| Hadley Shay |
12/03/19 |
Jackson
Not getting any work done. So. Bored.
We should invite your friends back over or something?
Or you'll just end up with a lot of things like this.
 |
| Hadley Shay |
11/27/19 |
Always. |
| Keera Schmidt |
11/27/19 |
*laughs loudly*
Nooo. It's like a whole beer fund. A girl need a beer fund, you know.
*plucks flask and takes a swig*
*hands it back*
Good, mate. Yeah, totally good.
*totally ignores that burning in her throat* |
| Keera Schmidt |
11/27/19 |
Now how am I supposed to pay for my beer??
Jackson McCarthy just stole $8.00 from you! |
| Hadley Shay |
11/26/19 |
 |
| Hadley Shay |
11/26/19 |
❤ |
| Hadley Shay |
11/18/19 |
Jackson
You've seen me eat.
Of course there will be meat.
Probably a lot of it.
Yes, yes. I'm aware of all the favors.
Hadley might have been snickering to herself, she definitely knew about the payback she was meant to give, but she never said when that would be. She was fairly certain that this was a win for her. |
| Hadley Shay |
11/18/19 |
*has no real idea where her roommate is*
*text him anyway*
Jackson
Mr. Valentin said YES!
You're not allergic to anything are you?
I also need money for food.
Lots of favors, I know!
|
| Hadley Shay |
11/17/19 |
Jackson
Really?!
THANK YOU!
Be home soon 😘 |
| Hadley Shay |
11/17/19 |
Jackson
If that's what you want to do.
I'd like to cook Thanksgiving dinner for us and Valentin.
He said he never had one.
Pretty please? |
| Hadley Shay |
11/17/19 |
Oh, man. Breathe.
Jackson
You have to agree first.
It's kind of a big favor.
Whatever you want.
Please?? |
| Hadley Shay |
11/17/19 |
Jackson
I have a favor to ask.
Possible payment sort of favor. 😁 |
| Hadley Shay |
11/16/19 |
“Might be more than sort of…” Honesty, it was refreshing. No pretending, at least at the moment; and truthfully, it was more than sort of, she was moving in with him after all. Even if she had agreed to this without knowing him any better than a few remarks shared back and forth. Hadley could at least admit (to herself) that she was slightly bowled over by the attention from what most women would consider 'a hot jock', even she hadn’t missed that, not that his charm or pretty face had swayed her decision. Much. Besides, it’s not like she had a type she preferred or a type at all, or had ever went on a date.
Was this a date? Or was this a prelude to favors that had to be paid for? Oh, man. She was going to have to figure this out. With questions. Later.
”I’ve never been on one. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it, my life is in your hands.” It was odd that she could say this without blushing, stuttering, or losing eye contact, but there it was. “A grocery store would be great, I enjoy cooking. Bagels are just quick. So… home then?
Weird, so weird. |
| Hadley Shay |
11/16/19 |
Hadley might have tried to argue, probably would anyway, eventually; but for now she would just stare incredulously. It wasn’t like he was wrong, well, only partially. But at least he was honest, there were so many with hidden agendas and Jackson had been pretty forthcoming from the get go.
”Really, I wouldn’t try to mace you. You’ve been very nice, despite taking the mace and holding it hostage.” Brilliant smile would be offered, one as genuine as she could possibly muster; there really was no way she’d harm him, nor did she think he was sexist, but she wouldn’t say that. “Besides, Isortoflikeyou…”
Might have made herself blush.
And then she’d down her own beer, stand and pull the strap to her bag over her before turning copper colored eyes back to him. “No, nothing from here. But maybe pick up bagels on the way, for later. Just in case.” |
| Hadley Shay |
11/16/19 |
So, she was probably a little more squinty-eyed when she pulled her hand from her bag and locked her gaze on his, it all likelihood, the young woman should really put on her glasses; this was how you mistake some kind of supernatural beast for a Zuul. That was neither here, nor there in this present moment. He had stolen her mace and had plans to keep it, which was fine, she would guess, he did say that he would protect her, but that was in the apartment. Now, Hadley had a new set of issues.
One of which was maybe she should not let her eyes overload her stomach. If she finished off that second burger, Jackson was going to have to roll her to the apartment and she was pretty sure he’d just leave her here at this point. “No, of course I wouldn’t mace you. We’re indoors and I’m right across from you, I don’t want it on me. Besides, if I was going to do anything, I could have just hit you with a book.”
There was a twitch to her lips, almost a smile, almost humor; still kind of blushing. He didn’t have to bring that part of it back up. Goodness. “That’s fine, you can hold onto it. I’ll just buy more. Besides, you said you’d protect me when at the apartment not when I have to go to school or work. What are you going to do then? Follow me around all day or never let me leave?” |
| Hadley Shay |
11/15/19 |
With his succinctly stated I believe, a bright smile would appear on her face, between bites of food, mostly she was just beaming at him, at least in this moment Hadley didn’t feel quite as crazy or alone in her thinking. Though, she was fairly positive with all that was on the internet these days, she really wasn’t alone, but the crazy part, she would be remiss if she didn’t actually think it could be true.
But, if she were experiencing insanity because of the way her thinking had shifted due to recent events, then Jackson would be labeled just the same; though, it would leave her wondering just exactly how he had come to believe in these things. Another question for another day. Because at the moment, Hadley was concerned he was going to die, had almost jumped up to pat him on the back but restrained herself once he had begun to drink in earnest from the bottle of beer.
Did she break him? Oh. Oh, dear. Copper eyes would widen and cheeks would pinken; the young woman was not actually expecting him to answer so honestly, now she had more questions, like why on earth would he consider someone like her to be beautiful, it wasn’t that she didn’t see her in that kind of light, but being the studious type, it wasn’t like something like this would ever cross her mind. Now it was her time to drink, until the words damsel in distress registered and she went squinty-eyed at him and started digging in her messenger bag.
I’m not a beautiful damsel in distress and where is my mace?! Did you take it?” |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/14/19 |
-thinks on Christmas-
Jackson
No. I think that is it. Almost to your flat. Driving as fast as humanly possible. |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/14/19 |
Jackson
911.. you do not have any friends. Tiny Satan wants Thanksgiving dinner with your friends. |
| Hadley Shay |
11/14/19 |
“Yes, delicious.” The tiny woman would speak, finally, swallow, sip, and then use a napkin to delicately wipe away what she was sure was a smear of condiments across her face; delicate eater, not at the moment. But she would do her best as she stuffed her face to have a conversation; at least now it wouldn’t run on sentences and rapid-fire questions.
”I don’t think it’s really Zuul, that just kind of ended up the name because of the movie being watched. I’m also not really clear on it being some beast from hell, especially after reading so much about supernatural beings. I really only thought that strange cults in the south were on that whole demons walk among us thing, but there is just so much more going on. If you believe in that kind of stuff, I mean.”
Sure, she could go on but, food came first and Hadley clearly wasn’t a woman that turned down a meal, not that she looked like she could inhale the exact same thing he could. But it was her metabolism, it burned off calories pretty fast. Or maybe it was just her mouth that did that. Incessant chatter; lose weight fast!
”Were you flirting with me earlier?” She’s quick this one, but with a good meal comes a clear mind; probably not that spectacular for him. No, not at all. |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/13/19 |
Jackson
Of course not.
-might by lying, but the keys are in safer spots-
I will give Hadley the one off my key ring so she can give it to you. Dropping her off now. I will walk her up.
