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oh my god, they were roommates...
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Jul 3, 2017 21:33:20 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Jul 3, 2017 21:33:20 GMT -8
[attr="class","box3"] for a brief moment in time, inette was silent as she waited for the girl across the table to answer the questions she supplied. and while she waited, her gray eyes were undoubtedly, carefully focused. she had always been an exquisite listener, which was nice at times. but jay knew very well that it was so she could gossip with word-for-word facts in the future. he was stunned that stella was being pulled into that world this quickly, but not surprised. he figured he'd do what he could to do damage control.
"i find that hard to believe," inette prodded, eyeing the girl's high-fashion features. "i swear i've seen those long legs on the cover of a magazine." she continued. jay couldn't help but smile sideways with fries in his fingers as he peered down into his food. it was funny, really. to see someone else getting a load of inette all at once. maybe he should have travelled with company more often.
he didn't bother glancing over to inette as stella confirmed their status as roommates, but he listened for rebuttal. he was surprised when there was none. instead, inette was quiet. but soon enough she nodded, and worked her way back into a friendly smile. "well that's very nice of him." jay detected a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she jabbed him jokingly with her elbow. she was obviously hinting at the fact that niceness towards out-of-towners was extremely uncharacteristic of him. he was usually avoiding them as much as possible, or taking advantage of them when the opportunity arose. stella had faced the first option for months on end. "he's not usually nice, you know. you must be a snake charmer if you're not a model." inette started. "i'm not kidding when i tell you his first word was 'fuck', can you believe it?"
jay's brows furrowed after a light chuckle. he looked up to stella before the woman could continue further. "she's lying." he said plainly.
"why would i lie? especially to this sweet girl." inette defended herself as quickly as she could. but it didn't sway jay much. he continued to feel the way he always did, just like the last time she told the stories of his early childhood. but it wasn't so much that he was uncomfortable with lies--but rather the details of his life being put out there for strangers to take in. anything inette had to say was something jay would never dream of disclosing sober. "his uncle always says i'm lying too. garcia boys can't handle the truth, im telling you. they get all clammy and tense. a little mean too!" her eyes moved to jay, like she was searching for any of these symptoms. but jay was careless, loose, and more so focused on his food than anything his mother's friend had to say. "jacob's always... been a little harder to read though. you'll run into some issues with him."
it was surreal hearing his full name for once. not even his own mother called him by it--but he didn't let him bother him much. there was a slight pause in his actions, but that was the full extent of it. "i'm getting ahead of myself, though." inette breathed inwardly, and perked up for the umpteenth time. she was always good at that. especially in the roughest of scenarios. god knew inette had her fair share of them, but she always faced them with a smile on her face. she was truly the opposite of his mother, but for some reason they were thicker than thieves. "what's your name, sweetie? where are you from?" it was about time the woman did some probing. jay was waiting on her to act. and because of that, he was pretty much prepared to buffer between the two women, regardless of the fact that he potentially wanted to know the answers to the questions inette was sure to ask about stella down the line. this, perhaps, wasn't the best way to learn--and his otherwise weak moral compass took note.
he pulled his elbows back on the table, joined his hands together, and faced inette with signature furrowed brows. he wasn't being too secretive with the irritation he was feeling. "what're you doing here, inette?" the words may have come across as harsh, but he didn't necessarily mean for them too but it wasn't like he could take them back now, and it wasn't likely that he would if he could. "aren't you supposed to be at work or something?"
inette turned her head to jay, slightly surprised until she realized who she was sitting next to. and just like that, her look of shock faded into a sneaky smile as she eyed between the two coyly. "you're right, i'm running late." with that, she pushed herself from the booth in one swift moment. "i won't tell your mother... about... this," she motioned at jay's face as she referred to his bruises and scratches. she then turned to stella and placed a warm, comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. "it was wonderful meeting you, honey." she squeezed her palm gently, and began to turn to walk away. she waved at the both of them. "you two stay out of trouble," she warned before hurrying to the counter to grab her waiting take out order before shuffling out of the establishment.
jay let out a sigh, and pushed back his hair with a single hand. he kept his eyes off of stella as he began to speak. "sorry... about that," he was quiet, but it was mostly due to the fact that he wasn't... much of an apologizer. stella deserved it, though. she had done nothing to deserve being flung into his mess of a life. at least not all the gritty, personal details. "what... were you saying? about that girl?" immediately his brain clicked back to the mess of words she was trying to form before inette had interrupted them. he had been hung up on it the entire interaction. |
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time to nut up or shut up
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nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
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child of: athena
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district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
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Jul 17, 2017 22:44:29 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Jul 17, 2017 22:44:29 GMT -8
[attr="class","stella"] she watched the interactions between the two with an expression that read as little more than plainly evident curiosity as well as something else entirely muffled beneath the surface. it was hard to describe the older woman in a few words, even harder to find her own opinions on her in regards to her outgoing eccentricity. stella couldn't quite put her finger on it, but having been placed underneath the perceptive grey eyes, she found her every move becoming documented for future usage, as records to be placed into a grand archive. and truthfully, it felt slightly unnerving, especially in light of the previous incident that left her utterly open. however, the difference was that inette was completely innocuous in every sense of the word. her every abrasive action, every charming reaction, was displayed as an act if purely social inquisitiveness that simply characterized her wholly. it was overwhelming, but not anything she couldn't handle. somehow, stella found herself relaxing in the older woman's presence, comfortable regardless of her prodding questions. her words were entirely genuine instead of the half-lies that the nineteen year old grew accustomed to during the betterment of her upbringing. it was refreshing in a way that allowed her to smile, a dimpled and sincere smile that wasn't exactly obvious from a distance but twisted the corners of her lips upward the slightest bit regardless.
