Let&#x27;s Have A Little Fun

Stubborn, aren't you?

New tactic.

Shrugging loosely, he tucked his hands back into his pockets. A few steps back toward the case, where he bent and organized some of the change, the bills, whatever was there. Taking his time, folding the ones and fives, smiling appreciatively at a twenty before rolling it up and tucking it safely into his back pocket.

"Suit yourself," Jackson chuckled, making sure the case was clean before he tugged his 'baby' off of his back and laid it gently into the soft lining. "But me and Katherine are gettin' kinda hungry. See ya 'round, Jack!" And with another one of his stunning smiles, he hefted up the case and turned on his heel to go.

street singer || open RP

Shit.

❅ Jack ripped his hand viciously out of the other’s grip, blue eyes dark and defensive with brows slanted down over them, shoulders tight and tense. So this guy thought he was some tough bitch, thinking he could scare him away with some cheap threats and a cute smile while saying them, as if he held all the confidence in the world? Yeah fucking right.

╼ ❝ Oh, shut the fuck up, sweetheart. Go and throw your weight around someone who cares. Obviously your little ‘ego trip’ needs some working, not even a child would be afraid of you,”

❅ He spat, bristling. As if this guy knew him. As if he knew what he had gone through, what truly scared him more than anything, what he did to survive, and not any of those measly threats came close to spooking him.

Jackson recoiled at the snap, the rather sudden outburst from his new 'find,' but he gave absolutely no thought to the venom that sprang to the back of his own tongue. Oh, no. No, he had to play this one carefully. He had dealt with people like Jack before, and this time would be no different.

"Easy there, big boy! Bit of a temper on you, huh? I wasn't trying to scare you," he straightened then, dusting off his light t-shirt and letting his smile turn sympathetic. What a blessing to rehearse his emotions as often as he did. "Tell you what. Why don't you let me treat you to lunch? It's the least I can do for my long-lost twin."

Take the b a i t you miserable prick.

street singer || open RP

╾ ❝ …Jack.”

❅ The response is slow and hesitant, blue eyes wary as they linger on the hand proffered and make no move to reciprocate, biting the inside of a worn cheek anxiously.

╾ ❝ It’s just Jack.”

❅ God, could he really do it? Were there enough people around to serve as a distraction, but not too many to catch him should he run off? He had no idea how the other male would react, if he was quick or had seen the sharp look down at the case. But damn if those dollar bills didn’t just have his name written all over them and begged to be sprinted away. He hadn’t had a ‘meal’ in days, besides what he could get at the bars when he was coaxing people away with him. What wouldn’t he give to just take the case and run like hell…

He could feel the anxiety rolling off of the slighter male's shoulders in waves. It was really quite pathetic, if he was being honest with himself. Did this kid, this-- Jack, really lack the basic skills needed to survive in this world? Sure, Jackson was homeless, but that was more by choice than anything else. He usually made enough playing day to day that he could take care of himself. Had no one taught this guy the ins and outs?

Ah, well. If it had to be someone.

Taking another little step closer, Jackson made a point of taking his mirror image's hand. Holding those fingers just tightly enough within his own, that same cheerful smile on his face as he leaned forward. Locked eyes with matching baby blue.

"Well now, 'just Jack.' It's nice to officially meet you," he chimed, his voice growing quiet. Heavy with promise. "But I highly suggest you don't go for that case.~ Because if you do, I'll break each and every one of your little fingers. Sound good~?"

street singer || open RP

❅ Jack mentally rolled his eyes at the other’s seemingly childish excitement, keeping his face impassive as he shrugged a shoulder, knowing there was no way he was telling this stranger his life story. He had just been curious is all, and it was obvious that even if the other young man looked like him, his actions were clear of a much happier and laid back personality, something that couldn’t be further from his own state of being than the sun.

╾ ❝ Around,”

❅ He murmured evasively, pushing his hands deeper into his pocket and trying not to let his gaze linger over the money still visible that the earlier crowd had left.

╾ ❝ I don’t like being in the same place twice.”

