#jaredx

[luckylewis]

closed for: @jaredx

where: surf's up

A weekday off when he didn't have his daughter meant Lucky had time to fill with other things and one of his favorite things to do was bother his friends when he knew they couldn't escape him.

Today's chosen target was Jared in his place of business.

"If they do another one of those masquerades at New Years I tragically won't be able to be your date to it," He tells him as he browses puka necklaces. Lucky was a boy's boy through and through but he had acquired a permanent date in the year that had passed and he was looking forward to ringing in the New Year with her, "You got any benchwarmers you can call up in that scenario? Maybe someone specific that springs to mind. So something can bloom and perhaps... Blossom."

[francisxgarcia]

Continued from here @jaredx

Francis glances towards the statutes, not their favorite but they could see the appeal, there was something about the shapes that they came to life, they always wondered about the process of how it had been made.

" In your time?" Fran turns their attention back at the other, holding themselves back as they look them over." Why are you talking like you're old and done for?" They tilt their head to the side." I'll pass on the appealing subject, I'm sure that you can make another artist happy."

[keolalagaaia]

closed for: @jaredx

where: surf's up

While Keo appreciated his brother letting him crash on his couch for the brief spell he found himself van-less (and technically homeless), the surplus of time spent with him made it abundantly clear to him that he didn't seem good.

Sat on the cash register counter at his Surf Shop, Keo's not sure what the best way was to broach asking him about it until Breakeven by The Script played for the third time in the space of forty minutes.

"Is this a playlist? It's a little on the depressing side."

[lucydriscoll]

"That's a strong claim to make." Lucy grins, knowing very well her having two left feet would be something that would take more than one afternoon to rectify. "You're kidding me. You watched Kissing Booth? You're such a softy, Jared!" She teases, lightly, however in no uncertain terms did Lucy ever see such an confession coming.

— @jaredx

"Don't worry, Luce. When we're done, by the end of the day, I'll have you becoming a professional dancer. We can enter those competitions, like in that film... what is it." He clicked his fingers, as he tried to conjure up the name of the movie. "The Kissing Booth!" He grinned. "Not that I've ever watched that film. Just, you know, some clips..." He said, obviously lying. He couldn't pass up a cheesy rom-com.

@lucydriscoll

[clint-bennet]

Text Starter: Closed @jaredx Clint: So that renaissance thing Clint: Do you actually have to dress up? Clint: Or can I just... not?

[ithinkitscami]

Cami 📲 Jared

Camille: hi :) Camille: hope your week is going well. Camille: what have you been up to? @jaredx

[luckylewis]

for: @jaredx

where: the pumpkin patch

"You don't have an eye for pumpkins by any chance, do you?" Lucky found himself asking the owner of Surf's Up who he had spotted while he was perusing potential pumpkins to take home with him to carve with his daughter. It was supposed to be a simple task, but as per usual, he found himself slightly overwhelmed by the abundance of choice that came with so many variations of sizes.

[ninaxgray]

Nina shoots a narrow glance over at Jared, "...You're a terrible liar." For a moment she considers it, she hadn't unloaded her feelings to anyone, and Jared seemed like the most viable person to do so with. Understanding of the situation, yet still far removed enough to not get as emotional as their other brother had. "She tried calling for, like, a week. Then it's just crickets. I don't wanna talk to her, but I'm mildly insulted that she stopped trying. She's the one that needs to fix things."

— @jaredx

"I am not!" Jared insisted, although it was exactly what he had been doing. He didn't know how to broach these subjects, especially one as rare as what Nina was going through - and he guessed, himself and his siblings, now having a new member come into the fold. He'd always viewed her as more of a sister anyway, so he supposed the revelation didn't affect him as much as perhaps it should have. "Come on, you're going to have to talk about it at some point. Can't keep this all bottled up, it's not healthy." He explained, leaning forward onto the counter. "Have you spoke to her? You know, recently?"

@ninaxgray

[seversilencetobias]

🎙----Check the program

Stay on the line----🎙

[cis-man, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [TOBIAS SEVER]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JORDAN CONNOR]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [RADIO CO-HOST]. Word is you’re [SUPPORTIVE] but can also be a bit [HESITANT] and your favorite song is [HUNGOVER IN JONESTOWN BY AMIGO THE DEVIL]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [andy, 33, est, he/they/she]

@aurorabayaesthetic

Name: Tobias Albert Sever Age: 30 Date of Birth: Oct. 31st Orientation: Graysexual/Gray-romantic Hair Color: Black, usually pushed back- modern greaser style Eye Color: Brown Height: 5'10" Build: Athletic, toned Style: 50s greaser mixed with modern and grunge fringes. Tattoos: Large old school microphone on his left (dominant hand) forearm. Old school styled dagger on right shoulder blade, octopus on his right leg, lyrics to a song around his elbow. Left ribcage has a 50s styled car. Activities: Instruments (guitar, piano and harmonica), hockey, rebuilding old cars and motorcycles

tw: deathly illness, tw: death

Tobias grew up in Aurora Bay, the first of his family to do so.

From an early age, he loved music and sound. When he was very young he would intimate the sounds on the TV while he watched. It was a good distraction from the bits of turmoil happening behind him. From the moment he could remember anything, his mom had been sick. So having that gave him a place to focus.

That wasn't to say Tobias ignored him mom by any means. In fact, he was quite the little caregiver. Every morning he would walk in to her room off shoot of his dad's and give her a thumbs up. If she gave him one in response, that meant it was going to be a good day for her. If not, it just meant it was a rest day.

Things got bad when all of the days became rest days.

