JC | Designated Bro | Gypsy

Name: Jonny Charleston (JC)
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 moons, mid greenleaf
Loyalty: Gypsies
Rank: Designated Bro


seems so long ago since we were carefree

A lithe light brown tabby, Jonny is a small, scrawny cat with delicate features and long legs. Although his body is built for poise and precision, he is always stumbling about and can barely keep himself upright at times. His dark brown tabby stripes and black tail- tip match the black fur under his paws, which almost look like he's wearing socks on the underside of his feet. The majority of his fur is a light brown and tan mixture although his muzzle is white. His eyes are a plain yellow with amber around the iris and can either seem wild and surprised or so depressed and tired that he can barely keep them open. They are always sensitive to sunlight and hidden behind various sunglasses that Jonny collects. His uncanny ability to be always high on catnip, always wearing sunglasses, and tendency to stumble a lot because of how the catnip gets to him, he is an easy target for twoleg kits, who like to capture him and dye his tail sometimes, usually a neon green or a blue or purple, although it always fades out in a moon or two.




photographs lost in time are all i see

Loud | Outgoing | Obnoxious | Sarcastic | Carefree | Impulsive | Relaxed | Laid-back | Party Animal | Addict | Sick

The J-man is all about his bros. He respects his bros, looks out for his bros, gets high with his bros, and would die for his bros if he had to, although he'd rather not think of that sort of thing. He is a rather chill kitty, going with the flow of life, wherever it may take him. Especially if it takes him to parties. He loves his parties, addicted to catnip and fabric softener (oh yes, this crazy cat drinks it like a twoleg drinks beer) and his high tolerance of poison is verging on ridiculous. He doesn't care what it's doing to his system, those days when he's coughing up blood and bile are such a blur to him, easily plunged into darkness with the next bout of catnip. While his top three qualities would have to be loud, obnoxious, and sarcastic, don't let his sass and slang fool you: there are times where there can be logic found in his words, and the cat is actually able to understand some twoleg speech, most of which he learned from watching the moving pictures in those boxes they have in their homes, straining past his bad hearing. He hops from home to home, never growing attached to any of the twolegs like a kittypet would, never actually living outside like a true rogue, and so gypsy is the group he identifies most with, despite how he has never actually been to the gypsy camp... to his recollection, of course. A lover of catnip, sunglasses, and life in general, the J-cat is one cool kitty.




a pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me

Mother:Twix (kittypet, location unknown
Father:Mr. Charleston Chew (kittypet, location unknown)
Sibling(s): (bros in spirit) Deezey, Dave Richter, Jenny (adopt)
Mentor: N/A
Mate: None
Kits: None


thoughts running 'round my head today
FOR THE HUMAN VERSION OF JONNY from which jimmy has morfafied his history, clackity click hur: x

Jonny
Oh hey. What’s up? Alright, you gotta hear this, but this party went off last night. So I’m sittin’ at home, sharpenin’ my claws, because I gotta sharpen in my room, and I’m like 300 into my 500 scratches and my door starts blowin’ up. Not like for real like that one time with my man Deezey when he almost lost his donger no , like, I’m getting more mews and more cat calls than that time I told everyone to say I was lookin for a hot duck. Alright? cuz like the d and the f are really..real close in the alphabet but you know what it’s like.

Anyway.

So it turns out there’s this super secret party that nobody knows about and I’m the only one who doesn’t know about it! Well, you know Jonny, and when the J man hears party you don’t hear nuthin’ else.

Partly ‘cus of the ear damage and partly ‘cus it’s like this:

You got your west coast parties, you got your S club parties, and even if the two of them could have some sort of like weird alien party baby it wouldn’t step to nothing to a Jonny party.

And you can quote that.

SO duh I’m goin’ to this. Step one? Prenip!

You don’t want to get there sober ‘cus one, cats all up on nip ain’t pretty if you ain’t crunking, and 2, you can’t be the life of the party playin’ catch up and once I walk through the door the party goes from this to like this. Though with great power comes greater responsibleness just like what batman’s dad said before he blew up krypton.

