STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY — OPEN, LOST

Jerseyboy needed to get his mind off of things. What better way to do so then to get out of camp? Fuck, he just needed to walk around. He already received the sympathy of his clanmates, which was already awkward enough, so he preferred to be on his own today. The tuxedo tom had left the main camp to travel down that god-forsaken staircase and into the old territory. Jersey needed a new place to explore and get away from everything else.

He padded along the border, his pelt rugged from the way he had been sleeping on it. All he had done ever since Lonepaw's burial was sleeping, lying in bed, and drinking. Needless to say, he did not look great at the moment.

Suddenly, a voice entered his ears. It wasn't just any voice, either. It was the voice of an angel. "... And my arms need someone to enfold..." This wasn't just anyone's singing. Jerseyboy recognized it from the first bar; it was a song that he had played to long ago. It had been months and months, and now it was all coming back to him. So, just in time for the last line, Jerseyboy would hold out, "I want a Sunday kind of love~..."

The black tom that was padding along the border stopped and he turned around to see a tuxedo cat. With a bowtie. With mischievous green eyes. "J... Jersey?" The younger male asked, eyes widening in realization.

"Frankie!" Jerseyboy laughed and rushed forward, tackling him playfully onto the ground. He wrestled with him, just like old times, and held Frankie in a "noogie" position. "Where th' hell have you been, huh?" Frankie wheezed and grunted as Jerseyboy held him in this position, and he squeaked, "Ack, get offa' me!" The taller tom cat released Frankie and it sent him tumbling backwards onto the ground. "Where th' hell have you been? Ain't that like you, runnin' off somewhere." He huffed.

Vang was still sick, tired, and bruised up, but she didn't like staying in an empty den, waiting for certain death to sweep her up in their arms. Nah, she'd rather search for it, and seeing as it was no longer a bitter cold in BlizzardClan, now seemed like the best time to do so. Stumbling along, her weight on her sprained paw wasn't the hottest thing on planet Earth. She wasn't the hottest thing on planet Earth, with her bandaged torso and constant wheezing. Her brain seemed to be stabbing itself then crying out in pain, for with that wheezing came blaring screeches in her head and dizzying migraines. Oh, well, too bad for her body, then, because there was really no way to keep a Vang behind closed doors.

Finding herself crossing paths with Jersey and... something fishy, the female forced her head to swing upwards. Huh, two tuxedo cats, who seemingly knew each other. And well, apparently, since she hadn't seen her friend smile that wide in ages, they realy knew each other quite well. Approaching, or really because she had tripped over a rock in her viewing of the duo, Vang offered a small smile (small enough that her poor face didn't hurt from it). "Hey, you two. I'm Vang... who are you?" She inquired, facing the smaller of the two boys.

Two Jerseyboys? Oh dear god. One Jersey was certainly enough - while Pierce didn't particularly dislike the guy, he definitely wasn't his favorite person, and he could be a bit much on his own. Still, the serval approached the scene with a smile etched into his features, tail wagging behind him in a friendly manner. He had heard Jersey introducing his brother from a distance, so there was no need to get the tuxedo toms to repeat themselves. The question about Vang being Jerseyboy's made Pierce pause for a moment, perhaps in a thoughtful manner - was that possible? -, but he continued on and halted beside the huskapard. He looked down Frankie with his smile broadening, gently easing himself to the ground.

"It's nice to meet you, Frankie." He had almost said "Mister Frankie", but that didn't sound quite right. Mister Frank, perhaps, but not Frankie. "I'm Pierce. Are you planning on staying with us for a bit?" Whether that meant staying a few nights or joining was completely up to interpretation, but Pierce had a feeling the brothers would want to spend some time together. That was how siblings were, right? He wouldn't really know, as he had only known one pair of siblings in his life - Aleksei and Mieczyslaw -, and he had never gotten to know his own.

Like Piece, Vang throughly thought that two Jerseys were too much for the poor BlizzardClan. As much as she saw the original male as one of her best friends, he was a pain sometimes. Noding in acknowledgement to the deputy, the female shrugged at Frankie's question. "Hey Frankie, hope you's not as bad as your brother." She greeted, before following with her respone as to if she and Jers was a thing. "Me with that dork? Nahz'. Ask your brother, though."

Jerseyboy had a brother? Well it wasn't a real surprise, considering that Jerseyboy's father was Bill Cipher, but she hadn't expected to see that Jerseyboy was close to any of them. "Is this your full brother, Jerseyboy?" Sweetoophelia spoke up, approaching after Erie and seating herself beside Pierce as per usual. Her pale coloured eyes turned onto Frankie then, "Pleasure to meet you - Sweetophelia Targaryen." She asked because she herself had legions of half-siblings thanks to the bedroom activities of both her mother and father and their spree of lovers. The only animals she had ever considered a true sibling was Vienna and Tsubodai, and her relationship with the latter hadn't been very platonic.