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Last five threads posted in:
ForumSubjectLast Post
LondonDuck and Cover
Created by Gray Taylor
10/16/19
Moscow[SL] Hysteria Siberiana
Created by Claire Thompson
10/02/19
New York[SL] Make a Deal
Created by Gray Taylor
09/18/19
New YorkLadder to the Stars
Created by Gray Taylor
08/29/19
LondonWith our thoughts, we make the world
Created by Gray Taylor
08/23/19
Bodhi Jones 10/10/19 "You take paint and a brush, and you put it on canvas." It comes out short and rather snarly, and Bodhi turns away if only to compose himself. An apologetic glance is cast Gray's way and after a few short breaths, he finally smiles, small as it is. "I'm sorry. I just hate it here. I don't think I'll ever be warm again..." As if to prove his point, he shivers violently, pulling the sweater more tightly around him. The hesitation pulsates between them and, almost angrily, Bodhi casts a hand through it, needing to touch him to ensure that he still can. Almost relieved as his fingers touch the skin of Gray's hand, he retreats, breathing a little easier. "Come on, I'll show you..."
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
Apparently you're too busy with golden retrievers.
Seriously. Duck.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
I'm going to convince you when I throw a phone book at your f-cking head when you walk into the manor.
Don't forget to duck.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
You keep saying that like you're trying to convince yourself.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
God. I'm going to throw up.

Gray
I'll explain once you get here. And leave your pet at the airport unless you want to give him a rude f-cking awakening.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
Sweet Christ, are you bringing a f-cking golden retriever? Since when do you give a flying f-ck what people think of you?

Gray
I was picked up by a psychopath with an agenda. Sort of like you, but willing to get his hands dirty and isn't into brisket.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
Fine. Just get here.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
Why the f-ck would I care about whoever the f-ck you're talking about, I'ms;;sijdf

Gray
I dropped my f-cking phone.
Look. I'm in a bad way. I need you to come to London.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
I can't even count the ways I'm going to wring your f-cking neck.
We need to meet somewhere.
London, if you can make it.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
It's a long story.
But the short version...
Think of it as BDSM, except no rockets on deck.
In other news, my crew is gone.
Victor Lockheed 10/09/19 Gray
I'm not dead.
We need to talk.
Bodhi Jones 09/24/19 Bodhi doesn't have the answers, and this fact sings loudly in the sigh that leaves his lungs. However, his ears prickle at the last, sending a network of chilling bumps down his spine and along his skin. What then, indeed...

Rising more slowly, he closes the distance between them with a careful step, a hand coming up to rest groundingly on Gray's cheek. It's a moment before their eyes meet, his counterpart leaning into the touch with a lidded gaze, but when they do, the darker man will smile adoringly. He hears the unspoken whisper of the heart, and it is mutual. Which is why he would follow him anywhere.

Even to Siberia, and an ex-lover's home.

"I go where you go," and accept whatever karma that earns me. "But there must be peace in what paths we follow."
Bodhi Jones 09/24/19 "I understand your fear," he begins slowly, voice soft as it caresses the delicacy of this particular root, "but we cannot guarantee our safety anywhere." It's a harsh truth, uncertain and ambiguous, but it stands to reason. They have no idea the state of the rest of the world, considering they have no real handle on the problem around them. "Isolating ourselves presents more danger than protection, if we look at this objectively."

Leaning forward, his gaze imploring, he begs him to see his own reasoning. "What will they do in our name, should we leave them to their vice grip on our personas? What happens if they are in Siberia, waiting, with just as much hold on us there as here? Only now, we're effectively alone? You may not care about the state of those around you, you may have no perceived stake in the lives that exist alongside our own... But I do. And what we do, how we react... matters."

Having said his piece, Bodhi leans back in the chair, laying the proverbial choice at his door. "There may not be much we can do, Gray, and even less to make a difference. But would you rather run and hide, or stand and face it, if the outcome is the same either way?"
Jasper Thompson 09/24/19 Gray
You're welcome.
Jasper Thompson 09/24/19 Gray
I learned long ago to not be surprised by your antics, Gray.

Gray
The offer stands.

Gray
Don't worry, we will remain with our crew.
Jasper Thompson 09/24/19 Gray
Siberia is open to you and the girls.

Gray
I wouldn't tell Claire where you're going, though.
Jasper Thompson 09/24/19 Gray
Then you are as well-informed on our situation as I am, no?

Gray
Do you have a plan?
Bodhi Jones 09/24/19 With a downward lilt of his mouth, his fingers will brush lightly across Gray's forearm in silent apology for his lapse in tact. Bodhi knows what drives his upset; it is more than warranted, and he would be loathe to watch him live through such atrocities again. He simply fears that running is a fruitless endeavor, as this particular brand of trouble seems unlikely to fester in one place alone.

Rubbing at his face, he sinks into one of two chairs that occupy the small space, indicating with a wave that Gray should claim the other. "Alright," he sighs, making his best effort to retain what little positivity he can muster in the face of such an ugly situation, "so we rush off into the sunset and hole ourselves up somewhere remote." One eyebrow lifts, the ghost of a smile alighting his face in question. What then? it repeats wordlessly, just before the expression sobers, leaving him tired and unguarded. "Would you have us hide away until someone else exterminates this problem? I pinned you as more controlling over your own destiny." It's a weak attempt at nonchalance, and he seals it with a wink before exhaling swiftly.

"I will do what makes you feel comfortable. But this... I worry this will solve nothing."
Jasper Thompson 09/24/19 Gray
About as bad as you'd expect.
Then again, how can you expect something like this.

Gray
You and the girls are safe?
Bodhi Jones 09/24/19 Bodhi is not prone to anxiety. Whatever will be, well... He's long since destroyed the illusion of control. That being said, the text exchange has him sitting up in bed and, just as succinctly, getting up and fidgeting with things placed around the room. He's nervous for Gray, and every noise outside his barred door has him glancing around with bated breath.

Finally, a text arrives, and he's at the door in the space of a heartbeat.

Relief quickly gives way to uncertainty, and reflexively, his eyes glance to the door and back to Gray's worried stare. He laughs, hollowly, running a hand through his dark hair as he considers the magnitude of their situation. "Overrun?" he will ask, if only to buy himself a moment.

He knows full well what Gray is referring to. He'd been privvy to the odd comings and goings of the crew, watching people he knew behaving in ways so unlike them as to seem entirely, hair-raisingly bizarre. But who is he to judge. That's what he'd told himself anyway, and continued on in blissful, purposeful ignorance. Now, that luxury has died, executed before his very eyes in the form of poorly shielded horror written across his partner's face.

"And if there's nowhere to run..."

Then what?
Bodhi Jones 09/17/19 Text: Gray
I'll be waiting.
Stay safe.
Bodhi Jones 09/17/19 There is an undeniable shift that even the least-attuned could feel in the air around them. It weighs heavily, almost suffocating, leaving one exhausted and feeling rather ill.

So Bodhi naps.

The text chimes in and as if he naturally knows the sender, he begins the short jaunt to the waking world. One eye opens, focusing on the phone, then the other. He picks it up and, once overcoming the momentary blindness, reads and retreads the message. So Gray had felt it, too...

Text: Gray
I'm already here, in my room.
Are you alright?
Need me to come to you?
Kenna Callaghan 09/15/19 "Don't take this the wrong way, but smiling is an odd look for you. A good scowl and a RBF seems much more you speed. But, what do I know?" Kenna shrugs.
Kira Garrett 09/15/19 She couldn't help but to let out a yelp as he grabbed the finger that had been previously been at his chest. Narrowing her eyes, her words came out in a snarl. "I don't know what you're up to, Taylor. But this stops now."
Kira Garrett 09/15/19 The woman took a few steps towards him, her finger digging into his chest. "I don't know what the hell you're up to, Taylor, but stop following me."
Kira Garrett 09/15/19 "Can you stop f-cking staring at me?! It's creepy." Her words come out in a growl. All day, she had been walking around town, turning around to see Gray staring at her. After catching him, yet again, she had enough.
Liam Moore 09/13/19
This was going Great
Contemplates
Proceeds to follow
Liam Moore 09/13/19 *Stalks*
*Super casually*
*Nothing to worry about*
Jameson Orlav 09/12/19
Liam Moore 09/04/19 Be sure to RSVP to myself or Melinoe via message as soon as you can! We have a lot of fun activities planned and we would love to make this mixer as big as we can! I hope to see you there!
Elowen Jocosta 08/28/19 Nothing, there was complete and utter silence while he stared at her with his cold gaze. He did not like her, at all. It was probably safe to assume that out of everyone around he was the one that would actually kill her if she pushed too hard. Still, she was intrigued by is stoicism. She had never met anyone so serious before in her life. So she took a step closer and tilted her head up looking him directly in the eyes. She too said nothing but just stared, though, it probably wasn't as intimidating of a stare as his.
Kira Garrett 08/28/19 -scrunches her nose-
May I help you?
Gray Taylor just failed at stealing money from you.
Elowen Jocosta 08/23/19 -stumbles across Gray-
-stares at-
-contemplates touching-
-tucks hands into pockets-
"Hello, there."
Bishop Orlav 08/23/19 A sharp tongue as always. The hint of a grin tugged ta the corner of his mouth before speaking. "Ah, yes, I do pull it off rather well, don't I?"Shrugging his shoulders he turned his back to the man. "Something is different about you. Maybe it's the company you keep, hm?" Bishop would never outright say it, but he was glad to see a shift in Gray. Of course, in their first meeting, he had meant to use Gray's knowledge for his own gain. Now, things were different. Gray was one of his people; and he wanted his people to be happy. "Oh, by the way, My timeline has been expedited. If you don't mind, when you have a minute, I will need to discuss some matters with you involving my situation."
Bishop Orlav 08/22/19 -leans against wall-
"Greetings, Gray."
-crosses arms-
-clicks tongues-
"You are looking well, mon ami, have you done something new with your hair?"
Claire Thompson 08/21/19 Gray
Oh, good. I'm surprising Sarah with a trip to Iceland while you're away then. It's beautiful this time of year.
Don't worry, my phone is always on me, and I'll forward all calls to me personally.
Keep me posted about any travel or schedule changes.
And do enjoy yourself, too.
Claire Thompson 08/21/19 Gray
I'll handle it.
Do you want a return flight?
Or would you rather play it by ear?
...we don't have to come, do we?
Claire Thompson 08/20/19 Gray
Quite.
I'm thrilled for you.
Claire Thompson 08/20/19 Gray
Are you?
It's going well?
Claire Thompson 08/20/19 Gray
What is it?
Bodhi Jones 08/19/19 His hickory gaze follows Gray out the door through the slits in his eyelids, a frown taking up its place neatly. "Be careful," he calls after softly, though the nagging feeling that this has nothing to do with his work is powerful and persistent. Alas, it isn't business that was made to be his own, so he settles into a state of restless calm, as odd of a place as it is to be.
Bodhi Jones 08/19/19 "Ah," he nods, settling once more into himself, eyes drifting shut lazily. "Just don't be too hard on yourself. We all make mistakes, and you can't please everyone." A fact he knows all too well and doesn't bother concerning himself with any longer. "No repercussions, I hope."
Bodhi Jones 08/19/19 A contented hum is Gray's answer, though he does open one eye to give him a once-over. The gaze halts on the obvious strain on his face, and a light frown pulls annoyingly at Bodhi's mouth. "Everything alright?" It's a soft inquiry, allowing his companion to divulge as much or as little as he desires.