-makes mental note to place keys in better hiding spots- |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/13/19 |
Jackson
At least you would know your key is safe on Holle's collar. No one is stupid enough to take something from the collar of a Butcher's dog. Just saying. I think the better question is, why you do not have a key on your key ring Jackson? Who does that? Who leaves the only key to their apartment beneath a welcome mat. Very unsafe. Why did you simply not give it to your girlfriend? How is this poor tiny Satan getting into the apartment when you are not home? Tsk.
Maybe if you spent less time getting booty calls and more time sleeping you would not be sleep deprived. Just a thought. |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/13/19 |
Jackson
You seem very agitated and defensive this evening. I thought we were friends. Friends look out for friends, no? And yes, Livia and I were once a very serious couple. Did you not know that? Of course you didn't. We were together long ago and sometimes met up. Until she married a mark. And then the good looking blonde boy. Long story. Anyway! I'm escorting Hadley to your apartment as we speak. See you soon. |
| Hadley Shay |
11/13/19 |
Hadley was likely internally screaming; like how long did take for food and beer to get to the table, if she had something in her mouth, she wouldn't babble like she was on a three day espresso binge. Oh thank goodness; now she'd only seem like a half-deranged alcoholic. Was that better?
Brownsville Okay, her told her wear, not that she was absolutely clear on that, she wasn't very aware of many parts of the city even after being here for six years. Oh, NO. You got this Hadley Shay, you can have a normal conversation without running on and on; without revealing too much.
Yeah, right.
"The locks. I'm from a small town, one that's so small it barely has a name so, no one locks their doors. Everyone back home, I use that term loosely, people just went on and on about how dangerous it was up here in the city. SO, four locks." Has probably already drank half the beer. "Pretty sure it was the hellbeast Zuul that I sprayed in the face with mace in an alley, I did my research. I'm not saying it was a hellbeast or named Zuul. But, it was all twisted and creepy and ate my last bagel. And then wouldn't die. It was a lot of bullets..." Now would be the time for her mouth to snap shut; too much talking. |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/13/19 |
-grins-
Jackson
On Holle's collar.. of course. I left a note beneath your welcome mat. You should be thanking me. What if someone entered your apartment one night while you were away and hurt your girlfriend. I assume she is your girlfriend as I do not think you are the type to simply use women for booty calls? Speaking of which.. have you seen Livia lately? I need to speak to her.
-hits send, turns to look at Hadley- |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*two finger salute thrown back*
*keeps walking* |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/13/19 |
Jackson
I can assist with that. I am almost positive I could find some knives small enough. Like pocket knives. And I moved that key a long time ago. That is just unsafe security practices. |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*gives a nod, small salute* Until then bestie guy pal person.
*mumbles* havefunwithyourtinyassassinperson.
*runs* |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/13/19 |
Jackson
Did I say Dessa? I meant Livia. I ran into Dessa the other night. Must have had her name on my brain. She said she just returned from Mexico. Didn't you just return from Mexico? And cute? Interesting adjective to describe a girl that is living with you and 'eating your food'. Should I drop this one off at your flat? |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*kiss cheek in return*
*cants head* Adara. If you see Adara, punch her in the face.
*grumbles* No. I will chat with Addie.
*cups his cheek* You have not seen me. I have not seen you. Right?
*remembers* Netflix and chill Saturday? I'll bring the beverages? |
| Valentin Metzger |
11/13/19 |
Jackson
There is a small brunette here. Claims she is living with you. Her name is Hadley. Tiny Satan is what I refer to her as. First, why are you not giving her money. Second, she talks so much. Third, she is telling me about Alabama, her dog.. I think she is following me. Help. Come pick up your girl before Dessa sees her following me.
-hits send- Scheisse.. |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*whiplash*
*mumbles beneath Jacks' hand*
*blinks, innocence* Say anything about what? I thought we were simply having a conversation about the lack of updates to your old phone.
*reaches into pocket, hands Jacks a stack of cash* You should really get a new phone Jacks. Updates are soooo important. |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*screams as she's chased* DESSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*blinks*
*stops* Ooooooh.. does Dessa know about this tiny assassin person?
*squints* She doesn't does she.
*evil grin* Ohhhhhh Dessaaaaaaa.. |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*blinks* Wait. What..
*hears Valentin's name clearly though*
*straight slaps the shit out of the phone in Jacks' hand*
*watches it fall to the ground*
*steps on it.. repeatedly.. hard*
*sheeps* Oops.
*runs* |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*clasps hands behind her back* What ever would you feel judged about Jacks?
*half-cocked grin* I have never judged you..
*gives puppy eyes.. then the tail* I thought I was always very supportive of your endeavours..
*innocence* I do not know what you speak of.. I mean, sometimes I refer to Valentin as the husband.
*straight lies* |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*denies* I can neither confirm or deny said allegations.
*squints* You got awfully loud over me pressing my lips together..
*changes subject* What's that about?! |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*blinks*
*squints* WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME LIKE MY HUSBAND DOES?!
*blinks* I mean, why are you yelling at me.. what did you do?! |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/13/19 |
*strolls by slowly*
*side eye*
*presses lips together* |
| Hadley Shay |
11/13/19 |
“I don’t think...” Quiet, for once, she’d wait until he had ordered his own food before eyes would light up and turn toward the waiter. “That sounds good, I’ll have the same.”
Hadley’s dark eyes would remain on the waiter, patiently, as the man took the order and moved along to place it into the system; then, of course, she’d return to her train of thought. Mostly. “I really don’t think it was drugs, but what do I know? It’s what the all the officers claimed.” It was said almost conspiratorial, whispered across the booth like someone would be listening in on their conversation; of course, it could happen, but seeing as they were in a place that wasn’t busy, it wasn’t likely. She was just a strange girl.
Now, he asked a very important questions; one that really, Hadley hadn’t thought about herself, she had not lied when she said she was stronger than he thought, but it was in this way and this way alone. She wasn’t dealing with; she just, pushed it down until panic and fear and all those other emotions welled outward in a manner that she could deal with by retreating into her art. Or nightmares. Okay, she didn’t sleep. Hadn’t. Coffee. Lots of it. “Truth? I’m not. Dealing, that is. Though, smashing his face in with a statue did help a lot with that whole breaking in thing. It’s the rest that doesn’t feel right. Soooo, where is your apartment?” |
| Hadley Shay |
11/11/19 |
Teeth would remain buried in a plump bottom lip, it was easier for Hadley that way; though, it would prove to be a little difficult to part of a conversation if it was one-sided. Was this how people normally felt when speaking to her? Maybe she should lay off the caffeine; sure, it had been a staple, a necessity for school and the work she did, but now, she had time to reflect on just how annoyingly chatty and random she could be.
Just kidding; never gonna give it up. Coffee was life.
”Nothing is absolutely necessary right now, so that will be fine. Even though, I am going to have to deal with other stuff.” Other stuff, as in, school and her work; she couldn’t just not show back up. Could she? Not at all, for as flighty as the brunette seemed, she was just as responsible, which meant dealing with life despite the fact that she had a few things going on that took precedence.
Like moving in with a walking temptation she knew nothing about.
No biggie, not at all, really; the minute they had shuffled into the café and found their seat, her mind was no longer on the fact that she was actually moving in with him, no, it had shifted toward the food. Even as she explained her circumstances, as strange as they sounded, her mind was fully focused on what the restaurant offered.