Don't you even t h i n k about it you rotten little--

"Yeah, I feel you there," Jackson made no move to inch back, to defend his case, because that would indicate he noticed the pair of eyes on it. "I'm kind of a wanderer, too. New crowds, new tastes, new people, all that-- oh man, but where are my manners?"

Shifting his guitar so that it rested carefully against his shoulder blades, he offered out a hand and tucked the other into the front pocket of his worn out jeans. "Jackson Frost! Nice to meet you!"

street singer || open RP

━ ❝…I don’t have a ‘request’,”

❅ Jack retorted, reaching up and shoving his hood up and off of him, shaking his head to let tousled white hair settle without direction, the strands lifted up and teased by the breeze. A frown slipped over his lips, one full of confusion and hesitation as he pushed himself off of the tree he had been leaning on, moving forward to approach the other male and peer at him closely, troubled by the eerie similarities in appearance they shared.

━ ❝ I’ve seen you around before. Bit odd, don’t you think? And I’m definitely not one to believe in long lost twins.”

Oh.

Well. That certainly was interesting, wasn't it? Jackson could feel his eyes widen in surprise, the closer the boy--the mirror stepped to him. For almost a split second, he felt something. Something that said 'no,' something that protested. The instant that faded, though, the street performer had to let the most satisfied smile cross his face.

He pushed a hand up through his fringe, threading the hair back from his forehead and laughing breathlessly. "Jeez! Down to the white hair and everything--?" Fascinating. It wasn't every day you found your mirror image in a stranger on the street. "That's pretty incredible! Where are you from, stranger?"

street singer || open RP

❅ Jack was indeed lingering in the shade of a tree not a few feet away from the street performer, hood pulled up slightly so that the front portion of his bleached white hair stuck out in all sorts of directions, blue eyes framed by dark lashes staring narrowed at the other male and hands shoved into the front pocket of his hoodie to toy with the cigarettes inside of it. Unlike the rest of the people meandering about, he hadn’t paid one bit of attention to the song or the expert guitar playing- something much more substantial had caught his eyes.

❅ After all, how often was it that you stumbled across someone who could pass for your twin in a city park, down to the exact same shade of blue?

#friigus #[ WELL I'M GLAD YOU'RE EXCITED BECAUSE I'M NOT ]#[ cries ]

Knowing digits played out over the last few chords, his voice trailing off into something of a pleasant hum. Ad libbing, it was called. Still, his gaze never left the lingering stranger, the one with his hood pulled up to guard him from the sun. Seemed his skin was pale...hm. How... interesting.

Nodding and offering a bright, cheerful 'thanks a lot' to a couple of younger girls who dropped money into his guitar case, Jackson readjusted the strap on his shoulder. Leaned back against the tree trunk. Watched, oh so carefully, and...

"I take requests, y'know," all smiles and sweet words. "You don't have to stand all the way over there!"

street singer || open RP

"...Boys, you can break...~ Find out how much they can take~"

Good, the guitar wasn't out of tune. His baby still sang for him, laid the foundation for him to harmonize to. Jackson's lips quirked as he crooned the notes, the words familiar on his tongue, marbled sunlight warm on his face through the rustling leaves of his shelter. A street-side oak tree where passers by stopped for a little shade.

A little shade, a little entertainment. If it put some extra cash in his pocket, he was all too happy to oblige.

"...Boys will be strong, boys soldier on~ But boys would be gone without warmth from a woman's good...good...h e a r t~"

Yes...all in all, it was a lovely day. His fingertips pressed into the strings, touching them to the frets, moving, switching, shifting, keeping the notes flowing in just the way he liked. Just the way his crowd liked. Baby blues finally eased open to take in the people passing him, to watch expressions change, to see smiles light up their faces, and after a moment or two...he couldn't help but notice someone who lingered.

