#escaped audios jean

[escapedaudios]

Who's that? A New Jersey Rat from the past? You'll see soon, in The New Orleans Rats prequel.

Illustrated by @palilious

[slushiepizza]

i KNOWWW he stopped calling them intern when they got together but idk what else he'll call them, so

[piffany666]

Me: I only watched New Jersey rats for that one hot guy

"Oh yeah! Jean right?"

Me:... yes....the age appropriate conventionally attractive man....

Definitely not...

[willowwee]

Nighttime Car Ride🌠⭐️

(This takes time after the New Jersey Rats escaped Tricky Ricky's clutches and on their way driving to the airport)

Marilyn (Intern): (chuckled) This reminds me of how Tricky Ricky failed to get us.

Jean: ...A bread falling over..????

[ramenwaitr3ss]

My personal headcannons for Characters and listeners from some of the fandoms I’m in!

(Because I’m bored)

Redacted Headcannons^^^

David has a photo of him and Angel in his wallet, whereas Angel has a photo of them and David as their wallpaper.

When Damian gets flustered he also lets off steam slightly.^^

Milo will make SH coffee in the morning in the way they like, with a small note telling them to have a good day at work.

My freelancer has a stomach tattoo that’s under their navel of a heart. And Gavin loves to kiss it^^

Sam and Vincent catch up over tea and wine on occasion, and they mostly talk about their partners lol.

Sweetheart takes naps in the most uncomfortable places, but makes it work somehow.

Baabe and Asher do skincare together every night.

Good Boy Audio headcannons!!

Personal headcannon that the Guardian and Mirin have a noticeable height difference with Mirrin being a foot shorter than them.

Adding onto that I see the Guardian being around 7’ 0-7’ 1 and Mirrin being like 6’ 8-6’ 7

Faithful will sing Karrano to sleep sometimes and Devlin will listen in with a small smile

Albus and Hipswitch are drinking buddies(I don’t know if Hipswitch can even drink, but if he can’t he just is there for the vibes lol).

The Guardian kept a Souvenir they got with Zed when they left, and keeps it in good shape.

Makkaro and his wife, have slow dances on special nights.

I’ve always imagined for me, that Pandora likes to sleep a lot and they’ve fallen asleep on Hades’ shoulder countless times, and now with her having Cerberus she’ll fall asleep with them on occasion.

Escaped Audios!

Jean and intern literally could not keep their hands off each other after everything that happened. Badabing and Badaboom kept saying “Ewwww” each time the two would cuddle, kiss, or anything cutesy.

Benji has a tattoo of his and his wife’s anniversary^^

Crow liked having his hair played with.

Raven constantly plays with her hair as a nervous stim or subconsciously when she’s sitting down watching Tv, or reading, working etc.

Alphonso was one of those really cringy emo kids, and is definitely embarrassed about it lol.

Personal headcanon for my Intern is that they were a singer and dancer, before the events of New Jersey rats.

I forget her name since I’m still new to the series- But the listener for Der Wolfsjäger, is terrified of dogs, and is learning how to deal with them thanks to the series lol.

[stxph-artist]

anyways, here’s wonderwall /j

inspiration: this post

[pocketfulofvoices]

jean “what if they don’t feel the same and i’m just imagining things” dipierto and the “silly little guy” intern

[plaqying]

love that intern could actually shoot

pew pew motherfuckers

[astralbulldragon13]

Arrigo Makes a Mistake

(This is a fanfic using an original character insert for the listener in Escaped Audio's 'New Jersey Rats' Series. Warning, there is some implied racism in this story, if that does not jive with you, feel free to skip. I completely understand)

Skyla Ghost Bear the Intern half-way listened to the conversation between Jean and Tricky Ricky, talking about the logistics needed to complete the job with the gold. It had been about a week since the incident with the Feds, and they were invited over again to 'talk shop', with the gold. Jean still was insistent on no one, not even the Bada Brothers knowing about that little incident.

Jean seemed a bit nervous when it came to inviting Skyla along, but she wouldn't say 'no' to some, really good, home-made Italian food. Even if it was in the company of the Cosa Nostra.

