After his exit, Jasper took it upon himself to finish the last of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor and stomping it out. Stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans, Jasper took this time to get a little more familiar with his 'new home'. He idly walked around the place, eyes judging it all. He then made his melancholy way back to his apartment. His hand reached into his pocket to retrieve the key to his new place. He wasn't surprised the corporation was mundane and drab. He only prayed that his job would be enough to keep him entertained. He was going to be a detective. "The irony," he muttered to himself, musing over the fact that people wanted to actually attempt to help him. How did they even plan on doing that? It wasn't like making him solve cases was going to suddenly make him want to be a nicer human being. This was like some sick game; force them all to face their tragedies every single day until they finally cracked. Jasper thought this through as he opened the door to apartment 277.
Daniel meandered down the hallway in an abnormally good mood. The hallways were nearly deserted save for the melancholy fellow Daniel had flirted with earlier But the younger man was the least of his concern. Things were finally starting to look up for him. He couldnât be happier. With his eyes half-lidded and a pep in his step, Daniel sung his way down the hallway. He got out his keys once he got in close proximity, well into the chorus by then. âHeaven isnât too far away!â Daniel paused at his door, still singing. The lack of movement beside him despite there being the silhouette of a person brought him out of his reverie. Daniel did a double take as he sent a weak glance towards the man to his left, recognizing him almost immediately. A wide smile spread across his face as he pointed at him, âHey, I know you! I sang to you.âThe younger man gave him an odd look so Daniel tried to refresh his memory, âRemember?â He mimed out his previous air guitar, grinning again before sticking his hand out, âHi. Nameâs Daniel, Daniel Isaac Brennan. And you are?â
Danielâs smile faltered a bit as he let his hand fall to his side. âNot a handshake kind of guy, right.â Jasper rolled his eyes, shaking his head solemnly before ignoring the idiot completely and slamming his door in the strangerâs face. Daniel smirked, âAlright. Challenge Accepted.â He then retired to his own apartment, turning up the stereo high as AC/DC blared through the speakers.
Jasper locked his door, throwing his leather jacket onto his couch and plopping down, wordlessly. He wasnât too happy at the moment, but he was pretty intrigued by his gift. Being able to see the past and future of objects sounded kickass in his opinion. Jasper reclined on his sofa, closing his eyes; ready for rest and relaxation, however, his sapphire orbs quickly fluttered open when the blaring of an electric guitar was barely muffled through the walls. He grunted in frustration. Could he not rest in peace in this godforsaken shit-hole? Was everyone hell bent on fucking up his day? He was beginning to think that these people were doing this on purpose. Jasper pushed himself to his feet, walking over the wall that was adjacent to the flat screen television and banged his fist against the plaster. âTurn that shit down, asshole!â He shouted.
Daniel grinned, hearing a yelling coming from his bedroom. He bolted through the hallway, practically leaping on top of the bed as he serenaded the wall at full volume, belting out the lyrics as he put himself up against the wall.âBack in black! I hit the sack! I been too long and I'm glad to be back! Yes I am let loose from the noose that's kept me hanging about! I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high! Forget the hearse cause I'll never die!â
Jas growled, anger festering inside of him like an infected sore. He banged his fist against it again, but was only met with the culprit's annoying voice. Huffing, the Russian kicked the wall before storming out of his apartment and going next door. He banged his fist against the entrance, eyes screaming bloody murder. Turn it off before I do it for you!â
Daniel rushed into the living room as he heard the loud bang against his door. He turned it down, but only a little, knowing it wouldnât solve the problem. It seemed as if he couldnât get rid of his smile, even as he sauntered to the door to dissuade the angry fire in his new neighbor. If this guy thought he got it bad, he should give the Andrews a call. He opened the door, meeting the manâs aggravated gaze, caught aback by how intensely blue they were. The thought brought a slow grin to his face. âTell me your name.â
Jasper crossed his arms over his chest, sneering down at the bastard. His nostrils flared and his piercing icy eyes narrowed with murderous intent. He had only known the guy for less than ten minutes and he was already thinking about committing homicide. His jaw clenched, muscles flexing in pent up rage. âFuck you,â he growled. âKeep the music down or Iâll break it, am I clear?â
"Your name is Fuck You?" Daniel asked, his face distorted in mock pity and disgust, "Wow, your parents are brutal."
Jasper rolled his eyes, âWhatever, I donât have the patience to deal with your shit right now. Just keep it down,â with that, he turned to head back to his apartment.
Daniel's eyes widened a bit as he watched the man turn, quickly seizing him by the arm. "Wait!" Boy, if looks could kill. As soon as the other man touched his arm, Jasper gave him the ultimate death glare from hell. He clenched his fist, fighting the overwhelming urge to break the strangerâs nose. âIf you want to keep your fingers,â Jasper said through clenched teeth. âYouâll let go of me.â He reached into his pocket for his fatherâs swiss army knife, flicking it open and allowing it to glint in the light, menacingly. Daniel's smile waned, his face one of determination as he crossed his arms over his chest, "If you don't tell me your name, I'm not turning it down."
Jasper's muscles relaxed only a bit as he turned away. He walked to his door, opening it before glancing over his shoulder at the annoying man. "Jasper," he grunted. "Next time, I'm crushing your stereo." With that said, he slammed his door shut with a grimace on his face.
Daniel watched him go, his normally cheery demeanor erased to one of apathy and faint curiosity. The door slammed shut and Daniel immediately yelled out, âMy nameâs Dan!â but he knew he probably wouldnât get anything else out of his new neighbor. He sighed, letting the name of the gloomy fellow sink in. He tried it on for size, âJasper.â He scoffed, his mouth perking up in his trademark lopsided grin, âJasper.â He liked the way it sounded, how it made him grin for no reason. He pursed his lips, nodding as he reentered his apartment. He turned the radio down so that the noise couldnât vacate the thick lining of his apartment walls. They may be âsound proofâ but Dan was proof enough that it didnât live up to its name. Needless to say, he was looking forward to getting to know this Jasper guy a bit more.
âPrick,â Jas, scoffed as he ventured deeper into his apartment. The only thought in his mind at that moment was: I am not looking forward to getting to know this Dan guy any more than I have to.