“Just a break-in, apparently someone on drugs. I wouldn’t say I wasn’t a murderer, I’m pretty sure if he had died from being smashed in the face by a statue rather than from the police, I could live with it. But that would be self-defense, right? Not really murder. Though, I’m not sure how he got through like four locks, ridiculous, yes?” No, she couldn't possibly be rambling because she was hiding something, nope, not at all. “Soooo... What’s good here?” |
| Hadley Shay |
11/10/19 |
Lips were still pressed together; she had word vomited enough at him for the day, probably was all good until the new year came in, but it wasn’t likely Hadley could remain silent for long periods of time for several months, probably not even several days.
Was likely it wouldn’t last several minutes.
But she tried.
She really did.
”Most of my things are at the hotel, not all of it, some of it is still in the apartment, but all of that can wait, I think?” In truth, it probably could but the woman’s focus was completely derailed at the mere mention of getting something to eat; it had been a while, in fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she did eat a normal meal. Not just a bagel on the go, or a bagel while researching. Or screaming about the last bagel. She had a problem but at least this one wouldn’t require some sort of intervention. “Food would be great!”
Then her mouth would resume her tight lipped, not going to run on and on about a topic, chewing on her bottom lip method of remaining quiet; she wasn’t a picky woman, whatever he would choose for them, would suit her just fine. |
| Hadley Shay |
11/09/19 |
He was chuckling. Hadley didn’t know if this was good or bad; really, the woman could not read people at all and was far too trusting, so while he laughed, an easy smile stretched across her face. Though, she was also squinting slightly, like she was trying to see if he was for real, studying him. Hadley couldn’t turn down a place to live, sure, she enjoyed the hotel, but it was an escape.
She didn’t want to go back to her apartment. Ever.
That would be an idiotic thing to say considering her entire life was currently still there, but now, she might have a place to go. Wait a minute... “Are you sure it’s a guest room?”
She wasn’t always oblivious, just mostly and as for the squinting, it would maybe intensify; Hadley should probably be wearing her glasses. “Not that I’m complaining, I’d sleep on someone's couch if it were safely away from bloodstains and bullet holes. Not that those are bad things, mind you, I mean, you could like that sort of thing, yeah, but I prefer furniture hole-less. And strange beings not eating my last gosh darn bagel...
Nervous laugh.
Super grin.
”What I mean is, I would like that, thank you.” Not everyone could deal with the ramblings of the woman; she had already talked his ear off, now, to keep her from blurting anything else at the man, Hadley would chew on her bottom lip in a small effort to remain silent. |
| Hadley Shay |
11/08/19 |
“It really is a long story and I’m tougher than I look.” Not exactly, but truthfully, he wouldn’t be the first to size her up and underestimate her; though she really wasn’t cut out to be any sort of fighter, but when someone’s life is on the line, you do what you have to in order to survive. Hadley did just that. Of course, it was mace. And then later, her favorite piece of art, the recreation of Diana of Versailles, well, it was a sacrifice that had to be made.
While she was hemming and hawing, in her head, because, of course she would stand there silently while someone else held nearly all the items from a bag that seemed never-ending; oh, right, back on track, she would finally come out of that silent reverie and focus dark eyes on all the items he was currently holding. Hahah, oops. Oh no, did she really hand him her phone. And just like that, the price was remembered. Don’t freak, you got this.
”You can just drop everything back in here.” The bag would be held open just for that reason, there was no way she was going to reach for her items; her luck, they’d all fall to the ground the minute Hadley made a move for them. This was easier. “It’s not so much about looking to fight someone as it is, I don’t think mace can fight off some things. I would like that very much please. Soon, if you’re able. Well, maybe not too soon, my apartment is a crime scene. I think I may have to move...” |
| Hadley Shay |
11/07/19 |
“Zuul? Gozer? Don’t cross the streams? Ghostbusters... never mind then, it’s a very long story that starts out very much like the show When Animals Attack or maybe it was Naked and Afraid; I don’t know really. Here hold this.” She would start rambling while her hand slipped from his and started dragging things out of the bag resting against her hip; phone, cans of mace, books. He could hold it all. Not because she was actually thinking about him holding her things, just the fact that she was wholly focused on finding her list.
”Bagels... no that’s groceries. HA! Wait...” Finally, she’d find her list in the bottom of the never-ending messenger bag, but without her glasses, it was pointless; which she would find already in his hand. Oh. She should take those cans back, or maybe not, hands full he couldn’t like murder her, right? She was an odd duck, pretty enough, but not exactly someone who would find herself being flirted with by someone that looked like him; granted, by now she’d have forgotten about the entire booty call payment her list, she needed the list.
Hadley likely seemed like the poster child for Ritalin.
”I need to do cardio. Do you know a good gym? You look like you work out. Granted, I could just do that on my own. Maybe self-defense? Hand to hand?” |
| Hadley Shay |
11/06/19 |
She might have been squinting at the man, those dark eyes trying to get a read on him before the words hit her like a ton of bricks; well, this was awkward. But Hadley was a smart girl, sometimes too smart for her own good, which would be why her staring never wavered; not because she was shocked by the audacity, no, it was more like how could she get help without actually owing his price, how would she win.
Booty call.
Call.
Phone.
Number.
That was it, simple really. She couldn’t answer a booty call if she didn’t actually give him her phone number. Smart.
”Hadley Shay.” Arm would shoot out, offering a hand while the other still remained wrapped around her messenger back; he might be a serial killer, she didn’t know. A lot of them were pretty and straightforward. Like she had met one before, or something. “Question, you’re not like a Zuul are you?” Adorable; really. |
| Hadley Shay |
11/04/19 |
Wide-eyes nearly popped out of her head when he backed up, sure, who wouldn’t when you wave a threat like mace around, but really, she was harmless, frail, tiny. Plus, Hadley was not very good with being social; though, to think of this as being social was likely a stretch. Or was it? Was a vague, maybe not so threatening threat from a smiling stranger that offered help for a price really called being social? What was this price? Because she had questions, real questions; a stupid question considering her shakily done bravado from before.
She had mace. Yes, she really did. But how to use it? Oh, boy.
”Could I ask what you’d ask for? Is this price negotiable?” |
| Hadley Shay |
11/01/19 |
Dark eyes would widen and warily they would fall upon the male, thin arms tightening around her messenger bag as she took his warning to heart. Though, she wasn't sure if he was warning her of others or perhaps himself. He did just welcome her after all, but could be a ploy. Like she actually owned expensive things, rather than just restore them.
"I have mace." |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/24/19 |
Jacks
Overfeeding hm? He looked very thin when he was doing the backstroke.. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/24/19 |
*has doubts because Jacks is about as responsible as she is*
*peeks in on Starsky*
*sees feeshie swimming around.. scrutinises*
Jacks
Starsky looks.. plump. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/22/19 |
Jacks
Feeshies do not sleep belly up! You keeled Starsky! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/19/19 |
Jacks
Why is Starsky belly up?! And where is Hutch! |
| Genesis |
03/16/19 |
Lookit you all over with the Wanted Posters!! What did you do, and why was I not invited!! ~grumps~
Congrats on PotD! |
| Livia Vlcek |
03/16/19 |
Looking good.. *points to wanted posters* who'd you kill.. |
| Livia Vlcek |
01/28/19 |
I just wanted to thank you for the new Aston Martin Rapide S.. *kisses cheek* You're so sweet.. AND I even had enough left over to pay rent for the whole year in Paris!
