What it says on the tin. Anon on, tracking off!

[Jack is sitting near a riverbed, legs stretched forward, bare feet just touching the water. He leans back on his hands, face tilted up toward the sky. Someone kneels behind him, braiding his long blonde hair.

Glen Oswald Baskerville, to be exact ( Read more... )

A peacock, a ferret, a raven, and a fox sat down to tea ( Read more... )

[Sup. It's Jack. Or, Jack's head, at least, poking out of a huge pile of leaves. There are leaves stuck in his long, blonde braid.

He is grinning from ear to ear like a crazy person.]I love the smell of fallen leaves, don't you? It's sad they're dead, but at least they're wearing such pretty colors in their repose ( Read more... )

[The fountain is apparently a popular vacation destination for City newbies.

In any case, there is one (1) Jack Vessalius of the beautiful blonde braid perched on the fountain lip, chillin' like a villain (OH SNAP), one gloved hand skimming along the water, back and forth and back and forth, distorting his reflection. It's interesting to have a ( Read more... )