Jax dragged a dry hand over his face as he stretched in bed, a guttural yawn echoing in the small mausoleum apartment. He ached in places he hadn’t felt for years but he brushed it off as having slept funky. Turning over, he realized the spot beside him was empty. ‘Hm,’ he thought, ‘ Raina musta snuck out early for dinner.’ Jax really thought little of it, it wasn’t odd for him to sleep in and miss a good hunt. His large feet hit the cold floor and he scuffled his way over to the bathroom to shower. Nothing out of place or out of the ordinary. While he showered, he ran over the things he had planned for the night, mostly finishing up some contracts he had taken for valuable pieces of art scattered in warehouses around the city, maybe hit his shop for a while and throw together some new toys.
Once showered and dressed, he snatched his leather coat and hit the streets. He was famished and feeling pretty lightheaded. In fact, he could barely recall the details of the previous night, and his only conclusion was that he probably overdid it on the booze. It took a few meals on stranded humans to even take notice that things weren’t so familiar. He never expected to see any familiar faces, he hadn’t seen one of those since Micah turned him, every night every face was different to him, but places had never changed, entire buildings he had never seen, fences and cops littering the streets, and the tension in the city was thick now. He looked up to the sky, the evening had just begun by the looks of it, so he hadn’t actually slept in at all, had he?
Digging in his jacket pocket, he tugged out his cell to check the time, which didn’t even work anymore. “****.” He said the word aloud and slipped into the only familiar building nearby, one of the small cafés. The clock positioned above the coffee clerk read 8pm. Early. He slouched down into a seat and brushed some crumbs off the paper that lay across the table. No lack of news, like the city blew up overnight and he hadn’t heard a thing in his sleep, not through the array of strange dreams he got, oddly about Zoey, pestering him to get his *** out of bed.
It wasn’t until several minutes had gone by that he caught the date at the top of the paper. March 29, 2014. “What the ****?” His mind raced. Couldn’t be. It was September of 2012 last night. Where the hell did that time go, what had he been doing? Had he lost chunks of his memory again? No way he slept for well over a damned year. No way.
He cracked the table with the force he slammed the paper down and stormed out of the café. He had to find Zoey. He got the sinking feeling that those may not have been dreams, after all.
A Year Later... (Zoey)
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Zoey Jane
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Re: A Year Later... (Zoey)
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Zoey Jane: So many things had changed in the past eighteen months. Hell, major things had changed in the past two days. A year ago she was still the remnants of a timid, fearful little girl with hope that had been torn to shreds. She'd been part of Solace -- a do-gooder, someone that reached out to people in need and gave everything she had to offer it it only meant one small smile. Now, she was stronger than that. A year had put her through so many obstacles, ones she chose to face with strength and courage she only could have learned from the men in her family. One year ago, she wouldn't have envisioned herself as a strong woman in a faction of hunters. She wouldn't have told herself that one day, she'd be loved. And never would she have thought that she would be getting eternally bound to the love of her life.
A dimpled smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she tore her gaze away from her papers to look down at the white gold engagement ring on her left finger. Blake proposed less than forty-eight hours ago, and she still wasn't sure if it had sunk in yet. Since the man, easily twice her age, was gone on business for the weekend, she'd set to burying herself in work at the tattoo shop and planning. Her shift at Masterpiece was still another few hours away, and the Eyrie had been too busy for her to concentrate peacefully, so she'd packed up her magazines, laptop, and drove to the graveyard.
Now she was curled up on the large U-shaped couch in her family’s crypt, clad in jeans and one of Blake's t-shirts, computer in her lap. A notebook full of sketches was strewn across her keyboard, but this page in particular was a list of names. People that she and Blake would be inviting to the ceremony and reception. She'd already gotten so much done, and there was still an endless list of tasks to accomplish. Setting down her pen, she brought a hand up to her face and rubbed at her forehead some, sighing. Maybe she could use a distraction after all.
Jaxton Andras: Jax probably stormed the streets on a rampage for 20 minutes before it turned into a lost but prideful stride as he tried to navigate the new maze of roads and neighborhoods. He combed through what little memories he still had, trying to figure out how to find Micah's damned crypt, all the while hoping it still existed. One way or another, he was going to track down someone that would know him, know his face, since he would never know theirs. His mind was scattered, jumping through brief glimpses of the life he had before he slept, wondering what had happened to all of it. Had he thrown it all away or had he just slept it into a non-existance?