You were successful in stealing $271,313.00 from Jackson McCarthy. |
| Genesis |
01/20/19 |
Holy Sh!t Jacks, I can buy all those exploding things I've been eying at the guns and ammo store!! ~heart eyes~
>i>You were successful in stealing $209,217.00 from Jackson McCarthy.
|
| Genesis |
01/10/19 |
Chews her gum loudly and with an open mouth. Gum flies out of mouth and into Jacksons hair. O.O ~oh sh-t~ "Imm get that right out Jack...promise not to tell Liv! :/
Genty tugs at his head to remove the gum...and Hair
|
| Livia Vlcek |
12/30/18 |
Drunk Text
I eat my dinner in my bathtub then I go to sex clubs.
Watching freaky people gettin' it on.
It doesn't make me nervous, if anything I'm restless
Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all.
|
| Livia Vlcek |
12/22/18 |
Jacks
Heineken?!
It's like I don't even know you anymore.. |
| Addison |
12/19/18 |
~she called back over her shoulder~
"You're a life saver! Not his, obviously, but mine...we'll get together for some good drinking time soon!!"
|
| Livia Vlcek |
12/19/18 |
Jacks the Genius
Omg.. yassssssssss.
You're trying to kill me aren't you. |
| Addison |
12/19/18 |
Jackson! You look like someone who can make a person disappear. Here, take what's left of this guy....
~hands him a bloody paper bag with a severed hand in it~
No time for questions...gotta run...thanks!!
~winks with both eyes before looking shifty and bounding away~ |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/17/18 |
Jacks
What kind of beer should we get?
 |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/16/18 |
Jacks
I'm thinking we need kegerators.. installed in our rooms.. acuz lazy. It's too far a walk to the kitchen or the bar in the library. Thoughts? |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/08/18 |
*thinks* You wouldn't eat my face off would you? I mean, I do look like a Panda...
*pictures herself as a Panda riding a Lycan Jacks, snorts hard* That might be hilarious but uh...youtube.
*holds the can of beer to Jacks' mouth, tipping it carefully so as not to spill a drop* McDonald's? I could go for a coffee!
*probably doesn't need any more stimulants* And one chicken nugget. Just one. |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/08/18 |
*blinks* Are people talking about a rampaging Panda?
*shifty eyes* I didn't do it...maybe.
*stares nervously at can of beer*
*cackles at Pandabutt*
*takes the can and points forward* Onward my good Sir! |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/08/18 |
*runs wildly through London in her Panda onesie...because jammies are the best*
*pandattackles, jumps on Jacks' back*
*offers a beer* Probably best to open that slowly... |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/30/18 |
Livia appraised Jacks as he spoke, cerulean pools gazing upwards, searching the man's baby blues for how he really felt. The male was always a bit of an enigma to the Slayer but then, now she understood why. And she admired him more for it.
As Jacks laughed and pointed to something, a curious glance led her attention to an old antique; some frightening and obscure bauble that sat in a window they passed. Banish her? Livia barked a loud, long laugh as she realised what the male was saying. "I'll grab my voodoo books while you buy the trinket with the company credit card? We'll make it a Netflix, voodoo ritual then chill night."
And by Netflix and chill, that's exactly what she and her bestie guy pal person did. Watched movies, eat a sh*tton of popcorn and forget about the fvcked up, dumpster fire lives they both lived. |
| Livia Vlcek |
10/08/18 |
Livia laughed at Jackson's joke about looking drab when, honestly, people were probably wondering what the Hell this male was doing with her. As they walked and he talked, the Slayer listened intently to what Jacks was saying. She trusted Jackson, she knew there had to be a logical explanation. What he gave though, was more than she expected and it left her suddenly feeling ill. For him...not because of his actions. The two had never shared their pasts; they just understood that bad things happened to each and there was no real necessity to pick at old wounds. Until now.
And she felt awful for having to ask. Really. Livia just wanted to crawl in a hole with a bottle of cheap tequila or whisky and just pretend that she didn't force her best friend to relive the most haunting and horrible memory of his life.
"I'm so sorry Jacks...I didn't realise." She was dumbfounded, truly. How do you come back from that? What words could anyone offer to soothe that pain and smooth over that line of questioning? She had none really. A deep sigh escaped her as slender fingers dug for a cigarette from the pack in her pocket. "So it was all an accident, a horrible one but nothing you intended to do..." Two white sticks were produced, one offered to Jacks while the other found it's rightful spot between Livia's scarred lips. "I hope you don't beat yourself up too bad friend...you shouldn't. It was obviously an accident." Her head found rest on his shoulder. "What a brat she is...to bring something so painful up. I can understand why you haven't spoken to her for so long." |
| Livia Vlcek |
10/07/18 |
Livia dawdled at a few stands as she waited, they were some remarkable vendors with fresh fruit she couldn't ignore...of course. Everything on display was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the fruit stands in Paris. Almost. As she slipped her newly acquired pears and currants into her messenger bag, a familiar voice caught her ear. Turning towards Jackson's voice, a bright smile on scarred visage, she pressed a kiss to his cheek gingerly.
"You are late." She ribbed him. The male was surprisingly fast in his response truth be told. Livia was sure she would be waiting for at least a half hour. "But I am going to assume it was because you were getting pretty."
Looping her arm around Jackson's, the young woman began to lead him through the busy market, past bustling people that were either working or antiquing. To everyone around, they would look the happy couple when really they would be discussing business. Of a serious nature. "So please explain why your sister told me you killed her...is she insane? Did you really kill her? Do you really have a sister? Or is this some thirsty baby mama looking to cash in?" |
| Livia Vlcek |
10/07/18 |
As soon as she was free, Livia pulled her phone from the jacket pocket it was kept in and quickly sent Jackson a text.
:: Met a girl, red hair, deep purple nail polish. Asked about you. Savannah. Said she was your sister...that you killed her? We need to talk. Meet me at Portobello and Golborne Rd...the market. :: |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/29/18 |
*nods as she listens*
*tips her head back to let the tears that formed at his kind words to dissipate* I'll be fine. Always am.
*brave smile* Don't worry, I won't bug you with emo stuff again.
*hugs once more before she takes leave* You're a good friend Jacks. Thank you for being here...I mean it. And I expect you to do the same. If something is bothering you, I've always got a shoulder or an ear...I'll even take you for ice cream after. |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/19/18 |
*was fine until his kind words*
*eyes well with tears*
*hasn't cried in front of anyone in years?*
*sobs* I'm sorry Jacks. I know you're probably going through some sh*t yourself and the last thing you need is me being a baby.
*hugs tight* Everything is going to be ok. Right? Soon. Everything will work itself out. Just takes time.
*is she trying to convince him or herself? They both had their own personal issues* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/18/18 |
*shakes her head* I'll be alright.
*feigned smile* But thanks Jacks, for being..
*the only person I got left?* My bestie guy pal person.
*hands him a nice frosty beer* Your reward, kind Sir. |
| Valentin Metzger |
08/18/18 |
-nods- Ja.. people change but do our hearts ever stop loving the ones nearest it?
-tilts head- They can be quite annoying can't they?
-chuckles deeply- I would not change it for the world though. |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/18/18 |
*wanders up*
*kinda sad*
*just hugs* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/15/18 |
*feels a hand in her pockets*
*turns around, back hand flying*
*stops before she smack...Jackson?* OI! I SAID NO BEER!
*runs to grab broom...to beat him to death with it* |
| Valentin Metzger |
08/15/18 |
-shoves hands into pockets- Ja.. Livia was the same way. But I think it was a defense mechanism.