He's never one to pry.
Bodhi Jones 08/19/19 Text: Gray
Somehow, I think I can manage.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/19 Gray
Read 10:28am
Jasper Thompson 08/19/19 Gray
You're such a f-cking coward.
Don't f-ck up the new one too much.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/19 Gray
You're absolutely right, it's not about me. Glad that you've come to terms with that, too.
This is about my f-cking crew, and what you've done to betray them.
We had a f-cking agreement, Gray.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/19 Gray
And you didn't think this was something you should tell your allies?
And please, don't start with the scorned lover bullsh-t.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/19 Gray
What does that mean?
What about Seventh Circle?
Jasper Thompson 08/19/19 Gray
Mack said she hasn't heard from Victor in a while.
Is everything okay?
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
Is that supposed to act as punishment?
Hopefully you'll still like me when I'm fat.
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
And yet, so often our plans don't go to...
Well, plan.
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
Not at all.
I just make no promises.
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
Best to cross that bridge when we get to it.
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
Undoubtedly.
Just don't blame me if things go awry.
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
Ah, not good.
Or haven't you noticed?
Intense game of cards coming up?
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
It's like you're trying to get me killed. Bored of me already?
I will gladly accept the invitation.
There's a woman in Pembroke who makes heavenly pastries, and I haven't paid her a visit in too long.
I'm sure she'll reward us greatly for the trip.
Bodhi Jones 08/18/19 Text: Gray Taylor
You give me too much credit.
A schedule?
I don't have a Claire, remember?
Jewel 08/17/19 -...'s-
Oh, fudge.

Another time, perhaps?

Jewel 08/17/19 Do we?
Nah, I see it right there.
-points still-
Jewel 08/16/19 Hey!
-was passing by-
Think you have something on your shirt..
-points-
Bodhi Jones 08/16/19 Hickory hues, alight with mischief, land on his face before glancing away to hide a smirk. He never was good at a mask, expression freely giving out all his secrets. "They have high expectations, do they not? It would do you a disservice to disappoint." Suffice it to say, he does it all for Gray's benefit.
Bodhi Jones 08/13/19 Bodhi scoffs, ushering his concern away with a flick of his wrist. "Fvck your reputation, I have no interest in such things. And I hardly have time for revenge." It doesn't keep the smile from his eyes though, his name a soothing lullabye, spoken in such a way. "Besides, am I really such a detriment to your precious rap?"
Bodhi Jones 08/13/19 "Will you at least call me by my first name at dinner?" There's a flat note in his voice, though his demeanor hardly changes, the smile ever present. He softens all the more at Gray's apparent discomfort, donning his most supportive air. "Come now, I'm sure they're just excited on your behalf. Happiness is contagious, after all." There's no need to hide the smirk as it practically drips from every syllable.
Bodhi Jones 08/13/19 With an expression of wicked amusement, he nods, as if the prospect of her upset is perfectly understandable. "Maybe we should do dinner, then. I'd hate to keep them in suspense. I do imagine it is them?" he tacks on with an inquisitive upward lilt to his his brow.
Andy Codin 08/13/19 Congratulations on ranking. You did a great job
EtaineNightBreed 08/12/19 Congrats on the new rank!
WildKat 08/12/19 Congrats on Ranking!
Elowen Jocosta 08/11/19 Elowen was on edge her brain felt like it was malfunctioning. One minute she would be okay, accepting this world and all the crazy that went with it, while other times she felt like she 't couldn't remember her own name and everything around her seemed like a terrrible nightmare. She was on the brink of losing herself completely when she felt a presence enter her conciousness. The slight feel of something brushing against Elowen triggered her, snapping around she shouted out at the intruder.

"No, don't, DON'T, don't." She rambled on for her nonsensical chant for a few moments until her eyes could process what was unfolding before them. "G-Gray?" She guzzeled in a breath of air she didn't need and then released it through pinched lips. She needed to let her mind calm. "Wh-What the hell are you doing?"

Gray Taylor just failed at stealing money from you!
Bodhi Jones 08/09/19 Pretty much constantly.
moves to follow
Privacy is overrated anyway.
You learn to ignore it's need when there's none to be found.
grins, tilting chin as if to point the two of them out
You'll get used to it no time, I imagine.
Bodhi Jones 08/09/19 tries to hold it
can't, relaxes reflexively

Not business, but still your work.
You're much more guarded around your family.
I'll try not to take that too personally.
isn't serious either
Bodhi Jones 08/09/19 fixed stare
brow quirks

I've seen you at work.
Twice now.
Did you forget?
feigned hurt
Bodhi Jones 08/09/19 Oh, wow, is that your expert lawyering?
Just let me know when you want to give it back.
We can negotiate then.
Bodhi Jones 08/09/19 blank stare
You have a sister, no?
Two, from the looks of it.
And you don't come off as the cooking type.
smirks, arms fold over chest
Fine, soul's yours, but don't say I didn't try to stop you.
Spring Summers 08/08/19 Memoist
That makes the ****ing two of us. Do you think I want to be ****ing choking on dirt? NO. I can't ****ing talk either. I'M THROWING A ****ING HEADSTONE AT THE NEXT MOTHER ****ER THAT STARES AT ME. ****ING BULL ****. I'M GOING TO STAB A MEMO THROUGH THEIR FACE SO THEY CAN CHOKE ON **** TOO.
Spring Summers 08/08/19 Memoist
Paddington Cemetery choking on ****ing dirt.
Spring Summers 08/08/19 Memoist
That punk b*tch arse's name is Douchlav. Oi, where the **** are you then? I have a ****ing problem.
Jameson Orlav 08/08/19 Ray
Aren't you just as pleasant as I remember.
Spring Summers 08/08/19 Memoist
GET OUT OF MY CLOSET WANKER
Bodhi Jones 08/08/19 squints
Your lawyer tactics won't work on me.
My soul is not so easily won.
Unless...
lengthy once-over
You cook?
Bodhi Jones 08/08/19 eye roll
Settle down, you've hardly earned the right to my soul.
Besides, no contracts, remember?
Bodhi Jones 08/07/19 quirks brow
...I can't tell, are you advocating for or against the contract?
Do I have to sign my soul over to you?
Samantha Winchester 08/07/19 +smiles a bit embarrassed+
" Oh I am sorry Mr.Gray.Samanatha Winchester Codin. I am sure we will. I hope your stay is a long one."
Bodhi Jones 08/07/19 Ever the lawyer, aren't you.
I'd like to keep the contracts out of our friendship, if you don't mind.
smirks
Gives the illusion of choice, wouldn't you say?
Bishop Orlav 08/07/19 All he had to give was a defeated shrug. Jameson wanted it made clear just how off limits Bishop was. He would be lying if he said he despised it. "He asked, I delivered. Simple as that."

Turning on his heel he began to head back down the hall."I assure you we shall. Sooner than you think."
Bodhi Jones 08/07/19 Probably dead in the ground, if it ever existed at all.
nods seriously, then laughs
I'll rely on you for that sort of thing, deal?
You may get random calls in the middle of the night, inquiring as to the level of attention I should give to a small kitchen fire.
Can you handle it?
Bodhi Jones 08/07/19 shrugs
What's that to do with me?
There are people all around us, every day, who are deranged and worse.
If I start worrying over it now, I'll become deranged myself.
Bodhi Jones 08/07/19 squints
squints more
approaches, still not trusting his eyes

Well, fvck me, it's you.
Are you following me?
Elowen Jocosta 08/07/19 Elowen should likely proceed with caution, for all she knew she could be spilling her guts to an officer of the law. Not that she would ever admit her own crimes to him but she could be arrested for aiding any known murderers. She had spent some time in jail before and she wasn't very keen on going back. That's how Elowen should have proceeded but her mind was in a tizzy lately and she couldn't control the things that she let burst out of her.

