#jasper sinclair || threads

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for anyone (capping at 1)

location: downtown kismet harbor

|| where the weather was not in the forecast

Jasper looked up to the sky he felt a shift in the air. The breeze, which had started off as light, blowing his longer hair barely, had picked up. It was enough for him to think that it might rain and as his gaze adjusted to the darkening sky, rain had began to fall down. It was a heavy rain, quick to soak anyone to the bones that stayed out in it too long. So, he didn't. Jasper darted into the next nearest establishment, not bothering to check what it was because he simply wanted out of the rain. That hadn't been in the forecast when he looked earlier that day. Jasper took cover in a business, looking out the window near the door before truly taking in his surroundings. The sky had cast a darkness over Kismet Harbor and he leaned forward, trying to get a better look now that he was under shelter. "You know, it wasn't supposed to rain." Jasper muttered aloud, to himself, to anyone that was listening nearby.

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for @havenhawthorne

location: the hawthorne residence

Jasper and his siblings had grown significantly closer since his arrival in Kismet Harbor. From the apologies to being able to be at Haven's wedding and getting to know his nephews, Jasper was starting to feel like his life was close to feeling complete. In ways that it had never felt before. He had been spending quite a bit of time at Haven and Julian's place when Haven asked, not wanting to turn down any opportunity to do so. Jasper had just come in from playing outside with Lake when he spotted Haven in the kitchen, "Kid gave me a run for my money out there." Jasper joked with a slow shake of his head.

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for anyone (capping at 2)

location: kismet harbor beach, the ocean

The water bobbed gently beneath him as he straddled his lime green surfboard. It had been marked down, faded but it was good enough for him. He didn't have the luxury of being picky nowadays. The rhythm of the ocean felt familiar as old muscle memory began to kick in for him. Jasper couldn't remember the last time he had been out on the ocean but since moving to Kismet Harbor, he'd been carving out time in his schedule. It was like the water kept everything else about the past at bay. "Didn't think I still have this skill," Jasper admitted to a nearby surfer, "though the board was clearly on sale for a reason," he joked, slowly shaking his head, "practically steers like a goddamn fridge."

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for anyone (capping at 1, not justin)

location: curb outside wingman's pub

Jasper had been sitting there longer than he realized. He had stepped outside of the bar to grab some fresh air, but didn't know when enough was enough. Inside the local dive bar, but the muffled conversations carried outside. He flicked open the old and silver lighter in his hand. He didn't light it, but the familiar sound of the hinge clicking soothed him in a way that he couldn't explain. Sitting on the curb, he bounced his knee a few more times before he caught himself doing so and looked up at the sound of footsteps. "Let me guess," he chuckled more to himself, "you came out here for the peace and quiet too and now I'm ruining it?"

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for @daxtonxhays

location: kismet harbor beach

The community clean up for the beach seemed like a strange winter activity, but when it was suggested at work to him, he decided to sign up. After the holidays, Jasper was feeling more on edge and needed something to busy his mind. It wasn't much, considering the beach was not in full use. "You do this often?" Jasper asked another person, walking up to them to hand them another trash bag. Despite the beach having not been used full-time since the summer, there was still enough debris along the beach. "I'm surprised there's still so much trash here." Jasper said, opening up another bag for himself to start collecting trash again.

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for @orionxblakewood

location: high pulse

It seemed strange for Jasper to immerse himself in a place that could potentially bring up past addictions for him. Being around alcohol, however, was no problem, so bartending had come rather naturally to him. Plus, he needed the extra money. Jasper knew that he had debts to pay and regardless of where he was working a second job, he was staying sober for himself and for his family. He had been working a while now and noticed someone sitting down at the end of the bar. "I hope you haven't been waiting long." Jasper said, placing a napkin in front of the person. "Is there anything I can get you to start or do you want to see one of our menus?"

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for @julianxhawthorne

location: starlight ridge country club

Jasper being at large social events was not exactly his favorite thing, but he was doing it for his family. He promised Haven he'd have some fun and was conversing with his brother in law at one of the tables. He'd hated being around all this alcohol, but he believed in himself not to relapse. "Thanks again for helping me pick out this suit." He had asked Julian for help since he couldn't really afford to buy his own. "There's a lot more people here than I would have guessed." Kismet seemed so small in the grand scheme of things, but in the country club it also felt like most of the coastal town was in there. "Do they do stuff like this often around here?"

[jasperxsinclair]

starter for @havenbsinclair

location: haven's former home

Jasper Sinclair had moved to Kismet Harbor, finding a small place to rent in Driftwood Haven with the money that he had saved from working. It wasn't much, not much at all. Yet, his reason for moving to Kismet Harbor was bigger than any home could fit. Years had gone by since he had spoken to either sibling and while he had been hunkered down in Kismet Harbor for roughly two weeks now, Haven was the first sibling he planned to reach out. It was why, he drove his beater vehicle over to her her home that he had been able to track down. Jasper had pulled into the driveway and approached the door, knocking on it a few times with no one answering. It forced him to retreat to his vehicle, contemplating his next move.