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Post by Ventia on Jun 13, 2017 17:14:48 GMT -5
(( Jewel)) Jackson liked shopping as much as the other bloke, which was why it wouldnt be unusual for him to be around the chain of stores in the District. However, he usually wasnt holding so much bags in his arms that werent even for him. To many onlookers, he must have looked like any other love sprung man. Holding on to all the bags as his lovely girlfriend continued to shop. Which was entirely wrong, because first of, Rikara wasnt even his girlfriend and secondly, Jackson had to force her to buy these items. Or rather, he buy them because she didnt even have the right currency to pay for it. He had tried to just conjure up some clothes for her but she wouldnt have it-something about his dark magic and blah blah blah. So in a sense, Jackson was dragging Rikara around these chain stores and wouldnt let her hold the bags because she'd already tried to return the first few bags. "Women." Jackson muttered under his breath, his grip on Rikara's wrist firm despite the few dozen bags hanging off of his arms. "Unreasonable." Jackson continued even as he entered a weapons shop. Oh he knew Rikara would say something over the lines of 'i dont need a weapon', or 'thats too dangerous', or 'im protected by the gods', or whatever bullshit nonsense that would come out of her pretty lips. Here? She needed at least a damn knife. "Pick one. And for the love of my sanity, dont start bickering with me. Pick a damn weapon to protect yourself if I'm not around." Jackson gave Rikara a look before finally turning to look in the store. Whether it was because Rikara had been driving him near insane for the past few hours or his sense of smell was faltering-but he hadnt notice the woman in the shop until it was too late. Thea. Jackson's lip curled in a smile-having being so busy with Rikara that he had momentarily forgotten all about Thea. But there she was and from the frown on her face-Jackson already knew she had a few words for him. Even so, he turned back to Rikara, "Kara, please just pick one for goodness sake."
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jun 13, 2017 19:00:46 GMT -5
Never had she felt this much … fear.
Is fear the right word?
Yesterday had been a day made in hell. All four of her siblings had done it. Gone through the first shift. It was a terrible, nightmare-inducing sight. First had been Lucian. And then Hallie. Dimitri. Jasper. All of them had screamed in pain. Jasper had begged for it to be over, as if Thea could do anything about it.
Her heart had been caught in her throat, remembering her own first shift and how her mother desperately tried to get to her. When she went through it, she remembered feeling … annoyed with Jewel. Finally, one thing she can do herself, and her mother was trying to butt in. Now, Thea understood why Jewel wanted to be next to her.
She had an utterly helpless feeling as she watched her siblings' bodies contort and bend in a sickening way. Fur or feathers (in Dimitri's case, both) slid under skin before poking through enlarged pores. Every second seemed like an hour. Every hour, a day. Tears had pricked her eyes then. And as she thought of Dimitri, lying comatose in the infirmary bed, tears pricked her eyes again before shaking her head.
She hated to cry.
"Jasper," Hallie muttered. Thea glanced up from her drink to see the chili cheese fries being pushed from one end of the table to the other. "Here. Eat these chips."
"Oh, for the love of God," Jasper said, scowling. "For the last time, stop talking with the accent. And the jargon. You're not British." But he took the fries, looking down at them with disgust. "What, you think that since I'm fat I'll eat what you won't? What are you, anemic?"
"You're not fat, Jasper," Thea scolded, turning her gaze from Hallie to Jasper, and then to Luc, who was sitting across from her. "Luc, tell your brother he's not fat."
"I distinctly remember you callin' him 'chubby' day before yesterday." Hallie had switched from British to … Thea wasn't sure which accent. Maybe something Southern. She definitely dropped the 'g'.
"Little girl," Thea said, narrowing her eyes, but not bothering to deny the accusation. "Do you not see his metabolism kicking in since the shift yesterday? His tee is baggy, and I had to buy him a belt today for his jeans. Soon, he'll look like a rod. He's not fat."
They were outside, sitting at one of the tables clustered together outside of the fast food joint between Rue 21 and a Foot Locker. The sun was beating down on them in an unforgiving manner, making Thea glad Luc thought to open the patio umbrella above the table. So when Jackson passed by, there was no reason to blame her vision of Jackson on.
Or the flame of jealousy she felt when she saw some woman walking beside him.
"Kids, I'll be right back. Don't move from this spot."
Thea didn't try to hide that she was following Jackson. She didn't know why she was doing it. But she was. Was it because of the jealousy she felt? An image of bashing the girl's face against the wall came unbidden into her mind, followed by a desire to throw herself at Jackson and demand to know why he was with her. But the logical part of her mind knew that she shouldn't be feeling this … whatever it was. It had to be witchcraft.
And she was going to put a stop to it.
"Jackson." She said his name low, almost deadly as she stalked toward him. "It's been a bit."