"I think you might be surprised with the amount of pride the murderers have in themselves. They are a very showy lot around these parts. But  if you haven't come to kill Mr. Jones, why are you so keen to find him? I hear he is rather mundane."
Jameson Orlav 08/06/19 "If you keep saying sh-t like that I'm going to fall in love with you."
Bishop Orlav 08/06/19 "Everything happens for a reason, non?"Same as they had first met he twirled a knife between his fingers. Given their previous meeting he would assume Gray knew it was not a show of intimidation; just a tick. "Jameson also welcomes you; when I told my husband of our previous meeting he thought it right I extend his hospitality to you."He also saw it fit to remove the man's hands but luckily Bishop required him in tact. For now, he'd keep that between them. "If you require anything, I am always around."

Elowen Jocosta 08/06/19 I suppose I could do that. Unless of course you plan to murder him. Then I dont think it would be wise for me to get entangled in that dispute. My hands are bloody enough on my own. So? Do you plan to murder him?"

Elowen's mind couldn't be trusted and the fact that her first thought was to accuse someone she just met of being a potential homicidal maniac was proof of her own sanity. Or rather lack of sanity. Elowen twitched slightly as she mentally berated her own paranoid rudeness. 

"Sorry. I'm not to be trusted " Clearly Elowen was a genius at selling herself.
Bishop Orlav 08/06/19 -stares-
-gives nod-
"Seems fate has brought us together once more, Monsieur Taylor."
"Welcome."
Elowen Jocosta 08/06/19 Elowen watched him remove her hand from his being and she couldn't stifle the chuckle that fell from her lips. What was it with all of the people in this place? They all tensed up like  some anti social constipated creature that would shrivel up and die from the slightest contact from anything other than the air. Apparantly everyone here liked to be the stoic, unaaproachable, bad boy/girl vibe. Elowen hadn't gotten that memo. Still she respected the man's space and took a step back.

"Can't say that I have."
Samantha Winchester 08/06/19 Welcome to the coven. My name is Sammi if you are ever in need of something please look for me.
WildKat 08/06/19 Welcome to the Coven.
Elowen Jocosta 08/06/19 -goes to inspect new Coven mate-
-gazes at-
-tilts head-
-steps closer-
-puts hand on chest-
"Yes, I think you'll do. Welcome to Wahnsinn."
Shadwyn Drake 08/06/19 Welcome to the coven!
Bishop Orlav 08/06/19 A soft hum emitted from the man in contemplation. "All very fascinating." From the information gathered he could only assume two possible reasons for his lack of completion regarding his own deal. Either the broker was dangling it infront of him as a deterrent or he simply could not fulfill his end of the bargain. If it were the latter then the situation was, as Gray had put it, catastrophic for the dealer.

As he mulled over the conversation he gazed off into the distance. Maybe he'd have to pay a visit to Paris sometime soon. Slowly, he rose from his seat. Bishop had gotten the information he had desired; though he was not done yet. Snatching a nearby pen he began to scribble on a stray piece of paper, not caring what was on it. When he was finished a phone number was left.

Once the pen was put down he reached out a hand. "I appreciate all the information, Gray. If you do not mind, I would like to have your business information in case I require your expertise. Don't worry." He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "I will pay you however you desire for your services. This I swear."
Bodhi Jones 08/04/19 Sarcasm drips from the man's tongue, and Bodhi can't help the low snicker that answers. The smile remains all the while, through the gathering of the fallen comrade, the gifted glare, and the stalking off. If Gray were to look back a single time, he would see him still amidst the milling people, watching, offering a solitary wave of good-bidding.
Bodhi Jones 08/04/19 A low oof follows on the heels of the shoulder check, an amicable reaction to someone simply lost in their own world. Deepset eyes rise to the would-be assailant, taking in his neat appearance and busy manner, and he bows his head in acknowledgment, an easy smile touching his lips. A smile not returned in the slightest. Normally, such a thing would be brushed off; he takes nothing personally. Trying days, however, can demand their own salves, and Karma is currently on his side. The stranger's distraction seemingly slips right out of his hand, as if it had transformed to butter right before their very eyes. Phone meets cement, and shatters stupendously, and Bodhi can only offer a cant of his head. "Shame, that. But hey," he continues, a hand clapping down onto his shoulder, "at least you'll be able to watch where you're going now."
Bishop Orlav 08/04/19 Catastrophic.

That caught Bishop's attention. Suddenly, the pieces were slowly starting to align into some semblance of a puzzle. One wouldn't want their catastrophic failure to be known to those who employ them. Bishop was well aware of the contract he had signed up for and, yet, he was left unfulfilled. Yet, he remained in his predicament.

Leaning forward he listened with more fascination. "Exceptions," rolled from his tongue curiously. "What would constitute an exception? And if such a deal was ruled as one, would those involved be informed of the circumstance before moving forward?"

The corner of his mouth pulled upward teasing at smirk. "Monsieur Taylor,all that you have said is music to my ears." A finger raised to signify he had a single question left. "Now, say the original dealer could not fulfill the agreement. Could a contract be transferred to a new broker?" Options, that was all he was searching for. Whether or not he wanted his desires fulfilled or not was still up in the air. For now, he'd gather information.
Bishop Orlav 08/04/19 "That we can agree on, Gray. I said I was not a fan, I never said I was not owned." Bishop would dangle that tid bit of information before Gray knowing it would tug the curiosity in the man. Little did he know that was his true reason for their current meeting. He needed an expert.

A hand waved dismissively at the man's basic synopsis. "Yes, yes, I am aware of all that. However, what if, say, you are not capable of fulfilling the deal?" He let his question sink in for a moment before continuing. "Hypothetically, a contract is drawn up, signed but in the end you are not capable of providing what was promised?"

The circumstance he was in had been drawn out for far too long. Not knowing any such deal brokers who so blatantly flaunt their capabilities he knew no other option aside from the one who sat before him. "What, then, would happen with a deal? Would it not become null and void?"
Bishop Orlav 08/04/19 Bishop gave his own firm shake, the warmth of Gray's hand filling his own cold palm for but a moment. The man's steely demeanor faltered with curiosity as Gray made his proposition. Slowly Bishop leaned in towards the man, bracing his hands against the desk so he may support himself. Blue hues met with Gray's.

"Oh, Monsieur Taylor, I am flattered you think I have a soul to give." His glanced looked away into the distance as he continued to tease at the man. "Besides, I am not a fan of being owned. Soul or otherwise."Once more their eyes met before he returned back to his chair.

"However, I may know a person who would be interested in deals such as yours.I simply wish to understand the process. The rules." Once more, he was not telling lies but simply withholding the full truth. Gray had his interest, but not his trust.
Bishop Orlav 08/02/19 Hearing the man's rates brought a finely groomed brow into an arch. From his rear pocket he retrieved a clean stack of bills he began to flip through, counting the amount in his head. After double checking the amount he tossed it onto the desk so it would slide just infront of Gray. "Twenty four hundred, just in case."

With his introduction the Frenchman reached out a pale hand. "I am called Bishop." His gazed watched Gray's every move for any change in body language; the body reflected the mind better than words in some cases. "I have heard much of you, Monsieur Taylor. Some good. Some bad. All fascinating." Whether he accepted the hand or not it would return to cradle Bishop's smooth face as his elbow rested on his knee to support it.

"Tell me, how does it feel to make good on a deal?"Vague as it was, he knew Gray would understand his meaning. "To watch it all come to an end, the dénouement. I want to hear your point of view."
Bishop Orlav 08/01/19 A savant. Bishop had expected him to catch on but not so soon. Though impressed his features remained statuesque as ever. So far very few had seen right through the man's bluffs. Without even knowing it, Gray had been answering all Bishop's unspoken questions. Just as he'd hoped.

"One gifted in the art of illusion can see a bluff clear as day, non?" His glance locked onto Gray's. A troubled mind swam behind man's weathered eyes even Bishop could see. A leg crossed over the other as he made himself at home in the chair. "As of right now, I desire your time. And not much of it."

Arms crossed over his chest, an odd quirk he had taken up when trying to make conversation. "I will have you know I have not lied to you. I have frequently seen you in passing. I make it a habit to not speak a lie, so take that as you will." Leaning forward he unclasped his arms and adjusted his posture so he may take a more attentive one. "My question to you is what can I trade for your time?"
Bishop Orlav 08/01/19 Taking the threat in stride he made his way into a chair, reclining comfortably into it all the while studying the man. Of course, Bishop already knew who he was. Would he let on his knowledge of such information? Of course not. That would ruin the fun. "No need for hostilities. I have simply seen you in passing. Frequently, really." Bright blue hues glanced about at his surroundings, feigning ignorance. "Socializing has never been my strong suit. And this-" The knife was raised. "Is to deter the weak so I don't waste my time. Yet, you are unmoved." Folding the blade back into the body it was slid into the pocket of his jeans.

