all hell.”

[jazzdawson]

kurrtfletcherr:

            “maybe that is what happened. i can’t say i remember.“ he stares at the other, eyebrow raised. "jazz. nice to meet you.” he can’t help but notice the notebook that the other has. “what’s in that notebook?”

          “Were you drunk? Looks pretty gnarly,” Jazz hummed, eyes darting up to meet the other male as he smirked. Looking back down he shrugged. “Lyrics, I write for the band I’m in, well myself, and two of the other member’s do.”

[jazzdawson]

kurrtfletcherr:

            “it kinda sucks that i have to introduce myself with this on my face, but i guess it is what it is, right?“ his words highlight the black and blue mark under his eye, a mark bestowed upon his pale skin via the consumption of substance and a subsequent fall. "i’m kurt. who are you?”

            “You look like you got sucker punched man,” Jazz uttered, staring at him for a moment, before looking down to his notebook. “I’m Jazz, well Jace, but everyone calls me Jazz, nice to meet you.”