your name is JAMES CROCKER, you live with your MOTHER currently, in MAPLE VALLEY, WASHINGTON. you are the 15 year old heir of the CROCKER CORPORATION, a very large baking empire you cannot wait to inherit-- despite it's BAD REPUTATION, you have large plans for it. > you have a VARIETY OF INTERESTS, some of which include the OBVIOUS BAKING, PRANKS AND HIJINKS (a passed-down interest from your grandmother), along with the occasional PLAYING OF PIANO. you also have a strange passion for MUSTACHIOED FUNNYMEN, and FICTIONAL SUPER-SLEUTHS.your pesterchum handle is gallantGumshoe, and you can be easily pestered there. ((independent rp blog for male!Jane Crocker. all art is mine unless specified.))
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Hm? I suppose so.
You're Jace as a boy, but I'm fairly used to seeing that by now.
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J-Jane? As a boy? What the crystal skullfuck is going on here?
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GG: I was just wondering if you wanted to talk to me.
GG: I'm kind of lonely in here all by myself.
He shuffled under the covers, and rolled over to pull them more over his head. He sighed.
GG: If you're busy, that's alright.
There really wasn't anyone else to uphold a reasonable conversation, with though. He rolled the covers over him like a burrito and then face planted into the pillow, dimming the red light.
Her helmet began to slowly buzz, alerting her that she had received a message. Normally, it would’ve just sent a red flash across her eyes—that was the signal. She hadn’t been wearing the helmet, however.
Jace raised the ghastly thing and placed it on her head, letting BettyBother open up as the alert turned-off.
GT: Yes james is something the matter?
Her enthusiasm seemed plastic to her now. Like it was fake. And in a way, it was. She was stuck in a rut until she could contact the actual STRIDER again, and not her blasted auto-responder.
Stupid thing. You hated it.
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James knew it wasn't a good day at all.
He was moving about his room. He'd ditched his thoughts of baking a cake today and decided to settle in bed with his crowntop placed upon his head. He sighed, the light red glow surrounding his face in the dim-lit vicinity of his room.
He had drawn the blinds to a shut, flicked out the lights, and hid under the covers-- there was only darkness now. He could see only the advertisements flickering about in his head. He navigated it to BettyBother, and gently began bothering Jace. He could use someone other than his father to talk to.
GG: Jace?
GG: Hello?
He waited patiently for an answer, not really expecting there to be one, though.
Today was not going to be easy. She could feel it.
Sighing, Jace rubbed the forest green of her helmet, her fingernails brushing against the glossy paint. There was nothing left to do! After having bitched at Strider’s auto-responder for uranium before realizing it wasn’t even a sentient thing she was speaking to, she had angrily tossed her other computers away and plopped on the ground in a quiet fit of frustration.
More often that not, she was not one to throw herself about in her rage. But there have been times.
Jace English pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and turned to stare at her oddly-designed bed.
Nothing to do.
She was running out of uranium. And Strider’s auto-responder decided it was going to tell her she wasn’t going to supply her with more in the dickprinciest manner possible.
With a frustrated sigh, she rested her head on the wall behind her, her hair brushing against the glossy finish on one of her many movie posters.
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W-well um... I got you these flowers... and um, there is a cake waiting...
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Oh, hello!
Um... I don't even have your number. But thank you for the compliment. :B
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wwoahhhh didn tusee u there
*see
hey bby thx 4 followin
ur pretty cute btw call me ok?? k <3
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When you rp a character and then see someone else rp the same character really gosh darn well compared to you so silently you sob into your hands and watch them from afar with envy.
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You are my best friend, that is not a lie, alright...
but I'm not going to risk your drunken slobber!
sshhhh
come join me
oh thats right
you and your sweet addef moyher are to far away
my best friend lives so far
im so sorry
im being rude
come give roma a hug
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Sigh.
good morning friends
my head hurts terribly
i suppose it is time for more of the drink
quickly
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What? Dirty thoughts?
No, never!
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Oh damn i see what i said now dismiss that.
I mean it dismiss it.
Dont let your mind be plagued with dirty thoughts.
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... That's good to hear!
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Hello, Jace! ♥
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I'm going to pap you!
good morning friends
my head hurts terribly
i suppose it is time for more of the drink
quickly
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I'm well, yourself? :B
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Hello, Jace! ♥
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What was that last bit?
good morning friends
my head hurts terribly
i suppose it is time for more of the drink
quickly
fake robo mother that looks like james’ mother
fetch me a drink
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Hello, Jace! ♥
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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
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My fedora, possibly.
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