"Why is that?"
Bishop Orlav 08/01/19 -stares-
-clicks tongue-
"Bonjour."
-twirls knife around finger-
"Tell me, can you do anything...fun?"
Katherine Murray 07/15/19 -stares-
-shrugs-
-stalks-
Jasper Thompson 05/26/19 "Me, too.." For a moment, he is overcome with emotion for the one on the other end of the line, reminded just how much of an anchor he is, and the deal that had been struck just hours ago. Clearing his throat, it takes effort to push the inevitable from his mind and press on. "I'll leave her behind with Mackenzie, under the guise of preparation." He knew better than to lock her up, perhaps better than anyone else, given his own history. "It'll give us the headstart we'll need... Oh, and do me a favor?" This time, the humor is undeniable. "Try not to have me shot this go around."
Jasper Thompson 05/26/19 "You don't have to play a part." Just like that, Jasper offers the man a way out, one he rightfully deserves. "I can whisk her away and do this myself. I've done it before," he adds with a humorless chuckle. And then, "but Claire doesn't hold a grudge, not really. She's smart, and she understands the raw necessity of things. It's why her and Elias got on so well. And Sarah, well..." He shrugs, knowing Gray couldn't see. It is more a gesture to ward off his own dread in the face of hurting the girl he's grown so fond of in such a short time. "I'm only interested in prolonging her life. We do things, for the ones we love, remember?" The ghost of a smile is in his tone, simultaneously apologetic and unrepentant.
Jasper Thompson 05/26/19 She has nothing to offer.

He doesn't respond, feeling the pang of regret and, deeper down, fear. Fear for Sarah, fear for Claire, fear for Gray... And, deeper still, himself. When the time came, could she do it? Could he, in the terrible circumstance of her demise? Did they have a choice?

"It's important that she feels, Gray." The fight has gone from his voice, from himself, and he sinks heavily into a chair with Atlas' burdens weighing on his shoulders. "She has all this pent up emotion that hasn't been released, and I have to draw it out of her." Staring ahead, unseeing, he is quiet, deliberating. "There is no better caretaker for her, than you." It's a soft admission, one they both know, but it still breaks him to give it voice. "But I have to break her foundation, so she can build a stronger, better one. Just as I did before, just as she did before. Just as you and Sarah will help her do again."
Jasper Thompson 05/26/19 Again, Jasper bites his tongue on the very retort he had for Sarah, in that he wasn't asking. The pair could stand between him and Claire if they so chose; it would not deter him from his path, and he has means beyond their own. But, tentatively, Gray remains on his side. "You know damn well it wasn't me," he snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know damn well that there was nothing I could do to stop it, either." Still, it sits in the back of his mind like a sentient gargoyle, with his peace of mind under lock and key. "It'll be fine," Jasper assures them both, with a forced certainty.
Jasper Thompson 05/26/19 Teeth grit once more, the Taylor's collectively grinding on his frayed nerves. But, at least, he'd said the telling word: think. While Jasper can hardly believe she told Gray the nature of the deal, she must have at least implied that Claire was given a free pass. "Surely you see the necessity." It wasn't a question. "We have one chance, and she must feel all she can."
Jasper Thompson 05/26/19 "Mmph," comes the gruff response, irritation flaring at his adopted sister. He has to bite back the retort of What of it? and manages, only barely. "She's upset," he continues, tone shrugging, "and she isn't thinking straight. I know what's best for my sister."
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
You have an odd way of asking for help.
If manipulation is telling her the truth, then fine.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
I wouldn't have to do this for my shrew, Gray, she can feed herself fine.
Buuuuuut....
Just lay it on thick.
You helped the girl out of a sh-t situation, you're giving her a life back, and it's only what you thought best.
I'm sure she'll come around. She's a bleeding heart, after all.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
I'm not being judgmental!
Truthfully, I think the predicament is hilarious, and I'm so glad to know I rubbed off on you at least a bit.
I'm trhinf to help, really, I just don't understand what you're wanting from me.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
Maybe?
Your guess is as good as mine.
We never got around to hashing out her line in the sand when it came to human trafficking.
Really dropped the ball there, didn't I.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
I'm sure anything is better than the sh-tshow she came from, she probably would've jumped on any offer. You still bought a human, and that's really f-cking weird.

Gray
Just give her a better life.
And good luck selling it to Claire.
Before you ask, I have no advice.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
And I'm sure she's the only one you saw.
She's hideous, no doubt?

Gray
Treating her like she's stupid doesn't make it so, Gray, and lying to her will only make her not trust you.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
You bought her for Claire?
F-ck, man, do you know her?

Gray
How do you plan on hiding an entire human from her? I mean, your lives are pretty seamlessly entwined.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
Holy sh-t.

Gray
You bought someone? You know, people don't do that anymore.

Gray
There are dating websites, Gray, for f-ck's sake. I could've been your wingman.

Gray
I can't believe you went to a meat market, ahahaha, holy sh-t.

Gray
Can't wait to hear how Claire ties into this.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
Oh, so you're saying to keep keeping an eye on Sarah, got it.

Gray
Claire's and my tolerance levels for sh-t are vastly different, so hit me.
Jasper Thompson 05/08/19 Gray
I just checked on Sarah, not even a slight fever, so it can't be that bad.
What'd you do?
Jasper Thompson 05/06/19 He opens his mouth to shrug off Gray's concern, but the creak of the door freezes the words in his throat. An apologetic smile, and he accepts the embrace for the second time, clapping him on the back before squeezing perhaps a bit harder than intended. "Love you, Gray," comes the instant response, though it weighs heavily in the air between them. As the man would pull away, Jasper cuffs the side of his face in that masculine show of affection, as much as encouragement.

"Good luck," he calls after him in soft undertones, just as Sarah would come up beside him. An arm wraps around her shoulders protectively, and he slowly turns them away and back to her room.
Jasper Thompson 05/06/19 In a display greatly out of character for the man, Gray lays out his emotions, clear and concise. He's afraid, and as he should be. So much is on the line, so much more than they ever could have expected. And Jasper had thought himself prepared for the worst, but Claire is unpredictable as he, whether she likes it or not.

Still, he holds a hand up, a signature smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "You can. Both of you. Together." Such certainty laces each word, it leaves no room for misguided doubt. "You and Claire are two of the most stubborn, intelligent, manipulative sh-theads I've ever encountered. And she'll do anything to prove anyone wrong, especially me. Be scared, Gray," he adds, nodding, "but don't doubt yourself, or her. I've trusted you from the beginning, I'm not going to stop now. Just... use you telling me to your advantage." A pointed look finds him, wary of potentially prying ears just behind him, secluded in her room.

"If I think of anything useful, I'll let you know." It's as if there hadn't been a lull in the conversation, so clean was the transition. "I'll probably find a sh-t ton of useful information around here, Elias was meticulous on keeping notes on me, so undoubtedly, Claire as well..."
Jasper Thompson 05/06/19 "Yeah, yeah," he waves it off dismissively, as they both know Jasper is incapable of such a thing. Responsibility. The word is barely in his vocabulary.

Gray thanks him, and has Jasper arching an incredulous eyebrow. "No need," and he means it. In the short time that he has known the man's rambunctious little sister, she has wormed her way into his admittedly soft heart and made a home for herself. He would see her as healthy as she could be, and as happy as he could ensure. An outsider might think their odd sibling exchange remarkably suppressive, but it works for this dysfunctional, estranged family.

An appreciative smile stretches Jasper's face, but he still shakes his head. "You know her, Gray. Probably better than I do, I'll admit. But she's stubborn, and that man meant the world-.." He stops, feeling the beginnings of his voice cracking. "I don't blame her. I'm not thrilled with myself, either." Jasper didn't hate his father, much as he wanted to, and that makes this all the harder.

A glance is cast over his shoulder, toward the closed door that separated them from Sarah. Chuckling lowly, he rolls his shoulders in a playful shrug. "One of us will make sure the other doesn't do something stupid." He's kidding, but he also makes no promises. The pair tend to do stupid, together.
Jasper Thompson 05/06/19 All the sh-t these two have been through together, and the embrace is still as easy as the first. Hell, even more so, and the thought brings a wary smile to Jasper's tired lips. A snort follows Gray's comment, but he'll take the criticism. He deserves that, and so, so much more. "I suppose it wouldn't help my case to say I had no idea there was a disease going around, huh." But the humor just isn't there, not when Sarah is still recovering in the room over.

He blanches with the apology, pulling away with a nod of his head. "Me, too..." Pained sincerity rings through the words, and he has to clear his throat of the sudden wave of emotion. He pushes through it. "I've inherited the estate, so... We'll be here for a while. I, uh... heard about Sarah and Claire, sort of... I'll keep two eyes on her, if not more."

It isn't enough, to make up for all this.

"She'll never forgive me now," comes the quiet atonement, and he shifts from one foot to the other. A deep sigh carries out the concern that it entails, if only because there is too much that's bearing down on them to worry about the inevitable. "You know, she used to look at me, the way she looks at you." With all the love and admiration and trust in the world, he wants to add, but the words don't find purchase on his dry tongue.

"Take care of her, yeah?" As if it needs to be said.
Claire Thompson 05/03/19 His optimism - along with the jab he tacks on to the end - earns him a withering glare before she delves deeper into her makeshift burrow. One hand pokes out and offers a dismissive wave before retreating for the foreseeable future. Still, mutterings can be heard from somewhere in the midst of the refuse, to the tune of "ridiculous" and "haven't even seen ridiculous, yet."
Claire Thompson 05/03/19 In spite of herself and the heavy situation, she gifts him with an appreciative smile. "I hope I can continue earning that trust."

