Santana: I GUESS EVERYONE IS CHILDISH FOR YOU, FUCKING CENTENARIAN OLD CREEP. WHAT SURVIVAL? WAS THAT EVEN WORTH IT? AN ETERNITY ON CAPTIVITY? WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS THAT?
Santana: YOU ARE JUST DELUDING YOURSELF. And you must fucking know it. You are just so fucking in denial.
Jesse: Do I, Jesse St.James need to state it again for you?
Jesse: You are being overdramatic at it's finest.
Jesse: To take your logic for I, Jesse St.James who apparently endows myself in "overdramatic" theatrics shall be the one who is rather qualified to state one who is being overdramatic.
Jesse: Life is what one makes it be, Trickster.
Jesse: A world in delusion? You have made myself laugh. Ha ha ha ha ha. The world that I, Jesse St.James immerse myself in is full of wonders in which you shall never understand. For in this world all one has is their self for that is all the company one needs.
[pm] Jesse, day’s coming. Be safe. I’ll count on ya. If you protect Marley Rose, I’ll protect ya. Need another potion?
[pm] Rightfully so the day is coming. Alas, I am the great Jesse St.James, no travesties ever shall happen to those who hold such greatness in their lives. One does not obtain this without wit, genius and incredible talent. Alas, Jesse Day is coming, a day ruling over all.
[pm] Ah yes, Marley Rose, Socius of Jesse St. James, one of the only greatness of her which she shall truly not taint, I, Jesse St.James won’t allow it!
[pm] These potions of your, would one consider them to be…a gift? For if so my answer is rather effortlessly yes. One must make sure the potion is in an oval-shaped vial, preferably with a corkscrew top as there is a rather delight in the pop once it has been opened that I, Jesse St.James quite enjoys.
[pm] Guess so. I’m a doctor, you’re Marley Rose’s Socious Pactum, and you’re my friend. Got many reasons to not want ya getting hurt. Didn’t know you got fav vials. Mine are the ball ones.
[pm] Alas, I, Jesse St.James may say there is rather some greatness towards her with the nobility that comes along with her title.
[pm] A doctor? Does one have certification to proclaim themselves? One should not state such facts without worthy credentials. Alas, when on earth did you and I, Jesse St.James become friends? So many always forget about I, Jesse St.James the greatest treasure. So balls are your favorite, you say?
[pm] One is out of oval-shaped vials. Simply, that would not do unless one can offer one a tear-shaped vial, then you may be excused for your insolence.
Ok, you’re getting to the point of being annoying. Do you have a Google Search on your name and you pop up every second like some Bloody Mary? I don’t like the situation either however you can stop insulting my stepbrother, you ass.
I bet you don’t even act that well.
You do you and I, Jesse St.James shall do I, Jesse St.James. One does not have themselves up upon a Google Search for I, Jesse St.James rather loathe it. The last thing I, Jesse St.James may be an ass to be an ass would mean to be a fool and the facilities at hand, I, Jesse St.James is beyond those lowly fools. So you do not share the opinion that your stepbrother is under the influence of being a lovesick fool that young love blossoms?
State what you will but I, Jesse St.James were am a great.
As I, Jesse St.James foretold, one is a self-filling prophecy to the idiocy of a lovesick fool. Is one aware that this has been stated in the public eye? Do not get it twisted for Elliott is merely a rival for I, Jesse St.James. Alas, I, Jesse St.James do not only make you look bad, but all souls are also bad in comparison to the perfection which I, Jesse St.James maintains.
No dude that’s my familair Jack he’s the dog lmfao
Are you Ell’s boyfriend or somethin’ dude? If you are uhhh sure?
Appears one does not have the wit to understand the poetry of love. Alas, I, Jesse St.James am rather curious if you sir are this dull-witted to how one shall play to the tune of a lovesick fool, this shall be something of utter amusement.
How dare you, how very dare you to proclaim that Elliott Gilbert is my love interest, for that role is still open, though one does have a possible leading lady, one’s heart is still open to meet the love which I, Jesse St.Jame reserve for my one and only. Elliott Gilbert is my oh so fabulous rival, for this is a marvelous tango we are pursuing.
Me and Rach are dating dude! :^) So fucking awesome we kissed and stuff yo she’s so small so when we hug I end up smelling her hair heheh its like berries like her old last name
Open invite to wedding in Lima Ohio on May 19 at Lima Community Church dudes :^D
I’ll be driving a party van to Ohio this weekend if you guys wanna come but you gotta lemme know first so I can ask my mom for cool passes yea B^) also you got to pay for your own hotel room lmfao
Alas, a lovesick pup stumbles upon the dashboard of the aethernet. Appears one seems to be in the early stages of your courtship. One should hold onto that moment with two hands for love in other’s near lasts as long with the likes of tinder or grindr. Romance appears to pull out a poor poet in you.