truly, she felt flattered by the compliments, really, but it was no different from the statements she would receive on multiple occasions prior from the snobbish wealth that clung around her parents. she stiffened the urging indifference from her emotions and remained polite. "really, i'm definitely no model, but i am completely flattered," she said, feeling the need to stress her statement, as inette appeared to be the type to take words and run with them. however, stella found herself feeling a hint of jealousy in light of the completely innocent and effortless interactions between the older woman and the young man. not in the sense that she found any romantic entanglement with jay, but rather in the relationship itself as something parental and carefree--something she's never been familiar with when it came to her own family. inette did not hesitate to speak her mind when it comes to the twenty-two year old, and surprisingly, he didn't appear offended by any of the lighthearted remarks. it was strange, honestly, since stella has lived with him for months and has not once been able to witness the expression on his face.
while taking note of the actual things said--those precious little details that could be stored for a rainy day, she couldn't help but look at jay, really look at him and take in the startling smile on his face and the fact that he actually chuckled. it was so completely outside of the atypical realm of his character, enough to leave the brunette speechless in the wake, so she settled on shooting him a look of purely unrestrained interest, meeting his eye easily this time thanks to the presence of inette.
"call me stella. i'm from connecticut," she answered effortlessly, finding the information rather easy to give without the need for a price. she recognized only afterwards that it was the first time she has disclosed anything concerning her history or her previous life, not for months solely due to the fact that she was never required to admit anything. jay had allow her to move into their ramshackle apartment without question, likely only looking for another means of bringing in the cash, but now, she could tell her was more than curious. even if there were more than enough details that she was simply not willing to give.
innette didn't stick around much longer after that, bouncing out of her seat to utter her goodbyes almost as quickly as she appeared--like a morning breeze being there one moment and gone the next. and stella watched her go, still slightly mystified by the sudden manifestation. it was when the atmosphere eventually settled down when jay decided to breach the topic once again, conclusively bringing the girl back to earth once again with merely a few words and his usual grave tone. nonetheless, it still took her another moment to recall the exact meaning of his vague words, which prodded at the mood until it was left useless and insufficient in the past. her eyes quickly widened in realization before she found her mouth going dry. "she's just... not someone to underestimate," she said, hesitating only fractionally as she reached out toward his present wrist and placed her hand atop the bodily junction, "trust me." stella still didn't know how much faith he had in her words, especially after the incident and seeing lillian's unassuming appearance, but there was a sudden sense of urgency in her voice that she hoped would get through to the brooding man. without lingering, the contact was no more as the girl, instead, decided to place her focus on the lukewarm food on the table, dropping her gaze quickly.
it wasn't a surprise that the taste of her hamburger left little room for sympathy, compiling of nothing more than grease and discarded carbohydrates, and even the under-cooked patty felt slimy on the tongue. regardless, stella swallowed her bites with the outward poise of a professional, caring little as long as her stomach could be filled until sometime that afternoon. when she finally allowed her green eyes to flicker towards the barely functional wall clock above the door, she was already halfway through her own package of stale fries. "shall we get going? finish up whatever 'errands' you have to do?" the nineteen year old suggested once she felt biologically satisfied on the mean, but was already in the process of leaving her seat as she spoke. it was a good breather, one she inwardly appreciated jay for suggesting as it allowed for her to regain her bearings mentally. however, they already had previous objective that required completion, and while she knew little of exactly what they were, she assumed that it was best to get them over with anyway. | |
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Jul 20, 2017 18:38:36 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Jul 20, 2017 18:38:36 GMT -8
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' trust me'. hazel eyes beamed down at the girl's hand that positioned itself firmly atop his wrist. he felt energy all around the sensation that was confronted with furrowed brows, and a stone cold stare that warmed when jay finally looked up at stella. in the movies, some grand gesture would have been made right then and there. some soliloquy that would go into detail on how deep his faith was in her. but this wasn't a movie, and he wasn't sure if he could trust her--no matter how pleading her green orbs were. he leaned back and ultimately decided that it was better he stay quiet. she didn't need to be riled up further, and he didn't feel like lying to her today. it didn't seem like she needed word from him, either. because soon enough she was pulling away and tending to the business in front of her with eyes that no longer seemed interested. he took the cue, and leaned back himself, his arms folding in front of him not long after his spine made contact with the cheap cushioning of the diner's booth. he watched her for a few more lingering seconds, and then turned his head to look out the window. crowds were in surplus, regardless of how dispersed. it was enough to remind him that they were still in manhattan, but also enough to leave him wondering why no one bothered to do anything when stella was taken by her neck moments ago. harlem must've been losing its backbone. he was disappointed to entertain the thought. thankfully he wouldn't have to for much longer. stella spoke up once more. this time abandoning her skittish emanation, and moving on towards her more usual tone. at least as he knew it. she was already pulling herself from the booth and standing in the process of speaking, which lead to jay's eyes searching for her for a brief moment in time. he untwisted his arms, and pulled himself forward so that his spine was straight again. his hands searched for the wallet ad his he rose to his feet. with both hands, he pulled open the wallet that was not his, and counted more than enough bills to set on the table before they left the establishment. jay pocketed the leather wallet once more, and turned to stella. " let's go." with that, the black haired man was turning towards the entrance to walk at a pace that allowed for stella to catch up. by the way the day was going, he was in no rush. and that wasn't because he wasn't good at handling business, but because he didn't mind making the specific person on the other end wait. there wasn't a lot of respect there, but with leo heading the most powerful group in new york city, his options were limited. the bell to the entrance of the diner clinked against the glass, and jay and stella were on the side walk once more. but not carelessly. jay scanned the area before fully turning around to face the direction he was heading in. he wasn't going to let anyone else put their hands on him for the rest of the day, he had his fill. and it was bothering him more than he let on. regardless, it didn't stop his efforts. because after he had decided that they