Then, he brings up Sarah...

A grimace, and she realizes that pill may not have been enough. Claire sighs deeply, the internal struggle painted blatantly across her visage. "I don't think that will be a hard task, considering neither of us are in her good graces, but... It will be for the best, I think. Maybe she'll forgive me, when all is said and done." The smile melts into a pained expression.
Claire Thompson 05/03/19 She nods, a meek gesture, feeling entirely helpless in this situation. Still, her eyes find his face as he begs her understanding, punctuating the need for her to feel. A single blink leads her gaze away once more, and she shrugs her shoulders weakly. "What if I fail?"

At this time, she is smaller than she's ever felt, a slave to something she'd thought she'd mastered long ago. She stares daggers at her own hands, balling and unballing her fists out of reflex. "I don't want to hurt anyone," she whispers with a cracking voice.
Claire Thompson 05/02/19 You are my sister.

Her expression flickers with a twinge of emotion as she inhales a slow, shuddering breath. He is so certain, and she wants so badly to believe him, but the foundation of her confidence has been cracked deeply with the passing of Elias. He wouldn't be proud of her reliance on any substance, but then, he's no longer here.

The girl begins to shake, taking the hand holding her chin if only to steady herself. "Yes," she utters slowly, and she means it. Gray has proven himself the only person she can consistently depend on, time and time again. She knows Sarah thinks she was a second choice and, perhaps in a way, she was. But this man hadn't steered her wrong, and she needed someone as steadfast and determined to be at the helm of what she couldn't pilot herself.

"I'm so afraid," she whispers, feeling his hand shake within her grasp simply from proximity, "and I've never known such..." She lets out a frustrated huff, closing her eyes and nestling further into the comfort of her bed. "I don't know where to begin. I feel so much, and I don't know what to deal with first."
Claire Thompson 05/02/19 "Gray, I want to die." Dramatic as it seems, this desire doesn't come from an emotional place. It can't, because that aspect of her is muted and suppressed. As he opens his mouth - undeniably to protest or tell her that it would get better - she holds up a small hand, begging his pause. "You and I both know there's only two outcomes, here."

Claire watches his face carefully, searching for the change in feeling that she can't express. "If I mourn for my father, I will have to mourn for her, too. Sarah doesn't deserve to die because he did, and my life does not outweigh hers. I am dangerous, Gray," she reminds him softly, with conviction, "and this doesn't get better. Do you really think I can just bury this? Or shall I succumb to these drugs in the process of trying?"
Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
Right. Four, then.
Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
I'm not meeting with her.
Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
That's exactly what I want.
Can't have her struggling for her next chance, can we.
Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
Fine, see you at four.
It'll be a welcome relief to hear what gives her a free pass at almost killing me.
Thank you for always knowing what's best for me.
Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
I'll still be touring the school.
Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
Suddenly, you're booked all day, and I have orientation in fifteen minutes.
Another time, perhaps.
Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
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Claire Thompson 04/04/19 Gray
What, then?
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
And I'm sure you'll handle it swimmingly.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
No, thanks.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
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Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
It's a kind sentiment, but it's really not up to you.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
I'm still not sure this was a good idea to begin with.
I'll never feel as though I'm being too cautious.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
Then I suppose it's good one of us is.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
I'm giving it a chance, aren't I?
I think we can both agree that my head is just as important in this matter.
She must stay alive, after all.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
I'm going to pretend that didn't hurt my feelings.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
There isn't much to discuss, but I can summarize my thought process, if you'd like.

Gray
Things need to go slow.
Things aren't really going slow.
Furthering education forces things to go slow.
We adapt because we must.
Or we don't.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
I'll be working and going to graduate school.
She may be happy for me, but I'm near certain happiness doesnt necessarily translate to excitement.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
We can celebrate later.
Oxford, so you can stop worrying. I'm staying right here.
I'm sure Sarah's going to be disappointed enough as it is.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
The degree hardly pertains to the work at hand.
But, now you know.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
Excellerated programs and, again, time.
Also, I'm smart. Is that so hard to believe, or are you still comparing me to my brother?
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
Of course, as well as a bachelor's degree in biology.
It seemed prudent, and I had time.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
I have to have a drive in life.
Psychiatry seems a good fit, all things considered.
Claire Thompson 04/03/19 Gray
We should probably meet to go over scheduling for the next few months.
On a whim, I applied for a scholarship, and I'll be starting medical school next month.
Albert Harris 04/02/19 *shakes off the grave dirt and starts again* Where were we, old chap?
Jasper Thompson 03/19/19 Gray
Yours is coming to stay with me a few days.
Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.
I’m just assuming she hasn’t told you.
Spring Summers 03/16/19 A smirk settles over but she scoffed almost immediately. "Actually it was those ****ing daft business men and their stupid typist machines. Pretty sure they ****ing go along with Memoists like you." Spring points out curtly, but found she didn't move when Gray embraced her. Instead she curled her arms around his waist, pressed her face against his suit and started to sob. It wouldn't be her if she couldn't still manage to insult him between her sobs."That's only because you ****ing men are ****ing deaf selfish prats."
Spring Summers 03/16/19 Spring's icy tones moved to stare at her best friend. She had four f*cking days left being Death's maid. However, the only power that could have thrust her into reality was if another season had fallen in proximity. She had a bad inkling on whom it was, but instead she unleashed her words of ire. After the few intakes of shaky breaths the sound of her voice more draconian in its unquenchable fire." Oi.Wanker. How ****ing dare you not tell me that Xanadudu Xenu was ****ing fake?."
Jasper Thompson 03/16/19 Gray
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Jasper Thompson 03/16/19 Gray
The record also shows that you did.
Jasper Thompson 03/16/19 Gray
Preferable.
Jasper Thompson 03/16/19 Gray
You’ll have to come to New York, if you’re so dead set.
Don’t bullsh-t me this time.
I know you better than that.
Claire Thompson 03/16/19 Claire watches him go with a shake of her head, though her stomach suddenly seems hollow and endless. She turns to the sink, busying herself with washing the meager dishes just for something to do. All the while, she listens for the telltale sound of the door closing in his wake, cursing him quietly when it takes longer than she thinks it should.

There it is.

Still, she tries to hold it together, even as her hands begin to shake. Her body naturally turns in on itself, making her even smaller than normal. She feels so silly, and so much like a child, and the weight of it all leaves her weak and stupid and selfish. “I want to go home.” The whisper is barely audible, for no one in particular, and an unseen force wipes the tear from her cheek.
Claire Thompson 03/16/19 “You didn’t have to breach the contract, and I can assure you, my mother already knows.” The girl is haughty, meeting his stare with a cool version of her own. “Jasper does not deserve to know everything, whether the contract states it or no. What you could’ve done is tell him about Sarah, and left it at that, but you didn’t want to face his anger. You could’ve even told Jasper that you didn’t have any say, because you didn’t. He would have found me anyway, he already knew of my plans to get your sister back.” It’s obvious, the he that she is referring to.

Claire suppresses the urge to spit vitriol at him in response to his love for his sister. She doesn’t know why she feels the urge to defend her so readily, not really knowing her at all, but this conversation drives her toward frustration and anger. Quickly. “When I need your help, I will ask for it. I have already drawn a line in the sand once, I will do it again if I have to. If I feel as though I am leading her on, I will end our friendship, but dooming her to heartache so readily is unfair and cold. For all you know of her, maybe she’s changed. Drastic life events have that effect, no?”

Turning away, she rolls her eyes. “Tell him what? No, actually, I don’t care. I do not care what you tell him, it is between you and him.”
Claire Thompson 03/16/19 “Those consequences are not because of what I did,” she interjects, overcast eyes narrowing slightly, “but because you chose to keep it a secret from Jasper. You chose. If you recall, I didn’t care if he knew or not.” She feels bad for Gray, she does; no part of her wants him to be at odds with her brother on account of her. But in her eyes, this isn’t. She had no say in what transpired between them.

To the rest, Claire blinks, and blinks again. This is a delicate topic, and private, but that doesn’t seem to matter to anyone. It isn’t as if she hasn’t given it any thought; she knows what can’t be. But something he said doesn’t sit with her well, or rather, hits her ear wrong. “Break her heart, or don’t. Do you not care for her at all? I’ve not seen you try once, and if we’re breaching the delicacy of each other’s affairs, then let’s do it. She is not something to just be discarded so easily, nor is she someone to take for granted. I’m not going to let her die, Gray, do not think me so naive to think there’s even the slightest glimmer of hope where none could prevail. Not to mention that I think you’ve entirely misread this situation. We are friends, nothing more. She is fond of me because I saved her life, as she puts it, but this will pass because I am boring and too different and I would never do something so irresponsible.”

