#coreyjensen

[jdxculpepper]

"Jingles?" JD chuckled as he watched the dog. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt even the stirring of joy, but animals had a way of making even the grumpiest person feel happy, if even for a moment. He was proof of that. "How'd he come by that name," he asked. He'd met a lot of dogs, and heard names that ran the gamut from typical to unique, but this was the first time he'd met a dog named Jingles. "Was he born at Christmastime or something?"

"Looks like he appreciates being able to come out anyway." JD didn't know this person, but they were suddenly all right in his book. Anyone who took the time out of their day to care for an animal, especially an animal that wasn't theirs, was a good person in his opinion. "Nope. I don't own any animals myself, but I've met enough of them, especially hiking out here. Most dogs are all the same," he replied as he continued to scratch behind Jingles' ears, "good boys at heart."

"Mine?" Corey scoffed, letting out a low chuckle and shaking their head. "No, he ain't mine. He's an asshole." But Corey said the words affectionately. "C'mere Jingles, you little jerk," Corey cooed, crouching a little to try and coax him over, but he seemed way more interested in his new, mountain-man friend. "See? Asshole." Corey had a leash. They kept it on him when they were walking in more populated areas, places with traffic, or when there was someone else around and they wanted to be polite. They'd just been a little slow on the uptake this time.

"Naw, he's a sweet guy. He probably just smelled you coming and wanted to make a new friend. He belongs to my neighbor, though. They just couldn't get him out today." Corey hadn't seen any signs saying it was the law to have a leash, which was just as well, 'cause they would've hated arguing with Samantha - Jingle's owner - why she should pay that fine even though they had been the one to take the leash off. "You got a dog?" Corey asked. "You seem good with him."

[fayeblackburn]

starter for @coreyjensen

based on Little Songs

at The Silver Saddle

When it came to the music industry, Faye was something of half in it, but mostly out of it. She wrote what she wanted, she sung when she wanted. The truth was she loved them little cutting all her life. It's a high dollar habit that she financed by building songs. The songs were a means to the horses now, and while she had a unique and talented voice, and even more talented eye for songs, that was on the back burner. The little cutting horses were all scattered down the highway now, as were some of her dreams, and instead she found herself a bit... bitter. Maybe lost. Maybe something.

A familiar face caught her. Another local musician that was in the scene — Corey Jensen — came into view. She didn't know how involved Corey was with Tripp. Tripp had been the local face for the snake that was an Obsidian Holdings owned "local" record label. Him and his studio disappeared in a blaze of fire some years ago. It ended up not mattering because Obsidian still managed to buy her masters. Granted, she got around that by re-recording all her music. Now, Faye did know that Corey was a regular musician over at the Glass Cactus, which was also Obsidian owned. Faye offered a wave and a nod of greeting to Corey. She was nothing if not polite. "How's the ol' tunes over at the Glass Cactus?"

[wynnology]

closed starter for @coreyjensen

when: Present

where: The Glass Cactus

Wynn recalls when this nightclub used to be a dive bar called Brass Buckles. It feels like ages ago, but the memories of hunting down her dad all over Paxton, whenever he went MIA after his latest gambling loss or win– as infrequent as those were. Brass Buckles, and a few other hole-in-wall locations were her father's usual haunts. Wynn was surprised when she returned 3 years ago to find an all new establishment where it once stood. A win in her books. What better way to crush terrible memories than tearing down the establishments that hold them?

There were some familiar old faces, and a bunch of new faces in Paxton that came along with the boom in business and tourism. Corey's face was one of the former. Quite a few nights Wynn found herself at The Glass Cactus ready to destress, turn off her brain, and have a fun night. Part of that included taking in the live performances. Corey captained the stage tonight, which she thoroughly enjoyed, and hung around to celebrate that fact. Clapping as she greeted them, Wynn beamed. "Hey superstar! Great performance tonight."

[paxtonrp]

COREY JENSEN (E.R. Fightmaster) is looking for their ESTRANGED FAMILY MEMBERS. You NEED TO contact Riley @coreyjensen before applying for this connection. To find out more about this connection please click below:

CONNECTION BASICS

Suggested Name: UTP (Surname would not be Jensen)

Age Range: 28+

Suggested Faceclaims: Emma D'Arcy, Laura Harrier, Bill Skarsgard, UTP

Connection Dynamic: Estranged Family Members

CONNECTION DETAILS/BACKGROUND

Corey was raised by their mother, Angela Jensen.

Their father wasn’t in the picture, and Angela’s family disowned her for keeping the baby out of wedlock.

This connection is for any estranged family either through Corey’s biological father or their mother’s side of the family.

