Posts by JAMISON F.

Hadley? Jamie hoped he could remember that. He was pretty forgetful, and Hadley wasn't exactly super memorable, though he would try his best. The blonde feline turned to look at the pyramids as well when the girl looked, surveying them and trying to imagine what they looked like to someone who wasn't as used to them as he was. He had lived here the majority of his life, so the awe had worn off long ago. "Yeah, they are pretty neat -" Jamie began, turning back towards her before he realized that he had been all but forgotten. Oh, typical. Despite looking so similar to his twin, he shared none of Barbara's flirtatious mannerisms, and to his knowledge, he had never been attracted to anyone in his life, let alone hit on every good-looking stranger to appear. He was quite used to it by now, but it still made him... uncomfortable, to be caught in the middle of it. "Ay, get a room, why don't 'cha?" he joked, though he did sound mildly insulted as he directed his words mostly to Barb. Finding nothing else to say, he turned and hustled off, eager to escape what he felt was an awkward situation.

Bonfire! Hell yeah! Jamie loved fire. Appearing a moment after Alexus' call, the Overseer offered her a grin as he spoke. "Bloodclan'll be there. Thanks fer the invite, miss." He couldn't speak for his Clanmates, but he would almost definitely be attending.

Jamie could fight just fine in his opinion, but it never hurt to brush up on things. Trotting over and stopping by Ximen, he cracked an immature grin before saying, "My buttcheeks are always in gear, mate." What did that mean? He didn't know. He just wanted to say buttcheeks.

Often it seemed that people looked back on the time and asked where it went, or said that they 'remembered it like it was yesterday.' Jamison and Barbara Fawkes had been in Bloodclan for seventh months, and to Jamie, it really felt like seven months. He could barely remember the day he joined. Time passed. He was forgetful, and he was far from sentimental. However, the fact that they had been here seven months did mean something - he and his twin were now a year old. And it was one thing the Fawkes' both enjoyed, it was a good party - how could they let this day slide by without doing something to celebrate?

The party had been set up Outside one of the pyramids. Tables were littered with snacks and drinks of all kinds - sugary sweets and juices and, of course, alcohol. A fire burned nearby, and on a table also rested sparklers and some other fireworks that Jamie had managed to procure. Music blared from a boombox, and a poorly drawn banner had been erected, reading Happy Birthday! And, Jamison himself, nibbling on a cookie as he waited for his friends and Clanmates to arrive. Surely, the music and fire alone would be enough to attract them.

BARBARA F.  

If Akihisa was looking for someone outgoing, Jamie was just the guy for the job. There was no one he wouldn't talk to, and nothing he wouldn't talk about. While he normally avoided going near any of Bloodclan's oases, the sight of the unfamiliar tiger prompted him to go closer than he normally would have dared to. "Hey! Hey, you!" he called cheerfully as he approached, coming to a stop nearby and peering at the larger feline's face through curious orange eyes. "Watcher name? New, are ya? I'm Jamison," he blabbered, not giving him much time to answer his questions. He normally didn't miss any joinings, but apparently this one had escaped his notice.

"Ay, thanks mate," Jamie grinned as Akihisa arrived, becoming their first party guest. Shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth, he followed him to the drinks, eyeing them professionally as though he actually knew how to answer his question. The truth was, Jamie had never had any alcohol in his life - he just got it for the people who would want it, which was probably a high number. Such as, for example, his sister, who was clearly already buzzed. The skinny boy let out a laugh as she hugged him and babbled on about the banner and the drinks and how nice it was, mildly relieved that she had taken care of the drink thing. "Oi, ya better not call her that," Jamie chuckled. "That would make me an old man, yeah?" Funnily enough, he did have some symptoms of elderliness - wack hearing and forgetfulness. Huh. Maybe he was old. "Hey, yer gettin' up there too, buddy," he meowed after Hypokrisis, giving the younger male a small, friendly shove - hopefully it didn't hurt the fragile priest - with his shoulder. He wasn't much younger than they were, were they?

//lol cobble called out

Jamie glanced up as Barb arrived, quirking an eyebrow before meowing, "Well, this is pretty delicious piss," before tossing Jake a humorous wink. Piss or not, it was good enough for him. As Jake addressed him again, he perked up, looking thoughtful for a moment. When he had been a kitten living with his parents, he had gotten a lot of injuries, mostly by their paws, but he didn't want to talk about that. It sucked, and it was kind of dark for what had so far been an enjoyable get-together. "Hmm," he mused, before continuing, "Well, one time I almost blew maself up ta fuck. Burns everywhere, joints sore, screwed up my ears, almost drowned in an oasis." Despite what a terrible experience it had been, he sounded rather proud as he explained it, wearing a cocky smirk as he took another swig of his lemonade. In retrospect, he had walked away nearly unscathed. Aside from his unreliable hearing and fear of water, anyway. As for the prank? Well, it wasn't like he would need encouragement - he'd keep his eyes open for an opportunity.

"Do I ask a question now?" he asked, though didn't wait for an answer. "Hadley," he began, turning his attention to the girl. "What's the best thing you've ever stolen?" Yeah, he was kind of assuming she had stolen, but in this Clan, who hadn't? Thieving was basically second nature to Jamie.