She lets out a huff, the mug coming down a little harder than intended on the counter. “Now. Are you finished insulting me?”
Claire Thompson 03/16/19 One eyebrow arches elegantly, and she lets out a sigh. She has a heavy idea of where this is going, but for now, she will humor him. “You don’t strike me as a delicate person, so by all means.” A hand waves a small gesture in front of her, offering him the floor.
Claire Thompson 03/16/19 “She is home,” the girl answers easily, not even looking up from her working hands, “she’ll always have a place here. Seeing as she’s never more than fifty feet from her own bed, it hardly seems like sending her anywhere.” Before the kettle can scream, she lifts it off the burner and pours the steaming water into each respective mug, setting one in front of her guest before taking the other one up. A finger swirls in the liquid, seemingly oblivious to the heat, as she aids in the steeping process. “Well? What was so urgent and private?”
Claire Thompson 03/16/19 Gray
Well, I just had to check her pulse.
Door’s open.
Claire Thompson 03/16/19 Gray
She’s out now.
I can make tea.
Claire Thompson 03/09/19 Claire makes a show of considering, though she knows he’s being more than gracious. Finally, after a few seconds of feigned deliberation, she nods. “Indeed. And I want feedback. Things to improve on and the like. We can talk about a raise when the time comes.” Another small, almost dismissive nod leads her out the door, a smirk playing at her features as she goes.
Claire Thompson 03/08/19 She bestows him with a small smile, folding her hands over her lap carefully. The truth is, organization is a lame passion of hers; everything has its place, and all things run more smoothly if there is a plan. “Pay me what you think I’m worth.” Having never had a job before, Claire can’t even toss out a ball park figure that might be within agreeable range. Instead, she trusts him. And she will undoubtedly make his life that much easier.
Claire Thompson 03/08/19 “Oh, good,” Claire brightly exclaims, having stuck her head in his office and, upon finding him, ushering herself into the chair across from him, “you’re here. I felt bad about the loss of your secretary so I took a few liberties.” His scheduling book is set in front of him, and she deftly flips to the page for the current week. “I rescheduled some appointments, worked them around so that you have minimal traveling, and even convinced some of your nearer clients to meet here. It should be to your convenience, not theirs.”
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Desperation is unbecoming.
Jasper Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
I’ll be there.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Not force me into interactions I don’t want to be in.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Not enough.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
No, you haven’t.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Fine.

Gray
Two minutes.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Oh, poor Jasper.
After centuries of getting everything he wants, including from you, he’s expecting everything to be fine after a week.
Well, it’s not. And he can just continue being patient, for all I care.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
That’s not fair.
You said you wouldn’t do this.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Okay, great!
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Then tell him I’m out with your sister.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Tell him I’m with your driver.
Don’t make this harder than it has to be.
And I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
She’s fun. We have fun together. We enjoy each other’s company.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
I’m sure you two have a lot of fun together.
I’m not really emotionally ready to interact with Jasper.
I’m sure you understand the implications.
What would you know about my ‘friend’ smile?
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
We weren’t really talking about me, either.
You suggested something I didn’t want to do, I suggested an alternative.
I’m smiley because I’ve never had a friend before.
Sorry, should I be as dour as you, or Jasper?
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Do what to you?
You’re not here to mend my relationship.
I’ve also noticed you haven’t taken any steps in your own department.
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Good thing it’s not really up to you, huh?
Claire Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
I’ll take her out.
Jasper Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Ha, alright, fine.
Just let me know date and time.
Jasper Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Okay, yeah, sure.
If she’s up for it.
Jasper Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
I’m still not so sure, but I trust your judgment.
I’m okay.
About as good as I can be?
You? She’s not driving you crazy?
Jasper Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
So you think there’s a chance for me?
Jasper Thompson 03/04/19 Gray
Oh? That’s good.
She’s taken to you pretty well?
Claire Thompson 02/27/19 Gray
By the way, I took your credit card.
Claire Thompson 02/27/19 Gray
So helpful.
Claire Thompson 02/27/19 Gray
Ah, yes, because convincing your sister - who just came back from the dead, let me remind you - to come with me, a perfect stranger, is so much more plausible than you telling my brother no.
Jasper Thompson 02/27/19 Uncle Gray
You got it.
Jasper Thompson 02/27/19 Uncle Gray
Of course.
Need anything while I’m out?
Jasper Thompson 02/27/19 Uncle Gray
I’m coming over.
Jasper Thompson 02/27/19 Uncle Gray
Alright.
Jasper Thompson 02/27/19 Uncle Gray
Any update?
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Gray
I’m sorry.


Uncle Gray
Just keep me posted.
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Gray
It’s your call.
You know her better than I do.
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Gray
You could convince her to come you New York.
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Gray
She did say she wanted to earn her keep.
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Hray
Taking over?
What do you mean?
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Gray
What alternative is there?
An apartment seems excessive.
She’s fine. She’s been very helpful and supportive in all of this.
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Gray
We’re just getting our hotel.
Is everything okay?
Jasper Thompson 02/24/19 Uncle Gray
I’m fine.
How’s she?
And you.
Jasper Thompson 02/23/19 Uncle Gray
Aw, she’s already taking after her uncle.
I could cry.
Jasper Thompson 02/23/19 Gray
If you try anything with my sister, I'll cut you.
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 -huffs-
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Uncle Gray
Invitation not necessary.
You're taking care of my baby sister, Uncle Gray.
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 My greatest achievement to date, surely.
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Uncle Gray
Omg
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 That’s... alright.
Maybe next time.
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Gray
God, I know.
I'm sorry.
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Gray
She's five.
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 ...you’re welcome.
I will remember that.
All of it.
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Gray
I'd sage tf outta you.
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 Then what’s your favorite drink.
I’d like to thank you, for your help and patience.
Is anyone old enough to drink? I’ve seen what it does to people, if that’s what you’re asking.
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Gray
Oh, my sweet, summer child...
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 Quite...
Speaking of, what’s your favorite kind of alcohol?
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Gray
Please don't die though...
Something tells me she took a lot after our mother.
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 Don’t patronize me just because you’re drunk.
We both know who won that battle of wits.
Call me The Godfather, or whatever.
Jasper Thompson 02/22/19 Gray
Is this because you made an offer someone couldn't refuse?
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 And will always remain so, it seems...
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 Is this a reference?
You should know, I don’t understand most of those.
Claire Thompson 02/22/19 I’m... not going to do that.
Jasper Thompson 02/17/19 Gray
See you soon.
Jasper Thompson 02/17/19 Gray
Can I come there?
Probably can’t do public right now.
Jasper Thompson 02/17/19 Gray
Are you free tonight?

Gray
Can you be?
Jasper Thompson 01/27/19 Pride and vulnerability are a hell of a pairing.

He wants to tell Gray everything, just as he’d always done. He is desperate, and terribly cynical about this ordeal. The idea of facing his father after years and years, knowing what it would mean and what it would cause... It leaves a sickened feeling in his stomach. But what choice does he have?

And what can Gray do?

He smiles at the message, nonetheless. Jasper knows it isn’t for the man to put aside his pride; his own is remarkably heavy as well.

Gray
Thank you.
I’ll see you soon.
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
Leaving soon for Siberia
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
I don’t need you here to gloat.
But thanks, all the same.
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
Where, then?
You know where I’m at?
You have a tracker on me?
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
No, you won’t.
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
Read 2:22pm
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
Close, thanks.
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
God, it’s so easy to talk to you.
You make me want to keep you in the loop and be honest, always.
I don’t know, Gray, I don’t spend my time thinking about him.
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
I am being clear, you know, I could just lie to you in the future.
She goes through these spurts where she doesn’t remember who I am, or she thinks she’s back with Victor.
I don’t know anymore than that.
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
Nothing. It was a lapse in consciousness.
I’m going to need more than that.
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
I’m not deflecting, this is a give and take conversation.
How are you?
Jasper Thompson 01/26/19 Gray
Well, she tried to kill me once already, but I’m sure that’s normal.
How’s the single life?
Jasper Thompson 01/06/19 Jasper chews the inside of cheek, waiting and listening as Gray makes his stance on the matter known quite readily. He starts to speak, but seemingly thinks better of it, and stormy eyes trail out the window in the wake of the silence.

Are you happy?

He doesn’t answer right away.

Jasper is happier than he’s ever been, but what a thing to say to someone who made him inexplicably content in his own right. And still, Jasper had left him. They are better off as friends, rather, they would be, but he’s none too keen on making that harder to achieve. He brings his gaze back to Gray’s, searching for any kind of clue to what would make this the easiest. The man cares, and for that, Jasper is grateful. There’s just no way to soothe his concerns when it comes to Mackenzie.

Finally, he nods. “Of course I am.”
Jasper Thompson 01/05/19 “It’s not been...” he begins defensively, but stops himself, taking a deep breath. This is hard, and he has no right to get up in arms over Gray’s incredulity. “It’s been a long time, actually,” he amends quietly, stormy eyes soft as they watch the man next to him with a careful stare of his own. There’s nothing he wants more than Gray’s approval, not for the sake of the marriage, but for the sake of their friendship. He doesn’t want this to be hard anymore, but he also understands it’s not for him to just demand.

“Just tell me you don’t hate me.”
Jasper Thompson 01/05/19 Jasper grins with amusement, knowing just how deeply that rage goes. Lazily, they stroll through the airport and out to the waiting car, where he shrugs as he slides into a seat. “As well as it can be. I’ve been getting around a bit too much.” An appreciative smile is offered, nostalgia evident in the expression. Gray has always gotten him out of trouble, and it seems he always would. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

Now comes the hard part.

He’d been wrestling with telling him, and what good it would do. Could it come off as sincere and just wanting to be honest, or would it just seem like he was rubbing Gray’s face in it. Even now, he’s not sure. But thinking about it too much makes him question it too much, and his gut is telling him this is the right call. So, taking a deep breath, he wings it.