-contemplates his Liebste's current situation- People change though, hm? Livia is devoted to him. It pains me to see her upset but what can you do?
-tilts head- Maybe you should speak to Dessa. |
| Valentin Metzger |
08/15/18 |
-stares unblinking-
-crosses arms-
-stoic visage- We can share.
-grins- I'm used to sharing.
-laughs deeply- Ask Jacob. Oh wait.. |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/15/18 |
*stares at his retreating back* THAT'S RIGHT! YOU JUST KEEP WALKIN THE OTHER WAY! |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/14/18 |
*shakes fist at* NEVER!!!!!!!!
|
| Livia Vlcek |
08/14/18 |
*hands on hips*
*stares and listens*
*Wait...what?!*
*gasps* But...
*watches Jacks stomp off all dramatic*
*calls out after* FINE! I'LL JUST GO STARE AT...
*tries to think of something scorching...but can't* I'LL JUST GO STARE AT SOMEONE THAT IS JUST AS MUSCULAR AND AND...
*fails* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/14/18 |
*wanders by*
*narrows eyes at*
*stares* You and V are up to something...I can't figure out what but I will. Until then...NO BEER! |
| Valentin Metzger |
08/14/18 |
-nods as Herr McCarthy speaks- That is too bad.
-cracks his knuckles- I would love to meet the man.
-hands clasp behind his back- He must be a very good man to have Dessa's attention. Past or present. |
| Valentin Metzger |
08/14/18 |
-nods- I know.. it is very disturbing. I think I am losing my touch.
-sighs deeply- She kept mumbling some male's name.. Jack? Jacks? I do not understand. |
| Valentin Metzger |
08/14/18 |
Since Dessa did not want my kisses..
I figured you would appreciate them more.
-flutters lashes-
Bromance? Hell yes. |
| Summer |
06/26/18 |
She chuckled and gave a knowing nod. “Kinda like having a birthday! Older...I guess? Supposed to be wiser..fat chance.” Her laughter carried down the hall. At his offer to help, she glanced down at her healthily packed carry on bag. It was just a carry on. But she DID pack as much as she could on those things. She could take care of it herself. But what was the harm in accepting help? Oi, that was a question for the therapist. Should she ever be so daft to see one, that is. “Well I’ll be damned, chivalry is not dead after all. Sure, I’m a...I’m going…” Where the f-ck was she going? Her brows knitted together and eyes narrowed in thought. “Christ on a cracker, I can’t remember if I’m coming or going. Going? That sounds right.” Her phone pinged, indicating her Uber had arrived. “Yup, going. To a bar, then...to work maybe, then on to the next adventure.” |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/18/18 |
*giggles quietly, steps back from the hug* More silky than Zohan.
*cants head* But in all seriousness, you did an amazing job. I'm proud of you.
*not that her opinion really matters but she is extremely proud* It's a hard rank to reach, you did it with much grace. |
| Summer |
06/18/18 |
Dragging her carry-on luggage behind her, either to or from was anyones guess, Summer looked around the Azhi compound for Jackson. Keeping largely to herself, she wasn’t even sure she could pick him out of a lineup. Finally spotting a likely suspect, she shot a wide smile. “Hey, congrats on the rank up! Well deserved, sir!” |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/17/18 |
*stares at, scrutinises* Something different about you...
*stares at some more, index finger tapping her lower lip* Your hair?
*eyes brighten, realisation* OH OH OHHHHHHH!
*attackle hugs* YOU'RE ALL SILKY SMOOTH!!! LIKE ZOHAN!!!
Congrats on Selkie!!! Yaaaaaaaaaay! |
| WildKat |
06/15/18 |
Congrats on PotD! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/23/18 |
*walks towards*
*rubbernecks the ice cream shop*
*trips and falls into Jackson, hand dipping into his front pocket*
*stands up quickly, eyes wide*
*runs away with a large wad of cash* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/12/18 |
*hears crunching of cookies*
*stops*
*runs back* I got a ten foot bong...meet me in the rec room. And bring the cookies. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/09/18 |
Srsly? You had Pot yesterday and didn't share? *disappointed*
I thought we were best friends! *runs off sobbing* |
| WildKat |
04/08/18 |
Congrats on PotD! |
| Livia Vlcek |
03/13/18 |
Livia gazed back at Jacks, half-c*cked grin tugging the right corner of her mouth upwards. If only he knew that the beer was light, he might not be so quick to invite her to join him. Or maybe he did and it was going to be his chance to strangle her dumb ass. A broader smile turned damaged flesh further in on itself as a laugh barked out. Turning to catch the door with her back, Livia gave a slight push. "Sure, but I'll be having a 'real' beer...unlike you my pretty, pretty princess."
She should probably run right about now. Really. Like seriously. Giving Jacks a light beer was like poking a bear with a short stick. |
| Livia Vlcek |
03/13/18 |
*hip checks Jacks on her way to the laundry*
*slips a light beer into his pocket*
*whistles innocently* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
10/02/17 |
Jack
You should stop by for a visit next time you're in London! |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/28/17 |
Jack
Orange you glad we're friends? I am! |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/01/17 |
Jack
Orange |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
08/30/17 |
Jack
Knock, Knock. |
| Livia Vlcek |
02/09/17 |
*cants head* You don't think it's enough?
*takes a sip* We're totally gonna get beer bellies.
*looks at her abs compared to Jacks* Ok, I'm going to get a beer belly and you're just going to get a six pack instead of a 8 pack or 10 pack, whatever.
*grumbles that her washboard isn't nearly as washboardy as his* |
| Livia Vlcek |
02/07/17 |
*hands Jacks a bottle of Smithwicks...pronounced Smitticks*
*takes a long draught from her own bottle*
*leans against the wall next to Jacks* I have like 22 more of these by the way. |
| Dita Morgenstern |
01/20/17 |
[doesn't have a name ..blushes deeply] I-I d-don't know h-his name.
[looks at the money she holds ..thinks it's probably pointless plus he seems amused with her.] I ..I-I'm sorry to bother you.
[scurries off.] |
| Dita Morgenstern |
01/20/17 |
[holds out fifty euros.] I saw you fight.
[shifts her weight from foot to foot, uneasy in the man's presence.] Would you beat someone up for me?
[small, nervous smile.] |
| Summer |
01/18/17 |
Thank you! |
| Livia Vlcek |
01/02/17 |
*looks over her shoulder* The usual stuff and I have plenty to share.
*grins* I need you to help me clean my closet.
*chuckles quietly and whispers* I got too many wire hangers... |
| Livia Vlcek |
01/02/17 |
*grins* I hate kids.
*laughs hysterically*
*stops* I mean, for myself. I would protect a child from harm...I don't mind being an aunt or something. As long as it goes back home after a few hours.
*blinks* Oh god...
*fake panics...takes another long drag from her cigarette* Quick Jacks, grab your Spidey suit! I've got an important job for you to do!
*runs* |
| Livia Vlcek |
01/02/17 |
*lights a cigarette...deer in headlights* Me?? Pregnant?
*internal ROFL*
*contemplates fvcking with Jacks' head*
*decides against it...maybe*
Yes...I haven't told Jacob yet though. *cants head* You wouldn't eat my baby would you?
