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  Character:
      Jesse_Kamokazi, Marcus_Kamokazi, Vlad_Kamokazi, Donnie_Kamokazi, Jackson
      Bane, Felix_Beauquette, Bachelor_Beauquette, Antoinette_Beauquette,
      Zephyr_Valentine, Koby_Taylor, Blaine_Sebastian, Meino_Engel, Kane
      Winston, Trent_Alexandrov, Deklynd_Eriksen, Reese_White, Flynn_Winston,
      Justin_Hunter, Trevor_Hunter, Zach_White, Jave_Crown, Alexander
      Abercrombie, Boone_Abercrombie, Blakely_Abercrombie, Daxton_West, Jasper
      West, Daniel_Beauquette, Reader, Georgie_Greyson
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      Published: 2016-03-21 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3801
****** The Jasper City Series ******
by Jesse_Kamokazi
Summary
     You've just moved into the city of Jasper and you're looking for a
     job to make some cash until you find your calling. Of course, you
     never expected to walk into the only place that the strangest people
     meet up.
Notes
     I'm going to defuse something really quickly before I start because
     I'm worried I might offend someone with this writing as it's happened
     before and I don't like upsetting people.
     A LOT OF THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING OR OFFENSIVE. PLEASE BE WARNED ABOUT
     ACTIVE OR REFERENCED: Pedophilia, drug abuse, heavy drinking,
     underage sex/drinking/drugs, murder, rape/non-con, abusive
     relationships, molesting, abusive parents, self harm, self hate,
     suicide, physical disorders, mental disorders, phobias, and lots of
     rage/blame that may hurt some hearts.
     NOTE: All situations in this are very possibly over dramatic,
     unrealistic, and made to be mildly comical, but much of this stuff
     happens in real life and IT IS NOT A JOKE. I do take all of the
     situations I write about seriously even though I write so freely
     about them. I tend to write over-dramatically violent things a lot,
     and I hope everyone realizes that I do not think these are jokes. <3
     Anyone who is suffering from past or present issues please see help
     because I love you all dearly.
     Now, onto the story!
See the end of the work for more notes
You never thought you’d ever find someone who liked cats so much. Your morning
had started off normal. The skies were a misty grey, but the air was clear and
cool. It seemed to be that way most of the time here in your new home. Just
recently you had gotten enough money saved up for a decent apartment in the
city, a place you’d wanted to see and experience since you were a child.
You grew up in a small town seventy miles off of the edges of the city of
Jasper; it was more commonly called Jasper City. It was to the west of the
great city on the east coast, cradled in the nest of a valley. It was quite
peaceful there, with little to bother you other than the occasional upset in
political drama. Who was to be mayor, who was on the counsel and likewise. It
was a suffocating place, though. The adults who managed to get political
positions had taken over and done what they wanted with the place. They had
such an influence in the town that they always got voted in each year the
voting booths got put up. It was awfully monotonous.
You’d always dreamed of coming up to the city and finding your calling in life,
though you weren’t sure what it was going to be yet. You once thought you’d be
good with animals, as cats and dogs always took to you like family, but you
weren’t interested in any open jobs that had to do with animals. Then you’d
wondered if you could be a writer, but you could never sit still long enough to
write more than a chapter, let alone edit it when you were done. It was a
struggle, but you had decided if anything you’d get a fast food job to support
yourself while you figured it all out.
And that’s exactly what your plans were as you wandered through the paved
sidewalk maze among the tall buildings. You noticed many alleys and lots of
strange building placement, almost as if some natural disaster had torn
buildings up and they had cleared the rubble and awkwardly put together some
more buildings. You’d even grown curious enough to try and follow some of the
alleys. Through one city block the alleys seemed like a maze. They wove between
the buildings and there was even some open little spaces where people had
shoved blankets and mattresses to sleep on. That was only mildly upsetting. On
the ride here you’d tried to numb yourself to the realization that you would
indeed see many hardships.
So you pushed your way back onto the streets and continued walking. You
wandered aimlessly until the ground started sloping down and your eyes were hit
with the brightness of christmas lights and random lamps and chinese lanterns.
People had stands set up and the smell of food was everywhere. It almost looked
like the farmers market back home, but it was strangely enchanting. Down the
market you began to walk, looking over home-made bracelets and tipping a
quarter or two into some people’s hats as they played guitar, drums, or danced.
As you continued, you began to notice some colorful people. Very colorful, it
seemed. A man with black clothes and long hair draped to the side of his head,
teal in color, was walking with a scared looking girl with black hair but
vibrant clothing. At one of the stands was a young man selling homemade
candies. He had pale blue hair and colorful tattoos all down his neck and arms.
To his side was a little kid, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, staring
blankly at the ground playing a violin. The kid had equally blue, if not
brighter blue, hair.
