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“ — Yeah, I’m under the bridge waiting for you.“ Jasper said into the phone, looking around his surroundings for any sign of the person he was supposed to be meeting for a collection. Most of the time it involved Jasper knocking on doors, awkwardly showing up at their work place and being threatened never to turn up their again, but today he had arranged a meeting.
blvckwellheiress:
Renee let out a wince as she stumbled out of the bar, hand wrapping around her stinging one. Once she inspected the hand, she wasn’t surprised to see the telltale of bruises blooming on her knuckles. Fuck, it hurt. But it made her feel more like a human that she felt for days now.
“No one told me punching someone was going to hurt like this.”
Jasper followed the redhead out of the bar, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose in mild frustration. Normally he would have arrested Renee, taken her down to the station and locked her in a cell for a couple of hours until she had cooled down. He couldn’t do that now. Jasper wasn’t himself.. he was Ryan, collector for George Darling, who had been tasked with keeping an eye on Renee following the death of her father.
“They never show that part in the movies, huh?“
pearlfacades:
“Well, I don’t.”
Hallie took a seat on the edge of her bed, never one to part with information easily, especially to someone she didn’t particularly trust. "Everything I know is just rumors, nothing more. That works in my line of business, not yours.”
“Rumours are better than nothing.“ Jasper really was desperate, he needed to bring his supervising officer something solid. A rumour would just get him laughed out of the precinct, but if he could persuade Hallie into divulging some of those rumours with him then he could investigate them. Maybe then one of them would actually lead to something.
pearlfacades:
“That knowledge and a dollar bill will get you a coke.” Hallie rolled her eyes as she spoke in hushed tones. She had come to expect that she was always being listened to.
“Sadly, I have nothing else to give you. I believe you know where the door is.”
“You have to know something.“ Jasper was desperate. Detective Burnell was breathing down his neck, threatening to pull him out of this undercover operation if he didn’t bring him some evidence or new information on George or James soon. Jasper wasn’t ready to give up on this case, he was in this for the long ride. No matter what it took. He just needed to prove to his supervising officer that he should believe in it as much as he did.
pearlfacades:
“What the hell?”
Hallie whispered sharply as she opened her door and dragged him inside quickly. Unlike Sadie, she did not have the luxury of letting people traipse in and out of their home so easily. Jasper’s unfortunate knowledge of her situation meant that he got information from her, but it was on her schedule of it.
“You cannot be here. Muss up your hair, do twenty jumping jacks and then get out.”
“I wasn’t followed.“ Jasper said, unsure of who he was trying to convince more— him or her. Jasper had been careful when crossing the border, circling the block several times before he actually made the trip into jolly roger territory. Jasper wasn’t as stealthy as Dylan was though, he could only hope that he had observed her enough to be as half as a ghost as she was.
“A man died the other day, Hallie. Two other people are in hospital. I know James Hook had something to do with it.“ James Hook was the only threat to Dante Blackwell, the only one currently in Neverland, at least. “I need to find evidence that he’s connected to this.“ Maybe if he found something on Hook connecting him to Dante’s death then he would be able to connect him to Chuck Sinclair’s death too.
@pearlfacades
With his hood pulled up, Jasper kept his head low as he crossed over the border into Jolly Roger territory. Coming here was dangerous, now more than ever after the death of Dante Blackwell but it was a risk that Jasper was willing to take. He needed to speak to her, find out what she knew about the attack on Dante Blackwell and how much more she would be able to find out for him.
“Hallie,” He whispered through her door, eyes scanning the corridor of the mermaids living quarters nervously. “Hallie, open up. It’s Ry — It’s Jasper. I need to talk with you.”
nbsjvnes:
Nibs sat in the hallway, tossing a ball against his door in a repeating motion. Casey being back had thrown him for a loop, despite appearances to the contrary and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to take Maggie up on her idea to get the hell out of dodge.
“Games like that are usually a lot more fun with a partner to play with.“ Jasper said, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom once he had finished brushing his teeth for the morning. He hadn’t seen Nibs around much as of late, but he didn’t know whether to chalk that up to Nibs stealing more often or if he was just spending more time with Maggie away from the loft.
grxcethompson:
“We’re glaring at life right now.” Grace said folding her arms, glancing at Ryan. “Well I don’t know who the culprit is, but someone stole my chocolate chips I will find out who.” She sighed dramatically, putting all the ingredients back. “I guess no cookies for today.”
