Username
A non-owner, stalker of the JBD community
as well. I'm hoping to get this handsome bean and get the
chance to claim him as mine. I am The Stalker,
forever stalking you. :3
Name
The name I chose was slightly derived from
a movie you may know as "The Hunchback of Notre Dame."
Though no one is named this specifically, there is one in the movie.
This bean is named Jester. I absolutely loved the name and think it
fits him perfectly.
Gender
I proudly see this one as a male. At first,
he had a slight female look, but he's definitely a male.
That good 'ol manly grin. .u.
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A non-owner, stalker of the JBD community
as well. I'm hoping to get this handsome bean and get the
chance to claim him as mine. I am The Stalker,
forever stalking you. :3
Name
The name I chose was slightly derived from
a movie you may know as "The Hunchback of Notre Dame."
Though no one is named this specifically, there is one in the movie.
This bean is named Jester. I absolutely loved the name and think it
fits him perfectly.
Gender
I proudly see this one as a male. At first,
he had a slight female look, but he's definitely a male.
That good 'ol manly grin. .u.
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Jester didn't mind the grass as it tickled his toes. He didn't
pay attention to the sweet ruffling to his ears, made by the gust of winds that started
to pick up. He didn't pay attention to the trees' swaying or the fact his paste bowl
nearly fell over. His tail slowly curled around his bowl protectively out of instinct
because of the many times he'd done it before, and quietly concentrating on getting
the paper star he had in his paws on. Paper mache' was getting deep into his mind,
but he could control it, and it was such a wonderful thing to live with ever since his
childhood. It had always been a thing where he could use his creativity, his wild
thoughts that ran through his head and gave such wonderful inspiration to what he
could form a simple piece of paper into next.
It was dark, but the moon's light glowered over him, giving enough light to tell him...'the
children are there.' It may difficult to understand a joker like Jester. He was sweet, kind,
reluctant, but was always that one bean who had a glint of strangeness to his movement.
His smile showing his deep concentration to small parts he tried to keep in place as he
pushed edges together, held two corners, tried to keep some parts apart all at once.
Jester smiled to himself as he finally finished the star he had been working on and looked
up at the moon before placing the star on the ground, letting it suddenly get pulled away
by the wind. It flew up and away, his work floating up with the other stars that started to
get pulled away by the wind. "I hope you like them kids...they're especially made for you..."
he chuckled softly. "You guys must be tired..." He smiled softly. "I stirred the paste really well
so that they won't fall apart. You guys can keep as many as you want. I'll keep coming to make
more. Maybe I'll bring Amalie so she can talk to you guys, too."Only the sound of the wind was
heard down, calming down then rushing around him, ruffling his big fluffs of fur.
Jester gathered his belongings, looked back up at the glowing moon, took a deep breath and exhaled
slowly as he walked into the silent trees of the forest, leaving dead hearts...
pay attention to the sweet ruffling to his ears, made by the gust of winds that started
to pick up. He didn't pay attention to the trees' swaying or the fact his paste bowl
nearly fell over. His tail slowly curled around his bowl protectively out of instinct
because of the many times he'd done it before, and quietly concentrating on getting
the paper star he had in his paws on. Paper mache' was getting deep into his mind,
but he could control it, and it was such a wonderful thing to live with ever since his
childhood. It had always been a thing where he could use his creativity, his wild
thoughts that ran through his head and gave such wonderful inspiration to what he
could form a simple piece of paper into next.
It was dark, but the moon's light glowered over him, giving enough light to tell him...'the
children are there.' It may difficult to understand a joker like Jester. He was sweet, kind,
reluctant, but was always that one bean who had a glint of strangeness to his movement.
His smile showing his deep concentration to small parts he tried to keep in place as he
pushed edges together, held two corners, tried to keep some parts apart all at once.
Jester smiled to himself as he finally finished the star he had been working on and looked
up at the moon before placing the star on the ground, letting it suddenly get pulled away
by the wind. It flew up and away, his work floating up with the other stars that started to
get pulled away by the wind. "I hope you like them kids...they're especially made for you..."
he chuckled softly. "You guys must be tired..." He smiled softly. "I stirred the paste really well
so that they won't fall apart. You guys can keep as many as you want. I'll keep coming to make
more. Maybe I'll bring Amalie so she can talk to you guys, too."Only the sound of the wind was
heard down, calming down then rushing around him, ruffling his big fluffs of fur.
Jester gathered his belongings, looked back up at the glowing moon, took a deep breath and exhaled
slowly as he walked into the silent trees of the forest, leaving dead hearts...