Alark, if Elliott Gilbert is in attendance to the wedding, consider, Jesse St.James also an attendance. I, Jesse St.James shall send you some guidance on how to make this wedding be the utmost flattering wedding, for me, that to be said.
Santana: NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU OR YOUR FUCKING NAME YOU'RE JUST A DESPERATE HOLLYWOOD HAS-BEEN! JUST WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD
Santana: YOU ARE NOT AN ACTOR
Santana: YOU ARE A FUCKING BLOOD-SUCKING FRAUD WITH NO FRIENDS WHO WOULD LIVE ALONE TRYING TO DATE 19 YEARS OLD GIRLS WHEN YOU'RE A 200 YEAR OLD MAN UNTIL SOME SLAYER SHOOTS YOU IN THE FACE
Santana: BUT BEFORE THEY WILL TAKE ALL YOUR RIGHTS ONE BY ONE UNTIL YOU ACTUALLY WELCOME DEATH!!!
Santana: YOU HAD THE FUCKING CHANCE TO A GOOD LIFE AND YOU THROW IT AWAY FOR A ETERNITY OF SUFFERING
Jesse: Alas, go on to think so trickster. For what you think does not matter to I, Jesse St.James. You see I, Jesse St.James has the greatest values only others may aspire to one day have.
Jesse: Trickster, you only know the Jesse that lives within these four walls. Go on with your childish deminer. Yes, I, Jesse St.James maybe 200 years old but in the words of a meme: I survived, bitch.
Jesse: On the contrary, I, Jesse St.James may be the undead alas, however, I, Jesse St.James am still living.
Jesse: Frankly, I, Jesse St.James do not see what all the yelling is to be about, appears that one is being rather overdramatic.
Alark, for it is I, Jesse St.James, who would like to audition for the job role: Position: (1) Part-time Waiter/Bartender, requires experience in bartending and mixology, at Jiggly's Sports Bar. I, Jesse St.James, shall prove that, I Jesse St.James are the only one perfectly fit for the role.
Hello Mr. St. James, thank you for your interest in working here at Jiggly’s Sports Bar, we would love to see you for an interview!
[Tell us about your favourite cocktail and your experience making them.]
[Scene JIGGLY’S SPORTS BAR. The curtain opens to a small office, seated in one chair is BERT CARPENTER with a pen in his left hand, papers spoiled in front of him. Across sits JESSE ST.JAMES confident, proudly smiling as he has been asked his favourite topic, to talk about himself.]
“My experience one asks?” Jesse St.James chuckles rubbing his thumb and forefinger together with a brasen chuckle,“Alas, I, Jesse St.James, has vast experience being a barkeep and mixologist, for now, is the time to choose the right tale that shall inspire one to hire, the oh so talented, Jesse St.James. I, Jesse St.James don’t mean to appear vain, well,” he sniggers, “I, Jesse St.James do, as now is not a moment to shy away from my mastery and brilliance as you, Bert Carpenter, would wish for your wonderous establishment to uphold. In order to do so, one must higher the best of the best, which I assure you that I, Jesse St.James will grace to you.” Jesse St.James speaks clearly and confidently, the shmoozing portion for his interview was a mental tick in his rather long-winded manifesto to obtain the job.
Leaning in, creating a better rapport with his prospective boss. His eyes met with his, reflecting that he meant serious business. “Now I, Jesse St.James shall reverse your of so wonderful question by beginning with the second point one appears to value in myself,” Jesse smirks, a rapport has formed, confidence was peeking and now means for control and authority proving him to be the working man. “Now, one asks me with my experience with making cocktails, which is a rather interesting story I, Jesse St.James must tell you. All of it began for a role I, Jesse St.James once auditioned for. In the words of William Shakespeare: there are no small parts only small actors, and you see, I, Jesse St.James once auditioned as a barkeep, a minor role in the back. Due to my utter brilliance, the scene was cut from the final movie because the intent of the role was merely to be in the background nevertheless, my performance was perfection it stole away from the eye of the leads, in reality, should have been my role, alas I digress. For this is only to inform one of the brilliance that, I, Jesse St.James has.”
