[ So, this plan was pretty damn genius if he does say so himself. And he does. But it requires a lot of research! And experimentation! It can't just be an ordinary stink bomb the kids would throw into their friend's lockers. It has to be a top-tier, weapons-grade, stinkbomb! Minus the physical harm. He's making sure that the worst thing to happen will be some lost lunch.
So here he is, behind Bonnie's, having created an area that can only be described as a mad scientist's junkyard. He's standing amongst an assortment of crap, most of which smells horrible, with a clothespin on his nose.
As soon as anyone comes near enough, Jerry glances up and as seriously as one can with a pinched nose— ]
Hey, gimme your sock.
b: docks
'Kay, here's what we gotta do—
[ Maybe you decided to take part in this insane plan, but even if you didn't, just happening by Jerry is enough to get you roped into this mess. Listen, these kinds of plans are never fun to do alone. This kind of thing calls for a duo, or a trio, or a ragtag group of hooligans! Either way, just enough out of the line of sight stands Jerry with something at his feet, covered in a bedsheet. He couldn't find a tarp. Just go with it.]
—one of us will have to cause a distraction while the other sneaks the goods onto the trucks, then sneaks back out. Simple and clean. Except for the distraction part, that's probably goin' to end up with one of us getting arrested. Now, normally I would volunteer to sneak the bombs on since I know exactly how to work them, seeing as I made them and all, but they're just stink bombs, so I can totally swing a kickass distraction. What do ya think?
[ Yes he will completely gloss over mentioning of a stink bomb even if you have no idea of what he was planning. Welcome to Jerrytown, population, this nutcase. ]
c: jail
[ So, this is pretty much how he expected things to go, which is why he's not too bothered by it. In fact, he probably looks a little too comfortable, leaning back on one of the uncomfortably cold, hard benches with his arms behind his head. ]
Just according to keikaku. [ Who is he even talking to. ]
d: warehouse
Welp, this is what we in the biz call a looney fuckarooni.
[ Jerry doesn't waste any time unsheathing the sword casually hanging off his shoulder, making it as dramatic a moment as possible, getting into a battle-ready stance and everything. His gaze is steely, his posture firm, then he presses a button on the hilt of his sword and...
...music starts to play. Eye of the tiger, specifically. Also, it's being sung by Jerry, coming out of the built-in speakers he made for his sword.
His voice is just a placeholder for now okay, it's totally cool otherwise!!]
e: wildcard
[ lemme know if you want to plot something else with Jerry, I'm totally up for it! you can PM me on his journal or hmu at nicknacked ]
Jerry • open
[ So, this plan was pretty damn genius if he does say so himself. And he does. But it requires a lot of research! And experimentation! It can't just be an ordinary stink bomb the kids would throw into their friend's lockers. It has to be a top-tier, weapons-grade, stinkbomb! Minus the physical harm. He's making sure that the worst thing to happen will be some lost lunch.
So here he is, behind Bonnie's, having created an area that can only be described as a mad scientist's junkyard. He's standing amongst an assortment of crap, most of which smells horrible, with a clothespin on his nose.
As soon as anyone comes near enough, Jerry glances up and as seriously as one can with a pinched nose— ]
Hey, gimme your sock.
b: docks
'Kay, here's what we gotta do—
[ Maybe you decided to take part in this insane plan, but even if you didn't, just happening by Jerry is enough to get you roped into this mess. Listen, these kinds of plans are never fun to do alone. This kind of thing calls for a duo, or a trio, or a ragtag group of hooligans! Either way, just enough out of the line of sight stands Jerry
with something at his feet, covered in a bedsheet. He couldn't find a tarp. Just go with it.]
—one of us will have to cause a distraction while the other sneaks the goods onto the trucks, then sneaks back out. Simple and clean. Except for the distraction part, that's probably goin' to end up with one of us getting arrested. Now, normally I would volunteer to sneak the bombs on since I know exactly how to work them, seeing as I made them and all, but they're just stink bombs, so I can totally swing a kickass distraction. What do ya think?
[ Yes he will completely gloss over mentioning of a stink bomb even if you have no idea of what he was planning. Welcome to Jerrytown, population, this nutcase. ]
c: jail
[ So, this is pretty much how he expected things to go, which is why he's not too bothered by it. In fact, he probably looks a little too comfortable, leaning back on one of the uncomfortably cold, hard benches with his arms behind his head. ]
Just according to keikaku. [ Who is he even talking to. ]
d: warehouse
Welp, this is what we in the biz call a looney fuckarooni.
[ Jerry doesn't waste any time unsheathing the sword casually hanging off his shoulder, making it as dramatic a moment as possible, getting into a battle-ready stance and everything. His gaze is steely, his posture firm, then he presses a button on the hilt of his sword and...
...music starts to play. Eye of the tiger, specifically. Also, it's being sung by Jerry, coming out of the built-in speakers he made for his sword.
His voice is just a placeholder for now okay, it's totally cool otherwise!!]
e: wildcard
[ lemme know if you want to plot something else with Jerry, I'm totally up for it! you can PM me on his journal or hmu at