[ Even after you've been in a place for a while and have slowly begun to resign yourself to your lot in life, have you ever been so consumed by the unfairness of your current situation that it renders you immobile? The wound of separation that cannot be healed by an infinite amount of time? The cruelness of a helpless feeling with so much gravity that the ground might open up and consume you whole?
Jefferson had paced this street countless times since he'd been brought here, and his despair has only grown with every footstep. It seems as though small cracks form beneath his feet, a direct response to his troubled mind.
With hunched shoulders and a distracted expression, he appears calm except for the minor emotional vandalism that marks his trail which is slowly growing in intensity. If he bumps into someone, they'll receive a sincere but distracted apology. He's too caught up in his own head unless someone can snap him out of it. Who knows how bad the cracks can get if he's left alone to his jumbled memories? ]
[ E1/E2 ]
[ It's like being in the weirdness of Wonderland again. Feeling that the earth will swallow you whole? Done. ]
You don't have to be so literal! [ He shouts at the reformed ceiling above his head.
His head. Their heads. His unfortunate emotional shift had not only punished himself with a sewer water as high as his knees, but it had taken someone else with him.
Jefferson doesn't know many people here. He hadn't gone out of his way to make friends. Normally, he might turn on the charm and try to repair the distress he's caused for this other person, but his negative emotional loop shifts from despair to frustration. He's not in a friendly mood right now.
The best he can manage is: ] Are you all right?
[ F ]
[ There's only so much moping around that a man can do before he needs to seek out distraction. In desperation, Jefferson has fallen back on his old skill set and taken up with a handful of bandits. As a thief, Jefferson hadn't been much of a team player, but distraction is distraction, and he'd needed someone who knew the area.
He hadn't exactly planned on being part of an airship heist, and yet here he is.
From a perch far away from the action on deck, Jefferson signals his ill-fated "companions" with a falsely cheerful thumbs up. ]
You're doing great!
[ He has no intention of joining in on the fighting, and he'll claim the smaller offense of stowing away on the vessel and planned to deny any participation in the actual crime. ...if he's caught, that is. Even without his magic hat, Jefferson is still quite skilled at making his escape undetected.
For now, he fidgets with a charged apathy grenade in his pocket. The bandits had given it to him to assist, but releasing it would mean forfeiting his criminal defense. And there's really no honor among thieves after all. ]
Jefferson | Once Upon a Time
[ Even after you've been in a place for a while and have slowly begun to resign yourself to your lot in life, have you ever been so consumed by the unfairness of your current situation that it renders you immobile? The wound of separation that cannot be healed by an infinite amount of time? The cruelness of a helpless feeling with so much gravity that the ground might open up and consume you whole?
Jefferson had paced this street countless times since he'd been brought here, and his despair has only grown with every footstep. It seems as though small cracks form beneath his feet, a direct response to his troubled mind.
With hunched shoulders and a distracted expression, he appears calm except for the minor emotional vandalism that marks his trail which is slowly growing in intensity. If he bumps into someone, they'll receive a sincere but distracted apology. He's too caught up in his own head unless someone can snap him out of it. Who knows how bad the cracks can get if he's left alone to his jumbled memories? ]
[ E1/E2 ]
[ It's like being in the weirdness of Wonderland again. Feeling that the earth will swallow you whole? Done. ]
You don't have to be so literal! [ He shouts at the reformed ceiling above his head.
His head. Their heads. His unfortunate emotional shift had not only punished himself with a sewer water as high as his knees, but it had taken someone else with him.
Jefferson doesn't know many people here. He hadn't gone out of his way to make friends. Normally, he might turn on the charm and try to repair the distress he's caused for this other person, but his negative emotional loop shifts from despair to frustration. He's not in a friendly mood right now.
The best he can manage is: ] Are you all right?
[ F ]
[ There's only so much moping around that a man can do before he needs to seek out distraction. In desperation, Jefferson has fallen back on his old skill set and taken up with a handful of bandits. As a thief, Jefferson hadn't been much of a team player, but distraction is distraction, and he'd needed someone who knew the area.
He hadn't exactly planned on being part of an airship heist, and yet here he is.
From a perch far away from the action on deck, Jefferson signals his ill-fated "companions" with a falsely cheerful thumbs up. ]
You're doing great!
[ He has no intention of joining in on the fighting, and he'll claim the smaller offense of stowing away on the vessel and planned to deny any participation in the actual crime. ...if he's caught, that is. Even without his magic hat, Jefferson is still quite skilled at making his escape undetected.
For now, he fidgets with a charged apathy grenade in his pocket. The bandits had given it to him to assist, but releasing it would mean forfeiting his criminal defense. And there's really no honor among thieves after all. ]