You decided to buy a chocolate lollipop from the guy, who gave you a bright
grin and spoke in an enthusiastic irish accent, though his eyes seemed to be
elsewhere, though you didn’t know where. You paid and gave the young man a tip.
At the sound of your coins hitting the others in his violin case, he smiled
towards you, and you went on your way.
You came to decide once and for all that the three blocks of marketplace was
indeed enchanting, though as it came to an end you found yourself in the
downtown area of Jasper. It all looked quite nice, but you could tell that it
wasn’t the nice residential. There were many apartments with people shaking
rugs out and lots of yelling from one especially. There were various girls on
the corner in front of one of the drug stores in skimpy clothing, and a couple
boys it appeared. And just in front of you was a quaint little cafe that seemed
rather busy.
And that was exactly what you needed. It would make for good money if it were
busy enough, so you decided to go in and see if they were hiring. You pushed
into the doors and started for the formed line. It smelled like coffee heaven,
but you refused to buy something for the sake of seeming professional. As you
waited, you decided to stare around, catching sight of a strange pair to your
right, an awkward looking boy just in front of you, and just entering the cafe
was a darkly dressed man with nervous eyes and an unstable gate.
To your right was a group of two sitting across from each other in a booth. One
had an empty cup of coffee and a full cup, and looked hardly happy to be there.
He was a large man with blonde hair and stiff shoulders. The other was an
extremely small looking man with a green beanie and blonde hair. He was
extremely annoyed at the other, it appeared, and had three empty cups around
him and a plate of multiple kinds of unfinished bagels as if he only wanted to
sample them.
In front of you, the nervous blonde boy with a christmas sweater, though it was
around halloween. He was shifting from one foot to another and kept fumbling
with his sleeves. He had a crumpled ten in his hand and his jeans were ripped
all down one side. When he stepped up to order, he stuttered so hard you hardly
managed to get his british accent. He ordered five coffees, paid, and quickly
left. The man behind you and the two to the side seemed to notice him and try
to wave but the blonde had already gone.
You stepped up to the counter just after the boy had left and smiled at the one
over the counter. Time to shine, you encouraged yourself with a deep breath.
“Hello, I was wondering if you guys were hiring?” You smiled across the counter
and the young man taking your order, or who was ready to, stared at you
unhappily. You began to wonder what was wrong, when you suddenly heard the man
behind you, the one dressed in black and white, turn. When you glanced back to
see what had gone on, you noticed him nearly running through the slow moving
traffic across the street, looking jumpy. The two to your right got up as well,
and left, taking their remaining food with them.
Confused, you looked to the person over the counter, who didn’t seem to care at
all. “You must be new,” he said with a sigh, shaking his head. “Fine, here.” He
shuffled under the counter and passed an application over to you. “Fill this
out and hand it in. I’ll get it to the manager and he’ll either call or come
out immediately. We’re low on working hands.”
The entire situation was only mildly strange, and you marked it up to simply
being in the city. That was all it could be, right? Either way, you took the
application and pulled a pen from your back pocket before taking a booth and
beginning to scribble down your information. It didn’t take more than ten
minutes, but the customers seemed to finish and switch out by then. When you
looked up, a tall man with a leash and a collar in one hand and money in the
other was ordering, so you had to wait behind him.
He’d waited for his order and spent his time staring you up and down, which
made you extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. It was like he was trying to
make you squirm, which was all the more unnerving. You were glad when he took
his coffee to go and left.
You passed your application over and the man across the counter took it and
left in silence, being replaced by the girl who had made all the coffee while
the other took orders. She smiled sadly at you and you stepped out of the way
for a guy in a suit and tie with a briefcase and tired eyes. He ordered
straight black and sat down in a booth. By that time the boy was coming back
with a portly man, and they motioned you back behind the counter into his
office.
“So ____,” the man said, “What makes you want to work here?” As he sat at his
desk with bills and orders covering it in a completely disorganized fashion.
You stood awkwardly on the other side until he motioned for you to sit.
As you did, you paused to think, and decided to go with the truth. “I just
moved here, in the city, and I’m looking for a job to support myself until I
find my calling. I noticed that it was busy here, I thought it’d be a good
place to start looking.” You stared him in the eye, feeling nerves pull at your
stomach. The city was big, and there were many places you’d be able to work,
but interviews were always hard on you. It was hard when you were back home and
your family friend had interviewed you.
“Well, then you start now. My boy needs a break from this place,” he said,
motioning to a pile of folded uniform vests. “His name is Liam, and he’ll be
teaching you how to use the machines out there, and everything that you can
expect from the customers. I hope you have strong will, _____. You’ll need it.”
And with that, he went to his paperwork, and you were left to your own.
As applied, you went to pick out a vest that fit you decent enough and didn’t
stretch over your chest too noticeably. Not that they were always in the way,
but you still didn’t want people staring. Once you were properly uniformed, you
walked back out behind the counter and Liam, the boy who had served you, gave
that same sad smile.
