Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2018 23:34:34 GMT -6
It is said that people of great talent are drawn to one another. Be it fate, a spiritual connection, society, or how our minds simply work, the visibly talented are bound to meet or hear one another. This is probably why Jyrell has great cast of performers in his show. Jyrell has ears farther than his own too. Although Jyrell's odd habits and less than reputable motives and actions, he is a very charismatic person who knows where to get the greatest gossip. This leads him to be one of the first to hear about rising action.
This past month, however, it seems that either the Republic City is being less introspective or all of the stars have died out. Jyrell has been having a hard time reaching great and unique talents. It seems that all he hears nowadays are politics. He swears to the spirits that if he hears one more thing about the RCPD taking sides instead of dealing unbiased justice, he'll be making sure that there will be darker, burnt, rumors about them. Frustration, however, wasn't what he was feeling. It was more of an excited decision. It seems that the thought of making those 'burnt rumors' has generated quite a buzz in his mind.
"Wouldn't that be fun?"
A few hours after the nights show, Jyrell slips into Lemurland. The jazzy music fills his ears as he approaches the counter. Jyrell is a regular here. That fact would be obvious to observant individuals given that most have grown accustomed to the celebrity walking in and out of this place and how he interacts with them. Jyrell is uncharacteristically less particular of his image if you scan him. Although Jyrell never really did care about his reputation, only being as extroverted as he is when he is in the circus for the circus itself, his master, and to attract interesting people, he seems to be far more relaxed here. His perfect posture seems to be less maintained, his walking is noticeably less contained, and his shoulders are pulling his height down a little. When he finally reaches the counter, a man near the jukebox tips his hat at him in greeting. Jyrell, with a playful smile, tips his back.
He sits down at the table and rubs himself into the seat for a few seconds while waiting for the bartender. After ordering his drink, he waits. Jyrell, in spite of his eccentricities, is a patient person. What is he waiting for? Something, that is all he knows. He hopes that this something is interesting.
This past month, however, it seems that either the Republic City is being less introspective or all of the stars have died out. Jyrell has been having a hard time reaching great and unique talents. It seems that all he hears nowadays are politics. He swears to the spirits that if he hears one more thing about the RCPD taking sides instead of dealing unbiased justice, he'll be making sure that there will be darker, burnt, rumors about them. Frustration, however, wasn't what he was feeling. It was more of an excited decision. It seems that the thought of making those 'burnt rumors' has generated quite a buzz in his mind.
"Wouldn't that be fun?"
A few hours after the nights show, Jyrell slips into Lemurland. The jazzy music fills his ears as he approaches the counter. Jyrell is a regular here. That fact would be obvious to observant individuals given that most have grown accustomed to the celebrity walking in and out of this place and how he interacts with them. Jyrell is uncharacteristically less particular of his image if you scan him. Although Jyrell never really did care about his reputation, only being as extroverted as he is when he is in the circus for the circus itself, his master, and to attract interesting people, he seems to be far more relaxed here. His perfect posture seems to be less maintained, his walking is noticeably less contained, and his shoulders are pulling his height down a little. When he finally reaches the counter, a man near the jukebox tips his hat at him in greeting. Jyrell, with a playful smile, tips his back.
He sits down at the table and rubs himself into the seat for a few seconds while waiting for the bartender. After ordering his drink, he waits. Jyrell, in spite of his eccentricities, is a patient person. What is he waiting for? Something, that is all he knows. He hopes that this something is interesting.