‘Cus yo, one time I went to a party and it went from this to like this and the floor collapsed. Eighteen cats dead. I couldn’t help but feel partially to blame for this but the Az said it probably a structural failure.

Anyway so now I’m well pre- nipped, which should not count as actually high on the nips ‘cus yo, you ain’t even been to the party yet, what is that? So we got this thing called catnip call so you can get the nip naps when the stores are closed and the twolegs are watchin’ so I order a 40 sprigger for me and one for the party and when the guy shows up I show him the guns and tells him he has to take me ‘cus he’s goin’ there anyway and he’s like no, so I show him my real guns and he takes me.

So I walk into the party all Edward Forty Hands and I’m thinkin’: this party’s a little intense. It’s like this… maybe even this. And I worry that adding a little too much of the J- man’s style would put it into this territory but your boy JJ’s like ninja rider drawing his wokatonas. Once I step into a party, I ain’t leavin’ without drawing blood.

…Which in this case, is party.

Alright so this party is like there’s this place, and there’s the roof of that place, and then there’s the roof next door. So I go up to the roof ‘cus a J- rock party is about getting high and raising the roof so if you raise the roof while you’re already on it, then you’re just gonna get even higher.

Okay so here’s the best part: I get up there and these two chicks and this third chick are like “Yo. J- rod, what’s up? If you can jump from this roof, to that roof, we’ll all three of us will go home with you”

And I’m like “Ladies, I already know that all three of you are going home with me irregardless, but because I’m the Green Lantern I will step to that.” So I finish off my right paw forty and I hand one of the chicks my left paw forty and I line myself up…take a run up…plant my foot…push off….

And that was when I blacked out.



Jonny 2
Oh hey. What’s up brolingas, how’s it goin’? Alright. You’ve gotta peep this fine action, this other day, I can’t remember when, maybe mursday, I’m walkin’ around and I hear this cat and it’s my boy Jenny.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, you’re like: compared to J- cat, I’m hella lame, but I dunno any boys named Jenny.

And you’re right, you is lame, but Jenny is a girl, except she’s my boy, like she used to be my girl, but we’re not like that anymore and now she’s my boy. And what do all my boys do? Well they peep out all the parties and report back to my man J- rock ‘cus I’m like mission control and all the parties are little Apollo creed missions flyin’ up to space to punch out rocky for not partying hard enough.

So it turns out there’s this bumpin’ party goin’ on at the Whoore House, which is not what it sounds like, it’s this old wheelhouse out on Whoores Street that my boy Deezey’s fixing out into party central. So we just call it the Whoore House.

…I mean, he rents out some of the space downstairs to an escort service but.. I think they use it in some of their branding….

So immediately I’m like- and immediately is like right away, okay? It’s like it’s super fast. It’s even faster than falling down. Like you know when you’re like ‘nah dudes, I’m fine’ them BOOM you’re on the floor, and you don’t even remember it happening? Immediately is faster than that.

Immediately I’m like “Hell yeah J- babe I’ll be right there, I just gotta figure out how to get out of where I is to where you is. And were is that that you are?” and she’s like “we’re over on Whoores Street” and I’m like “yeah I just told you that”..i just… I just told you that.

Alright so I get there and there is a party that much is clear. It must have been like a seven point eight on the Richter scale of parties. My, see my bro, da.. dave…Dame.. Damien.. Dave… David! David Richter came up with it. Alright? A one is like “where’s the party at?” and a ten is like “this be the party!” so a seven point eight is like “did someone say party time? ‘Cus it sounds like it’s time for a party.” So you know how serious it was.

So Immediately- which is quick- these four or five guys come up and they’re like “Yo! J- fierce! I heard he once out-nipped a bear!” which is true, but the bear had already been all high on the nip naps, I feel like I have to admit that. So they’re like “Hey! Let’s see if they can do a stand on the Ubernip Supreme!”

And I just stared at them. ‘Cus it was really loud and I did not hear what they said.

But then they repeated themselves more clearly, and I was like “You must be joking. I’ve been doing nip stands since before I could lift a sprig.”