Jasper smiled to himself, he liked Grace and admired her low tolerant attitude towards The Lost Boys and their antics and shenanigans they often got up to around the loft. It was just a shame that she kept herself around such bad company. “I could run up to tesco and buy some of their honeycomb and white chocolate cookies. Nobody would be none the wiser.”
gogetemtiiiger:
Lily tried to channel her nickname, keeping her steps small and cat like by shifting her weight to the balls of her feet. She’d managed to avoid all the old creaky boards in the floor and make it past the stairs without a sound. Last night’s clothes hanging messily on her frame, and her heels in her hand. All she can focus on was getting back to her own bed, getting changed and maybe just maybe grabbing a bagel before getting back to work.
“Someone’s a dirty little stop out.” Jasper announced as he descended the staircase, smirking across the room at Lily who he assumed was attempting to make it back to her bedroom before anybody caught her.
grxcethompson:
Grace had thrown her hair into a messy bun, before getting out the particular ingredients she’d need from the pantry. She was planning on making a quick batch of chocolate chip cookies to busy herself while the washing machine was doing it’s thing. That was the plan until she noticed someone had ate all of the chocolate chips. Grace stood glaring at the pantry, completely unimpressed.
Jasper stood beside Grace, folding his arms across his chest and staring blankly in the direction of the pantry. “What are we glaring at?” He asked, brows furrowing in slight confusion. “Did the twins break the pantry doors again?” His eyes widened in exaggeration, a look of false dread in his eyes, “Oh no. Did Peter get into the chocolate after midnight again? Did he go full Gizmo?”
harryhijenks:
“We are? Ugh. I’m gonna have to go Tesco.” Harry sighed as he rolled over, this time laying so he could face Jasper rather than the back of the chair. He was barred from the one closest by for some sloppy shoplifting, but he didn’t mind the walk to the one a few streets over.
“You’re the first person I’ve seen in here this morning who doesn’t look like an extra from The Walking Dead.”
“I didn’t drink much.” I had to keep my wits about me. Everything Jasper did in Neverland was to help him reach his endgame — from befriending Opal, to interrupting Robbie’s sparring session and even striking up a conversation now with Harry. Everything he did was to help build his case against these people, he couldn’t afford a night off to get drunk and relax. “You look quite alive and human yourself, did you not show last night?”
noblvs:
❝ HE FINISHED WRAPPING his knuckles – tightly, precisely. people knew where to find him when everything because too much, when he needed to just let it go – so, surrounded by the punching bags and the fighting mat. he rolled his neck, trying to get ready, before his back tensed as he felt someone watching him. “ can i help you? ”
Robbie was one of The Lost Boy’s that Jasper had spent the least amount of time around since he arrived in Neverland. Jasper couldn’t tell if the boys paranoid nature was due to the life he lived or if it was simply just in his nature, but it always made Jasper feel on edge around him. If anybody could blow his cover it would probably be him. “Though this place might be empty, I was going to get some time in with the bag.” Jasper lied, he knew Robbie would be down here. He couldn’t avoid the boy forever though, not when he was trying to build a case on him and his friends.
harryhijenks:
With both arms wrapped around his pillow, Harry continued to toe the line between asleep and awake, dozing on and off for the most of the morning as he turned every now and then to try and get comfortable on the couch. Tyler was usually the twin regulated there more often, but seeing as his brother had company, it was his turn.
Lay on his side facing inwards, he only spoke when he could hear footsteps in the living area, always sure that wherever a Lost Boy was a prank wasn’t far off.
“If you’re not bringing me a cup of tea then I’m not awake.”
“All out of tea bags.” Jasper sighed, collapsing into the arm chair opposite the couch that Harry had taken up residence on last night after the party. It seemed the twins swapped who got the room some nights, Harry being the unlucky twin this time. Jasper felt a pang of sympathy for him, he had stayed on that couch many nights when he first arrived at The Loft and it hadn’t been comfortable then, he doubted it was any more now.
thcpreciousone:
“Nope! That’s not the rules of the night.” Opal chirped happily, immediately reaching back out for Ryan as he stepped away from. She knew no boundaries when it came to the Fairies or Lost Boys. “It could be your present for me because if I remember correct, your name wasn’t on the gift table.”
