Posts by JERSEYBOY

Jerseyboy probably would've turned out a human in another life. It would've been believable; he smoked and drank, after all. But, even as a cat, he seemed a little human already, as did everyone here. They weren't just feral beasts like lots of humans thought them to be; they had families and friendships and hierarchies and wars. It was almost unbelievable.

The tuxedo tom cat flicked an ear, seeing the stallion on the border. Sheesh, he was rather big, wasn't he? Once he stated his name and business, however, he didn't see any reason to turn him away. "Well, that little birdie was right. This is BlizzardClan, and yeah, you're in." Jerseyboy presumed that he had the power to accept people now. They didn't really turn people away, anyways. "The name's Jerseyboy, a Paladin around here." It was amusing how their accents were so different than each other. He gazed at Harrison for another moment before adding, "Where'd you come from anyways, pal? Farm or somethin'?" Though it seemed a little blunt of Jersey to say that, it was just how he worded things. To him, he was just talking normally.
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Well, Kenji was damn lucky to have all of the knowledge that he had. Jerseyboy would probably bop you in the nose if you called him as dumb as a rock, but that was the truth. He had very, very basic education, and the only thing he was knowledgeable in was music. Reading? Writing? He didn't give a shit about that, and math would probably tick him off if he even tried to solve a problem, so it was best for him to stay away from that.

He spotted Frank talking to a stranger standing at the staircase. The other male hadn't stated his name and business so he would stand behind the cat and take a seat, flicking an ear and waiting for Kenji's answer.
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Jesus Christ, what was going on now? Frank was spouting things, going off about something... was a past memory haunting him? Whatever it was, it probably wasn't good for him or the people trying to comfort him.
The tuxedo tom would march up, his face showing no positive or sympathetic emotion. Not that he was annoyed with Frank, exactly, but he wanted to set things straight. Jersey padded past the others and stared Frank dead in his scarred face before grunting, "Frankie, get it together, man. Stop your clawin'." He narrowed his green eyes. "Now quit your yellin' at everyone, because they can't help you if you don't calm th' fuck down."

Ah, his New Jersey charm was pleasant, wasn't it?
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Jerseyboy had heard the singing from afar, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it. He had plenty of experience with bands and music and everything in between, so naturally he would come over to watch. It turned out to be Mae, who had claimed to sing when he first received his guitar. "Stop it before you hurt yourself." Jersey told Loveletter, a thin smirk planted on his maw. He wasn't kidding, either, as yelling could scratch your vocal chords.

Turning back to Sylmae, he would add, "That's one helluvah' voice. You in a group or anything?" With a voice like that, she deserved to be in a band.
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Jerseyboy was a little ways outside of the BlizzardClan camp, sitting against a tree. His small-sized electric guitar was in his paws, and he reached his paws to the right frets so that he could strum different chords. It wasn't plugged into an amp, so the sounds were quieter, but he didn't care. It's not like Jerseyboy was putting on a show, he was just messing around. Hopefully he could write out ideas for a new song.

// @frank f.
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Jerseyboy smelled the Rift all over the newcomer, and suddenly memories flowed back towards him. He had lived there for a little bot before coming here and he was glad that he made the move.

Jerseyboy came to stand by Sylmae, looking down at the newcomer. He cocked his head, sensing the other's tenseness. They didn't look that scary, did they? "Kid, calm down. We ain't gonna eat ya, alright?" He reassured Adelaide, his accent thick. He flicked his tail before adding, "You're in. What was your name?" He had come late, so he wasn't sure if she had stated her name or not.
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Jerseyboy slid up beside Sweetophelia, confused. Didn't that Jacob guy come back just to be with her? Or were they just really "close" friends?

Deciding not to initially say anything to the two, he would mutter to Sweetophelia, "Hmm... do ya think they need a room?" He smirked devilishly.
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Eren... Eren... He couldn't recall ever meeting an "Eren". Jerseyboy figured that he had just joined or something, and he made his way over towards the tom. He flicked a dark ear back before straightening it again, and he would grunt with a neutral expression, "Ciao, Eren. The name's Jerseyboy." The Paladin would then add, "You new or somethin'?"
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Jerseyboy definitely didn't have as rich of a culture as Harrison did. Did he have some? Well, yes. He learned how to smoke from his mom's friends, and he was introduced to a variety of alcohols by his own. He learned how to speak a little Italian through his mammina, but that was pretty much it.

The tuxedo cat watched the horse as he worked on something. What was he doing, making himself a sweater or something? He blinked and stepped forward, looking on curiously. "What is that?" Jersey would ask him.
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Jerseyboy, having heard the commotion, followed the source and made his way over. He curiously peered over Eggpaw's shoulder and he saw a familiar-looking kit not moving... and bleeding! Fucking hell! "Christ almighty," Jersey winced. He wondered if the kid would be okay, especially since he was still fragile and young. "what happened to 'im?"
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Jerseyboy cocked a brow at the sight. Really? Alastor and Lottie? The guy seemed a little quiet, but maybe they had something else going on behind the scenes. Coming to stand on the other side of Sweetophelia, he would murmur, "Well, would you look at that?" His features bubbled with amusement and slight curiosity as he waited for Isoletta's answer.
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