Zaney. :D We also soap?
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Thread Topic: Zaney. :D We also soap?
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not mother f---ing it
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f--- he also has a yin yang tattoo of two dragons to symbolize himself and his darker side on his left bicep
this is one the right side of his back and down his right arm just because it was a painful thing to focus on other than a painful thing that happened that day will reveal later
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f--- the start i will now write
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He got turned into a vampire at 21 so vampire boy is 21
He perused the small gallery, stealing glances at the perfectly executed pieces of art with narrowed eyes. Intrigued by what he saw, he stepped around until he found himself in the middle of the room, using his head to look at each and every single work in its entirety. A meek "hmph" of approval escaped his lips, only audible enough for a middle-aged, balding man in a trench coat to pick up. The tour was worth the ninety dollars he had forked over upon coming to the ticket booth. The sleek black tie that was around his neck felt as though it were constricting him, and so he adjusted it, clearing his throat. A clock chimed a total of nine times, alerting the individuals inside that the viewing time of the gallery was over. He scoffed, meandering aimlessly around until a woman with a white crow's nest of hair entered the space. The corner of his closed mouth perked up in amusement. Her rosy pink, puckered lips reminded him of a very unappealing sea creature. A quick thank you sounded from him and he exited the building, pulling in a deep breath of New York City's air. Hot dog vendors were automatically capable of being heard. He rolled his eyes, smiling joyfully and turning onto the sidewalk. Something told him to wait before he flagged down a cap. His dress shoes hardly made a sound against the hard, steel grey cement as he strolled along, weaving through fellow citizens. Here, he realized that a heightened sense of smell was not particularly always a good thing. Cringing as salami and body odor wafted around and entered his nostrils, he picked up his pace in order to remove himself from the area in which the stench was originating. Once he stole a turn onto the next street, he was liberated. "s---," he muttered, shaking his head. -
Jasper walked down the streets of New York City, completely and utterly lost. He knew he should had listened to his mother when she told him to keep track of time and to try not to wander. What could the nineteen year old say, he was a wander. That was probably one of the main reasons he decided not to go to college just yet. He wanted to explore just a little bit more before he got sucked up into something called reality. He huffed as he looked around, not recognizing any of the buildings. He had come here to look at some of the scenery, tall skyscrapers with limited trees lined around their entrances. He was wearing this, the blue jean looking bag on his back carrying his notebook, some pencils, a water bottle and a phone he only used for emergencies. Social media wasn't really his thing.
It had been somewhat of a stressful day full of him being catcalled for his shorts that showed off his bum, being slapped on the bum by random older men and kids pulling on his beanie. It wasn't his fault that he was only 5'6, short enough for most kids to mess with his stuff. Now it was slowly getting later and later and he had no clue where he was going.
Well, you know what they say. If you get lost, hug a tree. Too bad there were almost no trees in New York City.
Jasper decided just to keep turning corners, hoping that magically he would find his way home. -
Once he had separated himself a fair distance away from the main roads, a new pungent smell begged for his attention. His nose twitched, a pure indication that it was an emotion. Filtering out all of the happy kinds, he narrowed it down to sadness, anger, or confusion. His mind nagged at him to seek out the presenter of the smell which he attempted fully to avoid. Pressing on through towering statues of New York's buildings and weeds poking through the cracks in the sidewalk, he grimaced. He was completely aware that eventually, his feet would lead him to the origin of the smell, so he made an executive decision to find it himself. He began to slightly jog, which wasn't the simplest task in an expensive suit. Peculiar looks from passerby didn't phase him, he was ready to help whomever his body was seeking out.
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Jasper got tired of trying to figure out what buildings he had already passed and which ones he was trying to find to make his way home. He attempted to use his phone to find his way but there was no signal. No signal in the middle of New York City! It was like the world was against him today. Jasper found a bench with no one on it and sat down criss- cross, resting his chin in his hands. No one seemed to care that he looked confused and upset; of course no one did. This wasn't some small town in the middle of nowhere where everyone was family. This was a big city that he was currently stuck lost in until further notice.
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Suddenly, as his feet flew faster tha. a jaguar chasing dowb helpless prey, the smell heightened in an undesirable fashion. He rubbed at his nose, swallowing heavily. Humans who were upset always smelled the worse. He was still young in the ranks of who he was, and so he had yet to accomplish much in supressing his senses. He slowed gradually until he could pick out the individual that he had been drawn to. Noticing a younger male on a nearby bench, his facial expression softened. The tie seemed too tight. He pulled it off in one swift motion, stepping towards the boy. Startling would not have been ideal, and therefore his approach was as gentle as he could make it. In a low tone, once he was close enough without seeming like a pervert or creep, "Hello." That simple word did it for him at the moment. He would wait for a response to ask questions and to get to the bottom of how he would be capable of aiding him.
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Jasper was surprised when an attractive looking male came up to him, a bit older than him, maybe in his early twenties. Jasper raised an eyebrow and looked up at the man through his long lashes. "If you want my money, I don't have any." Jasper didn't think that this guy would do anything, but he kept his phone resting on his knee just in case. Even elderly old women were scary in the city, he had learned that earlier when one had hit her with her purse when he didn't say good morning to her. The man seemed to come out of nowhere as well. "Don't you have better things to do then chat up people?" Jasper asked softly, not being rude, just curious.
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GTG FOR NOW BE BACK IN A LITTLE WHILE
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KAY
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He adjusted the cuff of one arm of his suit, tilting his head in a curious manner. The smell was thankfully en route to fading away completely now that he had found the subject. He casually folded his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "You see upset. I saw, I thought that I should help." With a tiny step forward, he queried, "May I help with anything?" Swallowing heavily, he unbuttoned the top of his suit's jackets, sighing in relief. He wanted to avoid pulling it off completely because he felt as though that would be too nonchalant of an action to perform in front of the person who had just met. "I am Kyland, by the way. I'm not here for money or anything." He avoided his last question entirely, assuming that it had just been asked out of some other kind of emotion. As he awaited a response, his mind trailed off to more important matters, such as where and how he would obtain his next meal. He shook his head discreetly, pushing any and all thoughts of that out of his head in order to fully focus on the matter at hand.
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Jasper drummed his fingers against his other knee, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He really didn't talk to anyone besides his parents and it had been a while since he had talked to teachers since he has been out of school for almost a year now. The younger bit his bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but coming close to it. "Well, Kyland, I'm lost and have no clue where I'm going so I sat down here..My name's Jasper. Like the ghost Casper, but with a J, I guess." The boy rambled, playing with his own fingers nervously.
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Kyland smiled cheerfully at how the boy responded. He also grew excited as he would be capable of aiding "Jaspar", so he was called. "Well, Jaspar," he deemed it an appropriate time to take a seat by him, "I happen to know the ropes around this place. If you tell me where you're going or what you need, I am fully able to help." A grin flashed across his face, his pearly white teeth being shown off. He closed his mouth hurriedly, recalling that his 'other' teeth could appear at any given moment. He examined the boy from head to toe with only the use of his eyes. Jaspar appeared to be relatively attractive and obviously had a sense of style. He would have given a small "hmph" of approval as he had done in the gallery, but in a big place like New York City, the other had probably been relentlessly touched or catcalled. It was just how things worked.
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