“I’m getting married. This weekend.”
Jasper Thompson 01/05/19 Jasper smirks at Gray’s whispered reverie, looking past him to the one that could only ever be his seat buddy. A friendly wave garners his attention, and Jasper calls out, probably much too loudly, “Thanks for keeping him company, Big C, I hope you enjoy your time in New York!” He receives an enthusiastic wave in return, and Jasper returns his sights to Gray with a look of mingled appreciation and amusement. “Why did you fly economy, then? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your small fortune.” He gasps. “Don’t tell me... the cheap Chinese... flying with the peasants... You’re destitute, aren’t you?”
Jasper Thompson 12/22/18 And there it is.

The proverbial olive branch.

Unable to keep it from forming, a dazzling smile splits his features. The pack slips from his shoulder to land on the floor, forgotten. “Get your best booze ready. We’re killin’ some f-ckin’ Nazis.”
Jasper Thompson 12/22/18 Both eyebrows raise as Gray spins his tale about one of their members. “Like out of I Dream of Jeannie.” He chuckles lowly, if not a bit awkwardly. He’s about to ask if it was anything like the show, but before he can open his mouth, the man presses onward. Always a point to make with this one...

Automatically, his grip tenses on the strap over his shoulder, but he shrugs off his apology. “You’re allowed your opinions, and I’m not upset.” With the last declaration, he sets his own storms on him, even as they narrow ever so slightly.

Shaking that off, too, he moves toward the door, still intent upon his decision. “I didn’t mean to take you away from one of your associates. I’ve already booked a room for the weekend. If you’re feeling up to it, maybe we can get a drink.” The lightness in his tone feigns his indifference, but the invitation would always be extended. Far be it from him to assume that he could shift such an immovable force such as Gray Taylor; but God, if he wouldn’t always try.
Jasper Thompson 12/22/18 It had been a bad idea to come here.

Selfishly, Jasper had hoped for a friendly face and a moment - just a moment - to forget everything that plagues his usually carefree mind. Fate had taken him to London, but choice had brought him to this apartment. Looking around at all the affects of his past here, he realizes this wasn’t the move.

Gray doesn’t deserve this, invitation or not.

Pack still slung over his shoulder, he remains frozen in the middle of the living room, hating to leave, but undeserving of staying. Too late, he makes the decision to go. Too late, because Gray has already arrived.

“Hey,” he breathes, shame-faced, “I was actually, uh... just leaving...”
Jameson Orlav 12/02/18 Jameson wasted no time tearing into the letter. He hadn't been sure at first what contents it contained, but it looked official and so his interest flourished. It was from Spring. It had been a decent amount of time since she had passed and sufficed to say he wasn't anticipating being part of any last will and testament. Regardless, he always knew he held a special place in her heart. Even if it was a very small, very black little place. He would never enjoy hating someone the same way he did with her.

Alas, an abundant supply of douches weren't something he would ever have to contend with. Jameson had no intention of making arrangements to pick them up or have them delivered. He felt for Gray in the moment, having to execute the estate of Spring Taylor (and no doubt deal with a sh-t ton of backlash). He wouldn't go out of his way to make it any harder. The vampire grabbed his phone and began to type away a text that he'd send to Mr. Taylor right away. Despite everything the lot of them had been through, Gray had never earned anything other than respect from the coven leader.

G. Taylor
So thoughtful, that Spring. I'm touched that she'd
leave me anything at all. I don't want to put you
in a tough spot, but I'm not going to collect, sorry.
I could think of a few better uses for them.

G. Taylor
One of thm being to distribute them among her
ridiculous excuse of a bloodline. I hope you've managed
to avoid the embarrassing parade of pseudo anguish.
Perhaps a supply of extra strength douches could cover
up the overwhelming smell of bull- ****.

You know what they say. You can choose your family.
Spring Taylor chose hers. And she chose well.
Summer 12/01/18 Nearly two full months after her sister had died, she received the FedEx envelope from what was clearly that wretched demon. Summer despised that man quite intensely. It didn’t surprise her in the least that he’d taken his sweet time acting as executor for Spring’s estate. Why not? It was his world, the rest of us were just living in it. Until he drove a person to death, as he did with her sister. With a smirk, she tore open the second envelope contained inside, thinking that if she found herself entranced by a low-level demon such as he, she’d have welcomed sweet death as well.
Her smirk fell as she read the misguided last words of her youngest sister. Nothing had changed. The blame was placed elsewhere, even where no blame needed to be given. Spring was so young in every aspect. And now she was stuck with the damned sapling. What the f-ck was she going to do with it? Grabbing a burner phone from her chest of drawers, she sent a text to the number within. What would be the first and last time she’d ever communicate with the piteous man, she sent a very abbreviated text.

Unlisted Number
Send the sapling to the Azhi Dahaka compound in Syndey. Exact address follows.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Jasper is dumbstruck, staring at the phone. The man couldn’t even deny it, and he can’t process what to say in response. Should he list everything off, noting how cold he’d been, and how careless? Is this just a tactic to push him away? That’s probably more accurate, and he’s left feeling torn.

Gray
Forget it, Gray.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Gray
Don’t ignore me. Why are you doing this?

Gray
You want to break up.

Gray
You just don’t want to do it because you’re afraid I’ll off myself.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Gray
Did you have to cheat on me? You could’ve just told me you wanted to f-ck my mom.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Gray
If you’d rather go after a lost cause, go right ahead.
I’m not sticking around to dry your tears though.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Gray
I’m more mad that she’d lower her standards, I think...
What a weird feeling.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Gray
I swear, I’ll light you on fire if you f-ck my mom.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Gray
You know she still pines after my dad, right?
But do you, booboo.
Jasper Thompson 11/03/18 Gray
The password is Graysuxd1ck, no spaces.
Love you.
Jasper Thompson 10/25/18 A sharp downward spike of his lips tells of his dissatisfaction, but Gray would never be able to tell through physical cues. So, with a wicked smirk, he types his reply.

Gray
I’ll be the judge of that.
Jasper Thompson 10/24/18 Jasper would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt how easy it was for Gray to go off for days without a word. It’s because of that, perhaps, that his messages are a bit colder than normal. He’s just a little raw, that doesn’t mean he can’t feel guilty.

Gray
I love you, too. Safe travels, I’ll see you when you get here.
Jasper Thompson 10/13/18 It’s been days.

I can’t be this for you.

It replays constantly in his head, and blatantly, Gray agrees. It’s the only explanation as to why he’s not reached out. His lips pull into a scowl and, grabbing up his phone, he considers typing out a message filled with all of his angst and upset. But he hesitates.

Scrolling through, he rereads older text messages, his expression melting into a small, sad smile at their antics. It had been so easy, and then, it wasn’t. He wishes they could just go back.

The screen is pulled down suddenly, and his eyebrows cinch. Gray is typing. Breathless, he waits.

But it never comes.
Jasper Thompson 09/25/18 The flight was agonizing, and Jasper spent the entire time practically bouncing off the walls. Impatient didn’t begin to describe it; he just needed to be with Gray, and the airplane wasn’t going fast enough. Thus, when the plane finally did land, he was out of airport in record time.
An admittedly short time was spent in Death, but it had been so significant that walking the halls doesn’t make him feel like a stranger. A beeline is made for the lab, don’t ask him why, it just feels magnetic in its pull. He doesn’t announce his arrival, he just walks right in, needing to get to the bottom of this emergency now.

He freezes.

The scene before him is morbid. Jasper doesn’t have to know what happened to know that’s Spring’s limp body is devoid of life, and Gray is merely holding her. A lot of questions pop into his mind, but somehow, none of them seem appropriate in their timing. So he settles on the vague.

“Christ, Gray, what the f-ck is going on?”
Jasper Thompson 09/23/18 A package had shown up at Gray’s apartment, but he hadn’t made it back from Moscow before Jasper could get his hands on it. He sets it on the counter, nose wrinkling at the distinct scent of stale perfume and sugary confectionaries. It’s adorned with a certain scribe, and the man’s stormy eyes narrow.

Packaging disassembled, he takes in the one word note before idly flinging it into the waste bin. He plucks up one of the cookies, takes a bite, and promptly spits that in the trash as well. Much too sweet; he’ll never understand people’s obsession with sugar these days, as his tastes lean more toward the umami sense.

Without another thought, the entire ordeal is deposited in the bin, and for a moment, Jasper hesitates; to take out the trash, or leave the message...