were good to go, he was well on his way. his stride balanced, confident, and ready to take on every possibility his brain was thinking of at that moment in time. determined strides led him and stella underground, through the ticket booth, and onto the large metal train that traveled a good portion of the city. because they were at an early stop on a north to south route, they were lucky enough to find a pair of still-warm (from the previous rider) plastic seats within the yellow-lighted insides of the metal giant. the colored faces poorly, and bounced off whatever reflective surface they could--thus making the metals reminiscent to tins and aluminums. the light was unpleasant upon first entry. but it only grew worse as the train began to push forward under dark, tiled tunnels. the yellows, which were initially reliant on the orange and white lights the station provided, soon stood on its own. and it became a setting comfortable only to a native new yorker. especially one who had never left the area enough to know anything else. for the duration of the next twenty-five minutes or so, the train filled, more and more as they approached southern manhattan. faces of excited tourists became more common within the crowds of commuting new yorkers. and as soon as those faces boarded, the exited. usually within the next stop. because they were merely in it for the experience, not for actual travel purposes. it soon became noticeable that the crowd was thinning out the further south the duo traveled. it wasn't only the tourists exiting at this point, but the faces that navigated the tunnels on a daily basis. and that's how jay knew they were passing midtown, and eventually greenwich village. he did not look troubled at all. he continued to sit knowingly for a few more stops. and then he rose to his feet. without a word, like he usually did. before the train stopped, too. but he knew it would. and when it did, he continued forward on his mysterious journey. the second set of stairs they encountered were travelling up. the light outside was like a welcoming beam pulling them into heaven, but when they emerged it seemed they swapped one bad neighborhood for another. however, chinatown had a better look about it than most parts of harlem, at least by the station. it was prettied up in fresh coats of red, oranges, and yellows with the intention to lure tourists in. it seemed like the way to go, but jay moved in the opposite direction. through alleyways and sidestreets best navigated during daylight hours. luckily, that was their situation. but jay would have surely moved through the narrow walkways regardless, especially to prove a point. at the end of his mental destination was some kind of place of business. it was an unmarked building with apartments at the top. whatever this place was, it was certainly a place that needed to be specifically sought out. jay had been here numerous times before, and was not afraid to enter once more. but after a soundless trip, it was right then that he decided on looking to stella. to check up on her, to inform her the best he could on what was going to happen next. with a hand on the door, he began to speak. " don't say anything about yourself. even if they ask. i'll do the talking." he started, unaware of how it further made the establishment a place of concern. " just stay by me. and uh... don't touch anything." with that, he pushed the doors open. inside was a scene similar to the outside. a thin layer of smoke filled the air, but not a single soul could be scene. it was quiet, and the only signs of life was the chalkboard behind the counter, and the walls full of shelves that harbored nick nacks of every kind. there were no clues as to why they were there, and the chalk board didn't seem to give much help either. everything here was some weird kind of code that jay understood only a little. he moved towards the counter, and urged stella to do the same. once he made it, he pulled his backpack from his shoulders, and placed it atop the counter. he kept a firm grip on one of the straps--just in case anyone tried anything, and then tapped the bell at the counter with the other. there was a delay before jay heard any movement. but soon enough, there were steps coming from the back of the establishment. they were in no rush, and jay knew that by the sound of how slow they were. they even stopped some time in the middle before they rushed forward all at once through the walk way. in an instant, a tall, husky irish man made himself visible. his hair red as can be, and the look on his face unwelcoming to say the least. he was hardly the type anyone would assume would be behind the counter of what seemed to be a nick nack shop in chinatown--but that was not the most alarming thing about him. no, the most alarming thing about him what the gun in his hand. and the fact that it was pointed directly at stella. " i said no funny business, garcia," the man began, his accent thick as to suggest that he really did come from what he called 'the mother land'. " who the fuck is this bitch?" he wiggled the gun at stella, even though it was already quite clear who he was referring to. |
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time to nut up or shut up
posts: 41
nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
affiliation: supernatural
affinity: earth
child of: athena
class: sorcerer
district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
planet: coruscant
status: moroi
trainer type: dark
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Oct 13, 2017 16:55:36 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Oct 13, 2017 16:55:36 GMT -8
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[attr="class","stella"] stella still had no clue the exact details in their final destination--not when, not where, and definitely not why. the hidden unknown jabbed at her side relentlessly, not painfully but more like the bitter irritation of a bee sting, as she allowed jay to continue to lead her through the maze of new york. she remained quiet for the rest of the trip, half floating in the sea of her own thoughts and half gazing at her rapidly altering surroundings. however, she was always at some sort of loss, still unable to really comprehend the drastic reality of fate's chosen hand. she still couldn't bring herself to accept the earlier incident as an occurrence of real life, that it was actually non-fiction, instead subconsciously feigning an mental barrier of denial as though it was actually nothing more than a nightmarish dream. she couldn't be more wrong--and she knew that, but it felt better than the alternative at least. although, if she needed any type of reassurance on the matter, she knew jay would probably testify otherwise--then proceed to prod her some more about the mysterious origins of the intimidating woman. eventually, the nineteen year old found herself staring blankly at the back of her companion's head as he walked, desperately needing some sort of focal point in which to diverge her attention upon before she spontaneously implodes. her eyes were almost baring holes into the dark fabric of his hoodie, but it didn't appear as though he minded.
their trek landed them at a remotely unidentifiable area in the southern heart of the state, past all the flashy attractions and wealth in downtown china town. once stella was able to effectively pull herself away from the vortex of her thoughts, she noticed that it was an area that appeared surprisingly even more disreputable than harlem, which she didn't even imagine was possible. not that it was nearly as impoverished as their neighborhood, but the location lacked the same charm, the same vitality that seemingly characterized harlem as the residential troublemaker. instead, the area appeared entirely too official, too business-like, too dead, and the whole aura definitely rubbed stella the wrong way.