“Alright, grasshopper, here’s what’s up. Tori here is still perfecting the
machines, so she’ll be here to work them on your shift. You’ll be taking my
morning shift from five to ten.” He must have seen the shocked look on your
face because he held up a hand and then continued. “That’s five hours, and
don’t complain if it’s long because I’m here almost all day some days. We don’t
have many employees and you’ll find out why soon enough, now do you know how to
run a cash register?”
You nod and he continues to explain what all of the menu items are, motioning
up to the black boards they were written on. As you continue talking, some
customers come in and he tells them to wait kindly a moment without looking.
“Now here’s where we really need you to be brave,” he said, his voice lowering
nervously. “Do you know of the crime here in Jasper City?” You shake your head,
staring at him wide eyed. “Well, the police force are awful here, an-”
“I’m sorry,” spoke a voice strangely silky for it’s higher pitch. You could see
Liam’s face turn ghost white and he quickly nudged you out of the way and
turned on the customer. You could hear him stammering nervously to the guy, and
Tori was working hard behind you like her life was on the line.
“Sir, I-I’m sorry I’ll have your coffee in a minute,” Liam sputtered. You were
straightened up at this point, staring over the cash register at a man who was
leaning on the counter, one hand out of sight while the other gripped Liam’s
arm so hard you swore it would bruise. The man himself had dark black hair that
was covering his face, and you began to wonder who the hell this guy thought he
was. He had fair skin with many scars along his arms, but not the kind that
appeared self inflicted. They almost looked like gang fight wounds, but you
weren’t sure if Jasper City even had gangs.
You thought back to Liam’s conversation and how he’d gone into crime, but how
could someone so thin and lanky be so threatening or a criminal at all? Behind
the man stood a brown haired male with a bandanna over his face and sunglasses
over his eyes, who was staring dead straight at the cash register, not even
noticing you or Liam. “No, no,” came that sickly voice again, and then a
deranged giggle. “I want to see her,” you saw a silver shine flicker across
Liam’s chin and pointed at you. Only then did you realize it was a blade.
A thousand flames caught in your chest, and panic started to gather in your
gut. You didn’t want Liam hurt for your sake. Despite his refusal, you nudged
him gently out of the way and stood in his place, staring straight into the
face of the strange man who now held you at knife point. You began to get a
better look at his face. Pale lips and a strong nose were all that you could
make out under all of the jet black hair. It looked greasy, and was a slightly
tangled mess. His teeth looked perfect in the front, but there was a strange
red tint to them, and in the back they looked mangled like he chewed glass for
fun.
He looked horribly thin, with a narrow chin and a glass jaw appearance. He had
a long neck with broad but skinny shoulders that had a red shirt hung off of it
like it was ten sizes too big. He was hunched over so he could lean on the
counter and it looked mildly uncomfortable. “Oh, she’s a feisty one,” he
chuckled, flicking a tongue out over his teeth and standing up. His height was
impressive if not terrifying, but he looked crooked like he had some sort of
growth disease that hurt his back. You couldn’t help but immediately feel
sympathy just because you didn’t want to find out that all those who were ill
went to crime because the medical field in this area was bad.
“Out from behind the counter,” the tall man grumbled, and you swallowed hard at
the shock of the cold blade at your neck. The surprising control he had with
the skinning knife was horrific, but you did as he said and stepped out of the
little area just as you saw Tori’s hand set the coffee down, steaming and
potent.
This guy’s pants were much the same as his shirt, held close to his narrow hips
with a torn up leather belt because they were much too baggy. He seemed pretty
patient, like he wasn’t worried that there would be any alarm pulled or
anything. Come to think of it, you hadn’t even seen an alarm behind the
counter. He even seemed to take his attention off of you to grin and take the
coffee with glee.
The brown haired man behind him was suddenly counting cash, and you were
shocked to see that he had somehow managed to open the cash register without
you noticing. You could hardly tell if Liam and Tori even cared.
“Out.” The demand made you jump and you almost skewered yourself on his blade.
He put one large hand on your shoulder and shoved you towards the building with
surprising force. Without much of a choice, you glanced back at the sad gaze of
Liam and Tori before you were lead outside onto the streets. The previously
busy cafe and sidewalk were empty, and the cars were moving impatiently with
drivers’ eyes glancing at you and the two men behind you.
“Hold on.” The warning came too late. A blow was struck to your stomach so hard
your breath collapsed from your lungs. Desperate to not be dropped as you were
launched forwards, you clawed into the tall man’s arm and suddenly felt
everything stop. A loud bang echoed around you and you glanced down to see
yourself dangling two feet off the ground, on top of a car. And then it was
nothing but air as he leaped onto the roof of another car, then another.
