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jordan sloane. 34.

[jordansloane]

name: jordan sloane

nickname: jord, jordy (only by his family)

gender: cis man (he/him)

sexuality: whatever, man

birthday: October 29th, 1989

occupation: manager at vinyl fantasy

zodiac sign: scorpio ☉ | scorpio ☽ | capricorn➶  

enneagram: type 8w7

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

element: water

links: about page | connections page | playlist | pinterest

(trigger warnings: divorce, drugs)

BIO

Jordan Sloane was born and raised in Kismet Harbor, the youngest son of two teachers. The family of six struggled on the salary of teachers, but it became worse when his father lost his job when the school’s music budget was cut. He took jobs as a guitar instructor for extra money, but never had a steady or substantial income. Jordan’s parents ended up divorcing when Jordan was 13, after Jordan’s mother entered into a relationship with another man. 

The swift change that came from the divorce, didn’t sit well, and Jordan started acting up, often getting in fights at school, skipped classes, and sneaking out at night started. Every so often getting in some sort of trouble with the law - whether for graffiti, underage drinking, or whatever else he simply attempted to get away with. 

Jordan dropped out of high school when he was 18, and left town the next day. Uninterested in sticking around. He moved to New York, and found work where he could to keep himself afloat, taking to Craigslist ads for rooms to stay, and for whatever extra cash he could find. 

Joined a band briefly, and really thought they would be something. They had established themselves at smaller venues before they’d asked him to join after their first guitarist was kicked out after a drug bust. Jordan took it seriously for a time, but found himself following similar footsteps of the previous guitarist, and started using fairly regularly. 

He was arrested on minor drug charges when he was 27. After a short 10 month sentence, he was released,  and remained on a two year probation sentence. Once his time was served, he packed up and moved back home to Kismet Harbor at the insistence of his parents. 

Struggled finding a job around town for some time, but eventually found work as a line cook for some time at a diner, and eventually got a job at Vinyl Fantasy, and made a point to work hard to prove he was worth hiring. Got promoted to manager after about a year and a half.  

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friendships of any kind (old friends from school, ride or die friends, drinking buddies, etc)

coworkers

exes/flings

literally anything you want i'll give you my soul

[drewxcowan]

These days, it was tough not to find someone that was a hardcore swift lover. And in all truthfulness, normally when a song of hers would come on the radio, Andrew would sing along with it. Yet he was more into rock music, and right now he couldn't stand cheesy love songs. "Murder, suicide, huh? I can get along with that." Andrew laughed, turning towards the man besides him, devoting his full attention to their newly engaged conversation. He snorted at the words spoken to him, looking down at his now refilled glass and its content, then back up at the male again. "That's okay, I'll suffer along with you. Not like I got much choice." Andrew shrugged, a slight Scottish accent lacing his words. "Oh yeah? And what's the plan, big guy? One of us distracts and the other one queues all the songs? AC/DC, Lady Gaga, Bon Jovi? That sort of thing?" Raising his glass, he took a small sip from it, back straightening once he put it down. "Or do you think making them uncomfortable would do the trick? Like ominous staring?" @jordansloane

[jordansloane]

Jordan appreciated when someone could banter. He knew plenty of dive bars and the like that were filled with people who would offer a grunt in response on their best days. So, to say he was delighted, and only more interested by the willingness to play along, even at the threat of murder-suicide, would be an understatement. “Your act of terrorism is much kinder than mine. I was thinking spit balls at the most innocent. We won’t go into my other ideas. We’ll go with your plan.” He gave a playful smile as he took another sip of his drink. “I think distraction while the other fills up the queue with better music.” After a beat he narrowed his eyes, though the hint of a grin never left his face. “However, how do either of us know to trust the other? You could be a double agent for the enemy for all I know. You agreed to my terms too fast. A little suspicious if you ask me. Could be trying to get me right where you want me to stab me right in the back.” @drewxjackson

[delphinehawthorne]

open starter @ kismet beach with (0/3)

"Nico!" Delphine shouted as a chocolate Labrador bounded up to the innocent bystander walking up the beach. The blonde woman ran after the dog, grabbing a hold of his leash just before he was about to attack the person with slobbery kisses. "I'm so sorry, he's not usually so excitable. He must really love your scent or something," the woman apologised with a small laugh, gaining control of the dog again. "Are you okay?"