she watched as jay came to a stop in front of a mundane-looking building that tinted in slight moss and aged from the sun's stains. he paused for a moment, hesitating briefly before finally turning to her for the first time since they left the unsatisfying restaurant. she was nearly taken aback when she heard his voice, realizing after a moment that he had spoken directly to her--giving simple instructions for whatever encounter that was able to transpire. there was a detectable skepticism beneath his atypically deep timbre, further serving to raise her own doubts to higher levels. for a moment, she wanted to respond, to inquire about their location, about exactly why they needed to be there in the first place. it was still a reasonable request, even more so at that moment than anytime beforehand. but she stopped herself short of the simplistic words as she knew, without a doubt, that the answer that would trip from his lips would still be something too vague to try and distinguish, even when they both stood at the mouth of the beast. maybe he thought she was undeserving--that someone as young and as inexperienced with his world couldn't fathom to comprehend such a task, or maybe she wasn't giving him enough credit. either way, it felt almost unfair, but stella had no choice but to comply, gazing at him expectedly until he opened the door for the both of them to proceed.
it was a small shop. of what, stella couldn't exactly tell from a mere glance at the seemingly random trinkets that lined the grandiose shelves along the poorly plastered walls. the interior of the building immediately made the girl feel claustrophobic from the clutter, made her almost gagging from being unexpectedly slammed by a wall of discarded vapor cascading through the air. it didn't help that she was already nauseous from being kept in the dark. frowning at the unpleasant appeal, she shuffled closer behind jay, to the point of nearly shoving herself at his back, before moving to lean against an adjacent wall as her roommate maneuvered towards the open counter to ring a small bell which signaled their presence.
the sound was overly shrill against her eardrums, an uncomfortable pitch that appeared almost taboo slicing through the muffled air. only moments later, the bulky frame of a man manifested seemingly out of thin air, shuffling into view from behind the counter with a vicious purpose. and already, stella could feel the prickling beginnings of a familiar sort of irritation as she found herself staring down the barrel of a black loaded gun. it felt like a moment deja vu, except instead of strangulation, she was going to get her brain blown into tiny pieces of oblivion. the man wasted no time on introductions, instead cutting to the chase immediately with a thick, nearly indistinguishable irish accent that made him the embodiment of an overgrown, real-life leprechaun.
unable to take her eyes away from the frightening man, stella froze in her spot, simply unable to move, or even breath, for fear that the trigger might be pulled as punishment. what can she do now? it seems like the motif of the day, as the nineteen year old seemed to have developed a quick habit of getting caught in life threatening situations at the worse of times, in the worse of places--all of which being frustratingly out of her tangible control. her mouth parted almost automatically, as if she could somehow talk the man into lowering his weapon with a few carefully-chosen words, but she stopped herself, remember jay's warning from mere moments prior. instead, she allowed her eyes to drift towards him, meeting his with a level of panicked intensity. "i'll do all the talking," he said, and she hoped that was going to be enough. |
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posts: 145
nickname: mor
zodiac: pisces
affinity: fire
child of: artemis
class: mage
district: 4, fishing
house: gryffindor
kingdom: stark
patronus: dragon
planet: coruscant
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Oct 13, 2017 18:05:03 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Oct 13, 2017 18:05:03 GMT -8
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it would have been fair to offer the intense situation an actual look of dismay, but jay couldn't be bothered. his features almost instantly became irritated with the man's antics. he even made sure to pair the stare with an elongated sigh, and that's when the gun swished over to jay's direction. " this ain't a fuckin' game, all the shit i've done for ya, and ya disrespect me?" jay's look became even more irritated as the man spoke, but unlike stella--he couldn't find it in himself to freeze. but that was probably due to the fact that he knew the man where as the nineteen year old did not. instead of freezing up, jay moved forwards quickly, his hand grabbing the barrel of the gun to push it down. " put the fucking gun away, she's cool." jay spoke as if the irishman had a choice, but he clearly didn't. jay would snatch the gun away from him if he had to, and he knew deep down it wouldn't be all that difficult. the fire haired bastard was all talk, no action. there was a reason he was behind the counter and not on the streets like the rest of the unlisted brats. " you fuckin swear on it?" the man continued to hold his gun, but against the counter now that jay had forced it there. " i swear on it." jay didn't hesitate in the slightest. though he and stella didn't exactly... know each other well, he knew by the looks of it, she was in the same boat as him. and he had to respect that. respect her. the irishman let out a chuckle. " must be gettin' some good ass," the man's tone calmed as his eyes darted back to stella in a predatory fashion that made jay visibly disgusted. " what about you--do ya swear on it, pretty girl?" he leaned forward, his eyes narrowed as he tried his best to read the girl that was completely and utterly foreign to him. " leave her alone, you fucking asshole," jay began, his voice defensive as he continued the trend of being irritated. " she has nothing to do with this." " she has everythin' ta do with this," the man said in a challenging tone, his eyes briefly scanning jay for a split second before darting back to the dark haired girl. " i want ta hear her say it." he lowered his head carefully, his eyes glued to her as he did so. it was all a show of intimidation. he was trying to ruffle her feathers. " say ya won't narc." and like that, the cat was out of the bag. if this wasn't already an obvious drug deal, it certainly was now. jay could go on some long rant about how much of an idiot the man was, but it clearly wasn't the time for that. and it might've been a dangerous thing to do--at least for stella. jay figured she'd find out eventually, he could only keep the contents in his bag a secret for so long. he just wished it could come about in a... better way--as silly as that sounded. he'd beg for forgiveness--if any of this phased her to the point where he'd have to--later. the room was left overwhelmingly quiet in the meantime. a small portion of him was