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TraineeKirschtein

''Hey! I'm Jean Kirschtein. I may just be an average trainee now, but just you wait. I'm going to make it to the Military Police, far far away from the titans.''

{Independent RP blog for Jean Kirschtein from the anime Shingeki no Kyojin..}

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//Really sorry for the latest hiatus guys. I don’t know when I’ll be back but I’m working hard to get back online as soon as I can!

See you soon!

(●ω●✿) ((For either Armin or Marco, please--? uvu;))
shingeki-no-free-murder

shingeki-no-free-murder:

traineekirschtein:

Send me one!

(●ω●✿) — A starter, maybe?

”Marcoooo….” Jean called out as he entered the mess hall, eyes skimming over the tables in search of his friend. It didn’t take long to find the freckled boy and Jean made his way over, dragging his feet as he walked.

Plopping down in the seat in front of Marco, Jean let his head fall onto the table, a sigh of defeat escaping him. There had been an awful ‘wham' when his forehead had made contact with the wooden surface, but Jean didn't seem to feel any pain. Yet. He would probably feel it later.

”Marco…” He groaned, still not lifting his head. ”Mikasa rejected me… again!”

"Oh, c’mon Jean…Don’t be so negative." Marco frowned, resting his arms on the table. "Well…just…try to ask her more casually. You’ll find something to say, you’re good at talking to people. For example, you’re having a conversation with me, right now and you’re not freezing up or babbling." His tone softened at the last sentence and he gave the other a hopeful smile. 


"A lot of people would—!" Marco exclaimed quickly, the words seeming to fall out of his mouth as he spoke. "I know for a fact that there’s someone who has interest in you. You’re just…not looking in the right place. That’s all." A small wave of panic began to roll over Marco after he realized what he had said and he blinked a few times in shock. Shoot…

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”I already feel like I’ve tried everything, it’s a lost cause, Marco.” Jean continued with his complaining, frowning as he listened to his friend’s suggestions. ”Yeah, but you’re different. I feel comfortable around you and I now that I can talk to you about anything, so I don’t feel like everything I say is making me look bad. Talking to Mikasa is really hard.”

His head began to slip out of his hand, and he was about to let it fall on the table again in defeat, when something Marco said caught his attention. ”Huh?” Jean lifted his gaze, completely focused on the freckled youth in front of him. ”Really? Who? Oh my god, Marco, why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” His eyes skimmed through the other trainees in the mess hall, trying to find whoever it was that was interested in him. ”Is it one of the girls?”

Upon seeing the brunet get up from his bed as soon as he opens the door, a frown in set in place on his features. "And where do you think you're going?" Walking over towards the sick male, he pushes him back down on the mattress, placing the covers neatly over him. "Just be a good boy and let me nurse you back to health." Placing his forehead against Jean's to check his temperature, he stares down at him with an arched brow. "Unless you'd rather have Eren or the Corporal take my place?"
timidblondedreamer

timidblondedreamer:

traineekirschtein:

My character is very sick but refuses to stay in bed. What does your character do to keep them there?

Jean hated being sick. Scratch that, he loathed it. He wasn’t even that ill to begin with. It was just the common cold with a bit of a fever. Determined to prove that he was feeling just fine -and trying to ignore his terrible headache- he sat up in his bed, trying to get up. He was almost out when Armin burst through the door and made him lie down again. Jean groaned in protest as the covers were set over him once again. A frown appeared on his face as he listened to the blond. ”No…” He replied, voice hoarse from coughing earlier. ”But I’m not that sick.”

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Armin tried, really tried to understand that this attitude was only usual among people who had came down with a common illness. He too had been stubborn once as a young lad but this was more than he could handle. Even Eren knew when to stop letting his pride get in his way when they were children—with Mikasa’s help of course. The blond had already been there and done that so he also knew that this was the last thing a patient should be doing in the middle of recovering.

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"You sit back down," he hissed, setting his hands on either side of Jean’s shoulders to push him back on the bed again. Armin hadn’t meant to sound angry but he was exhausted and he had been left to watch over someone who was determined to keep rejecting his offer to help. "I know that I don’t need to take care of you but I’m here because I’m worried about you." Moving over to sit on the edge of the bed, he glowers down at the sick boy as if daring him to sit up again. "You should know yourself what you’re going through and what you need to do. Do you really think you’re fooling anyone with this tough guy act of yours?"

Jean wanted to keep fighting back, determined to prove that he wasn’t weak enough to fall victim to a meaningless cold, but the way that Armin had pushed him back down and the look he was giving him from the other side of the bed was making him think twice. He was stubborn, and had it been somebody else caring for him right now he would be giving them hell, but since it was Armin the situation was a lot different.

