Alexandria "Jingle" Barstow's Questionnaire

Downtown in the big orange itself, finally somewhere nicer with places to go, evne if it is East Coast. Back 'home' didn't really feel worthwhile, given the dying grocery store finally falling to Ball-mart. The big city itself, however, was both full of new people, and nothing like where Jingle grew up; good.

The noise took adjusting to, but a slightly more expensive downtown solo apartment was peace enough. They hadn't grown up with much space, and the economic city apartment was still an upgrade in safety, space, and peace. Living too far down the monetary ladder would have proven to be a harsh reminder, and the fancy living of the upper class was always out of reach.

The room is covered unrepentantly with band posters, fantasy book maps, and other pinnable knick knacks. A small bookshelf is well lined with folktales, charming genre fiction, and a tiny drawer filled with well-read mystically focused volumes of varying value. The bed has a less glamorous canopy frame. To the aware, it's a reimagined youthful fantasy that couldn't be when it was first imagined, getting more formal as one gets farther from the door.

The blackout curtains, recently installed and off aesthetic, has an equally new clock wall mounted nearby, along with a practical witch calendar with lunar phases; werewolf minded.

The conventional money comes from Jingle working at On The Nose as a piercer. They aren't fond of teeth damaging piercings, but are learning of methods that look similar, but aren't so prone to dental damage, otherwise specializing with ear and nose décor. 

The money does possess some loop, as the piercings they possess are from the same studio, apart from some extremely old ear piercings.

The rest of the money goes into rent, decorating the home, and spending the occasional evening (now monrning) at a cafe/bookstore. Occult bookstores are rapidly gaining interest, given recent events.

Some money is sent to a commissary in a prison out of state, to someone Jingle doesn't talk about.

Total prison abolition: either you can be rehabilitated, or if you cannot reform and contain horrible danger to innocent people, get annihilated.

Their sibling being in prison might have something to do with this goal, but a sensation of involuntarily containment did plague Jingle for most of their life, and remains in a form for them as a contractor.

Death of others isn't off the table, but defeating and entire system with a few bodies wouldn't cut it. If Jingle just hit a button and removed the private prison system in a single country, it would be a good start.

If prison in its totality, somehow by bizarre magic Jingle has only just began to perceive as possible, could be ended at the cost of their own life, Jingle would work for it, but hesistate.

The process of giving one's life for a fulfilling of an ideal is very much a bind, the question is if it's truly one's desire without compulsion.