regretting showing her this part of his world, but someway... somehow, he felt being berated by the irshman was a far better fate than anything the unlisted promised. he had to remind himself of that as he felt a light twinge of guilt, and soon... it all faded. and the black-haired boy felt just in his decision to take her along with him once more. it was all a very toxic cycle that he was in no hurry to fix. if he were ever to identify the issue, he'd realize he was putting himself through all kinds of trouble for nothing. as the air around the trio became even more tense, jay turned his gaze from the man behind the counter to stella, his neck jerking his head to the side to gesture to the red-haired man as if he was telling her to say it, to get it all over with. regardless of everything he said before entering. he wanted to stay true to what he had said, but things were proving to be more difficult than he anticipated. but that didn't mean he didn't have a list of options, of plans. it's just that this one seemed like the easiest. not to mention--he didn't want to risk losing another ally and having another source willing to rat him out--especially now that stella was deeply involved with this mess. like previously stated, he'd beg for forgiveness later. it was easier that way. and after a hellish past twenty-four hours, both of them deserved something that was at least somewhat easy. it was hard to say if she felt the same way. the only thing he could do was continue to gaze at her expectantly and hope that she understood, that none of this would be her tipping point. it was, perhaps, a rather bold thing of him to do--but after seeing someone clamp her neck in such hostility, the harlemite was beginning to guess that it would take a lot more for the girl he brought along with him to bail. and maybe he could say that he liked that about her. |
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time to nut up or shut up
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Oct 14, 2017 17:27:05 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Oct 14, 2017 17:27:05 GMT -8
[attr="class","stella"] in that moment, that unpredictable and dangerous moment, stella hated jay--hated him for making her come, hated him for not giving her a fair and clear warning in the first place. that morning, simply hours after finding their apartment building ransacked and the incident with the two police officers, it seemed like a good idea to oblige and mold to the man's appointed schedule, as though he was someone who could make her paranoia disappear through sheer willpower. it felt safer, or so she thought, as he approached her room that morning and supplied her with the order of his enigmatic plans. she didn't question it because she hoped for something less violent than the scene of yesterday, and she knew that, even though he would never admit it, they both shared the same fear in the unknown, in the uncertain possibility that maybe the devil would revisit them a second time to leave them powerless and alone, or even dead.
so they trusted in one another to survive another day, a better day--which did not happen. instead, as she watched the two men wrestle with the gun for a few strained moments, the very gun pointed directly at her mere seconds beforehand, she didn't know how to feel or react other than grasp at the bubbling regret for even leaving their apartment to begin with. because, for one, they still didn't actually know one another. the day before was the first time they cared to interact with one another other than the given pleasantries, so she didn't have any reason to trust him and he didn't have any commitment in protecting her.
strikingly resembling a young deer in front of headlights, she was at a loss as to what exactly she should do, feeling a strong need to try and help jay while at the same time knowing that it could lead to an even more unfavorable outcome. although it soon became apparent that he somehow gained control of the situation. once the man finally relented, stopping his resistance as jay held down his weapon with a strong grip, stella was able to regain feeling in her body, forcing herself to relax and breath in the polluted air. the tension plagued her like a leech, unceasingly attached despite her rushed efforts, but she had little difficulty masking it after a moment, taking advantage of the lack of attention on her.
by the time the red-haired man turned his crude gaze back onto the nineteen year old, she already had her breathing under control and straightened her posture to the point of ordinary. even with her heart pounding and the elevated anxiety coursing through her blood, the girl with undoubtedly an exceptional actress as she slowly came to meet his stare with a carefully blank one of her own. what she saw came as no surprise--the unrestrained lust and predatory longing as his eyes as they trailed like pin needles over her pale, unimpaired skin. suddenly, the blanketed line of his lips curled up to resemble an animalistic sneer, and if he was finally seeing her for the first time since entering the room. it was repulsive, to feel like nothing more than a piece of meat at the mercy to be prodded and stabbed by a piercing gaze, but it was also unsurprising. sadly, she was accustomed to it, to the point of being entirely unaffected in response.
"i swear," she said simply, the words flowing from her lips in such a way that she knew the irishmen wanted to hear. she could practically see the shiver roll down his spine as the man continued to stare her down, and at once, she thanked the universe that he was standing on the other side of the counter. standing her ground, she didn't bother to move until she knew he was satisfied what what he heard and what he saw. she almost wanted to breath a sigh when his eyes finally left the frame of her body and returned to jay, now grinning maniacally.
"i'll pay ya real nice if yer girl comes with the deal," he commented shamelessly, sounding entirely serious about the offer, but moved towards the bag regardless, calloused hands easily unzipping the largest compartment before he began to unload the contents. immediately her eyes fell onto the densely packed parcels. they were each similar in size and appearance: square packages surrounded in white encasement and secured tightly with various industrial ties. there was no way of seeing what exactly were in them, but she already knew.
it was a drug deal. jay left her blinded--didn't even bother to come clean about the subject of their endeavor, dragged her to a dangerous drug deal. and for what? to protect her? for her own good? she couldn't fathom the possible answer outside of a blunted vexation toward the twenty-two year old. she hung back as they proceeded with business, finding herself angry before she even realizes it but keeping her emotions in check at least externally. it was easy to tune out their voices as she couldn't even bring herself to look jay the entire time. | |
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oh my god, they were roommates...