Not to mention that the blond could see right through him. ”It’s not a tough guy act.” He muttered under his breath. He knew it was childish to be acting the way he was, but he couldn’t help but act this way. It was the way he was. Still, Jean would make an effort to make this easier for Armin, but that didn’t mean his complaining would stop. ”…Alright.” He finally said with a sigh. ”I’m still not that sick, though.” Not wanting to see the blond with that scowl on his face anymore -it was making him very nervous- Jean offered him a little smile and held out a hand to him, beckoning him over.

「 █ ✿ 」— [Sits on] "How you doin'?" (I am so sorry, I just wanted to interact hello.)
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devouevenatrix:

          「 █ ✿ 」— A hum sounds, digits elevating in order to tap at her cheek. “I listen to you sometimes, mostly if you have a good idea or plan. Other times you are a grouchy butt for no apparent reason, so—” Cranium tilting to the east, the young woman offers the male her most innocent smile. Either way, he was comfortable to sit on.

traineekirschtein:

Jean scoffed. ”If you want to talk you have to get off me.”

//no problem! c:

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”Oh, I’m a ‘grouchy butt’, huh?” Jean narrowed his eyes at her. ”If I’m such a grouchy butt I may stand up after all.” He jokingly threatened, though he made no motion of standing. Instead, he leaned back a little. ”And don’t give me that look. You know it has no effect on me whatsoever.” Jean pressed a finger to her nose, trying to get her to stop giving him that ridiculous smile.

❥ >;3
timidblondedreamer

timidblondedreamer:

traineekirschtein:

Send ” ❥ ” for a reaction to your character telling mine they have a child together.

”W-What? You? And me? A child?” Jean asked, eyes wide in surprise. ”I mean, not that I wouldn’t love having a kid with you, but where did it even come from?” Jean paused for a few seconds, entertaining a thought. ”Wait…is this like that pregnancy prank you pulled on me?”

Excitement bubbled in his chest and he found himself happier now that his family was complete. Although somehow it seemed to good to be true to him and so he settled down and acted like a good boy or so that was what he told himself anyway. ”I won’t Papa,” Lucas chirped, securely holding onto brunette roots as his head shifted from side to side. With how high he was from the ground, the boy couldn’t come to contain the giggles that he had been trying to suppress as one of his hands reached up for the sky.

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"You’re doing better than I imagined, trust me." Honestly Armin had been hesitant about asking for Jean’s help when he was first assigned to the timid child. He was unsure himself if he could manage to take care of Lucas for the time-being since he had been an only child. With that in mind, the blond had been set to ask for assistance with the other first in mind. “I actually thought of taking Lucas out on a walk.” Checking to see if the young one was preoccupied, he lowers his voice just enough for Jean to hear. “I’ve been told he’s hardly went out before I took him in.”

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Hearing the boy call him ‘Papa’ again made a wide smile spread across his face. He didn’t know why, but he was happy to hear Lucas call him that. Giving one of the little legs a little pat, he returned his attention to Armin. Agreeing with the proposed destination, he nodded and started to walk towards it, bouncing the boy on his shoulders a little to get him to laugh before taking those first steps. Not too hard, though, if Lucas fell off his shoulders Jean had no idea what he would do, so his hands kept a firm grip on his legs. Also, judging by the kid was keeping hold to his hair, thought surprisingly it didn’t hurt, it didn’t seem like he’d be falling anytime soon.

”Y-You think so?” Once again, Armin had his attention and the smile he was already sporting did nothing but grow wider. Even though it may not show on the outside with how playful he was being with Lucas, but he was worried sick about somehow messing this up. It would easy to do so, since kids were very sensitive to how they were treated. At least that was what his mother had always told him whenever he had to watch over his cousins. ”You’re doing way better than I am, though. I can tell by the way he was holding on to your leg before.”

Relax Levi! You will be good.

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(●ω●✿) ((For either Armin or Marco, please--? uvu;))
shingeki-no-free-murder

shingeki-no-free-murder:

traineekirschtein:

Send me one!

(●ω●✿) — A starter, maybe?

”Marcoooo….” Jean called out as he entered the mess hall, eyes skimming over the tables in search of his friend. It didn’t take long to find the freckled boy and Jean made his way over, dragging his feet as he walked.

Plopping down in the seat in front of Marco, Jean let his head fall onto the table, a sigh of defeat escaping him. There had been an awful ‘wham' when his forehead had made contact with the wooden surface, but Jean didn't seem to feel any pain. Yet. He would probably feel it later.