*exhales a large cloud of smoke*
|
| Livia Vlcek |
01/02/17 |
*wanders up* Hey Jacks, how do you feel about children? |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/23/16 |
*laughs hysterically* You're the best Jacks! *grins* |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/23/16 |
Hey Jacks, you have that six hundred and eighteen dollars I asked you to hold? *rubs her arms* I need to meet my connect. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
12/13/16 |
Text to:Jack
From:Cait
I live with Lloyd and his dog Clark Kent. We're together. Get with the program and come visit! I think Noah would be ecstatic. He doesn't throw wars of dollar bills at random ladies anymore. He does have a habit of 'making rain' by drowning the couch cushions in Monopoly money. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
12/13/16 |
*blinks, starts sniffling*
Text to: Jack
From: Cait
It's no joke. It's a cute name! It's Lloyd's middle name, and a much better name than Lloyd. A dog?! You break my heart💔💔💔💔. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
12/02/16 |
*squeaks*
*Totally doesn't change subject with baby*
Text to: Jack
From: Cait
I was asking because I wasn't sure if it was something real. I think Rigsby might be allergic okayi'mbadatlyingdoyourworst.
Come visit your new nephew, Rigsby! Maybe he won't cry like Noah did. |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/02/16 |
He's right behind me...isn't he.
 |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/02/16 |
Suhweeet! *trots along happily, Jacks in tow* I'm so excited! |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/02/16 |
I mean, I'm always high and I think I do alright. *blinks* Generally speaking... *changes subject* So we'll need surfboards and some wetsuits, bit cold to be surfing in the States right now. You think you could roll a few surfers? |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/01/16 |
*reaches out as she feels herself lowering to the ground quickly*
*relaxes as she's caught and righted*
*smooths out her clothes...nods* To Los Angeles...because good things ALWAYS happen there for me.
*grimaces and pulls at his wrist* C'mon. I need a body guard while the husband sleeps.
*grins* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
11/30/16 |
*starts to get paranoid*
*pulls out phone*
Text to:Jack
From: Cait
Are you allergic to club soda?
*pauses before hitting send*
Oh. I better not. He gets grumpy without his drink.
*accidentally hits send instead of delete*
..I'm SO dead. |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/30/16 |
*is dipped*
*mock seriousness* But Jacks...they're HUUUUUGE.
*feigns innocence* Soooooooo soooooooo big. |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/30/16 |
*horrified* It's a beach, yes...of deadly animal, reptile, marsupial, fish things!!!
*grabs Jacks' wrist* We're sooooo not surfing up in dis bish...nope. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
11/29/16 |
Prank War.
Caitlyn was horrible at such things. Actually, sometimes she was rather decent. Who was someone she hadn't gotten in awhile? Jackson. She had heard where she might be able to find him, and laid in wait. Already she could feel the withdrawal symptoms of not having her squeaky toy settle in.
She waited for him to leave his prized booze unsupervised. By his leaving the premises or him passing out. Armed to the max with a liter of a clear liquid. She tiptoed around and took quick care to refill the booze with the ever potent Club Soda. Did it stop? Oh no. She made sure to leave a trail of confetti and glitter on the way out.
Caitlyn Sparkles out. |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/23/16 |
*cringes as a window breaks*
*thinks maybe she should find that beer eventually and wipe her fingerprints from it...acuz Sprew*
*chuckles at Jacks' alleged devastation* Awwww...I'm touched really. In the head. But seriously, we still haven't found that beach. Are we not drinking enough?
*chugs the bottle of beer* |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/23/16 |
*watches eagerly*
*presses lips together to keep from laughing*
*nods*
*cackles at Jacks' words*
*tosses him a Newcastle...because amazing*
*cracks one open for herself*
Better now? Maybe I should include a snickers?
*grins* |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/23/16 |
*shifty eyes*
*tosses a beer at...light beer*
*just wants to see Jacks freak out about 'light' beer* |
| Livia Vlcek |
10/11/16 |
*laughs and steps back* I GOT HUGS FOR ERRRRYONE! Okay, maybe not errrryone...just a few people. *shifty eyes* |
| Livia Vlcek |
10/11/16 |
*hugs the sh*t outta him* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
08/14/16 |
Text to:Jack
Oh..no reason. No reason at all. Oh! You could help me though. Would you have picked on a kid named London? Wait, that's a girl name, isn't it? |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
08/13/16 |
Text to:Jack
Did you ever get made fun of for the name Jackson? |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/22/16 |
*tosses him a beer all respectful like*
Congrats on Whisky bottle kid of the day! |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/07/16 |
Who wants water...ever? *contemplates* You're welcome! |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/07/16 |
*pets* So pretteh. *gives him a congratulatory non diet beer* Sorry I'm late...I think I passed out in my tub. |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/03/16 |
I think I've beat her into submission, actually. *laughs* Silly her for ever mentioning such hideous things. |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/02/16 |
*trots up*
*finally returns with non diet beer...Guinness*
Sorry, that took longer than expected...
*shifty eyes* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/30/16 |
*trots off to get non diet beer* I'll be back! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/30/16 |
*recoils in fear* I...lost her somewhere between Los Angeles and um, New York?
*twiddles thumbs* Shall I go find her? And non diet beer? |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/30/16 |
Anno! *kicks rocks*
I need a freaking beer. *pokes her gut*
Or maybe I need to switch up to like diet beer...skinny b*tches...air. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/30/16 |
You hit the Shadow Spawn for 1 damage.
The Shadow Spawn missed you.
*flexes* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*stares at the building*
*is suddenly frightened by the hostility Jacks has going on*
*pets his head* S'alright, every thing is gonna be alright...
*screams louder* EDENNNNNN!!! HONEY!!! WE'RE HOME!!! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*nods* That's prolly a good idea, Jacks...
*turns a bright shade of crimson* Ohhhhhh...I thought we were closer.
*shifty eyes*
*takes another hit then holds the joint to Jacks' mouth* Puff puff Jacks. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*lights a 'cigarette' while riding on Jackson's back*
*cants head* I never slept there...but that was to keep everyone there safe.
*starts to scream* EDEN! EEEEEEEDENNNNNNN! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*grumbles* I'm not THAT fat.
*pokes at her belly* Ok, maybe I've gained a few pounds from laying around.
*think, think, think* Where's Eden?
*excited* Let's go bug the fvck outta your wife!!!! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*looks down at the shoes, says a prayer for their sole...ba dum tss*
*stares at now bared feet*
I think I'll be alright...
*runs and jumps on Jacks' back regardless* ONWARD!
*might have smoked just a wee too much oregano* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*sniffles* Thank you...
*shakes head, points to shoes and screams* Kill it with fire!
*waits for the Converse to asplode* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*lip wobbles*
*looks at shoe*
*whimpers* I dun wanna touch it Jacks...
*uses other shoe to kick the first off, realises second shoe is now contaminated*
*stares at, cries* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/25/16 |
*limps awkwardly towards*
*frowns as she arrives*
*points to shoe* I stepped in dead...there's germs. Halp? |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/23/16 |
*makes the face*
NOT THAT! THE HORROR!
*clutches at chest*
*chuckles*
Thanks, maybe I'll stick around for a little while...maybe. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/22/16 |
*grins* I finally found it?
*cants head to look up at Jacks* I went scuba diving...MUSA. Amazing.
*cracks open her own beer* I've got pictures and everything...
*eyes brighten* And this!