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child of: artemis
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Oct 14, 2017 18:59:14 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Oct 14, 2017 18:59:14 GMT -8
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' i swear'. it was quick and painless. stella caught on quick like he had hoped, and with the vigor she needed to sell it. and like that, the irishman was off her. at least a bit. he turned to jay and continued his disgusting comments as if they were nothing--the look in his eyes predatory and smug. jay wanted to reach over the counter and punch him in the mouth. unfortunately, that was bad business. " shut the fuck up." would have to suffice. naturally, the irishman took a step back in regards to the conversation at hand, his eyebrows raising, and his lips twisting into a smile as if he thought jay's anger was amusing. of course, this only made jay angrier and his facial features showed it. his brows were angled, his forehead wrinkled, and his teeth tightly clenched. while the man behind the counter was not pleasant in the slightest, he wasn't stupid. the best course of action was to get straight to business. " ya weren't kiddin' when ya said there was a lot. bit off more than ya can chew?" in a typical scenario, one would think of his words as nothing more than small talk about a... very illegal substance. but jay knew the man was just being a shithead, jabbing at him in the only way he could at the moment. just to remind jay that he was in a sticky situation, that he really had no choice but to sell to him. it was exhausting to say the least, but it could only get worse. jay hoped the man wouldn't get cheap on him. " give me my money." jay said sternly. he didn't want to be here longer than he had to, and he could only imagine what stella was feeling. unfortunately, he wasn't thinking about that as much as he should have been. she was still on his mind, yes--the whole protect and serve bullshit, but her feelings? not so much. but it wasn't like she was making herself a point of thought at this time. she was ghostly silent, a character in the background. if he didn't care to watch the irishman's every move as he pulled out wads of cash--he maybe would have noticed that the girl was stiff and angry--though her features were subtle, it was there--existing in the world outside the one jay had trouble with stepping out of at any time. the man set the stacks on the counter firmly, and jay proceeded to collect them with a weary eye, his thumb flipping through the bills carefully, and his brain taking mental note effortlessly because he had done this before. many, many times before. it was all routine for him. jay gave the man a stern, cold look as he placed the stacks into his backpack and zipped it back up with an aggressive force. " pleasure doin' business with ya garcia--" he paused for a moment to look at stella one last time, " and pretty," he smirked. jay glared at him. " fuck you," and with that, a single hand gently touched stella's shoulder as if it were commanding her to turn around--something he probably... didn't have the right to do at that time. but it didn't stop him. he began walking back to the door that let them in--but not before smacking a delicate porcelain figure down to the ground where it split into pieces. jay opened the door for stella to walk through, and looked back at the irishman briefly to give him the bird before exiting after the girl. oddly enough, after a scenario like that, the empty, dull, and troubling streets of southern manhattan's chinatown were welcoming--the vagrants that occupied the gutters the same. what wasn't welcoming was the silence between the duo. jay could have easily gone without, but after dealing with women like nina and margot in his life, he began to feel like maybe... he should say something. " are... you okay?" he tucked his hands into his pockets, and turned to look at the girl for an answer that he probably didn't deserve. like things hadn't happened like they just did. it was incredible to see someone who was so... utterly clueless. but then again, maybe it wasn't cluelessness. in fact, maybe it was a whole other monster entirely. one that didn't want to admit his short comings, one that didn't want to own up to the mistakes he had made--no matter how small and easily avoided. but of course, if that had been brought up, the monster would deny itself just like it always did. and nothing would get done except the severing of relationships--just like the ones jay was used to but never bothered to question while sober. either way, it was beast like. and it was easy to say that it owned the black-haired boy. |
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time to nut up or shut up
posts: 41
nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
affiliation: supernatural
affinity: earth
child of: athena
class: sorcerer
district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
planet: coruscant
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Mar 9, 2018 20:25:44 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Mar 9, 2018 20:25:44 GMT -8
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[attr="class","stella"] the rest of the exchange progressed in more of a dull manner, in which stella promptly phased out through various means of mental skepticism. gone was the initial fire that enveloped the girl and in its place was a sort of pit that retracted and expanded like the legs of a beast. ever since the very instant she had the epiphany--the blunt and crushing realization in her lured situation--she was able to feel the cavity begin to rot internally like a shocking disease. however, instead of latching onto her organs and eating her alive from the inside, the feeling seemingly did little except cause her to become numb, desensitized as jay continued to proceed with the drug deal with the vulgar irish gentlemen. instead of remaining vivid in the foreground, she chose to melt into the background like a wallflower, keeping a respectable distance from the two while still remaining close enough to perceive every interaction, every moment made, in case things were to go south once again and her assistance was required in some way. thankfully, that wasn't the case and things went as planned for the twenty-two year old as he received the generous sum of cash in exchange for the illegal substances stashed away in his unassuming bag.
she tuned it all out. or at least, she realized she did when she felt a touch on the curve of her shoulder. it was like a butterfly’s flutter, soft and fleeting, as if entirely hesitant for fear of… something. but what? blankly, she snapped her attention to the assuming culprit, who, in turn, merely gazed at her with those dark, emotionless eyes that somehow immediately infuriated her in those moments. she watched him for a moment, unable to sort through anything mentally except the numb sludge that encapsulated her, before she acknowledged the unspoken. it was time to go. another moment and she complied, pointed green eyes flickering briefly towards his black bookbag before she soundlessly following his lead back the way they came. once again, she was able to sense the aggressively unrestrained eyes of the other man reattach themselves to her physical character, but it became increasingly less difficult to ignore them as, with time, the initial stab of knives began to ease into small pricks. this time, she didn’t even grace him an ounce of recognition, as if he was nothing but a bothersome mosquito.
by the time she found the steps and was able to breath the polluted new york air again, stella was practically running on autopilot--pure instincts with no intellectual backing. she didn’t know how to feel or react to the transaction that transpired, and she simply refused to remotely acknowledge the farewell interaction that transpired between the two childish men before the iron-cladded door closed behind them. instead, she simply kept walking, leading them down the grimey urban alleyways of the infamous chinatown, without the faintest idea of a destination in mind outside of the pure desire of increasing the distance between herself and whatever the hell happened those moments ago.