#open rp #rp

basicallydragonbait

✿

[[Hello new pal! I’m uh, just gonna try running with this best I can since they’ve never interacted before, hope it works]]

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number

14:jawline kiss

He wasn’t sure what prompted him to approach the musician where he perched on the short brick wall. It was just off the sidewalk, and it wasn’t the first time he’d passed, seeing as it broke the trip from dorm to class. Hiccup couldn’t help but slow each time he passed, either to watch the male play for a moment, taking in the pleasant honesty in his smile, or to actually listen to his songs. Really it didn’t help that the guy wasn’t at all unattractive, nor as desperate or unsettling as some of the other street performers in town. For some reason that day though, messenger bag heavy with homework, he’d decided to do something different. “Hey! Uh…I don’t, really have any cash on me but um….” With a burst of unexpected courage Hiccup leaned up, pressing a brief kiss to the male’s pale jaw. He’d been aiming for his cheek, but the height difference from atop the wall was more than he’d expected, and he missed. Flushing red with the sudden ebb of his courage, Hiccup tried to smile. It was awkward at best. “Okay and now I’m just gonna go.”

#basicallydragonbait #hello new friend!#thank you for playing with Jack!

[[aww thank you friend! you are officially my very first rp partner outside of the rp group i used to be in! :D]]

That was most certainly unexpected.

When Jack set up 'shop' for the day, he had found a cozy stone wall in the middle of the city to perch on, and Katherine was tuned and ready to go. Today's track list involved a lot of nineties music, and he was just finishing up an acoustic rendition of a Del Amitri track when the brunet had come up and lips brushed over his jaw.

Well then.

"Whoa there, what's your hurry kiddo?" The young man chuckled a little, a smile lighting up his glacial eyes as he caught the boy loosely by his shirt collar. Good thing he wasn't moving too fast. "Don't you want a song for your troubles~? S'not every day I get a satisfied customer like you!"

Was it his imagination, or was this freckled kid adorable as all hell?

rpmememaker

Name M!A list!

Noise - muse can hear voices calling their name at all times, even though nobody’s there for (anon decides)

Rapunzel - muse’s hair grows longer every time their name is said for (anon decides).

Howl - every time the muse’s name is said, they little-by-little into a werewolf. M!A ends in (anon decides), or when the muse has fully transitioned into the beast.

Puppy Love - muse falls in love with anyone who says their name for (anon decides).

Say My Name - every time the muse’s name is said, they feel an unbearably powerful rush of pleasure. Lasts for (anon decides).

Funny names - every time the muse’s name is said, they feel as if they’re being tickled all over. Like ‘say my name’, but less lewd. Lasts for (anon decides).

Nickname - the muse will not react to their name, only the most ridiculous manner of nicknames, for (anon decides).

Vandalism - muse will be compelled to ‘autograph’ everything they see, writing their name on everything for (anon decides).

#memes #keeping this for future reference

hijackspace

dumb joke is dumb

#hijack #points of interest

Wow. He really needs to start paying better attention.

When was the last time he visited his own apartment?

Hell, when was the last time he actually spoke to people?

Ah, well. No time like the present.

...How do conversations work, again?

#tc open #WOW HI GUYS #SORRY I'M AN INACTIVE LOSER #PLEASE DON'T HATE ME

Outside My Comfort Zone || Valentines Day Open

The very last thing he had expected was for that damned pigeon to follow him around the city. He was even positive that it was the same bird that had been harassing him last week. When Jack reached out at last to swat at the feathered beast, though, it didn't take off as he hoped. No, the pigeon hopped up into his palm and dropped something small and silver onto his fingers. Eyes widened in disbelief, the young man's jaw dropped almost into his lap, and he gaped. The bird fluffed its feathers, cooed at him, and finally departed, leaving him with a handful of.... Bracelet? "..." This city was so freaking strange.

#tc open #tc vday

@haruhiiism

Haruhi nodded as he spoke. A look of deep thought took over her face as she processed and analyzed the boy in front of her. She watched him take a spoonful of his colorful cereal with extreme diligence, never blinking. With every bite he took, her conclusion about him drew closer.

Finally, she cleared her throat before replying. This was important.

"Albino, huh?" She grinned. One could argue it was almost a mischievous grin, at that. "…Yes! That counts!"