The only time she even got to have Italian food back home was when her Lala would take her and her siblings to the Olive Garden by the mall. This food was so much better, like comparing Taco John’s to authentic food from a real Hispanic household. 

‘But Taco Johns has potato ole’s,’ she joked mentally as she took a sip of the dry red that Ricky provided them to drink, trying not to scrunch her face at the taste. She was never a fan of dry wines, not even when they use them in church. ‘And Olive Garden has breadsticks and really fucking good salad.’

“Tell me, young intern,” Tricky Ricky spoke, looking up from his plate. “You know some about me, I don’t know some about you. Tell me about yourself.”

Jean glanced at his Intern with a fair amount of concern, hoping this wasn’t some attempt to dig up dirt to hold over them. 

Skyla offered him a calm, polite smile. This was a businesswoman’s smile, like a dagger wrapped in velvet, and Jean was able to decrease his heartrate at that. “Not much to me, sir. I’m from the midwest, came to New Jersey with hopes of experiencing a new life and seeing the ocean instead of the Missouri River. I will be receiving my degree shortly.”

“What kind of blood do you have in you?” 

Skyla’s business-smile tightened and her jaw tensed. Badabing and Badaboom looked at each other nervously, while Jean was almost worried that she may jump the table as Skyla had been very private about her ancestry, but she just picked up their wine glass. “I’m Plains Native American on my mother’s side, yes. We… aren’t particularly close

“What about your father?” Giovanni asked, eyeing the young individual.

She returned the look, her blue eyes unwavering, something uncommon amongst most who look the consigliere in the eye. “I never knew him. I know that he was an Irish exchange student, and that I have his eyes. That’s really all I know about him.”

Tricky Ricky nodded, finishing a bite of his food. “A shame, truly. He doesn’t know he has quite the intelligent child.”

Skyla laughed polietly, nodding in agreement with the old man’s words. “I thank you for your words, sir. I truly appreciate it.”

As dinner was wrapping itself up, Skyla excused herself to the restroom. After she washed and dried her hands, she reached into the inner pocket of her blazer to apply a fresh coat of her favorite red lipstick. It wasn’t some designer brand, but simple Maybelline New York #333, Hot Chase that she found in Wal-Mart at the age of seventeen. She popped the top off and twisted the tube up and paused, looking at the color, then her reflection with the faded color still on her lips and thought to her poor, scruffy superior. Skyla didn’t know why, but their mind went to him, his hair wild, his business-shirt un-tucked, and his pretty face covered in kissmarks in this shade of red. 

With a girlish giggle, Skyla applied the lipstick leaving a fresh and shiny coat. She twisted the spiral back down and re-capped her lipstick, sticking it back in their pocket. She undid her hair and retwisted it, pinning it again with her barrett, then walking out the door. 

To her surprise, she found Arrigo waiting outside the door, waiting for her. She drew up short, letting the door to the restroom close behind her. “Oh, Mister Belardi! You caught me a little by surprise there. Is there something I can do for you”

The so-called ‘Mafia Prince’ gave a smirk that Skyla supposed was meant to be seductive, but in truth it just made her skin crawl. “Yeah, uh… what are you doing after dinner?” 

His question sent up so many red flags it could have been used to decorate a rescue boat. Skyla returned to her business smile and tried to move past him. “I have some matters to attend to when I return to my apartment. Now, please excuse me, I do believe dessert was about to be served and I’ve been looking forward to that semifreddo all evening.”

“Or,” he said quickly, caging them with his arms on either side of her body. “You could, uh, come with me? I’m having a yacht party at the marina tonight.” Arrigo reached up with one perfectly manicured hand and stroked her cheek.

“I’ve, uh… never been with a girl like you. I mean, I’ve been with Indian girls before but not your kind of Indian, you know what I mean? Come on, why don’t you… try me on for size? I bet I could do better than that loser Jean. Come on, don’t you want a chance to really have some protection from the family?”

Skyla blinked and tilted her head down to look Arrigo in the eye. The young Belardi heir only stood at five feet, four inches, five foot, six with the help of the lifts in his shoes, while Skyla, being half Lakota, stood at five foot, nine inchest. Pair that with the fact she always wears four inch heels, she was towering over him, and he knew it. 