“are… you okay?”
they were simple, bland--spoken as though from an oblivious child without a single clue of his previous infracture. however, those were the words that seemed to cut the most through the fog that had enveloped the nineteen year old’s consciousness, draining the needless fluid into oblivion and leaving something that burned red and hot. in that instant, she hadn’t even began to recognize that they came to a stop in a slightly less moist and dilapidated version of the same alleyway. it was like a snapshot; still in chinatown. still in the same spot as before, except it was just the two of them instead of having a third party stare at them with those perverted and demanding eyes. she was still the attractive yet utterly unassuming college dropout and jay… he remained the most stoic, with his deadened stare and lit cigarettes and bag full of drug cash.
she somehow found him standing in close proximity as he continued to stare at her with those completely unreadable eyes, even in those moments, as his words pretended to heed every ounce of concern that didn't bother to reach his gaze. whereas she typically accepted the man's unreadability as a given trait of his character, it suddenly made her feel in that moment, draining the numbness and replacing it with a boiling rage that seemingly escalated within seconds. she met those antagonizing eyes with her own, which juxtaposed entirely with every shred of anger she felt internally.
the following moment consisted of nothing except the sickening sound of skin-on-skin contact that echoed and bounced off every creavous of brick and metal on the backstreet. stella couldn’t even process her action until afterwards, when she felt the instant sting blanket over the underside of her hand and she saw jay’s head snap to the opposing side from the sudden and surprise force of the impact. the hit delivered every bit of the anger she felt towards everything--jay and his inability to communicate with her, the transaction and their ransacked apartment, even towards herself for the snowballed situation that seemingly overtook her existence. nevertheless, she couldn’t find it in her to feel even the slightest bit surprised by the sudden exertion, as the entirety of her being rationalized nothing outside of the blinding vexation. however, it was evident at a single glance that jay hadn't expect such an action from the otherwise meek young woman, as the initial blankness in his eyes were quickly replaced with astonishment.
“who the hell do you think you are,” she said finally, grinding out every word slowly from between grint teeth, every syllable, with punctuated emphasis. her tone was shockingly calm, but everything else about the girl’s current physical and mental state screamed a completely different message. as she lowered her hand, she could feel the surge driving through her system through the shakiness in her fingers and the tingling beneath the skin of her palm, for which she quickly tried to stiffen through clenching her fists at her sides. |
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oh my god, they were roommates...
posts: 145
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Mar 10, 2018 20:15:34 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Mar 10, 2018 20:15:34 GMT -8
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jay continued to stand expectantly for an answer--all while hoping for something simple as he let his posture (as well as his facial expression) look accidentally bored as the silence was prolonged for longer than the boy hoped. it was hard to say what he expected from the girl who stood across from him. usually with nina, he'd get a lecture--and margot usually cried it out. but stella didn't look like she really... wanted to say anything. and she definitely didn't look like she was about to cry--but maybe she was just good at hiding that kind of stuff. jay knew a little something about that. regardless, it wasn't like he'd have much longer to study her facial expressions or her body language--because the answer would come quickly in the form of a snap that made his ears ring, and ring, and ring. the uncomfortable pinch dug deep into his ear as part of his unconscious brain gave it the time of day. the collision forced his chin to become parallel with his shoulder, and he kept it there for quite some time--for he was trying his best to process what had just happened. he pulled his left hand from his pocket and rubbed at the tender skin as if to survey the damage. his cheek was warm, and the sensation of pins and needles spread out across the skin of his face as time went on. it moved in waves, the next surging after the last passed--leaving a numbing sensation that felt all too familiar for jay. the october air felt especially crisp against the reddened half of his face. all he could think was, well... she had quite an arm on her. had she done this before? jay eventually pulled his fingers from his face, allowing his hand to fall limply at his side--heavy, confused, but not at all inspired to retaliate. slowly he adjusted his neck so that he was facing her once more, his eye darting to her hand and back to her face as an increasingly furrowed brow grew more and more defined on his face as if he were a wronged, exhausted parent about to scold a child with a firm talking to. the words collided against his skull, each sharp and loaded. he knew what he wanted to say. he knew how he wanted to explain himself. but all of it would eventually circle back to a simple statement that resonated deeply with the new york native--he didn't have to. he didn't have to find reasons to justify (if there was at all a way to do just that) the situation, he didn't have to explain the circumstances, and he certainly didn't have to tell her just who he was. it stopped and stared there. there wasn't a second voice suggested otherwise. his mind was made up before anything came out of his mouth. in an array of quick, stiff movments--jay adjusted the bag positioned on his back to his side where he could unzip it with a forceful thrust that echoed in the small space. a single hand reached deep and began to push and pinch at the small bills the irishman supplied. tens and twenties. the occasional fifty. they flew under the radar, and were easy to push along in the streets. it was one of the main reasons jay did business on this side of town, regardless of the obvious hassle. they were smart and jay respected that. he needed that. it was how he continued to get by without ending up in cuffs. when he felt satisfied with the amount he pulled from the bag, he moved towards the infuriated girl with zero hesitation. a piece of him knew her fists weren't going to be available enough to accept the cash that jay folded onto itself, so he moved fast to slip the money into the elastic waistband of the loose-fitting pants she had dawned that day. his eyes watched her as he did it, too. this stern look dug into her infuriated one, almost like he was playing a mental game of 'uncle' with her. he knew what he was doing and he made that as clear as he could to her in silence. his gaze didn't seem to waiver, even as he stepped away. it was hard to say what exactly the amount was, he didn't bother counting. somewhere around four hundred, maybe five hundred if he was working a bit heavy handed. not enough to buy her back into his favor (if she ever was there), but surely enough to make her way back home--or wherever she wanted to be. " take a cab." jay instructed as he zipped the bag and adjusted