They could be half-siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. They could be prompted to seek out contact with Corey following Angela’s passing, or the timing could simply be coincidental.

THE FOLLOWING DETAILS ARE NOT FLEXIBLE FOR THIS CONNECTION:

The details are very much open and we can iron them out together as needed.

[oxbowridgehq]

MEMBERS PLEASE FOLLOW

@bethany-walker

@coreyjensen

@myriam-moussa

@tiemyheartdown

@gvnshy

@ofnuminous

@byrneliam

@logxnwxlker

@raisehcll

@lawunabiding

@beatriz-salas

@olivia-walker

@whiskeyxdaydream

@theodore-salazar

[geekbroll]

That time a young Michael B. Jordan played a Client on Burn Notice.  . . Burn Notice S02E11 Hot Spot - January 29 2009 Michael B. Jordan as Corey Jensen . . . . #michaelbjordan #burnnotice #CoreyJensen #hotspot #primevideo #peacocktv #peacock #redtails #usanetwork #blackpanther #MichaelIrvin #MichaelJIrvin #playmaker #MichaelJeromeIrvin #StickyFingaz #DallasCowboys #NFL #football #JeffreyDonovan #MichaelWeston #BruceCampbell #SharonGless #SamAxe #ErikKillmonger #KirkStickyFingazJones #Killmonger #MadelineWesten #mcu (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCayCf_BdnK/?igshid=1r0cerqsye8wh

[oxbowridgehq]

COREY JENSEN our E.R. FIGHTMASTER is looking for their ESTRANGED FAMILY MEMBERS. They are aged 30+ and looks like UTP (anyone who could be related to E.R.). They are currently OPEN and the writer NEEDS to be contacted. ( @coreyjensen )

Corey was raised by their mother, Angela Jensen. Their father wasn't in the picture, and Angela's family disowned her for keeping the baby out of wedlock. This connection is for any estranged family either through Corey's biological father or their mother's side of the family. They could be half-siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. They could be prompted to seek out contact with Corey following Angela's passing, or the timing could simply be coincidental.  The details are very much open and we can iron them out together as needed. 

[jdxculpepper]

Every day, JD found himself grateful for his job. He simply could not imagine spending day in and day out amongst the hustle and bustle of the city. Though it was farfetched, the very idea of a desk job caused a shiver to run down his spine. In truth, JD was well aware that, had it not been for the Fish and Wildlife department, he would have likely spent the rest of his life in a more readily available job. Ranching wasn't a bad way to spend your life -- it was necessary -- and while JD had done it for some time, it simply wasn't him. Being out here, doing this job -- that brought him peace, and JD was grateful for it.

This time of year, the trails were usually quiet, but still JD made his daily rounds. One could never be sure what would be found out there. He'd just rounded the bend when a dog bounded over. JD waited a few moments, watching for the creature's owner, before bending to scratch behind the dog's ear. "He yours," he asked as the person, whom he could only hope was the owner, approached. The dog seemed to be well enough behaved if just a bit excitable, but JD couldn't blame him. If he had to spend hours cooped up, he too would be overly excited about the idea of stretching his legs. At the question, JD shook his head. "No citation. Leashes are preferred, but if you're going to have him off leash, try to keep him in your sights. We try to keep it safe out here, but you never know what could happen." There were so many ways a domestic pet could find themself injured -- wild animals, falling, exposed roots.

Starter For: @jdxculpepper Location: The Outlook

Compared to some of the folks in Paxton, Corey wasn't a huge 'outdoor person', but they did enjoy going on a nice walk sometimes. The passtime had become more frequent when they'd developed an interest in birding. Probably a pretty nerdy hobby for a 'rock star' (term beng applied as loosely as humanly possible), but Corey liked the peaceful nature of it. It was sorely needed sometimes in the noise of their life.

Their walk today, however, was a little less peaceful than usual, and their companion today wasn't exactly being helpful. Corey's binoculars had been left in the harness around their chest for the last few miles. "Jingles, god damnit, can you get back here?" Who the hell named a dog Jingles, anyway? Apparently it was because he had been born around Christmas. The creature probably should've been on a farm or ranch, but had found himself living with Corey's neighbor who'd been recovering from surgery and struggling to walk him. Since Corey was heading out to the trails anyway, they'd offered to help out.

The Aussie had probably got too much pent up energy, so Corey couldn't hold it against him that he was wagging his crazy little tail and running off down the trail. Corey exhaled, speeding up to follow him. They turned a bend, only to run into a uniformed man who had bent down to pet the creature. "Uh, hey," Corey nodded. "You ain't gonna give me a fine for him not being on a leash, are you? Dude's gotta stretch his legs."