She looked at the girl in passing, then did a double take when she turned around. The girl … looked like her. And not in just some "oh, she's got similar features." If Thea had long hair, and the weird tattoo on her face like this chick did, they'd be mistaken for twins.
"Who is this?"
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Post by Ventia on Jun 27, 2017 16:08:29 GMT -5
"Oh yes?" Jackson turned away from Rikara at Thea's voice and in a theatrical way he widened his eyes.
"My oh my, if it isn't my dear friend Thea. How lovely to see you this afternoon." Jackson bellowed as he walked backwards, his arm circling around Rikara's waist and pressing her harshly against his side. His grip on her hip was unforgiving because he knew that Rikara would most probably try to get out of his embrace.
"Hmm?" He glanced down at Rikara and then frowned. "Well truth be told, I thought she was you. But I can see now that I was mistaken," he then laughed to himself and shook his free hand out in front of him.
"Ah this is just too gold. Rikara, this lovely lady in front of you is Thea. Thea, this is a old friend of mine, Rikara." He brushed his hair back with his free hand, keeping Rikara plastered to him.
"Oh and you came at the most perfect time. I was going to ask the man in the back about some weapon recommendations for my lovely Kara but you're more knowledgeable than him. So, Thea, what kind of weapon should she have hmm? Oh and are you here alone or is that dreadful mate of yours around here?"
"Or have you finally come to confess your undying love to me? Hm? I quite like that one more, don't you agree Kara?"
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jun 28, 2017 11:44:52 GMT -5
Strangers' eyes glanced at Jackson, wondering why he was talking so loud when the rock music playing overhead was loud enough to drown out the pop music playing outside. Then they stayed on him when they saw his hand snake around Rikara's body, which had turned when she heard Jackson's loud words. This was going to get interesting, they collectively thought.
Especially when Rikara tried to twist herself free for a few moments until it was apparent that he wasn't going to let go. "Unhand me," she hissed at him in her only tongue. She knew English well enough, though, to understand both Thea and Jackson. Technically, the spell Gold had cast when they were younger allowed only him and her to converse with each other. But the confusing language Jackson always spoke in was so engraved into her mind that she wasn't listening to a one-sided conversation. While she couldn't speak it, and she didn't understand the words that Jackson had never said to her, she could see Jackson's words were getting to the woman who looked so much like her.
And that was a curious sort of thing, she thought distractedly to herself. How can she have a reflection? Was her realm a mirror with this one? That couldn't be it, though. Otherwise, the man behind the counter would look exactly like any of the blacksmiths in Gahal. Or, maybe not a blacksmith, but a peddler or something to that extent. (Was her reasoning even right?)
She could feel Thea's sharp eyes on her like a hot iron, taking in the crop top that exposed her arms and belly, where the Mark of the Sky and Sea were, and the low-rise cut-off shorts showed her shapely legs and the Mark of the Ground that covered both. At first, she felt dirty; Thea carried herself like royalty, and here she was, a man's hand on her skin with the barest amount of clothing on her body while Thea wore a longer sleeved "shirt" and a pair of trousers that went to her knee. But then, she mentally shook herself, remembering that she was a princess herself, and she should not feel weak. Rikara had power of her own, and no one was going to take that from her.
One hand snaked behind Jackson's back, going up his shirt to rest on the middle of his back. "How can you mistake me for her?" Rikara heard Thea demand, her voice (though quiet to she assumed to keep the strangers from taking notice) holding a low tone of betrayal. Rikara paused in her travel, wondering why it was there before Thea squinted her eyes and took a few steps forward. She wasn't Jackson's Zing, was she? "I wouldn't get a tacky tattoo on my face."
Rikara's own eyes squinted, letting Thea know that she did hear that and understood.
When Jackson said her name, she smiled. Well, it looked like a grimace as her fingernails slid down Jackson's back slowly, making her hope that Jackson knew that she was upset with him and at this whole situation. "Hmm," both girls grunted at the same time. Thea's eyes found hers again. Rikara got the impression that if Thea could, she would take her life.
"I didn't come here to pick out weapons for ... Rikara," Thea said hotly, all too aware of the strangers' eyes on the three of them, but paying no mind. "And no, I didn't bring Kenneth along. He's too busy with his business." Despite the myriad of feelings she had warring within her belly, she wasn't about to tell Jackson that she brought the kids along with her. That would just be asking for trouble with her mother. "I ..." she paused, words that she had planned to use as whips dying on her tongue. This is awful. She couldn't even say what she needed to say. Instead, the desire to do what he just asked was so overpowering that her knees became weak.
Her feet carried her to the counter, hands pressed against the glass as she forced her eyes on the knives under them. Why was being around Jackson so difficult for her? Why did she feel so jealous when she shouldn't? Why did she want to have him carry her out of the store like a swashbuckling pirate? This was so unlike her, it frightened her as much as Dimitri's comatose body. "What are you?" she managed to get out in a whisper, so quiet that the guy behind the counter didn't hear.
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