<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York, NY<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark | Grace<br/><br/><hr/><br/>JJ watched as Grace strode away, still a little astonished at what had just taken place.  Whatever it was, it was good.  His date with Grace had been a disaster, true, but it had been the only low point in the Villa for him.  Even the revelation of his secret hadn’t bothered him… but making enemies on his first full day on the island did.  If he was going to make it to the end… if he was going to win… he needed friends.  Or at least a scarcity of enemies.  Burying the hatchet with the only potential enemy he had could only bode well.<br/><br/>He found himself happy for Mark, though, too.  JJ didn’t consider himself a particularly empathetic guy, but he did want to see the dude succeed.  He’d had a rough go the first couple of days, but didn’t seem like a bad guy.  In fact, he kind of reminded JJ of the wide-eyed emigrees from middle America who were constantly flowing into the City.  They came in, completely unprepared for the pressure cooker.  Most of them wilted and ran, completely overwhelmed.  Others stayed and slowly went crazy.<br/><br/>But there were some that stayed and let the crucible of living in the largest, busiest city in the country burn away the extraneous bullshit and forge them into something different… something harder and sharper.  It wasn’t necessarily a good thing, JJ supposed, but people didn’t come to New York City to find zen.  Mark reminded him of those folks.<br/><br/>It was neither here nor there.  Mark would find his way here or he wouldn’t.  That JJ hoped he would was a testament to how screwy things in here were.  It usually took him months to give a shit about anyone new in his life.  Here?  Hours.  What the fuck?<br/><br/>But he did care, as weird as that felt to him.  So when Grace made it to the kitchen and handed Delaney the last cupcake, he turned to Mark with a bemused smile.<br/><br/><strong>“So… that was some shit.”</strong><br/><br/>Remembering the cupcake he laughed and shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>“No pun intended.”<br/></strong><br/>He picked up the cupcake, unwrapped it and took an oversized bite of it.  Tilting his head to one side, he chewed for a while and nodded appreciatively, until it he’d swallowed it down.<br/><br/><strong>“Well… I was right.  Didn’t taste like shit at all. You cool, man?”</strong><br/><br/><br/>