Chromatic Typewriter by Tyree Callahan
OOC: I believe you’re a magnificent work with Jack! CG would be proud. You really caught the character’s soul ^^
[[ Aww, thank you, Aura! [hugs] I really do hope she would approve. ]]
Jack has managed to retain his personality thanks to you. His quirks, knowledge of events, information about him is brought about so well and I can’t help but keep loving him. If anything I have noticed a slight difference in his personality because he seemed to be more irritated with Katelynn in the past versus now. He seems more understanding and nurturing which I like.
[[ Thanks, Anon 🙂 Yeah, I have made Jack a bit more patient with Katelynn than he was in the past. It’s partly because they’ve been apart for so long; right now, he’s just so happy to be back with her that it’s hard for him to get mad about anything. Also, Katelynn has gotten more sensible, and he really wants to encourage that. Glad you like it 😀 ]]
Now taking all honest opinions on how you think I play the character. Anon or Not, I do not care.
When you see two people rping, and they suddenly start using read mores.
THEY’RE GETTIN IT AAAAWWWWWNNNNNNNN
Hey I saw you on tv! With the gallery! Sign my breasts? Oh screw it (kisses his lips) that’s what I really wanted! (pinches his butt) you’re sexy! I’ll be back! (leaves)
[What happens to Jack can best be described as a living version of the Blue Screen of Death. Or Blue-With-A-Purple-Blush, in this case.]
… Th-th-thanks?
Saw katelynn kissing Harrison crap.
… Wh-why should I believe you, Anon?
You have a lot of trust in your fiancee huh?
Y-yes, I do. [Trying to sound confident] I know she’s kept things from me in the past, but even then, it was never things like that. And she doesn’t hide things anymore. She’s gotten better.
your fiancee is dead I killed her!
[Gulps] I kn-know you’re lying, Anon, so stop it. [But he calls to check on Katelynn anyway.]
If you found a strange woman naked on your bed, what would you do?
F-find out how she got there, and try and help her home safely. [Pauses] And g-get her some clothes.
Jack Maple 