Okay, sho. Taylor's all like '*grins* i are roleplay with de askteriks. yarly.' and I'm like 'kthbai. tha's gay homo '

So's imma show her how I roleplay. mkay. with some of de Jack Spicerrrr-ness. haha.

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Jack:  *grins and waves* Hey losers.

Omi: Jack Spicer!

A grin flitted onto Jack's pale face, the light casting itself over porcelain cheeks to accentuate his light complexion. He lifted a single hand to flick it to in fro in a half-hearted wave, the other hand on his hip while his heli-pack whirred monotonously in the background. "Hey, losers." He called out to the group of teens standing scattered on the grass below where he hovered over twenty feet in the air, his airborne body held up by the strength of his heli-pack.

 The smallest monk lifted an accusing finger to point at the red-haired teen. "Jack Spicer!" The boy called out, as if a single utterance of the teen's name could hold paragraphs of menacing words. Jack curled his upper lip into a sneer, the flaps of his trenchcoat whipping about his head and shoulders from the force of wind generated by the heli-pack.

yeah. what what.