The Preserve; Sunday Evening
Skulking about in the preserve might not really be the best idea Jasper's ever had but it'd been something he'd wanted to do for awhile now. Most of this island was a mess of wide open spaces, water and small, dark alleys that were one cigarette smoking guy in a trench coat away from a film noir.
Pushing those thoughts out of his head, Jasper concentrated on his surroundings. A lifetime of living and traveling with Billy meant that he'd picked up a few tracking skills. He knew how to make his footsteps whisper quiet, how to blend into the shadows and how to disappear when you didn't want to be seen. Typically, if a murder happened near a forest, the police went there first, stomping sloppily through mud and potential evidence. Not Billy, never Billy. He knew what the cops would do and did the exact opposite. Billy Dent took pride in running the cops around in circles.
Was that why Jasper was out there? Figuring out ways to escape if he ever did the unthinkable? This place had one main exit which meant if he ever did anything, that's where the biggest mass of cops would take up residence. He'd have to figure out other ways to escape.
Jasper blinked at those dark thoughts. He hadn't really meant to think about how he'd leave if he ever decided to take up his father's crown. He wouldn't do that.
"People are real. People matter."
They matter only in that they make it fun for us, Jasper, my boy. Make a friend, son, and make it even better. Mmm, when they trust you and realize what they've done... Exhilarating. Watch the eyes, listen to the noises, feel their silky, soft skin turn cold underneath your hands.
Jasper shivered and stepped over a fallen log, keeping his mind busy with mentally mapping checkpoints and the general perimeter of the preserve. Big enough to disappear in but not not big enough to be forgotten. He leaned against a tree, blowing out a breath. The moon illuminated the spaces nearby but Jasper made sure to stay in the dark.
[ Open if you're out in the preserve. He's being a little creepy (so warning for some mild creepiness!) without realizing it so feel free to freak out out or try and deck him or whatever. ]
Pushing those thoughts out of his head, Jasper concentrated on his surroundings. A lifetime of living and traveling with Billy meant that he'd picked up a few tracking skills. He knew how to make his footsteps whisper quiet, how to blend into the shadows and how to disappear when you didn't want to be seen. Typically, if a murder happened near a forest, the police went there first, stomping sloppily through mud and potential evidence. Not Billy, never Billy. He knew what the cops would do and did the exact opposite. Billy Dent took pride in running the cops around in circles.
Was that why Jasper was out there? Figuring out ways to escape if he ever did the unthinkable? This place had one main exit which meant if he ever did anything, that's where the biggest mass of cops would take up residence. He'd have to figure out other ways to escape.
Jasper blinked at those dark thoughts. He hadn't really meant to think about how he'd leave if he ever decided to take up his father's crown. He wouldn't do that.
"People are real. People matter."
They matter only in that they make it fun for us, Jasper, my boy. Make a friend, son, and make it even better. Mmm, when they trust you and realize what they've done... Exhilarating. Watch the eyes, listen to the noises, feel their silky, soft skin turn cold underneath your hands.
Jasper shivered and stepped over a fallen log, keeping his mind busy with mentally mapping checkpoints and the general perimeter of the preserve. Big enough to disappear in but not not big enough to be forgotten. He leaned against a tree, blowing out a breath. The moon illuminated the spaces nearby but Jasper made sure to stay in the dark.
[ Open if you're out in the preserve. He's being a little creepy (so warning for some mild creepiness!) without realizing it so feel free to freak out out or try and deck him or whatever. ]