He kept his head down low as he passed by cops, unsure of any bounty that rested on his head, or had he just been completely erased from the memories of the city that he once knew. He was sore and his skin was dried out, still looking for blood and cornering one lone female outside of an abandoned warehouse he still remembered. It was quick and bloody, but he left her alive, barely. He wasn't looking for too much risk until he had answers, answers he thought only Zoey could provide.
Why her? Why was it her that plagued his mind while he slept and why was it her that he needed so desperately right now. He remembered the fragile but spirited girl, but so young and naive, and yet it seemed that she would be the one to bring him back from whatever held him down for over a year. He finally came to Micah's crypt and turned the knob slowly, testing his ability to still enter the abode. As the door unlatched, he threw it open.
Zoey Jane: Zoey tilted her head at the sound of some rather heavy, lumbering footsteps coming closer from the other side of that door. It was probably her dad, she initially thought. When the door was slammed open, however, she shoved her laptop aside and jumped up quickly, reaching to her spine where she kept her gun hidden in the waistband of her jeans. The weapon was drawn in a few seconds, cocked and ready to shoot. It took her eyes another second to fully focus on the person that was entering their home -- someone she hadn't seen in a year and a half. He smelled like... like a mixture of unpleasant things, but the scent which stood out the most was fresh blood. He'd had a lot of it. His towering frame and thick dreads were exactly as she remembered them, however.
With shaky hands, she hesitated enough to lower the gun little by little, peering over it to stare into the man's gaze. If she had a living heart, it would have skipped a few beats and then pounded hard enough to burst from her chest. Exhaling a stammering breath, she slowly parted her lips and emitted the barest whisper.
"... Boo?"
Jaxton Andras: Jax instantly ducked when he caught sight of the gun drawn, prepared to roll and fumble for his own weapon, which he was certain wasn't actually on his person, if he still owned one at all. It wasn't necessary, however, as the gun started to drop, the holder clearly familiar with his face which flooded relief over the man as he steadied back to his feet.
It took all of 10 seconds before he made himself comfortable on a chair, and his big booted feet propped up on a table. The small 'boo' that had slipped past her pretty lips was the only reminder he needed of who stood, gun drawn, staring at him. He gave a sly wink to Zoey standing there trying to contain some very big emotion in such a tiny frame. "Mind filling me in on what the **** happened?"
Zoey Jane: Zoey's feet were frozen to where she stood, body unable to move as she merely followed him with her eyes. His sudden arrival shocked her to her core, and beneath that were floods of relief, joy, and something else she couldn't really grasp. Not anger, but close to it. Pale digits uncurled from around the butt of her gun, allowing it to drop onto the sofa. Her throat moved as she swallowed harshly, and then she began to take slow, cautious steps, unsure of how he'd changed (if at all).
It was when he winked at her and spoke that she rushed over to him and threw herself into his lap, slender arms wrapping around his neck while her face became planted into his dreads. She didn't mind the stench, and respect for his personal space was certainly the last thing on her mind. That sense of relief overwhelmed her, glossing her eyes over and luring a shaky sigh from her lips.
"Jax..."
Jaxton Andras: When Zoey crashed against his body, he let out a near roar of laughter. He had never been fond of overt affection, but he made a small exception for the moment, hoping once she had it out of her system she could focus on explaining what had happened. He gave the woman a squeeze with big arms that may have crushed a human girl, given his state of mind and bulk, but he quickly set her on her feet undamaged.
"We can save some of the reunion love for later. First, I need you to tell me what the hell is going on."
Zoey Jane: That laugh of his was infectious enough that she found herself smiling, even as he placed her on her feet and demanded some sort of explanation. For what? Why was he asking her what happened? Confusion took over her expression, scrunching her 'brows and causing her to squint somewhat as she eyed him.
"You slept, Jax... for a long time," she began, tilting her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't know how to wake you. You were in so deep that I thought the fade consumed you, for a while..."