In response, the Intern decided to use the greatest power in their arsenal, the only gift her father gave her. She glared at Arrigo’s hazel eyes, and to him, looking into Skyla’s eyes was like looking into a stormy sea. 

A chuckle bubbled up from her lips, and she shook her head, almost incredulously. She looked up, and noticed Jean looking around the corner, his brown eyes burning. So, in response to the Princeling’s offer, Skyla place a hand on the arm that was caging her, and gently moved it out of the way, before moving aside and walking away from him, still chuckling, while adding a little sashay to her hips. “Hey, Unch, is everything alright?”

Jean blinked, trying to clear his head. This was something different, she usually called him something different in her mother-tongue, but it sounded similar to what they just called him. 

“Wh-Wha? Oh! Oh, right I, um, was coming to find you. I know how excited you were to have that semifreddo.”

Skyla just giggled and took his arm. “Come one then, let's go.” And they walked off back to the table. Jean glanced over his shoulder to look at Arrigo, who looked offended and rather confused, and just gave the little brat a shit-eating grin. 

[audioroleplayconfessions]

Jean is a bottom, nothing can convince me otherwise. That man likes his partners crazy and in control.

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[samuraihighwayman]

Re: The New Orleans Rats

Other people, cowards: Nooooo! What do you mean Jean was “”with”” someone before the intern!?!? Weeehhh my intern would be so jealous!

Me, not a coward: nah, Intern is laughing like a hyena at these 3 idiots and is also a raging bisexual. They get it.

[escapedaudios]

I NEED TO KNOW THIS How did Jean and Stacy breakup 😟

(Like what led to it 😘💅)

I'm not sure of the details of the exact breaking point yet lmao. I'm planning on fleshing out more of their past relationship in The Havana Rats, but basically there were a few things:

- The distance. Montreal is a 6-hour drive from New Jersey, and on top of that Jean and Stacy are both frequently on the move.

- Stacy was bad for Jean and he knew it. She'd encourage his bad side, and Jean couldn't help but indulge her. This conflicted with his desire to keep his head low, and his plans to one day leave the Cosa Nostra.

- Stacy had too many connections to the mafia, and was too visible of an individual. Towards the end of their relationship he was planning on vanishing one day, and he couldn't see himself staying long-term with someone who knows multiple members of the "family" and makes frequent highly-public appearances.

- Jean's own personal flaws. He eventually fell legitimately in love with Stacy, but refused to admit that to himself, only ever telling her he loved her when drunk or under extreme mental stress. He'd cope by telling himself she was just a temporary comfort, but that attitude conflicted directly with his nature as a romantic and made their relationship strain.

[slushiepizza]

Jean's French Cooking and Other Cuisines - Ep 1. Intro Next (Pending)

I've always loved food based stories and with how food metaphors ( French Coffee, French Blend Wine, French Diner...) are used as a narrative tool for Jean in New Jersey Rats, I came up with this idea of him attempting to reconnect with his roots by learning how to cook. If you're familiar with my work, this is basically like Everyday with Guy and Honey, but written around French (and other areas') food. And just like Everyday with Guy and Honey, I'll update this whenever I feel like and each is a standalone.

[piffany666]

Intern is the red electric guitar to Jean's baby blue ukulele

[willowwee]

CW: blood

Whoa I never post anything here 🔥🔥 but here's my version of Intern from The New Jersey Rats:

Ramble abt my Intern (Marilyn)

Since escaped mentioned abt Intern growing up in a neighbourhood that run by gangsters, I decided to cooked and made my Intern trained by them to defend herself from other gangsters that targeted her. Bcs of the training and basically raised by bunch of gangsters bcs her fam is no bueno, she lived off from chaos. (She got a bit of muscles on her bcs strong women>>>)

Anyways here some doodles of Intern and jean:

Aa I'll prolly post more fanarts of this series and other rp audios in the future

[puffin-smoke]

The Intern teaching Jean how to aim and shoot a gun properly. Is this anything