Dodger's not much for parties, being too low-energy for anything that doesn't include downers and anonymous hookups. He is one for food, though. The scent of particularly good food tends to lead him from place to place, and he can usually be found sitting on crates, dividers or fences at the edge of these impromptu parties, snacking on whatever's been made available nearby. One may notice that he sort of eats like a starving child, somehow managing to consume with reckless abandon without spilling a drop, but more noticeable is the way he scans the crowd for anything that might catch his interest. Almost like he's waiting for someone to drop dead.
If you're partying along, you may suddenly become aware that he's staring directly at you, unblinking, cramming food into his mouth with a sharp and obsessive stare. What the hell is his problem? You'll just have to confront him and find out.
IV
More importantly, Dodger's scene of choice is the kink parlors. He's ghosting around any club that keeps his interest long enough, clearly more in his element and easier to approach when the general understanding is that he's there to touch and be touched. He hasn't bothered with a shirt, which means that others will be able to see his various tattoos and his chain necklace. These tattoos include a satanic Star of Baphomet on his chest, intertwining snakes on his left forearm, and a tramp stamp in the shape of a pawprint, as well as those already plainly visible when his clothes are on. His handwraps, it seems, are staying on. And he's ditched his ratty jeans in favor of even rattier ones that barely cover anything but the essentials.
While normally standoffish, in the clubs Dodger will easily approach others, likely announcing himself by teleporting behind them and running his fingers over their back or blowing in their ear. No need to guess what he wants, from the way he approaches.. or the fact that he's almost always hanging around places catering to rougher and more safeword-heavy kinks.
Jamie Dodger (cw: quite possible sex and drug use)
Dodger's not much for parties, being too low-energy for anything that doesn't include downers and anonymous hookups. He is one for food, though. The scent of particularly good food tends to lead him from place to place, and he can usually be found sitting on crates, dividers or fences at the edge of these impromptu parties, snacking on whatever's been made available nearby. One may notice that he sort of eats like a starving child, somehow managing to consume with reckless abandon without spilling a drop, but more noticeable is the way he scans the crowd for anything that might catch his interest. Almost like he's waiting for someone to drop dead.
If you're partying along, you may suddenly become aware that he's staring directly at you, unblinking, cramming food into his mouth with a sharp and obsessive stare. What the hell is his problem? You'll just have to confront him and find out.
IV
More importantly, Dodger's scene of choice is the kink parlors. He's ghosting around any club that keeps his interest long enough, clearly more in his element and easier to approach when the general understanding is that he's there to touch and be touched. He hasn't bothered with a shirt, which means that others will be able to see his various tattoos and his chain necklace. These tattoos include a satanic Star of Baphomet on his chest, intertwining snakes on his left forearm, and a tramp stamp in the shape of a pawprint, as well as those already plainly visible when his clothes are on. His handwraps, it seems, are staying on. And he's ditched his ratty jeans in favor of even rattier ones that barely cover anything but the essentials.
While normally standoffish, in the clubs Dodger will easily approach others, likely announcing himself by teleporting behind them and running his fingers over their back or blowing in their ear. No need to guess what he wants, from the way he approaches.. or the fact that he's almost always hanging around places catering to rougher and more safeword-heavy kinks.