Jonesy

sorry I've not been posting Jonesy for a bit. he's not silent in my head, but Janessa kind of took over my world the last few weeks. Now that things are getting lined out for her, I can focus on other things.

Last week, I worked three nights. One of those nights I was meant to get off of work at 2 AM. I got off of work at FIVE AM and things have been crazy SINCE. Good lord.

Laura is coming to town on Monday, and this means I probably won't be RPing with her much while she's here, since we'll be face to face. This means my load of pups is also less taxing. (That sounds like I'm blaming her, and I'm not, I promise. :D)

ANYWAY, the point is: Look out for loads of postings from Mr. Jones. He's got a shit ton to say, I just haven't been giving him an opportunity to do so. Bad mun.

<3 Nori

It had taken more than a day. Well, putting the plan into motion hadn't. That had taken until 9 AM the next morning when he'd called his baby sister.

"Hello?" No matter how old she was, she would always be his little sister, and though her voice was rich and cultured now, he would always hear her little girl voice.

"Pen?" he said, smiling into the phone.

"NATHAN!" she said, her voice excited and almost nervous, "what's goin on?"

"Well, I need you to do me a big favor, Penny-pot." He was sure he sounded giddy.

"How much do you need?" she asked, sounding a little sad that he was calling for a favor.

"Nothing, baby. I need you to send me something," he said, bouncing a little.

"What?" she said, hesitant now. This was bigger than normal.

"Grandma's ring?" He counted down in his head. 3. 2. 1.

"NATHAN DAVID JONES!" she shrieked, "You're PROPOSING to someone?"

"That I am, Pen. Her name is River. She's amazing. She kind of proposed to me, actually. I just want to give her the ring to make it official."

She'd shrieked again, happily.

So it had taken two days instead. But when the box arrived, he knew it had been the right choice. The ring was exactly as he'd remembered. Classic, beautiful, and suited perfectly for the delicate hand that would wear it. He just hoped she liked it.

He had the ring box in his pocket, worrying the silver with his fingertips. How in the world could he be nervous now? He took a deep breath, sitting on the bed, a small line starting in his forehead from his brows being drawn together just a little.

What Jonesy Means

You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you. You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries. You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.

Continued from here.

*eyes widen just a little* Okay... I mean... if you're sure you want to.

This is going to sound really REALLY strange, I'm sure. You know those marshmallow things? The ones covered in sugar that look like chicks and stuff? You know, Peeps? Yeah, those are my guilty pleasure.

In fact, Becca and Steph buy me a box every two weeks. And by box I don't mean box... I mean BOX. The thing is, they're always gone by the time the next box comes in, and no one but me really eats them. It always gets to the point that I wonder where all of my Peeps have gone.

I think I've got a serious problem!

... Ah well. At least it's fairly innocent. Damn sugar high.

( to the 10 year old girl he still calls his daughter: )