Jesse bangs his fist on the table, “For that very role, I, Jesse St.James, had made sure that every skill was too be mastered. When taking upon a role, there is nothing that I, Jesse St.James, will not know. Week upon week I embraced the life of a barkeep, learning the graceful way to pop a bottle, to the elegance to pouring a glass, to the flamboyant flips, shakes and tricks needed to put on the show. Alas, that enjoyment to perform when serving, a mundane way to entertain is nothing short of a thrill. Alas, I, Jesse St.James, may know what one begins to think- these masteries I, Jesse St.James have obtained are merely outdated, something one may dismiss, alark, I, Jesse St.James, have obtained what those less formally would state as: ‘on fleek’ or ‘being on the level’ skills with the important to my speed and agility. With my staggering personality, I, Jesse St.James believe that one has all the skills required to not serve, to perform whilst serving drinks.”
Briefly, Jesse leaves a dramatic pause to catch his breath. “Now to answer the first part of one’s question my favourite cocktail is one that has been around for as long as, well, I, Jesse St.James have,” Jesse chuckles once again. “For my favourite cocktail is: The Jesse St.James.” Jesse raises a hand, “Now I, Jesse St.James, knows that someone such as yourself, an expert from fine wines, to the bizarre momentary trends, must be questioning, what must my new employee, be talking about? No need wise sir, not knowing comes with the element with the Jesse St.James, a drink that may be whatever one pleases from a champagne flute glasses filled with crème de cassis topped with chilled champagne with a fine garnish of a single blackberry, to a hurricane glass lightly rimmed in a purple sugar glaze filled with violet gin which appears to be the latest summer craze garnished with purple flower that is in season. For what I’m telling you, the Jesse St.James is a drink that is veritable, constantly changing, unexpected and unique to all. Which, if one were wise enough, to higher, Jesse St.James may possibly make as a rendition to one’s menu.”
[pm] Jesse, day’s coming. Be safe. I’ll count on ya. If you protect Marley Rose, I’ll protect ya. Need another potion?
[pm] Rightfully so the day is coming. Alas, I am the great Jesse St.James, no travesties ever shall happen to those who hold such greatness in their lives. One does not obtain this without wit, genius and incredible talent. Alas, Jesse Day is coming, a day ruling over all.
[pm] Ah yes, Marley Rose, Socius of Jesse St. James, one of the only greatness of her which she shall truly not taint, I, Jesse St.James won’t allow it!
[pm] These potions of your, would one consider them to be...a gift? For if so my answer is rather effortlessly yes. One must make sure the potion is in an oval-shaped vial, preferably with a corkscrew top as there is a rather delight in the pop once it has been opened that I, Jesse St.James quite enjoys.
Elliott: Excuse me? This is fabulous. [He points at himself]
Elliott: Who is Edward Cullen? Another rival? Did you go to invade his personal space too?
Elliott: [sighs] Look I'm sorry I'm too fabulous and that offended you or whatever, but this is getting absurd. What do you want from me? I'm not going to fight you.
Jesse: [ clicked his tongue at his fellow rather. Being an actor meant playing off the energy in which his scene partner gave him. Embracing it, eyes up his rival.] Oh bitch please it is not. [ Jesse St.James adds in a delayed snap.]
Jesse: [ sighs dramatically throwing, nay swooshing his head into his thumb and forefinger. ] Alas, the incompetence follows. Nay, Edward Cullen is an atrocious fictitious portrayal for vampire which nay, oh nay can I, Jesse St.James even bring myself to begin the exasperation Edward Cullen brings.
Jesse: Absurd?! [ a thespian gasp as he holds to his chest ] Alas, dear sweet fabulous rival, this is only the beginning. Keep one's apologies to their self for it is not needed for I am the fabulous one. [Paces a little away, feeling so this was a rather intriguing moment to leave both the rival and audience enticed and hanging.] As for what I, Jesse St.James wants [ a high pitch laugh echoes] only time shall tell, rival, only time shall tell.
Santana: Oh my, I forgot this whole conversation. What? is messagery too technological and hard for you? Get up with the times, count suckula.
Santana: I don't believe you wrote 45 pages, but good try.
Santana: Yeah I know that already, and all of the shenanigans and love triangles and outings and bullshit. You are months late. Did you get super cursed too? No one talked me about you there, I guess you were in the background being irrelevant.
Jesse: One should know what I, Jesse St.James am talking about for it is you, trickster who messaged I, Jesse St.James.
Jesse: Alark, how dare you, how very dare you claim that technology is beyond my time my, Jesse St.James', time. Technology is in my grasps for I, Jesse St.James have mastery in comparison to utter fools who understand nothing.
Jesse: Oh dear trickster, what would I, oh so humble Jesse St.James gain from lying about a matter most momentous to thee? If one does not believe I, Jesse St.James, one would be rather delighted to prove one so false. I, oh so humble Jesse St.James shall send a copy at one's door as evidence.