Like if you put me, and a catnip plant on a see- saw, and you could see that the nips was heavier than I am, that was the time I started to stand on them, doing stands on them, nip stands.

And they were like “Nah J- strong. This is the Ubernip Surpreme, and it ain’t filled with catnip, it’s filled with hard nip naps.”

And then it was one of those moments like in old movies when someone’s like: “I’ll fight you” and the record cuts and everyone like “ooooooh” and like that happened cuz someone puked on the dj’s paws and like he knocked into the thing and so it was quiet and I’m like: “Bring it on ass dicks… Dick… asses.”
So they bring in the nips and I get two of my best bros, my boy Jenny and this other guy Deezey. WHO is hilarious by the way, this one time, oh.. no I can’t say that ‘cus of court but… ‘cus of my legs. To hold my legs. I getem both to hold my legs.

So everyone circles around, and get ready to munch the nips, and I get the leafy things in my mouth, and I nod to my boys to lift me up….

And that was when I blacked out.


Jonny 3
Oh hey. What’s up? Last night was surprising, let me tell you. So my boy Deezey gets a hold of me, and- who is hilarious, by the way, but I don’t need to tell you that, so he’s rollin’ up with Dave Richter up on this party which is a six point five kind of party- which is not bad- but it’s like a “everybody in the party make some noooise” kind of party so it could be a lot better.

And they want the J- popping stylings of mister J- popping stylings.

And… I’m J- popping stylings.

But I have to remind them that I am a new cat.

Not, not like a clone or nuthin’ which is a frequent fear of ours ever since we saw the sixth day, just like I don’t act like I did before. Instead I act like I do now, which is different than I did previously.

So I’m like no, I can’t bring the fresh j- cat beats, ‘cus I keep them beats on ice now. And, for clarification, not real beets, like the root, do not put them on ice they would go… the water would freeze weird and they would get all weird, and they’d go all mushy and it’s… like not good.

Don’t freeze beets.

Well I go out to hang with Deezey and Richter ‘cus at the very least I can go along and be the designation cat, you know, the one that leads you home when you're all blacked out and stuff. And it’s.. it’s fine, I’m cool to be around partying now, I have it under control. They told me to give myself over to a higher power and I realized there ain’t no higher power than the glory of JC

Jonny Charleston.

And I sit down with me and I said to myself, I’m like: ”Jonny. You’re the most awesome being to ever walk the earth. Except for a dinosaur because everyone knows dinosaurs are narly as hell. And even though it’s delicious, you don’t need the pimp ass nip- naps to be more awesome because you couldn’t be any awesomer unless you were a dinosaur.”

So it’s like that.

But J- smile isn’t just going to turn his back on everyone he knows and loves and knows so I pick up Deezey and Dave Richter and head over to a party at The Bar, and The Bar is what we call the abandoned amusement park over on Whoore Street ‘cus when we were little it was like ‘you have to be this tall to ride’ and now since we’re older it’s like we’ve raised the bar, right?

Aw, man, so what we do is we get there and Deezey and Dave go off to get more crunked than they already is and I’m like alright ima try and find me a ride that ain’t busted. Cuz when the big J was lowercase I was all up in the whirly tilt and the scramble face and the one that makes you puke everywhere.

I think they call it the concession… that’s what it’s called.

Anyway so I run into my boy Jenny and she’s like ”J- money, I hear you don’t gotta gunna get up to get down no mores and I’m designation cat too so we should hit up these rides together.”
And I’m like ”I’ma hit that up.” And she wants to hit up the worst coaster ever which is called the Screamin’ Fist or something like that though I don’t know of any fists that scream, unless its like aaah! Your fist! In which case the face is screaming, not the fist.

Anyway, so we’re sitting in the coaster and they’re pulling us up to the first drop.. tick tick tick tick… higher and higher and it’s pulling us up to the first peak….

And that was when I blacked out.



Jonny 4
This party was just nuts. You just wouldn’t believe. I’m sorry I’m getting head of myself I gotta… we should… re with the rewind!

Okay.

Last night. Or yesterday morning. Or I guess actually the morning before. I’m sorry, are we still on Sunday or are we to Tuesday yet? Hang on.