He opts for the latter.
Jasper Thompson 09/21/18 “You don’t leave me much room to.” His statement is punctuated by a yawn, and as Gray vacates the bed, he rolls over onto his side and buries his face into his pillow for a nap.
Jasper Thompson 09/21/18 Another hum follows the kiss. “Yeah, yeah, love you too...”
Jasper Thompson 09/21/18 The man smirks. “Our relationship has been nothing if not the unexpected.” A kiss is placed on Gray’s cheek. “Everything always changes.”
Jasper Thompson 09/21/18 Eyes shut, he smiles when he feels Gray’s proximity, letting out a hum of contentment. He expects what the man is going to say, so he nods his affirmation. “Take as long as you need. I’ll be here when you get back. Specifically right here.” One eye will open, and Jasper appraises him. “Let me know if anything changes, alright?”
Jasper Thompson 09/21/18 Jasper looks up when he hears the door, meeting Gray’s steel-filled gaze easily. He smiles just before being pulled into the apartment, returning the embrace with a quip of his own. “Yes, but I’m yours, remember?”
Jasper Thompson 09/20/18 Gray
I know you hear me knocking.
I can make a scene, if you’d prefer.
Jasper Thompson 09/20/18 Gray
Oh, stop pouting, I’m in the building.
Jasper Thompson 09/20/18 Gray
Aww, poor baby.
I’ll leave you to your sleep then.
Jasper Thompson 09/20/18 Gray
Somehow, I think making you wait works more in my favor.
Jasper Thompson 09/20/18 Gray
You’re so f-cking filthy, I love it.
Jasper Thompson 09/20/18 Gray
I AM ALREADY BEHIND BECAUSE OF YOU.
Fine. Be there soon.
You better make it worth my while, and this ever growing stack of sh-t.
Jasper Thompson 09/20/18 Gray
I’m doing paperwork.
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 Gray
Great, well now that we have the obvious out of the way, let me be abundantly clear.
You are a f-cking ******* that really f-cking hurt me.
And I’m going to help Mack run SM because it’s my home.
But so are you. So. Stop being a d-ck.
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 Gray
And you realize you haven’t said a single word to me at all?
I never said when I was leaving, Gray.
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 Gray
Between what? You lying to me and...? What, exactly?
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 Gray
You know, the least you could do is acknowledge my feelings.
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 His shoulders sag infinitesimally before his spine straightens and a hard look takes up residency. This is not his mistake to fix, he reminds himself, and he’d be damned if he would be made to follow after Gray like a lost puppy.
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 Jasper turns, considering the man’s retreating form. He’d wanted some sort of satisfaction, some minuscule win, and instead he receives something closer to guilt. “So that’s it, then?” he’ll call after him softly. But he won’t follow; his pride is too great for that, especially after the damaging blow it took by Gray’s hand.
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 He cants his head to the side before feigning a dawning look of comprehension. “Oh, that.” Fixing Gray with a hard stare, jaw locked, he merely shrugs. “Mack and I are going home. Spring already booted us out of Death.”
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 “Hmm?” There’s an undeniable enjoyment in this process, simply because Jasper still holds a hard grudge. “Dont worry, I’ll pay you back.”
Jasper Thompson 09/10/18 “Perfect, I’ll just put this in my going home fund. Looks like patience really does pay off. Except when it doesn’t.”

You were successful in stealing $492.00 from Gray Taylor!
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
You make my skin crawl.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
About what?
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Your priorities are quite admirable.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Read 9:32pm
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
You seem quite sure.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
The night is still young.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Don’t objectify me.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Boring? I can go back to hating you if you prefer.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Yes. I’m too tired.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
I f-cking hate you.

Gray
And f-cking miss you.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Oh good, you’re lovely sense of humor is back.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Believe me, you are not the one I’m taking it out on.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Well, how f-cking noble of you.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
There’s nothing I’d love more than to f-ck right off, Gray, but per your orders, I’m f-cking stranded here. And no, I don’t want you to f-cking come back, this isn’t about you coming back, because I still won’t want to f-cking be here.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Oh, good, because you can go f-ck yourself.
F-cking abandon my ass here, then tell me, a grown ass man, that I can’t f-cking leave. You’ll be damn f-cking lucky if I don’t up and leave after burning this house down.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
F-ck off, Gray.
I’m absolutely not f-cking done and I won’t be until I’m out of this f-cking state.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Read 3:39pm
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Don’t worry, your majesty, your wish is my command.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Read 3:27pm
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Read 3:20pm
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Why, why are you doing this? You were fine with it before. Is this just part of the gimmick, that we constantly be on opposing sides of the issue?
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Which sounds like a perfect reason to gtfo to me.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
And now I’m not.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Tell me why that matters now. You were more than ready for me to abandon ship before.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Why?
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Okay, see you in Moscow.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 He smirks.

Gray
See you soon then.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
You can either respond so I know you’re alright or I’ll be on the next flight out.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Cute.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Stop it, you know I’m kidding.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Don’t make me choose...
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Aw, I love her. Does she have to die?
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Maybe that’s who she’s referring to when she talks about her children.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Using fake children to garner pity?
How absolutely devilish.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Great! That’s settled then.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
I’m not sure there can be much more implication.
Maybe I’m just confident in my innocence.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
I’m glad you brought that up.
You know, I could just board a plane.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Well aren’t we a fun pair.
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Don’t apologize. It’s what needs to be done.
How’s London?
Jasper Thompson 09/05/18 Gray
Do I have to answer that?
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
As long as we’re clear.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
I hope you’re not setting unrealistic expectations for when we don’t have a houseguest that you passive-aggressively despise.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
It means I know you did it on purpose.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
Of course you don’t.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
And you did not.
Got that earful first thing in the morning.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
What part of me makes it seem like I can contain myself in any capacity?
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
F-cking feisty. Can’t wait.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
Oh this is just business?
Good to know.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
Whatever you say.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
That’s not a type, Gray.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
Oh really? What’s your type, then?
And acting like what? What are you talking about?
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
You have a type now?

Gray
No, Gray, I do not.
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
Do you have a crush on her??
Jasper Thompson 09/03/18 Gray
Nice try. I leave a path of destruction in my wake, and I’m fairly certain you don’t hate me.
There can be more than one reason, you know.
Jasper Thompson 09/02/18 Gray
Listen. We’re emotionally driven people. Whoever produces strong emotions is very appealing. Why do you think I’m with you?
She just hasn’t found the right one yet.
For someone who dislikes her so strongly, you sure tend to focus in on her personal life. 😏
Jasper Thompson 08/24/18 Gray
Absolutely. I took a dance class from Mikhail Baryshnikov back in the day. Sadly, I have weak ankles, so it didn’t take. I’ve always loved ballet.
...should I not come to dinner with her parents?

Gray
Wait...

Gray
Are you sleeping with our secretary?
Jasper Thompson 08/24/18
Jasper Thompson 08/22/18 Jasper is still getting used to his new home, having only been a part of it a few days. One thing he knows very well by now, however, is the living quarters. Only he and the resident brooder really seem to be around on a regular basis, so it gets pretty quiet.

Fitting for a place called Death.

On the handle of the only other constantly-occupied door, he will hang a bag, fresh from the dry cleaners. It’s a finely pressed suit, pristine and elegant, and he felt it a favor he owed him, for showing him around.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/18 Jasper narrows his eyes, but it’s a gesture of amusement. A challenge, this one, and a very good one. “I suppose you could say that, yes. I can be very influential... and very persuasive.”

Not one to mince words - or emotions - he admits (to himself, of course) that this particular being is very alluring, which makes him all the more fascinating. The need to proceed with caution and observation has never been more prevalent.

He clicks his tongue, as his lips press into a thin line. Folding his hands behind his back, his head cants to the side in a show of disappointment. “Now, Gray, even someone as pretty as you doesn’t get that information for free. I believe someone once told me, what was it... Ah, yes, patience.

Again, he smirks, clearly pleased.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/18 Feisty.

And he wears his heart on his sleeve.

A laugh lights up his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. “She was not kidding about you. Missing someone like me can make you change your alliance, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll make sure to keep her in line this time around.” He gestures in a show of offering, as if that would be enough to smooth things over with them.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/18 He grins in response, nodding his acknowledgment. “And you’re very perceptive.”

What comes to mind next are a series of wildly inappropriate and devilishly snarky quips, but he bites his tongue on them and settles for the truth. Partly because he wants to see for himself how deep the hatred for his friend runs. But only partly. “Actually, she seemed to think me trustworthy enough when she found out I’m an old friend of Mackenzie’s.”
Jasper Thompson 08/19/18 Mackenzie had been right; very brooding, indeed.

“Jasper Thompson,” he responds, body bending into an exaggerated bow as he speaks. When he straightens, it is with an air of completely propriety. “It is, I can assure you, an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His own stormy gaze easily meets the slate of this man’s stare, and the corner of his mouth twitches upward into a smirk.

This will be fun for him.
Jasper Thompson 08/19/18 “Bless my damned soul, is that you, pretty boy?” Jasper doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement. Then, it dawns on him, and he steals a very thorough up-and-down. “Don’t f-cking tell me... you’re Gray, the closet Jew I’ve heard so much about?”
Jasper Thompson 08/03/18 “Yeah, yeah, young grasshopper, all that...”

He’s not disgruntled.

Really.
Jasper Thompson 08/03/18 Acute observation, Mr. Taylor, it is indeed a f-cking rat tail.

“I’m more of an instant gratification type person. But I’ll admit, the pay off can be worth it.” One corner of his mouth flickers with the hint of a smile, but he waves his hand in something similar to a salute as he turns to go. “Until next time, pretty boy. I hope these little lessons continue.”
Jasper Thompson 08/03/18 “Moving too fast?” Jasper ponders a moment, his own storm-filled gaze flashing. “Sound advice, but I’d like to counter it.”

He moves in close once more, flicking the pocket lint into his face. “You move entirely too slow, pretty boy.”
Saito Eiji 03/10/18 Normally the impolite way that western foot traffic flowed wouldn't trouble Eiji, but the pr!ck that just checked his shoulder and glared at him lit his fuse. The past few weeks of his life had been a trial, and he was filled to the brim with a smouldering wrath that was suddenly choking him, asphyxiating his reason.

With a sudden spring in his step, he would sink his fingers into the collar of the offender's suit and attempt to jerk him back as forcibly as he could muster, snapping his own head forward to meet the hardest part of his skull with this sh!thead's brainpan.
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