Despite Haruhi being relatively intelligent, the true definition of an albino escaped her. She had never met one before, and she knew little about it. However, the way her roommate phrased it made it sound totally cool, so she assumed it just had to be some sort of paranormal phenomena she somehow managed to overlook during her hours of study.

"So what kind of powers do albinos have? Laser beams? Time manipulation? Tell me!"

#haruhiiism #i'm laughing so hard this is great

Oh, for the love of--

This girl was completely and totally out of her mind. Taking another spoonful of his cereal and chewing slowly, thoughtfully, Jack wondered just what it might take to get her moved out. He would really and truly prefer it if she were someone else's problem at this point.

After one more beat, the snowy haired boy swallowed and wiped his hand on his pant leg.

"I can't spend too long out in the sun," he began, bringing his fingers up toward one eye. "And I have to wear protective contact lenses so I don't go blind." That said, he made short work of setting his cereal bowl down and plucking one of the lenses out of his eye.

The iris was a startling shade of wine red beneath the blue contact.

Jack forced himself not to ask her what kind of 'powers' bipolar nut jobs had.

@haruhiiism

She stomped into her room. Clearly, this person didn’t even deserve her time. The best thing to do was just walk away. She slammed the door behind her. She had definitely intimated him (of course, this was far from the truth, but Haruhi didn’t seem to notice). And she remained in her room…. for about 2 minutes, before stomping right back into the kitchen. She still had things to say, she decided.

However, this time, she didn’t want to yell at him. Rather, she needed to ask him something. Just in case.

"By the way… you wouldn’t happen to be an alien, time traveler, or esper, would you?"

Well, that was anticlimactic. He didn't realize they let five year olds rent apartments nowadays. What on earth was her problem, anyway? Shaking his head, the snow-haired young man recalled the whole reason he had stopped at home anyway, wandering into the kitchen to grab his stash of Fruity Pebbles.

Fruity Pebbles were the best kind of cereal, and no one could convince him otherwise.

When the alleged jailbait room mate re-emerged from her bedroom, it came as a shock to Jack, who turned his attention to her mid-spoonful of the deliciously fruity medley of crunchy pebble flakes. The utensil slowly drew out of his mouth as he mulled over the question.

"I'm an albino," he mused, the words drawn out. "Does that count for anything?"

#haruhiiism #jfc

@haruhiiism

Her left eyebrow twitched. “Princess?!” How could he speak to her like this, in such a demeaning way? Who did he think he was? Who did he think she was? This was unforgivable. Did she really have to live with someone like this? Was the world testing her? Too many questions she didn’t have answers to. This only served to frustrate her more.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" She stomped her foot repeatedly, as if it would somehow fix the situation. Incidentally, it didn’t. She let her hasty emotions get the best of her, once again. "You can’t speak to me like that!"

"Besides… I don’t have time to be talking to someone ordinary like you! Just leave me alone! Don’t come back here!" To Haruhi, it didn’t matter that he lived here. Rules like that had no meaning to her. Perhaps that’s why she always found herself in situations like this.

#haruhiiism #aaand jack is just all kinds of not caring

Wow, he just liked her less and less the more she talked. Her little temper tantrum didn't help matters much, either. Snorting lightly, the albino leaned back against a closed front door and let the most pleasant smile he could offer crease his features.

If she thought she could kick him out, she was sorely mistaken.

"Look, like it or not, I'm your room mate. I live here," when he wasn't out harassing the locals, that is. "This spot, right here? This is my apartment. If you don't like it, you can find some place else to live!~"

@haruhiiism

She turned around, a glare embedded into her face. Her first instinct was that this was a robber. Normally, she would at least show a little fear, but her mood had gone sour today. She simply couldn’t be bothered.

"What do you mean ‘who let you in’? Who let you in? This is my apartment. You some kind of burglar? You’re not doing a very good job.”

As soon as she said that, a thought flashed across her mind: roommate. She totally forgot she had one. This was probably him. She groaned. He seemed perfectly normal- which, to most people, would be the ideal roomate. But to Haruhi, it was just another dissapointment.

"Or are you my roommate or something? Which is it, huh?"