“You really don’t want to see any of this dancing.” He protested with a smile, still trying to edge away from Opal and the dance floor. “It’s not sexy. It’s all dangly limbs and dad dancing. I’m trying to save your party from my terrible dancing, that’s my present to you.”
thcpreciousone:
“Dance with me!” Opal commanded, not minding her costume wings as she twirled into place. Eyes wild with excitement and dust and lips curled into a mischievous smile, the birthday girl pulled the person as she let out a giggle.
“It’s my birthday– You have to do anything that I want.”
“I don’t — I don’t dance.” Jasper laughed, shaking his head and inching away from Opal before she could pull him into the crowd and dance with her. “I’ll do just about anything for the birthday girl, but as Meatloaf said, I won’t do that.”
thcpreciousone:
“I’m not sure if it’s the best. I’m personally a fan of being gifted shoes, clothes, and jewelry. But food will do in this situation.” Opal answered breezily as she sauntered, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she spoke. Eyes glancing up at the Lost Boy curiously, she folded her thin arms over her middle, smirking at his response.
“Of course it is. That’s what makes it the best.” She retorted without an ounce of hesitation. “What even is your story any way? No one just ends up in Neverland just to end up. For example– Me? My mom ditched me on the steps of the Green Fairy when I was six months old. But I won’t depress you with that.”
“I only buy shoes, clothes jewelry for girls who don’t pinch my donuts.” He joked, zipping up his jacket to protect himself from cold, chill that was blowing through Neverland today. “So, what is it you want? Don’t make me feel fat and greedy now for the KFC I’m going to demolish once we have been on this run.” Jasper wasn’t sure how it would go down with George or the other Lost Boy’s if they found out he had asked Opal to tag along with him, but as long as his collection went smoothly and there was no hiccups, he didn’t see any reason as to why she couldn’t accompany him.
“Are you mocking me?” He asked with a smirk. “First you eat my donut and now you mock me? Is there no end to your cruelty?” He said in a teasing manner, leading them down the street and in the direction of the man’s house he needed to collect the debt from. “My story?” He swallowed a lump, nobody had asked him about his history yet. Jasper had recited it to himself ever morning and every night since arriving in Neverland as to make sure he never forgot any detail. No matter how minor it might be. “I owed George Darling a debt.” He lied, the words coming as easily to him now as they did each morning and night. “I got myself into a slight gambling mess, I couldn’t pay it back and I asked George if I could work for him, free of charge until my own debt was paid off. Better to work and not be paid than face the consequences, right?” Jasper stopped in his tracks, turning his gaze towards Opal with only sympathy and a pang of sadness in his eyes for her. “Your mother left you on the steps of a brothel?”
silvercxrlton:
Silver chuckled softly. “If you ask anyone, they’ll say I’m not. But I’ll give you a piece of wisdom because I feel like you’re going to be here for awhile and I’m never normally wrong about that. Not everyone here is going to fit as simply into a box like that. Scary lady, yeah. But there’s more to me, big guy, as is with everyone here. Take the time to learn it. You won’t have to worry about your food when the people here know you give a shit and they give a shit about you.” She sipped her coffee thoughtfully. “Anyway, moment over. Don’t you have work to do?”
Jasper didn’t believe a word coming out of her mouth, but he flashed her a smile of appreciation, anyway. The world wasn’t as open as she tried suggesting it was, people did fit into boxes. Silver and Robbie were killers. Nibs, Tyler and Dylan stole for George Darling and Lily sold drugs for him. What more did he need to know about these people other than that they all deserved to be put behind bars. “Got it. Don’t judge people, take time to get to know them.” He paused for a moment, smiling. “Where do we stand on holding grudges against people for eating your donuts?” Jasper spared a glance at the watch on his wrist, he still had some time before he had to get back out on the streets and collecting on owed debts for George. Luckily for him the king of Neverland had not asked him to do it by force. Yet.