beauty in breakdown-- open

[JASPER GRAY KING]

Come on, take a step towards me So you can figure me out

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=dcddde][atrb=style,border-left: solid 5px #E4287C; border-right: solid 5px #FBB117;,true][/style] Early in the morning was always best time to shop in flea markets. When the merchants first opened up for the day and there was still a good amount of things to be purchased in comparison to later in the day where product may be more on the sparse side. Never much a shopper as he was more of a collector. From time to time, typically once every month, he would search for a few certain things. Most of those things included things that he collected. Both parents of his had been avid collectors and that passion for collecting only passed down to him. Though he did not have a specific one like both his parents did. His mother was a snow globe collector and his father was a coin collector. With that in mind it was always easy to give out gifts as you would know what they would already like. It always seemed that knickknacks like that were always easy to spot in trade shows like these. Merchants tended to sell things that they once collected and had no material want anymore. While the intention of finding things like that were in mind it was always just fun to see what was being sold. You could understand a lot of what a person liked with the things that they owned. It almost just gave an insight of who they were. He was not quite sure as what was the interest in other people and how they worked but it just fascinated him. Maybe that is how he got into the career he was in now. Working as a therapist for patients whom suffered from different types of addictions was always a challenge as everyone was so different. All in all, it was a day's job though. And there was nothing more satisfying he thought than helping people who had troubles with those type of issues. Jasper had never really any type of drug other than smoking some and drinking from time to time. The reason why he stopped any of that was because seeing these people go through these addictions. That and even when he was younger and just getting into this career he thought that it would make him sort of a hypocrite if he smoked or did any of that. There was always moderation but Jasper just went cold turkey with it all. He figured that was the best way if anything. He found one table that he found quite interesting. There was a variety of things on the table, a variety in which he had never seen that expanded. From clothing to oil pastel paintings and a bunch of things that looked like they were once collected. He folded his arms as he went face down looking below at the at the stuff for sale, meandering some. NOTES: It is shit... muse has been bad. Will get better.

I've been hoping and praying for a single way To show you what I'm all about

[CAMERON EDEN AMITY]

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[/style] [STYLE=margin: 0px 20px 0px 20px; width: 360px;] [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]jasper ![/style] [STYLE=margin: -34px 0px 0px 180px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]words,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 180px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]lots ![/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]in character,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9.5px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]Cameron had woken up bright and early today. She didn’t have to go into work for either job and she was glad. Today was going to just be a day for her and her alone. She had wanted to go shopping in the local flea market. She had kept hearing about it, but never got to go since she was so busy most of the time with work and school. But she finally had a day where she had absolutely nothing to do and she was excited. She was in and out of the shower nice and fast, not wanting to waste too much time at home. With her luck, she’d get a phone call from one of her parents asking to come in to do something. She’d oblige, of course, but she at least wanted the morning to go out and shop for a little while. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and slipped on a simple black dress. After applying a little make up, she slid her feet into her black pumps, grabbed her bag and keys and was out the door. She heard about the flea market form some of the locals and some of the girls that worked at her father’s business and was always intrigued. Finally she was going to it. She always liked going to them when she was younger with her mother. She always liked finding cute knickknacks to have around her room. She even liked to have a theme to her room for a while. Currently it was vintage. No particular year, or anything, just anything that was vintage in her eyes. Her brothers never understood her love for doing things like that, but they were boys and they’d never understand. When she got to the flea market, she excitedly looked around at all the tables; she wasn’t even sure where to start. Picking one, she walked over to it and scanned the items on it. She had found some things and would quietly wonder why people would get rid of them. She had bought most of her vinyl records at past flea markets. Of course, they were hanging on the walls throughout her home, but she still never understood why someone would want to get rid of them. She had gone through some tables, and bought some little figurines. She wasn’t sure where they were going yet, but at least she had them. She continued walking past some tables and paused when one caught her eye. Some of the clothes on the table looked interesting, along with the paintings and other items. This was going to be a good table for her. She walked over to the paintings and looked at the few that were there. Maybe she’d get on and hang it above her bed. The wall was still bare, since she couldn’t find something to put there yet. Moving down the table, she was wrapped up by the different things, she didn’t notice the other person standing there. Bumping into him, she was pulled out of her distracted state. “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry,” she said, apologetically. [/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]notes,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 30px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]ohaii (: sorry if it's all rambly lol cameron's wearing this: clicketh lyrics from panic! at the disco - let's kill tonight.[/style] [/style] [/style] [STYLE=margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;] template by DARKEE of BTN.[/style]

[JASPER GRAY KING]

Come on, take a step towards me So you can figure me out

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=dcddde][atrb=style,border-left: solid 5px #E4287C; border-right: solid 5px #FBB117;,true][/style] It was moments of searching like this that made Jasper unaware of anything else going on. He was too into his own world that nothing else really existed other than what was right in front of him. At the moment there was something that caught his eyes. It was something that his mother owned from a long time ago. It brought back memories of them moving to New York. At that time Jasper was just five but he remembered how happy his mother was when his father gave her something similar. Even though his mother was older now she would still rave about how happy she was when the day that his father gave her this one snow globe in particular. Though that shelf life for that snow globe would last only for a short while as when Jasper and his cousin were playing one day and it would ultimately fall to the floor. That was a day that neither one of them discussed as they had lied and said that the family dog bumped into the table. After his parents took that bait and no form of scolding was going to be performed they never talked about it again. Jasper picked it up and memories of the day flew back in to his mind. The look on his cousin's face to the look of his own. They both had quite quick thinking on their part as they conjured up the idea being only eight. As bad as it sounds he did not want to be held responsible for destroying his mother's most prized object. All seemed to be forgotten about as twenty odd years had already passed by. When all the family did manage to get together and that damn snow globe was brought in to play then thing would get a little antsy for him. Just about ready to walk up to the seller with his findings for the day he found himself meeting someone else. He had not even began to walk as a random bumped into him. Talking a hold of the object he had in his hand he stepped back a bit. Not too sure what completely had happened as he seemed to get ripped out of his thoughts he snapped to when the person that bumped into him apologized. "It's alright. No harm here." Jasper said smiling to the young girl who seemed to be in her own little world. "At places like these I dare you to try not to get enveloped in your own mind" he added shrugging. "You all right?" he asked making sure that she was not in anyway hurt by the bump.

I've been hoping and praying for a single way To show you what I'm all about