Tobias can remember the funeral and people crying. He, thankfully, didn't discover her personally. But that didn't leave less of a mark on him. He was about seven when it happened, but its burned into his brain forever. There wasn't much of a time after where his headphones weren't on to distract him from the world.

School came and went. One big ex from that era of things. She told him he wasn't present in any of their big situations- that he wasn't active in solving problems, but listening. It was a difficult situation for him to learn, spurred on by teenage hormones and growing confusions in his adolescent years (I mean, who didn't have those after all?)

Just after high school he became an intern at the 100.3 Pirate Radio. This proved to be a perfect gateway for him. Tobias could learn all the ins and outs of music, talk shows and so much else. It became an obsession and he hit the ground running in learning all that he could.

At the same time, after another failed long term relationship for the same reason, Tobias went to therapy to work on himself and his issues.

It took a few couple of years, but Tobias showed promise. His voice was fit for radio, with its baritone levels and slightly edge-y rasp. It was a believable voice for the rougher genres like Punk or Thrash and made telling some stories have a bit more of a blade to them. So he was made Co-Host.

Now Tobias spends his days at the station, at the diners and pubs, enjoying what life he managed to scramble up in the wake of never quite knowing what he was doing.

CONNECTIONS

high school friend: @jaredx

WANTED CONNECTIONS

high school ex

radio station era ex

band mates/form a band

[leomlarson]

closed: @jaredx

location: surf's up

"Hey man, is Ash in?" Leo asked as he approached the counter, his attention half-split as he looked around the shop with some hesitation. Despite intentionally moving to a beach town for over five years, he hadn't yet shaken his fear of the ocean and anything that reminded him exactly how vast and unknown it was.

He shook his head and turned his attention to Jared. "I thought he said he'd be here today but maybe I got it wrong... he's supposed to be helping me pick out a board."

[wesxevans]

Wes 📲 Jared

Wes: hey you going to this halloween thingy? Wes: I want to meet up if you are! @jaredx

[almakhalif]

"you say that like i don't break my back to keep this place pristine." she feigns a dramatic tone to match an equally dramatic statement. "or i could not tell him and stake my place as the superior employee of the surf shop!" with great proclamation alma strides back to the cash register, locking away the counted cash. like routine, her eye's glance over towards the broom across the room from her. "there's a bonfire on the beach, but those things go all night. and i don't want to go too early, i got to maintain some street cred out here in the mean avenues of AB."

@jaredx

Jared narrowed his eyes, taking the opportunity to take a break from his stock count to observe his employee's description of the store. Between her and Asher, he didn't need to hire any more people for good publicity when he had dedicated staff willing to fight to maintain the image that Jared had attempted to build.

When she revealed herself in his line of eye, he chuckled before turning back around to face the shelves, picking up the clipboard he'd discarded. "It's good to know that you're not shitting on the place, Al." He said, with a teasing smile. "But I'm going to hold you to that comment about making this place spotless — and while you're at it you can teach Asher the meaning of the word." It was mostly in jest.

"You actually got plans tonight, or you moaning for the hell of it? Because if you need to get off, you can do. I can shut the store."

@almakhalif

[theameliaxevans]

closed - @jaredx

where - surf's up

After being picked up at the airport by Wes and pausing to see Liza and Elise and then stopping by their aunt Esme's, Amelia finally made her way into town with her next destination in mind: Jared. She'd spent so much of her life angry at her eldest brother for abandoning her and Wes and leaving them to fend for themselves against their father, but after living here in Aurora Bay for nearly five years (and with a lot of coaxing from Esme), Amelia finally forgave Jared for what he'd done, and they'd slowly but surely mended their relationship.

Now next up to bat was getting her brothers to fully mend their own relationship- and it was happening, even if slower than she'd like. Oh well.

Entering the familiar shop after being away for three months, Amelia looked around with a smile on her face, not even asking permission as she waltzed through the employee only door and found her way to where Jared was, her smile just growing once she spotted him from behind. "Miss me?"

[noralevin]

closed @jaredx

location: the reef

"Okay," Nora said, leaning down to eye her shot at the 8 ball, stick in hand. One eye closed to get a better read on it. She looked up at Jared with the eye still closed. She felt a little bad — maybe she'd sort of sharked him into this as soon as she noticed they were both at the bar — but not enough to not complete this straight trounce of him. "Drinks are on you for the rest of the night if I make this."

She lined up her shot, tongue sticking out a little in concentration, and let the cue ball fly. Smirking as the 8 ball sailed cleanly into the far right pocket, she straightened and patted Jared's shoulder in consolation. "I'll take that margarita now."

[heyits-asher]

🎵 : Has your muse ever been caroling? Are they a good singer? Have they ever had any doors shut on them?

"I don't go Christmas caroling around the neighborhood, but I will probably sing to Uly or Gilly or Angel once I had enough spiked eggnog. Or Helena. Knock on any of their doors, or I'll Facetime them. I'll go knock on Jared's window, too. Once the booze is flowing, no one is safe."

@thegillyxliang @ulyflynn @firefighterrojas @helenasoarcs @jaredx

[ninaxgray]

Nina narrows her eyes, watching her brother meander around the room before planting himself on her bed. ""I'll punt you out of here in a moment if you even suggest that again." She'd had enough of dealing with peoples loving emotions as of late. "Isn't that for like... things from ex-relationships?" Of which she had none.

— @jaredx

"Please." Jared repeated, scoffing in response. However, he one hundred per cent did. As much as he didn't like to admit it, he was into the cheesy side of things, and Valentine's Day was all about that. "Don't tell me you don't have a special someone you're dying to be with on this fine day." He teased, as he walked around her room and plopped himself down onto her bed, resting his back against the headboard. He gave her a slight kick. "Wanna go to the bonfire and burn shit?"

@ninaxgray