*reaches in her bag*
*pulls out a Calavera skull and a perverse shot glass* For you and the Missus. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/22/16 |
*waggles brows at*
*tosses him a beer* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
03/14/16 |
Text to: Jack
Noah won't stop calling people hookers. HELP. SOS. Some of these chicks look scary. I'm in line at the grocery store and I tried to distract him with candy, but he won't stop. What do I do?! I mean..some of them could be. Might be. OH GOD I'M GOING TO DIE AT THE BLOODY MARKET |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
02/16/16 |
*reacts like responsible adult*
 |
| Vequaniel Libertas |
01/29/16 |
Thank you for the welcome. Trying to find my way around, presently. |
| John Doe |
01/27/16 |
John Doe Fact #245: One time at Band Camp...John Doe ate a flutist. |
| John Doe |
01/27/16 |
John Doe Fact #819: John Doe is Winning. |
| Katherine Murray |
01/27/16 |
*walks by*
*highfives*
Blonde, blue-eyed Scots are sooo much better than wee feisty Irish things.
*pokerface*
*keeps walking* |
| Mackenzie |
01/25/16 |
Boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats. I could do this all day. Boots and cats and boots and cats...
Oh Siri, you funny little thing. Mackenzie glances up from her phone with a grin as she makes her way toward the new old Leader and then... stops. "Oh... it's you. Cheeky."
Of course, she says this with appreciation. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
01/18/16 |
You were successful in stealing $329.00 from Jackson McCarthy.
 |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/09/15 |
*bounces* Yes! Please! I need a vacation!
*hangs head* Yea, took a dart to the forehead.
*looks up at* It...wasn't pretty. I think I may have gotten a partial lobotomy.
*drools...just a little* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/08/15 |
*wanders up with a small round bandaid on her forehead* So I was made a unicorn tonight...with a dart.
*stares at* So yea, there's that...
*sips at the Patron bottle she holds* We need to find this beach Jacks. |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/06/15 |
I can't...even. *dies* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/05/15 |
*takes off pork chop necklace from around her neck* Jaybus Jacks...you can have that back.
*puts it around his neck* All kinds of craziness happens when you wear that... |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/28/15 |
*laughs* You should!
*swats at* C'mon...drinks are on me.
*cants head* Maybe someday we'll make it to the beach...we must be heading towards the one down in Africa.
*shifty eyes* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/27/15 |
*tackles* Jacks!!!!!!! FENRIR *hugs!* Congraaaaaaaaaaats!!! |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/22/15 |
*takes helmet...looks at it*
*puts it on a gate post*
*points ahead* Alcohol and pears! And a hamburger!
*teeters slightly* Then...the beach! |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/20/15 |
*hiccups and stands* You're driving right?
*stumbles slightly*
*rubs bum*
We'll need to stop at the market...we need alcohol. And pears. |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/20/15 |
*almost to a stand with Jacks' help*
*feels grip weaken as he drinks*
*wide eyed beneath large frames*
*falls backwards...right arm pinwheeling* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/20/15 |
*blinks beneath large, dark frames* Beach...
*looks at pasty white skin* No...we haven't been.
*sits up from her supine position on the concrete* We could go...there's one that way.
*points west* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
07/18/15 |
Did you know that orange juice acid can take out blood stains? Well it makes it orange, but I still think it's pretty. |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/14/15 |
*lays in a puddle of beer*
*shakes head side to side* Not at the beach...
*starts to nod*
*scared awake at urgency in Jacks' voice*
*jumps up*
*falls down immediately* Where's the beach?!
*stares at Jacks' shoe* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/13/15 |
We should go to the beach...*accepts beer*
*takes knife out and puts hole in can*
*pops top*
*shotguns that mother fvcker like her life depended on it* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/13/15 |
*wakes up facedown*
*on the sidewalk*
*chewing gum stuck to face*
*still drunk*
*looks at Jackson* My mouth tastes like a puma sh*t in it.
*rolls onto back*
*blinded by sun* I need a vacation. From my vacation. |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/12/15 |
*blinks*
*blinks again*
*slurs* Heyyyyy...you have a betterer chansh a'livin'.
*passes out* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/11/15 |
Draaaaguhna...*teeters* big liz'rd wif dah *hiccups* teef'n fiiiire *waves hand from and to mouth* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/11/15 |
*hiccups* Did you feed the dragon? *stumbles* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/02/15 |
*jostled awake*
*confused and high*
*sees Jacks face...in her face*
*bites back scream*
*facepalms away* Dad get off your crushing my smokes...
*slams Jacks' drink*
*dies laughing*
*blinks* You check on the dragons yet? |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/01/15 |
*has nodded off* Dragon?
*stumbles*
*shakes head clear* NO!
*shifty eyes* Um...he's fine.
*takes Jacks' drink*
*falls into corner* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/01/15 |
No...I haven't been using heroin.
Have you seen the fvcking DRAGONS in the kitchen?! |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/30/15 |
*grins* How silly of me...I don't wear contacts. *moves to stand behind Jacks*
*tips back a bottle of beer* |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/30/15 |
*shifty eyes* Um...I think I lost something.
*turns again*
*blinks* Tern off the werter! I lost a contact! |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/30/15 |
*spins in a circle slowly*
*confused like* |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/14/15 |
*grins* Hey Jacks. I'm practicing. *shifty eyes* |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/13/15 |
*jumps out of nowhere*
*ninjas Jacks* |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/07/15 |
*smiles past the bottle* Not enough? |
| Livia Vlcek |
06/07/15 |
*plops down on the couch next to Jackson*
*nudges with elbow*
*holds out a beer*
*stares at nothing* Do you think that maybe there's an alternate universe out there staring back at us? Like we're pawns in a game of chess?
*blinks and looks at her beer* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/29/14 |
'Stay calm, Caitlyn.' She rehearsed into her head. It wasn't a time to give up, nor was it a time to break in front of a police station. Though the bounce to her step was gone. The pimp to her stride was paralyzed. The click of her heels replaced with plastic flops against the pavement.After she broke off the hug she saw his smile, and at least it was a sincere one. It made a small one resurface to her features, even as she tried to hide the mess she had become. Though asking him to bail her out of a jail was a slight cry out of how far she had fallen recently.
"Ok, are you sure you want to know? It's going to disappoint you." Because when she misbehaved, she wasn't really a bad girl. Drinking out of the milk carton via mouth was typically how far she had gone criminal wise. Or the occasional lockup after the wolf gained complete control. The stronger she became was only good because the wolf was kept at bay. Yet with the current circumstances it had started to regain more control. She reached an arm around him and cushioned her head against his shoulder on the trip to the bike. Caitlyn took his hand and sat behind him on the bike. "Can we go to..hmm..a coffee shop? I just want to smell the coffee." One point for odd. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/25/14 |
Exaggeration took possession of her thoughts and her actions. She must have been pressed up into the corner of the cell for hours. Her knees up against her chest, as her bunk mates rambled on about their wrong doings of getting put into jail. Just in those few minutes it took Jackson to at least get to where she was, she learned the toothbrush was a terrifying weapon. It almost made her question if she ever wanted to hold one in her grasp again. Tears trailed down her cheek, that she instantly caught on the back of her thumb. Being what she was she had witnessed and even worked with vicious animals. Newly turned werewolves that hadn't learned control were a cake walk to these girls.
Her hands trailed down from her face to fidget with her jumpsuit. Then she heard the name, "Emerson" it took quite a few minutes to dawn on her that they meant her. She would of easily responded to Noire. Hanging her legs over the bunk she slipped off the top. Not expecting the shank to be delivered to her side, and that was ill fate for the one that had taken upon themselves to voice her departure that way. "Lock down" The words meant nothing to her as her hand closed around the woman's throat and she tossed her as far from her as she could. She removed the toothbrush shank from her abdomen, as the guard escorted her to where she would see the light of day.