Finally the sidewalk met you and you heard the screaming stop, only to find out
that it was you.
The laughter didn’t end, however. The man holding you looked elated to cause
you such fear. He dragged you, more or less potato sacked you over his
shoulder, into the alley before you. The next thing you knew, you were dropped
onto a pile of old pillows that smelled of a strange musk. It was a mix between
perfume, peppermint, and a very pleasant pine tree scent. Your eyes lifted in
silence to stare at the man who now stood high above you, but his face was
turned away, looking off to the left.
With a moment free, you took a look around, noticing that the streets were no-
where to be seen. The only open thing in the maze that the man seemed to have
memorized was the open sky. Your nerves began to grow as he stared down at you
before turning and disappearing around another corner. He wasn’t gone for long,
because he quickly came back with a wide grin on his face, and...cats?
Confusion struck you hard as he came back with nearly five cats all over his
arms and shoulders. One of them sat upon his mess of hair, while one draped
along one shoulder onto the other. Three sat in his arms with ease. He knelt
down just in front of you, and four of them sprinted off to come and sniff your
legs and feet, looking curious, while the last stayed upon his shoulders, and
he frowned.
“Come on, Red, go see…” Curiosity still peaked, you reached on hand out
nervously, remembering that animals thought open palms were more offensive than
fists. The cat over this man’s shoulders was a fat, battle scarred red tabby.
It was a she, as her fatness was because she was pregnant, not overfed, and she
had untrustworthy yellow eyes. However, she was captured in the adventure that
was sniffing your hand, so she leaned forwards only slightly. Even the man
seemed to hold his breath.
Finally, she leaned back with a now neutral look on her face, and the man
jumped up so carefully he nearly floated. He cheered with a grin before
flopping himself just next to you on the pile. His face was inches from yours,
and you tried to ignore the weird smell coming off of him of blood, coffee and
smoke. “I’m Jesse,” he said with a wide grin spread across his face.
Of course, the smile was only mildly unsettling, so with a gentle extension of
your hand to shake his you spoke with caution. “I’m ____…” He slapped your hand
away with a snort, looking over you so intently it made you nervous. If he felt
like doing anything to you, at this point, you didn’t think you could stop him.
He was strong enough to hold five cats, you, and jump across traffic, not to
mention he was much bigger than you were.
Of course, he immediately went to caring for the pregnant cat on his shoulders,
pulling her off and onto his lap with a happy, content hum. “I heard you were
new to the city,” he murmured, staring up at the sky with a happy sigh that was
really kind of cute.
“Yeah,” you agreed, frowning at your lap as one of the smaller cats leaped up
onto your knees. “But...how did you know that? I only told the manager of that
coffee place.” You turned your eyes to him and he returned it with his own
invisible eyes. It was weird, but you could still feel him looking at you.
Obviously he was amused. He was giving a charming half grin as he spoke again,
“Nobody who’s grown up in this city ever willingly walks out with me. You
haven’t heard of me, have you? You’re not from around here at all...I’m Jesse.
Jesse Kamokazi.”
Oh. Your blood ran cold as you realized what was going on. You’d heard some
news from this city about Jesse Kamokazi. Only the fact that he was a murderer
of multiple people. You’d seen news reports of him leaping across buildings
like batman and swinging through alleys like he was the Tarzan of Jasper City.
Of course, you had hardly thought about it, but now that he was right in front
of you...Well you could hardly believe it. Jesse Kamokazi, right in front of
you like he was your best friend. A supposed cannibal and a murderer, a lover
of cats and coffee. What the absolute fuckery.
Jesse seemed amused at your confusion, “Too late, you’re my friend! Red likes
you, and I like you, and you work at Gold Brew so I can take coffee even more
whenever I like,” he gasped so hard you felt like he was going to hurt that
crooked rib cage of his. “I have to introduce you to all of my friends.
Antoinette will be thrilled we have another girl in the group! So will lots of
the guys, but just slap them. You’re gonna have to get tough, kid.” His
baseball mitt hand hit you over the back and you wheezed forwards, looking
dazed as he laughed happily and continued to pet the cat on his lap. “I’ll come
pick you up tomorrow at five at the Gold Brew! Don’t be late,” he said with the
excitement of a child before picking up Red and disappearing around a corner
once more, leaving you on the pile of pillows with a cat in your lap.
Well what the absolute hell...you guessed you had protection now in this big
city. Who knew your first couple days here would be so eventful.
End Notes
     Well welcome to the Jasper City Series, for lack of a better title.
     This is going to be the first in a line of meeting my original
     characters, starting with the center of it all! Get ready to meet the
     inside working of my mind.
     Jasper City is not a real place. It is based on the east coast of
     America but is not an actual city. None of these characters are real
     people, and none of the situations are supposed to be fully
     realistic. Please do not steal any of my characters <3 I love them
     all too dearly.
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