-tracking like a loser harhar-

MUH I will if you reeeaally want me too but GOD it will fail.

Might... I try?

Um well, if in human, Jettem is always wearing a red dress, might make for some odd moments and conversation, and as Deer well... the list is endless.
Whichever you prefer, it's your thread! I'll just pick up where you leave off in your postings!
Jettem's Bio: http://endlessforest.org/community/unforgettable-jettem-online
Human face

Human is wonderful!

As for seeing her in the Forest, please do stop by, she is in deep need of some friends.

Fly with your imagination m'deer, I'll be picking up the pieces behind you.

Soft clicks along the concrete streets of NYC seemed to time each second on the Clock shop the owner passed by, her heels dancing to a silent beat in her head as she headed for the nearest shop of sweet coffee. Her eyes seemed tired, slight sleepless bags beginning to show from lack of sleep and late night performances. She ignored the stares from the others at her unusual appearance, a evening gown of bright red standing out like a red balloon in the blue sky.
Tryouts and endless interviews were starting to get to her, and she was really in need of something to wake her up before the next practice show started in a few hours. The strong aroma of black coffee and heavy cream whispered under her nose, pulling her around a corner….
“ Oh my g-!”
The wet nose of a dog brushed against her knee just as she rounded the corner, making the young woman begin her quick descent to the gravel street. With a swing of her hand, Jettem managed to catch herself on a nearby chair, knuckles turning white as she managed to swing herself back upright on her heels.
“ Who, do you belong to huh?”
She gasped under her breath to the lab, who’s fae seemed to smile with mischief at her before letting a pink tongue hand out of her mouth at Jettem’s flustered face. With a hand on her hip, Jettem couldn’t resist but give a few pats to the dog, scolding her playfully fro nearly ruining her dress. But her nose twitched at the promising warmth of hot coffee and a dry seat, so she stealed herself to walk in before she started playing with the dog or the owner came out and yelled at her fro touching their pet.
Bells chimed above her head as she pushed the door open, blue eyes wide as she looked for the familiar green aprons of the coffee employees. The counter was nearby, and a lonely stool next to a man in a leather jacket was available.

If I’m fast enough, it’ll be my seat!

Gathering her dress, she crossed the floor in no time and nearly jumped on the seat as a small freckled man came up from behind the counter.
“ What can I get for ya miss?”
“ Oh, umm..”
She dared to see who she was sitting next to as she though about what she wanted. Her lids widened, jaw going slack fro a mere second before she stared up back at the menu board.
“ Um, I’ll have a Frappi, with extra cream and cinnamon sprinkled on top. And a blueberry muffin too please!”
The man smiled and nodded and walked away. Nervousness set in, the feeling of eyes on her making her regret having not brought an extra set of clothes to change out of after rehearsal. Fumbling with her fingers, Jettem tried to busy herself with her hands while she waited, determined to not make any eye contact with anyone.

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OOC//: Sorry, I just threw something together....gnaaaa...sorry. FFFKFKFFJFJKFJ...

He'd ordered his usual, and slid himself onto one of the small stools, folding his arms across the counter to wait. It would only be a moment before he could go back out to Molly and head home -

That tingle.

A brief jolt of electricity crackled behind his ear before he could complete the thought. He was still getting used to it, but it had never failed to tell him when there was someone from the Forest nearby. According to Tuna, it happened with everyone. Cautiously, Oz let his eyes dart to the sides, and was immediately caught by a bright red dress wearing a woman on his left. Hoping to remain unobtrusive, he summed up what he could see in his peripheral vision - dark hair, bright eyes - before casually turning his head to the side and remarking "Couldn't help but notice that outfit. Kind of bright for a morning like this. You in theater?"

It wasn't much of a wild guess. He'd seen stranger people on the streets who had come from the Broadway area of the city. All in all, they were interesting people. And it certainly helped that this one might be a doe.
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Hiiii c8
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Weird. She looked scared. He was relieved every time he found a deer in the human world, someone he could actually talk to without having to cover up everything. Whatever floats her boat. Clutching the warm coffee cup he recieved, the tall man smiled warmly at her. "Oz," he offered. "Name's Oz. Jettem, ah? Pretty name." Not wanting to frighten her, he smiled brightly. "You live around here?"
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DO YOU HAVE SMOKERCOUGH? HAS THE TVIRUSDRAINOHOBO INFECTED YOU? DDD:

But yes. oooooh yes. This should be interesting. B: You start or me? -entertained at the prospects of the future-
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THAT IS TOTALLY FINE -still finishing this drawing-
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Damned blonde appointed god-of-everything-female. Tuna's roomate had disappeared only a short while after she returned. Of course they'd argued. It had been one of the worse fights, as a matter of fact. Any sort of anger had faded to nothing by now, and she was merely tired. Emotionless. At least he had gone, instead of her being forced to leave again. She really didn't have anywhere to go at this point. Rut wasn't answering his phone. Neither was Cybil. Stretched out on the bed, looking up at the cieling, the blonde mulled over the events that had happened so fast within the last while.