The man behind the counter glanced to Jackson, and opened a file drawer taking out a lengthy folder."Caitlyn Emerson. Yeah she is here. I'll have one of the guards usher her back in after the paperwork." Paperwork that probably if recreated would equal the sum of a whole tree. Meanwhile the guard took out the sharpened toothbrush out of her side. "Alright look. It looks like you made bail. Let's get this..."his voice trailed as the injury had already started to slowly regenerate to normal. Caitlyn had became very silent during this transition. They gave her a plastic bag with her items she had been incarcerated with. When the metal door was opened by the keypad, she inner squealed in delight. Her long lashes batted to the guard, "Can I keep my orange jumpsuit?" The guard shook his head and pointed her in the direction of the public bathroom. A familiar person flickered in the corner of her eye, so he had came.
After what felt like hours of final decrees and inmate release forms. She was released to Jackson, and she walked up to him in orange flip flops. Sheesh what was she thinking about the wardrobe? Then again someone doesn't just randomly say 'Oh I'm going to wear this because I'm getting arrested.' Blue-green eyes had already started to water. "Thank you Jackson. I'm sorry to bother you..but it was really scary in there." She pouts slightly, and even finds it sadder that they didn't give her the orange jumpsuit permanently. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/23/14 |
After each word she darted her eyes from the phone to the guard sworn to keep her contained. He could have spoke coldly the words, but at least someone was there to tell her everything would be okay. She hunched closer to the phone, and even though it was hooked to the wall tried to bring it against her bosom for just comfort. Like she had done for Noah when he was a child, yet she was the child in this situation herself.
Everything shook from her vocals to the fingers that held the receiver to her lips. "Oh...o..ookay." She spoke through deep breaths as she tried to hold onto her composure. It was times like these technology was in her favor, because they could easily paint a picture. A picture of someone strong, but Caitlyn, to those who knew her closely, knew she wasn't strong at all mentally. Sure, she had abs of steal, and if she used it probably a good right hook.
However, those muscles were there because the self destructive beast that lurked inside her. Her tone was meek, and he asked the inevitable question. Where the blood hell was she? Blue-green eyes flickered panicking over the details of the room. Most of the words on the papers were too legal smegal for her to understand. She glanced to the guard as his steps paused in front of her. "Excuse me, gent. Where am I?" The small voice carried barely audible for a question, and the guard pried the receiver from her hand. Only to murmur the location before the phone was slammed into the cradle. Something along the lines of "California state prison."
The authoritative figure glanced to the redhead, and took hold of her wrist tugging her towards her fate. "I have my eye on you, Emerson." |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/23/14 |
A million questions jogged in her mind on repeat. For the love of oranges, what if he wasn't even home? What if he was asleep? How the hell would she get out of this place now? A guard stood a few feet from her with a tranquilizer ready. Please, as if she were some sort of..
Her fingers twirled the spiral chord of the the phone nervously. The chills pierced down her spine, was there really a reason for a place like this to be so cold? Caitlyn's brows furrowed as finally her prayers or lack thereof were answered. His voice could have been demonic itself, but she wouldn't have cared.
" Hello Jackson, it's Cait. Sorry to bother you, but I need you to bail me out. Please I'm..scared."
Where the bloody hell would she tell him to go? Surely there had to be some sign of where she had gotten into trouble at. It could have been right in front of her face, but her eyes darted frightened even over the slightest bit of information. Nothing was holding in her mind, and all she could see was the guard readying himself to escort her to her cell. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/21/14 |
It had been quite some time since she was alone in her apartment. No child to run around, no toys to be picked up, no husband watching the football. She didn't even know how it had happened, or how to get herself out of the mess she did. It felt like a matter of seconds had passed, as the guards clutched onto her arms and dragged her in. All she could muster out of her throat was a demanding voice, "I get one call!" Which under most guidelines she was correct. After they had taken her possessions they gave her some time to make her one plea of escape.
At least they gave her an orange jumpsuit, but even that didn't even crack a smirk. Her fingers wrapped around the phone, as she lifted it from the receiver. The dial tone was her companion, because as her mind raced through the people to call. Eden, Alex, Dane, Julliet, they were all gone. Her eyes closed as she felt the water build up behind them. The small breaths staggered and became less frequent when the first tear dropped down her cheek. There was only one other number she knew. At least she could hope, that he hadn't left too. Trembled fingers touched against the cold numbers on the keypad and she heard the ring. "Jackson..Pick up.." |
| Livia Vlcek |
09/09/14 |
*hands Jackson the beer* Company is always welcomed. |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/13/14 |
I shouldn't?
*takes another sip of her beer*
But I drink alone all the time...
*dangles the unopened bottle between she and Jackson*
Whatever should I do with this extra beer then?
*ponders* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/13/14 |
*wanders by with two bottles of Dead Pony Club*
*takes a sip of the open one*
*gives a devious grin* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
08/10/14 |
*sneaks back and connects sink to a keg of jack*
*hides to watch reaction*
*is one with the wall*
|
| Caitlyn Darrow |
08/10/14 |
*Shouts back* You're welcome!
I hid all your rum friends!
You'll thank me later!
*ponders good hiding spot when he notices all the rum is gone*
|
| Caitlyn Darrow |
08/10/14 |
*Stares*
*throws orange*
*Runs away, flailing*
|
| Roman Pierce |
05/09/14 |
Atta boi! *cackles* |
| Roman Pierce |
05/09/14 |
Congrats...now share your secret, I won't tell anyone *shifty eyes* |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/08/14 |
*blinks* Um...okies. *runs* |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/08/14 |
Sure! *tosses another kitten* Dessert! *nods* |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/08/14 |
*throws kittens at* |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
04/18/14 |
 |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/08/14 |
*reads the note* D'awwww...*whispers out to the night* Chur already cooler.
Thank you! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/07/14 |
*le gasp!* How...how could she?! *weeps* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/07/14 |
*shifty eyes* She's ebil? |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/07/14 |
Tell me if you need moar. I'll supply you with an army of brooms. *shakes fist* She must be defeated!!!!! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/07/14 |
*slinks up to Jackson*
*smiles*
I officially give you permission to beat the blonde out of Eden...with a broom.
*hands broom* Now you two can have a battle royale with cleaning utensils. |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/04/14 |
*waves* Ok! |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/04/14 |
*stares* Eden wants a mop? Really? *bites lip* I did not know this. I will have to procure one for her then! *runs off* |
| Livia Vlcek |
04/04/14 |
*cants head* Odd. I gave that milk to Eden. *furrows brow* She doesn't like milk as gifts? *taps chin with an index finger* Maybe she would like cheese instead? |
| Adara Litvinova |
03/31/14 |
Welcome! If you proceed to the front entrance, you can pick up your stripper packet. Pasties and thongs are much needed in this line of work. Again, welcome home! |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
03/26/14 |
*Wraps an arm around his waist.*
You always were somewhat of a drifter?
*Grins and takes the opportunity to gnaw on the orange.*
Thanks! Well..you know me and trouble. I did get knocked up while you were gone?
|
| Caitlyn Darrow |
03/25/14 |
*Giggles*
Well, well, well Jackson. Where have you been hiding?
*Stares at orange*
Are you going to eat that? |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
03/25/14 |
*Stares*
*Pokes at face*
*Shoves orange in mouth*
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