Jesse: HOW DARE THEY! HOW VERY DARE THEY, THE UTTER FOOLS FORGETTING ME, JESSE ST.JAMES, THE ONE AND ONLY TREASURE!!! ONE WHO WAS MOST HUMBLE TO USE MY HORSE ALLOWING DELUDED WITCHES TO USE IT. I, Jesse St.James, makes no apologies for the capitalisation of this message as this is a way to express my frustrations upon to thee. Alas, that was a horrific day as many were self-consumed with others instead of attention all upon me, Jesse St.James. How my heart weeps reminiscing on that fateful day.
Elliott: [narrows his eyes and opens the door more again to make sure his outfit is seen in its entirety. Jesse may have nice beautiful hair, but Elliott had glitter.]
Elliott: [He was wearing a sparkly black tank-top and a pair of jeans with orange and black gradient and leopard print. Hanging from his neck was a necklace in the shape of a lock, his earrings were one a regular silver round one with smiley face, and the other in the shape of a snake, and his middle finger on his left hand was decorated with a skull ring. He was barefoot so his toenails and fingernails matched in sparkly black nail polish. He was barely wearing any make-up, just enough around his eyes to make the blue pop.]
Elliott: You may wanna think that again. [he says confidently.]
Elliott: You need a little more spark in your life.
Jesse: [ straightens up as his fabulous rival, Elliott Gilbert, opens the door slightly wilder fully revealing his glittering attire. Jesse St.James takes it all in it's...it's shining glory. However, upon his face he wears a look of displeasure and discusses, using his arm to cover his nose as if there was a bad stench leaving his fabulous rivals room.]
Jesse: You, sir, shall not tell the, oh so wise Jesse St.James to think. I, Jesse St.James know fashion and this is nay not it.
Jesse: [swishes his head in disgust.] How dare you, how very dare you to insinuate one needs a little sparkle in my, Jesse St.James life. For I, Jesse St.James are not pathetic, predatory, depredatory, Edward Cullen, spark-a-lisouc vampire kind. How dare you, how very dare you!
Santana: I don't know if you played your part of the defense lawyer already, but if you didn't: I won by default with no competence, asshole.
Santana: What happened in your team in the desert? You were summoning MY team non stop.
Jesse: [ Upon the arrival of the messages in the, oh so wonderful Jesse St.James' inbox, a smirk of mischief fell upon his face, as the trickster messages him. Alark, he was one who played a preliminary role in her staying. Alark, the trickster should be rather greatful for the oh so humble Jesse St.James' efforts. A desire to jest with the trickster looms, however,Jesse St.James draws back upon waiting for other concerned messages about him, the greatest treasures all the fools constantly ignored.]
Santana: Jester St. Jasmine, what the hell happened at the last mission? With your team and all, you know, all the summonings, the curse blah blah. How did people got cursed?
Jesse: [ Another message arrives, Jesse St.James dramatically twirls in his chair with the perfect amount of swirl in the turn, perfectly holting at the computer. Jesse St.James claps to himself as his, a cold nay from his side from Sterling St.James. "Silence horse, just for it is I, Jesse St.James who has many other's concerned about my well being, the greatest treasure, that many neglects." He clicks upon the message scowling as it is once again from the tricksters. He closes the screen, swirling away dramatically, other's shall message him. Jesse St.James knows it.
[ After many months of a Jesse St.James dramatic pause, he finally replies..]
Jesse: Trickster, it is I, Jesse St.James the greatest treasure, the prime reason to why you are still in this hallowed halls. I, Jesse St.James may send one a list with ways in which one can thank myself for my utter generosity. Would one be interested in reading the epic forty-five pages that as someone of your stature may say: "saved your ass."
Jesse: It was ridiculous utterly with my so-called team, alas you see trickster they were blindsided by some sort of curse which impaired their cognitive development, their logical processing, blindsided by idiocy accompanied by stupidity, each could not see that, I, Jesse St.James, were the greatest treasure. Have you ever faced such an injustice, something so hideous a catastrophe, a cataclysmic can drum, a damning debacle, a calamity for such a beauty in the world, ( the beauty being I, Jesse St.James ), could one dare to think of anything far more damaging to my enteral soul? Nay nay would be the answer to that trickster.
Elliott: A fight? Like... to see who is more fabulous?
Elliott: I won already. [He smirks looking up and down to Jesse's outfit. Though he has to admit to himself that the vampire sorta pirate aesthetic is really cool.]