If Luca was hoping to make friends, then he would either love or hate Jamie - the Bloodclanner was willing to get to know just about anyone. He'd talk about anything, and pretty much do anything if it meant a good time. Trotting over and coming to stand beside Hypokrisis, the skinny feline flashed the kitsune a grin, listening momentarily to the two speak before doing so himself. "Ay, mate. The name's Jamison. Cool to have ya," he introduced, amber eyes traveling across first the stranger - he seemed familiar, but if they had met, Jamie had since forgotten - and then the gift basket. "Watcha got in there?" he asked, clearly hoping for an invitation to snag a candy.

The dirty feline stood on Shadowclan's border, waiting impatiently for just a moment before deciding he would just call out - someone was probably nearby, right? "Ay, the name's Jamison Fawkes. I've got an invite from Bloodclan for a blind datin' event." It wasn't just for romantic dates either - since he was the one in charge of it, he had made sure it had options for people who just wanted to make friends too. "Everyone's welcome!" he added with a smile, as if that wasn't obvious, still glancing around for someone to make an appearance. It would be pretty awkward if no one had heard him.

// HOOKED ON A FEELING | BLIND-DATING EVENT

Ah Blizzardclan. Jamie liked the place just fine, but was the massive staircase up to their main territory really necessary? Finally reaching the top, the skinny Overseer took a break to catch his breath for a moment, mumbling something like, "Y'all got to get an elevator or somethin'." After a moment, he straightened up, usual crooked smile finding it's way across his features. "Ay! Jamison Fawkes here from Bloodclan. Yer invited to a blind datin' event at our place," he called, certain that someone could hear him - no one was ever far from the border it seemed. The event had been set up so one could have a romantic or platonic date, so as to keep it open and interesting for everyone.

// HOOKED ON A FEELING | BLIND-DATING EVENT

Oddly enough, Jamie had never come to Westeros before. Or, maybe he had, and he had just forgotten. That was always possible. However, as he approached the border, he examined his surroundings as though everything was new, a curious glint in his amber eyes. "Hey, Westeros!" he called after a moment to get their attention, trying to see if he could spot anyone who might hear him. Eh, whatever. Someone would show. "I'm Jamison. Bloodclan would like ta invite you all to a blind datin' event," he continued, assuming someone would hear him. He had set up the event so that it would have both romantic and platonic matchups - a little something for everyone, right?

// HOOKED ON A FEELING | BLIND-DATING EVENT

Jamie hardly noticed the larger animals mild surprise at his sudden outburst, his broad smile never wavering. "Akihasa? That's a funny sorta name. Ya from somewhere strange?" he asked, meaning no harm by his comments. Akihasa sounded like some kind of badass, tribal warrior type. Plus, he had been told before that his own name sounded like it ought to belong to a girl. Was Jamie a girl name? Maybe. It wouldn't be that surprising if his parents titled him such just to spite him. As his sister arrived and made the hellhole comment, he put on a mock offended expression. "I, for one, think it's lovely here." Honestly, it was always hot and the sand made everything dirty and rough, but he was kind of into that.

Jamie too appeared quickly, feeling both strange and proud to see Barbara standing in the place that he had so often seen Jackdaw occupy. Seven months of going to his meetings and working under his command. It was bittersweet - the absence of Jackdaw and his sister standing tall as his replacement. He knew she would do a good job, but at the same time, knew it would be something he would have to get used to, as he was more than certain her leading style would be quite different from the direwolf's. So far spotting Ximen and Savannah to sit by - somewhat sadly, he realized he wouldn't be able to sit by Barbara anymore, since she was the one giving announcements - he decided to plonk down near Savannah, giving his sister as much focus as he could manage.

Allies and enemies, Sunclan and the Cartel. Well, he was already planning a little surprise for Sunclan - perhaps that would be a nice kickoff to this war, or whatever the hell was going on. As for fucking with potential allies? Unlike Savannah, he wouldn't have a problem with that. New allies meant new friends, and he wasn't about to throw away an opportunity like that. He perked up slightly at the mention of his name. Hell yeah, he was holding an event! He hoped it didn't flop - it was his first time doing something this big. Tail swishing, he contemplated the idea of serving as ambassador to Westeros. They were kind of stuffy, but also interesting - maybe they could use a lose cannon like him to stop in every once and a while. He glanced over his shoulders as Barb mentioned more announcements. One of his back paws twitching slightly, he shifted his position, hoping he wouldn't have to wait too long.

Oh, Jamie recognized her from when he visited Westeros not long ago. She had seemed kind of uptight, but Jamie didn't really mind. Most of Westeros seemed kind of like stuffed-shirt aristocrats, but that didn't mean they were necessarily lame. Just that they were very different from Jamie and most of Bloodclan. In fact, he was somewhat intrigued by their society. Appearing a moment after Ximen, the Overseer came to stand on her other side, peering over his sister at the Westerosi. "Hey," he greeted, offering her his usual grin. Maybe she recognized him. Remaining quiet for the time being, he awaited to see what she really wanted.