Okay.

Previously to now: I was nippin’. And I’m still nippin’. But before it was coolest ‘cus I was off of the nip- naps and I was at this place called The Bar. Which is… a bar. Only it’s a no name brand thing ‘cus it’s a bar and they only have one kind of nip which is “A Catnip” which is the same kind of nip you get anywhere only… it’s capitalized. My boy Deezey says you can really taste the bigger letters but he does a lot of downey extra soft.

So I’m drinking my third “A Milk” and the bartender- who’s a bartender- says there’s someone at the kitty door and he’s like “yo is there a Mr. Charleston here?” and I’m like “Hey man, Mr. Charleston was my father, I’m the J- mo- money- mad- man. Is someone asking for the J- mo- money- mad- man?”

Alright so the bartender says yes and I go to the door and I ask the cat for my secret door question which is “What is the greatest movie of all time?” and the answer is “Dammit Jonny, it’s not Street Fighter the Movie.”

For the record, it isn’t but I just tell people it’s my favorite movie so they give me the right answer to the question. I mean, it’s an awesome movie, I mean, I love the movie but even I can tell it’s plagued with issues. Like that twoleg, who’s the hero, who has an accent thicker than what I was drinkin’ out of that puddle last night, like, how nipped do you have to be to make that casting choice? I’ll tell you, pretty nipped, napped, cuz I’m that napped up now and actually.. that sounds awesome and that must be… if you can imagine how nipped I is, they must have been wasted.

Ah.. hang on.. ow…

Alright so I go to the door and I ask the questions and Jenny gives me the passwords and I’m like “who is this?” and guess who it was? It was Jenny! And she was at the ‘Laundromat, Bracket: Not a Bar’. Which, they’re trying to be like ‘The Bar’ by saying they’re not a bar but they’re totally still a bar.

So here’s it’s like this:

Jenny’s not as strong willed as the Jonny- jam ‘cus I to will workouts every Tuesday after I do my claws and she’s slipped up on our nip pact, which we call the Nact, and she’s gone and got totes sloppy on a fifty sprigger and four cups of fabric softener.

Which is a cocktail they serve and the Laundromat, which smells like a fresh alpine morning and feels like having your throat reamed by Draino and a turbo snake.

I just realized I said brackets earlier and I meant parentheses. And I wanna apologize for that.

I-I’m a little….

Ugh, hang on.


So. It’s my fault, right? I get there, and she’s feeling so pine fresh that she lays all into me getting on about how J- mo- money- man is more like J- mo- problems now that I don’t fill up my crunkle cup every day and I’m no fun anymore.

She says she wants to give up livin’ large with J- mo- fresh for… not… living large with J- mo- fresh.

And I’m like “but Jenny, you’re the j that makes the j into a double j. How you gon do me like that?”

And she’s like “how I gonna do you when you gon’ and done me like that already?”

And I’m like “but Jenny! I don’t how am I do you when you done me like you and what you already done!?”

…or whatever I said.

So, she throws a tantrum.

And makes a mess.

And she storms out about saying some kinda thing about how I ain’t got that swag no more and I ain’t the cat she met- which, which- and this blew my mind last week- is technically accurate because cells, they die, and make the same cells but different so I’m like the same J but a different J?

Except I don’t think that’s what she meant….

So I head over to the Laundromat, picking shards of tantrum out of my pelt, and I’m thinking maybe I should have a drink. ‘Cus my boy Jenny had a drink to think things out so I have a cup of Bleach, which is a girlie drink, but I’m easing back into it, and the next thing I know I’m at this party the bartender told me about and I’m so buzzed on cold water detergent that I barely notice my boy Dave.

And he comes up and he’s like “Yo J- mack- mo- money- mo- man, I heard about your boy Jenny”

And I’m like “How you heard about that?”

And he’s like “She’s upstairs, but I don’ think you wanna go up there”

But I’m like, I gotta go up there and that was when I see my girl Jenny nestin’ with my bro Deezey.


And that was when I blacked out.



reminiscing my cares away

Roleplayer: Jimmy


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