it behind him as the name suggested. " it's safer." it was a silly thing to say, but jay wasn't exactly thinking about that. regardless of how taken aback and genuinely exasperated he felt about her in that moment, he did want her getting back home in one piece. he wasn't ready to throw her to the wolves yet. that had to count for something, right? feeling assured in the advice he had given her, jay turned away from her, and began to walk away with only the slightest twinge of guilt in his stomach as he did so--of which was almost immediately taken care of by his own (possibly inappropriate, given the circumstances) self-righteous thinking. he gave her more than what she needed to get back. if she didn't get back--that was on her. it had to be. he'd ensure that he walked away from this under the impression that he gave her more than he needed to, and that he was generous for it. any of his 'normal' friends would have thought he was a dick for it, but diablo would have agreed. he planted the seed. jay let the seed grow. perhaps that was his own way of ensuring that he would be able to sleep tonight mixed with some kind of emotional detachment he inherited from childhood--but it worked for him. and that's what he was focused on. |
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time to nut up or shut up
posts: 41
nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
affiliation: supernatural
affinity: earth
child of: athena
class: sorcerer
district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
planet: coruscant
status: moroi
trainer type: dark
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Mar 18, 2018 20:26:48 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Mar 18, 2018 20:26:48 GMT -8
[attr="class","stella"] the nineteen year old felt the heavy stack of cash slide into the waistband of her dark trousers like an undesired impulse crashing onto her side--cold and burdensome and outside of her control. it remained there by the same inward elastic force that clung onto her dainty hips, and it did little in simmering her boiling vexation towards the person on the other end of the exchange. in fact, her sublime frustration only simmered and churned at an elevated force. however, the overall astonishment at the unexpected, at the fact that his immediate response to a congenital slap in the face was to hand her transportation money, seemed to blanket her resolve with momentary disarray.
truthfully, she didn’t know how to react to it, how to respond physically or what to even say, outside of the evident speechlessness that must have coated her features in those following moments. but thankfully, she didn’t have to--because, within another instant, he was gone, leaving the girl to watch his dark, diminishing back as he retreated towards the other side of the alley, as if wisped away by a damp city breeze. she was suddenly left with nothing except the searing reminder of his presence clasped to her side and her unkempt subconscious, like an orphaned child without the means of comprehending the significance of abrupt abandonment.
it wasn’t like he left her for dead, as the heavy stack appeared substantial in weight and overall semblance. she likely had more than enough for cab fair--likely more than enough to field trip around the entirety of the city and its surrounding suburbs if she really desired it. however, it was the principal that had her mystified. without the immediate company of the twenty-two year old, she felt the bombastic emotions instantly begin to drain from her system, leaving little in their tracks other than a familiar vacancy from earlier. somehow, it was welcomed. more welcomed than the initial frustration directly correlating to a single, tactless individual that managed to escalate into a sheering rage.
however, she still found herself staring at the ghost of him even after he had long disappeared--gone to do who knows what, in another unknown portion of the grand city, still unable to formulate coherency within the short-circuiting realms of her brain. an unsourced amount of time elapsed before she was able to breathe normally again, able to blink without finding her vision blurred at the corners and move her joints without feeling the phantom pains of resistance. however, instead of taking her leave from the sketchy location like she should, stella simply collapsed onto the slimy brick of one of the adjacent buildings, feeling all the energy rush out of her in one go. the moisture from the wall quickly seeped through the fabric of her clothes, clinging onto her like a plague, but it went unnoticed to the dark-haired girl.
reaching for the cash, she quickly slipped the neat stash out of her garment, careful not to allow the thin green pieces of paper to escape from their yellow rubber imprisonment. the sight caused her to swallow back a gasp and immediately shove the offending hoard back--this time into the less obvious confinement of her pocket. it was too much. way too much. she wasn’t able to grasp the gravity until having perceived it fully with her own eyes. without a doubt, more than enough to leave her black and blue if another unwanted guest were to decide they wanted to mug her. and she simply didn’t have the courage to find the exact sum.
her green eyes fluttered closed briefly, slamming close tightly to suppress the moist cultivation of tears that threatened to spill over at the corner of the aperture. suddenly, she felt a sensation that she’d somehow manage to evade until those daunting moments. rock bottom. the whole day was nothing more than a glorified field trip into self-destruction, driven by someone whom she had less than a handful of interactions with prior than a few days ago. and there was nobody to blame except herself, for being the way she was--for not being able to accept the inevitable and leave ‘well enough’ alone.
now she found herself without a plan, cold, and alone in the dregs of new york. “fuck me,” the nineteen year old mumbled into the open air before clumsily shoving herself off the dirty wall. after stumbling a couple steps, she was able to find her footing, finally deciding to leave after who knows how long of pondering over her own inner turmoil. she shoved her hands deeply into her pockets, one of them quickly coming to clench around her designated funds, and followed the narrowed path towards the other side of the alleyway. once again, she found herself in some unidentified part of the city. likely still chinatown, but characteristically resembling her own neighborhood with the similar display of petty crimes and disposition of the impoverished.
she walked until she reached a more bustling portion of the town, where she managed to wave down a cab and slip into the back seat without a second glance. instantly, she was hit with the smell of cigarettes and beer, the scent likely having been engraved into the vehicle’s interior after the years of service and the owner’s negligence. the driver greeted her with his own scowl, his own premade assumptions lighting up his dark eyes with disinterest as she meet them over the rear view mirror. “where to?” the heavy-set man asked in a coarse voice, sounding entirely bored of her presence already.
stella simply responded with a pointed look, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a bill, a fifty, before flashing it directly in his line of sight through the filthy-looking reflection. “which hotel would you recommend?” she shot back, not missing a beat.
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