004; video

Jul. 9th, 2014 10:48 pm
thefuckup: (THIS IS AWESOME)
[Don't mind TJ. He's just laughing his ass off, possibly in one of the common rooms. Yeah, let's say he's in a common room, sprawled on the couch.]

This is awesome. Best flood ever-- I mean way, way better than my first one. [He'll never forget that damn flood. Stupid birds...] And, you know, for some of you? This is really an improvement.

Anyway. [He stifles his laughter.] Uh. I guess I should-- [Shrug.] Help out. So, if anyone needs some men's clothes, let me know.

[And if anyone wants to push TJ off the couch or whatever for laughing at everyone, go ahead and spam off this post.]

003; video

Jun. 21st, 2014 10:17 pm
thefuckup: (ughhhh bored)
[The contents of TJ's pack have been dumped onto his bed, and the shot lingers on them for a moment, before he turns the communicator to himself, sitting on the bed, looking SO UNIMPRESSED.]

Look, I don't do camping or-- or spelunking, or whatever this shit's for. And I don't even have a warden, so can I just... stay here? Hey, someone can even leave me a warden key so I can get into the bar. [Because THAT is how prison works, TJ.]

I promise I won't tear the ship up while you all are having the time of your lives in wherever-the-fuck.

[OOC: AND ON THAT NOTE, I'm going back in time and doing TJ's old tags after a quick Wichita post. Feel free to not-respond to anything if you think too much time has passed, or poke me to handwave.]
thefuckup: (playing the piano)
[Private to the Marquis]
Hey, you free? We should meet up. [Yes, this is a booty call. Yes, he totally missed the Marquis's apology post. HE DOESN'T PAY MUCH ATTENTION TO THE NETWORK.]

[Open Spam]
[TJ typically likes to fill his days begging to get into the pub and drinking for as long as he can get away with. Alcohol has largely replaced his other vices or coping mechanisms or whatever you want to call them, largely out of convenience. It's free and readily available, and he doesn't have a warden bearing down on him just yet, so he's taking advantage of it (and any soft-hearted warden) while he can.

Still, he can't get drunk all the time, so during those moments of sobriety? He can occasionally be found in the music room, playing the piano. It's one of his only talents, and he finds some small solace in the music. Sometimes, it even helps him to forget he's on this goddamn crazy boat with its glowing skeleton men and aliens and crazy "floods"...

Anyway, follow the sound of the music and interrupt him. He could use some company.]


[OOC: STILL WORKING ON TJ'S FLOOD TAGS. I'm getting through them slowly but surely. And yes, those are Ke$ha lyrics in the post tags. Don't judge me.]

001; video

May. 20th, 2014 08:40 pm
thefuckup: (listening)
[Say hello to Jefferson Bucky TJ! He's sitting in a nice looking room, wearing a rumpled white dress shirt and a black tie, and he's just. Staring at the communicator, making a face.]

This isn't my mom's house.

[It LOOKS like his mom's guest room, but when he looks out the window? Stars. When he sets foot outside? A completely unfamiliar hallway greets him.]

So, what's the deal? It's not a kidnapping, because you wouldn't give me a fucking iPad if this was. [He runs a hand through his hair and laughs cynically.] I don't even... know where to start with all of this.

[He leans in close to the communicator and pokes the screen.]

Hello? Anybody out there?

[His brow knits in worry as he ends the transmission.]

[EDIT: Private to the Admiral]
Is this the... Admiral? I want to speak to you.
thefuckup: (cheerful)
User Name/Nick: Ros
User DW: N/A
AIM/IM: pyrocornflakes (AIM)
E-mail: rosloops at gmail
Other Characters: N/A

Character Name: Thomas James "TJ" Hamond
Series: Political Animals
Age: 30
From When?: After he overdoses at the end of 1x04: "Lost Boys."

Warning: Drug use and attempted suicide ahead. )