[jordansloane]

An attempt at a run on the beach had nearly taken Jordan out. What had compelled him to attempt such a feat as that, he wasn't sure. Some unknown energy that he didn't know what else to do with it. He'd thought he was at least free and clear enough to simply walk his way the rest of way for some sort of sense of accomplishment that he wasn't usually this keen to find. That was until he was heard the yell and his attention pulled up from the ground where he'd focused his huffing breaths as he attempted to catch it, and was greeted by a lunging monster of a dog. He stumbled back in surprise as the owner grabbed it, a surprised yelp escaping his throat. Heaving out a harsh breath in response, clutching at his chest for a brief moment, before he righted himself and let his arms drop. "Uh, yeah. I'm okay." He wasn't sure how true that really was. "He must love the smell of half-dying idiots." The words ran together through his still stabilizing breaths. "He's friendly?" He asked, not exactly sure he'd ever really been an 'animal' person anyway. "I'm sorry if I scared him back or anything. Didn't see him until he was in my face. I didn't I scream, did I?" @delphinehawthorne

[drewxcowan]

Andrew wasn't sure what to do with himself these days. He was completely caught up in work that he took a second job for the weekends, but it was the evenings that drove him mad. His brother was grieving what could have been a great marriage had it not ended so soon that both of them needed some separate time every now and again. So Andrew found himself at the Wingman Pub, sipping on his whisky. When he noticed someone walking towards the music system he already held his breath, one that got released with a groan when they put on yet another Taylor Swift song. "If I hear one more Swift song tonight, please kill me." He told the man next to him, drinking the last of his glass which he then shoved forward, an indication for the bartender he wanted a refill. @jordansloane

[jordansloane]

If there was a bar that seemed less friendly to Taylor Swift fans, Jordan hadn’t found it. And yet, here he was suffering under, what was, at least, the 58th song that was unmistakably Taylor Swift. The only break that had been granted by the group that had been queuing the music, was filled by Jordan in an attempted hostile takeover, until his hand was all but smacked away from it, and he tucked tail and returned to his perch at the bar to stew over the embarrassing loss. The vocalized resentful request of his bar neighbor pulled a scoff from somewhere deep in Jordan. A short laugh echoed against the walls of his glass, but half muffled against the small, calm wave of beer within it. He set his glass back down as he finished his sip, and let out a considering sigh. “You have to kill me at the same time, then you’ve got a deal.” He turned his neck to give his newfound partner in crime proper attention. “I have to bite back my judgment for her at work, I cannot do it here too. You’ve chosen a selfish person to make a deal like that with. I refuse to suffer alone.” He glanced back at the offending group for a moment, before turning himself back again. “Though, I think we could team up and stage a coup. Really uprise against the enemy over there.”

[jordansloane]

where: vinyl fantasy who: open @easthavenstarters

To say he was tired would be an understatement. The word 'tired' felt like an insult; undermining, and judgmental. It sank into his bones. Seemed to slow time to a gel and made every thought drag lifelessly inside of his skull. It was almost a joke from the universe that the computer system had crashed at the store when he hadn't properly slept in at least three days. He'd stared at the screen longer than he was proud of. The error message that sat plainly in front of him was mocking him at this point. Pointed laughter in the bright red X on the error window sat next to words that were, at this point, a foreign language to him.

The bell above the door rang, a chimed relief to have anything else to focus on for even a moment. He dragged his eyes up from the computer that he had already given a mental eulogy for, and gave the customer a half-hearted smile. "Let me know if you need anything. If your looking for rare vintage it's in the back." He glanced down at the screen again, and then back up at the innocent customer, who had simply not asked for any of this, but had been cursed with it just for walking through the door. "Do you know anything about computers?" He clasped his hands in front of him, readying himself to plea. "If not, you're putting me in a bad position where I can only accept cash, and have to call some tech ass who's going to ask if I turned it off and then on again, and then look at me like I'm stupid when that miraculously works. Really don't want either of those things. I'll give you my discount on anything you want if you help me."

[80slesbiab]

[mustprotectchopper]

“So, you lied to me”