( ♠ ) - JASPER BECK( Hunter/Forensic Scientist ) ( 27 years old ) ( Beck Apartment ) ( Tags: Open ) ( Mentions: Ivy )
Jasper fiddled for the keys to the family apartments door as he walked down the dimly lit and shambling hallway. Once the tall dark haired man reached his doors he very clumsily put the keys into the lock and twisted it open. He was tired. Jasper had worked a midnight shift at the Police Department, and even then so he had to meet up with Elisium at the Hunters base in a while. Jasper opened the door to see their small apartment being cleaned by his mother, Valerie. Jasper gave a smile and a yawn, “
Mornin’ mama.” He said. Valerie gave a chuckle, “
It’s noon Jasper.” She said calmly. Jasper threw his jacket on the hook and his keys on the table and started to walk down the incredibly short and small hallway towards a room. There were two doors, and neither were his. One belonged to his mother, the other to his sister. Jasper opened his mother’s room and went to his small dresser that lay near the corner of the wall, he pulled out some shorts and a plain black athletic shirt, changing into them and throwing his work clothes in a hamper. Jasper walked out, back to the living room and to the couch that had a blanket strung over it in a very messy manner. That’s where he slept. Jasper didn’t have the heart to leave his mother or sister just yet, no he stayed to contribute despite his want and need to get out by himself. Jasper grabbed the blanket and fell onto the couch, hitting hard with a sigh. Jasper pulled the blanket over and turned to his side, “
Can you or Ivy wake me up in a little bit? I have more things to do.” He called to his mother, who only shook her head.
( ✣ ) - EDEN PARIS( Antique Bookshop Clerk ) ( 21 Years old ) ( Hawthorne Bookshop ) ( Tags: Open ) ( Mentions: None )
Eden sat with a teacup pressed to his lips, his eyes were busy scanning a book that looked the worst for wear, but he was completely absorbed in it. Eden saw very little happen in the store as most people over looked it. The occasional collector or woman smelling of sage and sandalwood were know to wander through, but action was very little in the tiny bookshop. Eden leaned back against the wall, in fact he was sitting behind the counter on the floor as he read his old book with interest, “
Her eyes rested like pools of cloudy blue upon my soul, pouring the sprinkle of rain and longing into every inch of my being. How I loved her, the fair maiden. But alas, the skies tore us apart, and so another day gone to sorrow and wasting as my true love and I were banned from eternal love...” Eden whispered as he closed his eyes holding the book to his chest. “
Beautiful...” The dark haired boy gushed as he set his tea cup down. Eden took out a small pad of paper and grabbed a pen, setting his old book on his lap. Eden began scrawling the poetry in his pad, checking to make sure he had every word correct and just as much emotion in his own writing. Eden read it back to himself and put it back into his jean pocket, he then picked the book back up and began to furiously read again. Eden bent his knees and fumbled for his cup of tea once more, finding it and bring it up to his lips to take another sip of the swirling chamomile drink.