”Marco…” He groaned, still not lifting his head. ”Mikasa rejected me… again!”

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"Don’t say that, Jean. Things do go your way sometimes, right? You can’t let yourself feel down about that." Marco smiled, placing his half eaten roll down on his plate before sitting up a bit straighter. "Maybe you should try a different approach. Maybe no pick up lines this time." He suggested with a small laugh towards the end. Jean’s pick up lines weren’t the best…but at least he tried. 

Pausing for a moment, Marco tried to think of something to help his friend. It was obvious that the two toned haired male in front of him wasn’t going to give up on trying to get Mikasa to like him, so he might as well help. “Well, it’s obvious that Mikasa cares a lot about Eren, so…why don’t you try patching up your relationship with him? I know you guys got off on the wrong foot, but it wouldn’t hurt for you guys to get along better and she’d probably trust you more.”

”Sometimes?” Jean scoffed, clearly in a bad mood from his interactions with Mikasa. ”More like hardly ever.” He paused to let out a loud sigh, being a little too dramatic than neccessary. He’d had a long day though, so the little problem seemed ten times worse than it really was. ”But…if I don’t use my pick up lines what else can I say? I just freeze in front of her and just start babbling.” Another sigh left his lips.

Jean grimaced. ”You want me to be friends with Jaeger?” He groaned. ”Gross, man. That kid is a lost cause, no way am I going patch anything up with him.” He glared at Eren, who was sitting on the other side of the room. Luckily, he didn’t notice and continued chatting with Armin. Jean was not in the best of moods and they probably would have started arguing. Gaze returning to focus on Marco, Jean continued with his complaining. ”Maybe I should just give up on Mikasa, it’s obvious she has no interest in me. I mean, who would?”

Intensely wants to rp with your character but doesn’t know how to approach.

Breathes on your shoulder.

(Source: devilsinheritor)

Upon seeing the brunet get up from his bed as soon as he opens the door, a frown in set in place on his features. "And where do you think you're going?" Walking over towards the sick male, he pushes him back down on the mattress, placing the covers neatly over him. "Just be a good boy and let me nurse you back to health." Placing his forehead against Jean's to check his temperature, he stares down at him with an arched brow. "Unless you'd rather have Eren or the Corporal take my place?"
timidblondedreamer

timidblondedreamer:

traineekirschtein:

My character is very sick but refuses to stay in bed. What does your character do to keep them there?

Jean hated being sick. Scratch that, he loathed it. He wasn’t even that ill to begin with. It was just the common cold with a bit of a fever. Determined to prove that he was feeling just fine -and trying to ignore his terrible headache- he sat up in his bed, trying to get up. He was almost out when Armin burst through the door and made him lie down again. Jean groaned in protest as the covers were set over him once again. A frown appeared on his face as he listened to the blond. ”No…” He replied, voice hoarse from coughing earlier. ”But I’m not that sick.”

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Armin had his shares of dealing with stubborn, ill people before — well Eren anyway — so he had thought that he would have gotten used to their bantering by now but Jean had proved that wrong. He already knew that the male would stick to his pride and pull a manly bravado on him but he hadn’t expected him to be this hard-headed. “Sure, tell me that when you sound better.” Ignoring his protests, the smaller soldier pulls back to sit down on an empty chair next to the brunet’s bed, placing a small cloth in the bowl full of cool water he put down on the bedside table before setting it across Jean’s forehead. “This isn’t exactly how I planned to spend my day either but I was personally assignedto take care of you so the least you could do is let me do my job properly.”

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Jean groaned again, letting his hand fall over his face. He knew he was sick, and maybe letting himself be cared for by the blond seemed like the most reasonable thing to do, but Jean never did anything they way it was supposed to be done. He had his pride, after all, and if he let anybody else know just how ill he was feeling they would think he was weak. He was not weak, and he could handle a little cold just fine. ”I sound just fine.” He replied, pulling his hand back so he could meet Armin’s gaze. He did sound alright, but then he started coughing again. ”It’s just… a little cold.” He mumbled, rubbing his sore throat.

A frown appeared on his features as he listened to Armin. Now here he could agree quietly to be taken care of or continue with his ‘I’m as healthy as can be’ act. Of course, he did the later. ”I feel great so you don’t have to take care of me.” He tried to sit up again.

tachisukumu:

how to run like a dork: by jean kirschtein

tachisukumu:

how to run like a dork: by jean kirschtein

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