Bloody-

Her phone rang. The chorus of Irma Thomas's Breakaway blared out from under her, and she rolled over with a slight sigh, pulling the little instrument out of her back pocket. Text. Her eyes scanned it, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, before her fingers skimmed the keys quickly. can't say no. want me to bring anything besides beer? Send. Maybe her evening was looking up after all.

(AHAHA you do not. Two paragraphs is rambling. B:)
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The bare off-white wall must have been subliminally interesting enough, because it held his absent stare for a good few minutes. Only another short bout of coughing tore his attention away and he reached for the nearly empty bottle of suppressant. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing to drink and it went down slow, but it worked at least marginally. He poured the last of it down his throat and forced it down just as the phone over on the table buzzed around in alert. Tossing the container in the trash and eyes grazing over the response, he walked back over to the couch and collapsed on it lengthwise. He started his response wearing a grin.
‘just you babe that’s all I need’

('The streets were chilled with the promise of fall.'
I read that as "fail" and started laughing. xDDDDDD)


After a few minutes of silence from the phone, the notion that she was already on her way seemed to settle in. He was happy to lay there and pick at his fingernails with his teeth until the still, noiseless room reminded him that the record had finished playing. Long strides carried him off the couch and into the bedroom to switch the player off. By the time the disc has been placed back into its slip cover and arranged back into its designated wooden crate, Masque took notice of the room itself. Not messy, per say, but perhaps disorderly. Taking the suggestion of common courtesy to heart, he gave a halfhearted effort to throw the couple of shirts on the floor into the closet, trash the assorted glass whiskey bottles, and collected a total of eight empty cartons of Luckies off of the desk and side table- the only remaining evidence of a recent chain-smoking binge.
More than once, his mind asked him why on Earth he assumed she'd be seeing his bedroom and therefore felt the need to make it presentable. The thought of this initiated a trace of a laugh on its own.
The sound of the front door opening and her voice calling out put an end to the effort. She was standing in the doorway as he stepped out of the room and back to the open main area.
"Hey," he greeted with a warm smile, not hesitating to give her a close hug, "thanks for coming- I've been bored out of my mind."

(WHEESORRY I was out all day watching 9 and oogling at Robert Doney Jr. on the Holmes posterrrr. Sex. ANYWAY.)


Masque took a reluctant step back as she wriggled out of his arms and speculated as to how everything had been.
"Oh, I'm great. Sixteen ounces of cough syrup a day is a blast."
He remarked cynically, turning back toward the kitchen and clearing his throat. "Thought maybe you'd like an excuse to take a break from your sparkly housemate...." There was a distinct tone of teasing in his voice, and luckily his back was turned otherwise she'd have seen the grin he wore. It was obvious that those two were struggling to get along peacefully as of late. Maybe she needed some more time away- which he was glad to provide. Then again, maybe he should mind his own sorry business.
"You want anything to drink?"

(THE POSTER?? YES. The movie was awesomesauce too. =D)

Standing at the counter, he pulled a glass out of the top cabinet- just one- and smirked broadly at her rehab comment, muttering "Not if I can help it.", whether she could hear him or not. A few cubes of ice were dropped in and amber bourbon poured over top while she expressed her frustration.
"Yeah, well. If you get the urge to kill him, I won't stop ya." He joked lightly, crossing the room and handing her the drink before sitting down in the same manner.
"That might knock you out, by the way, you look dead tired. How was the drive- you didn't rear-end anything, did you?"

(There were many fiery explosions C: )


He stared up at the cracked and water stained ceiling, raising his eyebrows at her comment. Of course she'd drive like a bat out of hell.
"Well, sounds like you had fun." His fingers tugged at his black bandanna before interlocking behind his neck, and he sighed deeply. The shoes propped on the table rocked rhythmically side to side. It felt like the dreadful irritation was finally beginning to leave his chest and throat, which was something to look forward to.
"Oh, the muggings went just fine," he remarked humorously, "but other than that, there isn't much going on here. Just me smoking like a burning house. Tryin' to cut back, though."