Elliott: Don't you have anything better to do? [He tries to close the door a little.]
Jesse: [ makes sure his head pose in the hair, his curls bouncing for his dramatics, as a sudden flash of pure utter genius strikes him, he would be in need for a witch of some sorts to be his personal fan to make his entrance look far greater, far more dramatic. Jesse St.James smirks at himself before a scowl pulls on his lips, returning from his off-screen moment to stare down his rival, oh so fabulous Elliott Gilbert. Ah yes, his matter at hand.]
Jesse: A fight, sounds far too barbaric for the greatness of I, Jesse St.James. [ He places his finger and thumb under his chin, lost in thought. ] Nay, not a fight, we shall call it an affair of fabulosity. [He combs his hair at his genius. ] So it be known, Elliott Gilbert, you and I, Jesse St.James are in the affair of fabulosity.
Jesse: [steps as close as the door threshold allows him too, eyeing up his rival.] Your outfit is adequate, to say the least.
Jesse:[ Lowering his hand, he looks at his news. ] Oh wouldn't you,fabulous rival like to know what it is, I, Jesse St.James, gets up too.
Elliott: I'm confused. You called me fabulous, several times, and intelligent, which doesn't sound very much like you want to confront me, but at the same time, you sound like you are looking for a fight.
Elliott: I have no interest in fighting you, but if this whole thing is about being fabulous, sorry, I can't help it, I was summoned this way.
[ Scene: SCIRON SQUARE, ROOM #114- JESSE ST.JAMES ROOM. Jesse St.James is swirling in his chair practicing his dramatic chair spins when a notification flares up on his screen. He glares at the screen with eyes full of rage, one eye twitches. His hands buckle at his hold at the table. Impulsive, Jesse St.James changes into an outfit that is extra fabulous, his hair extra voluminous as his curls bounce as he moves. Prepared Jesse St.James dashes with his superspeed outside ROOM #504, for Jesse St.James, knows locations of his oh so fabulous rival. His hand balls into a fist pounding on the door loudly however still in a joyous rhythm.]
Jesse: How dare you! How very dare you!! For I, Jesse St.James, are the fabulous rival. How dare you, how very dare you, oh so fabulous rival. One should not be confused for you, Elliott Gilbert my fabulous rival, must be known I, oh so humble Jesse St.James is the fabulous one. Nay, am I, oh so wonderful Jesse St.James, challenging you to a fight, so it be heard, so it be known!
What sort of strange ways? And could you tell me more about the family stuff?
Well from what I`ve heard my Moms weren´t exactly the best of friends at school? And one day Mamá just found Mom after school ended, thrashed her apartment, and when Mom came home and saw the mess Mamá told her she loved her and…they´ve been together ever since? Sounds pretty strange to me.
And you know, despite them fighting, and despite Ella and I teasing and tricking each other she´s still the most important person in the world to me. If someone hurts her I will make sure they pay. It´s like…we can be on other ends of the world and I´ll still drop everything if she calls.
Do you think this is what a mother would want for their kids? To act like this?
What kind of brother leaves his sister alone when he knew she was getting hurt? I don’t need you to be some kind of hero, or do all the work, I just need us to help each other. Is not about saying it all to others, or you yourself, but actually doing it.
Such sweet sorrow upon the display where familial ties are rather questionable also. Perhaps my belief homes true: those who are related are not always the ones who hold true but other ties in one’s life hold greater importance and relation.
[It takes Aurora a few tries to type this reply. She shouldn’t, right? She shouldn’t. But, God, Aether, crap… she should.]
And I hate butting into a fight like this, but Ronan, you’re being awful. How can’t you see that?
[She’s shaking by the time she presses the stupid blue button, and she shuts her computer for a few minutes. Is this what Kai feels like every time he talks to Fiyero? Because it sucks.]
Thank you for speaking up, Aurora. I know how you feel since I like being a pacifist too. Thank you.
I’m so sorry you and everyone else had to see that. I failed as your AMS President. I failed as your friend.
One’s apologies are not needed nor are they accepted for this is a perfect display upon opposing ideas and ideologies. Yourself and Ronan may be related by familial ties, each is allowed to express and opposing each’s beliefs in how matters should be. However, I can not express if your ideology holds truest or is false, as the same standard held for Ronan to be one who is truest or rather false. One can see those who are noble enough to express concern upon this discourse who rather dare to challenge and defend.
Alas, displaying that despite having relations holding to be the oh so apparent truest and purest relations, it actually of those of close to you those who decide to be by your side and a mutual feeling that is returned- can be seen as the ones’ who stand by one’s side.
