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laid out most of my personal collection today 🙌🏼

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Jamie had just wanted to get some groceries. There was no sign of the local corner stores that he was used to. It had taken all of his courage to make it into this store. He had assumed it was called Target, but according to a middle aged white woman he passed while entering, it was called Targét. He kept his head down, rushing through the store toward the sign that declared food was there.

So how did he end up getting caught in this aisle selling--what were they selling? It looked like a square of plastic, with a group of Koreans pictured on the front. Jamie didn’t want to risk looking stupid by asking what it was, so he simply shook his head. The man asking didn’t seem to be paying much attention anyway, too caught up in whatever he was outraged by. 

Jamie blinked in surprise at the sudden offer for an autograph. “Why?” he blurted, brows knitted with confusion. Anyone Jamie would want an autograph for certainly wouldn’t be standing in front of him in the same aisle at Targét. “I think I’ll save myself two dollars.”

“why the fuck is this in the clearance bin?” he asked the sales associate, look of disgust on his face as he held up his old boy band’s cd up, gesturing to it with his other. looking at someone passing by, “you’d pay more than two dollars for this, right?” he turned back to the sales associate before they could answer, “seriously, man, get this out of clearance.” still, once the man left, teddy still held the cd, turning to the person again, “you want me to autograph this for you, babe?” he asked, charming smile on his face to match the arrogance in his words.

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“They call ‘em coffin nails for a reason,” Jamie replied, pulling out his cigarette case full of cloves. He reached into his pocket, digging around only to find it empty. “Got a light?” he sighed, looking to the stranger with tired eyes. Jamie needed his nicotine fix, and he eyed the smoke rising from the man’s cig with jealousy. 

Jamie leaned against the wall next to the stranger, staring down at his case of cigarettes. Shiny and silver, it had been a gift from his best friend after he graduated from the police academy. It made Jamie fiercely homesick just to look at. This tiny town was nothing like LA, with its strange architecture and fashion and technology that made Jamie afraid to go outside. It was exhausting to be constantly tense, confused and alarmed by everything that surrounded him. So maybe that was why Jamie felt some solidarity with this stranger, who looked just as, if not even more, tired than he was.

Aleč sighs, leaning back against the wall. It’s cold, it’s dark, and he’s fucking exhausted– but he’s finally managed to make his way outside for a cigarette after being stuck inside all day and lighting one up and taking a draw from it feels wonderful. The out-of-sight corner he’s gone to is dead silent except for the sound of the wind in the trees, peaceful in a way Prague never managed to be, and he’s reminded of why he’s spent so much time in this particular place in the past couple weeks.

He closes his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation, when he hears footsteps approaching. The last thing he wants to do is interact with someone, but he figures he’s got little chance of making them leave at this point. “Smoking kills, y’know?” he asks rhetorically, an undertone of dark humor in his voice.

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"Hmm?" Jamie tilted his head as the woman sat beside him asked him to repeat himself. "Ah, no Spanish, huh? S'fine, talkin' to myself," he muttered. His back was slumped so low he was nearly lying flat against the bar. Two weeks in this absolute hellhole and no closer to getting any answers. Sometimes he thought it was a dream. Sometimes Jamie wondered if he had been cursed. But this woman beside him, she appeared equally as miserable. Maybe she knew what the hell was going on. "Mount Gay, please," he ordered from the bartender, no shame in a little rum at three in the afternoon. Then he addressed the woman. "You've noticed it, right? The time, it's gone whack." A full glass was placed in front of him, and Jamie immediately downed half of it like a shot. Booze seemed to be the only thing that hadn't changed in whatever hellscape he was wandering. He found comfort in the way it soothed his nerves.

       The bar she sat in was dark and smelled like cigarettes and sweat, reminding Marguerite extremely of the bars in France after the Allies had landed. Too many soldiers with too much to drink and to smoke. It felt like home and at the same time it didn’t. Confusion was what Marguerite had felt ever since she woke up two weeks ago and day-drinking is what she did to calm her mind, to push the nagging thought of having to be dead to the back of her head for at least a little while. Today that seemed to be particularly difficult. A hand gently wrapped around the glass of Bourbon in front of her, she sat at the dimly lit bar, her eyes fixated at something in front of her; something not visible for other people. Yet, she kept her ears open. Since she woke up, she has been in constant fight or flight mode and it hadn’t changed over the past two weeks. She registered the person approaching her out of the corner of her eyes, but she didn’t turn and instead took another sip of her drink, quickly blinking away the tears that had gathered. The person said something, but it sounded so far away Marguerite didn’t really catch what it was. “Come again?” Her voice was quiet and she hated herself for how confused she sounded.

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Hey everyone! I’m Alex, in school for special education :) I’ll be 21 in September and I’ll be playing my alltime favorite OC!

About Jamie:

Don’t call him anything other than Jamie or he won’t be happy. Latino, bisexual, first generation American. He had a lot of things working against him in 1966. Which is what makes it so impressive that he carved a successful life out for himself as an LA police officer.

Living with his police partner and best friend, Credence, Jamie had everything to live for. Then he met Eric. Handsome and so much older, Jamie didn’t notice the red flags until it was far too late.

Jamie is extremely forgetful, and has a tendency to block out traumatic events. Upon waking up, he has no memory of his death or the circumstances that caused it.

He has adapted but is taking waking up extremely poorly. Jamie is not quite convinced whatever time travel that has occurred is real (yet).

( Yan Vostrikov / cis male / he/him ). character name wasn’t expecting to be giving a second chance at life. the nineteen year old last remembers living in the 1960s in Los Angeles, California. one thing they remember from their past is a gold crucifix necklace. they’ve been described as being extroverted and paranoid, but that is to be expected since they are a Leo. (ooc: Alex, 20, PST, she/her)

accepted! jameson ‘jamie’ pierce has been given a second chance at life. please make sure to have your account in within the next 12 hours or your spot will be reopened! yan vostikov is now taken!

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san diego, 2017

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I need my  coffee  space

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@varrix did an amazing job with my boy, Jamie! I love her work and she really brought my OC to life! He’s ready for action!