(Fffff leave me alone, roomies! D8
Short post is short. :<)


Covering a few coughs with his arm, he decided it was a good idea to get out. It wasn't too terribly late in the evening, and there was nothing going on in the dismal apartment.
"Sure," He managed to say between coughs and coming to a stand, "What'd you have in mind?"

"Sounds good." He said hoarsely, cracking the knuckles in his fingers. He followed her to the door, flipping off the light switch before stepping out into the hallway behind her and pulling the door shut with a certain effort for it to close completely, then locking it.
"You got nothing to worry about, babe."

The hallway was eerily dark and nothing less than shoddy. The wine red carpet bore a collection of questionable stains, and the drywall was dingy and crumbling in some corners. To think people payed to live here.
They came to a pause beside the dented silver doors of the elevator, which must have been an antique at this point. The hopeful, dim glimmer of the up button flickered as they waited in a less-than-comfortable silence.

"Sure," he started, stepping into the elevator, "I could go for a drink- it's already been almost an hour since the last time." The playfulness in his voice was reaffirmed with a teeth-bearing grin. As the elevator began to rumble with movement, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket and leaned again the false wood paneled wall.
Once the doors opened again, they slipped out into the hall and out onto the street. Stepping into the night's brisk air was normally the cue to light one up, but now the desire to prove her wrong seemed much more entertaining.
"I bet you five bucks I can go without smoking 'til tomorrow."

“ I love the country too. Often I feel like I’m there more than at the Theater sometimes. Do you have a favorite spot or area? A landmark maybe..?”
She so wanted to just ask him straightforward, but she wasn’t sure even. She dreaded what his reaction would be if she dared utter those few words. Hello, I’m a deer, and I think you are too. Have you heard of the Endless Forest? It just didn’t really fit in with the rest of the mystery between them.
She chewed on the muffin, finding herself less tense as she listened intently to what he had to say.



OOC//: I uh… yeah, I’ve just been reading what you two have been writing. Then I realized I was supposedly part of the rping too. I’m…easily distrac- HEY A BUNNY!!!!

Oz

Haha, she was testing him. It was a good plan - talk about any of this to a human and you were sure to get some funny looks. God forbid they'd look into anything you said. Still, she was unsure about the feeling she'd had, he could see. It didn't take him long to think up an answer, and, taking a gulp of the hot drink, he responded "There are these two statues out by my place, yeah. Kind of a big deal to the neighborhood. They're real nice. Why?"

Tuna

"Mmm. Good to see you can keep some savings." Eyes focused on the buildings at the end of the street, she smirked at the feeling of the cigarettes dropping into her pocket. An arm hooked around her shoulders and pulled her up against his side in the next instant - caught offguard, she grinned and laughed fleetingly. "You're unusually nice today. Did I miss something?"

(I HAET MY ADJECTIVES. >:| ohlol Jettem no worries, kids raised with the internet have the attention spans of teaspoons. |D)
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...ha.

Numerous thoughts flashed through her head - most of them either coy or extremely obscene - before Tuna could force her smile down to a normal level. "Pff. Where do I start with this." Her mental voice kicked her somewhere near her spleen, however, forcing her to satisfy herself with a small smile that was just the tiniest bit genuine. "Good for you. Finding someone'll take all of five minutes, I'm sure."

(IRONY. IRONY. I LOVE IT.)
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Well, that was certainly unexpected. Her stomach did the expected flipflops a millisecond before she realized what he had said, and she found herself staring at him the next. Despite her wide eyes, however, the corner of her mouth twitched. "Come again?"

No, you idiot, you've been daydreaming about this idiot for months. Say something intelligent, her inner voice quipped. Tuna made a mental note to beat it with a chair later.

"You're serious. I can tell." Her mouth was fighting a smile now. "...Okay. Here goes."

(I HAD TO GET A REFERENCE IN. I JUST HAD TO. okay tralala nightnight C: <3~)
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Oz felt his smile growing as she spoke, rewarded by her whisper. Leaning back with a placid expression, he replied "No kidding. Want to get out of here? We can talk a little more on the street. Got a dog waiting on me, haha."

(SHORTPOST OF FAIL. :C)
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