Jaxton Andras: He shifted in his chair and yanked out his cell phone, tossing it to the table with a grunt. "All my **** is out of date, pockets full of crap, buildings popped up all over and cops look like roaches on crack patrolling those streets now. And the only thing I can tell you is that your face is the one that haunted me while I slept. Guy can't even nap without someone all up in his ****. Girls." He mocked a frustrated glare at her before grinning. "Maybe that fade did take me for a while, hell if I know. Fucked up though. Seems I missed all sorts of action."
Zoey Jane: She moved to pick up his phone, wiping the screen on her jeans to get rid of the build-up on it. A soft laugh left her before she held it up a little. "This is just dead," she told him. "As for the hauntings..." Her hands fell to her hips, which cocked to one side as she eyed him with an arched 'brow. "That was just telepathy, which was the only thing I could use to contact you."
The stern tone in her voice subsided a little as he looked down and sighed. "We missed you," she murmured, before turning away to grab her backpack off the couch. She dug around in its main compartment until she found one of the phones she stole on her nightly pick-pocketing runs. It was tossed to him, coupled with a USB charger. "Use this for now. And don't ask me about any ******* cops. Pigs..." she muttered in disgust.
Zoey Jane: So many things had changed in the past eighteen months. Hell, major things had changed in the past two days. A year ago she was still the remnants of a timid, fearful little girl with hope that had been torn to shreds. She'd been part of Solace -- a do-gooder, someone that reached out to people in need and gave everything she had to offer it it only meant one small smile. Now, she was stronger than that. A year had put her through so many obstacles, ones she chose to face with strength and courage she only could have learned from the men in her family. One year ago, she wouldn't have envisioned herself as a strong woman in a faction of hunters. She wouldn't have told herself that one day, she'd be loved. And never would she have thought that she would be getting eternally bound to the love of her life.
A dimpled smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she tore her gaze away from her papers to look down at the white gold engagement ring on her left finger. Blake proposed less than forty-eight hours ago, and she still wasn't sure if it had sunk in yet. Since the man, easily twice her age, was gone on business for the weekend, she'd set to burying herself in work at the tattoo shop and planning. Her shift at Masterpiece was still another few hours away, and the Eyrie had been too busy for her to concentrate peacefully, so she'd packed up her magazines, laptop, and drove to the graveyard.
Now she was curled up on the large U-shaped couch in her family’s crypt, clad in jeans and one of Blake's t-shirts, computer in her lap. A notebook full of sketches was strewn across her keyboard, but this page in particular was a list of names. People that she and Blake would be inviting to the ceremony and reception. She'd already gotten so much done, and there was still an endless list of tasks to accomplish. Setting down her pen, she brought a hand up to her face and rubbed at her forehead some, sighing. Maybe she could use a distraction after all.
Jaxton Andras: Jax probably stormed the streets on a rampage for 20 minutes before it turned into a lost but prideful stride as he tried to navigate the new maze of roads and neighborhoods. He combed through what little memories he still had, trying to figure out how to find Micah's damned crypt, all the while hoping it still existed. One way or another, he was going to track down someone that would know him, know his face, since he would never know theirs. His mind was scattered, jumping through brief glimpses of the life he had before he slept, wondering what had happened to all of it. Had he thrown it all away or had he just slept it into a non-existance?
He kept his head down low as he passed by cops, unsure of any bounty that rested on his head, or had he just been completely erased from the memories of the city that he once knew. He was sore and his skin was dried out, still looking for blood and cornering one lone female outside of an abandoned warehouse he still remembered. It was quick and bloody, but he left her alive, barely. He wasn't looking for too much risk until he had answers, answers he thought only Zoey could provide.
Why her? Why was it her that plagued his mind while he slept and why was it her that he needed so desperately right now. He remembered the fragile but spirited girl, but so young and naive, and yet it seemed that she would be the one to bring him back from whatever held him down for over a year. He finally came to Micah's crypt and turned the knob slowly, testing his ability to still enter the abode. As the door unlatched, he threw it open.
Zoey Jane: Zoey tilted her head at the sound of some rather heavy, lumbering footsteps coming closer from the other side of that door. It was probably her dad, she initially thought. When the door was slammed open, however, she shoved her laptop aside and jumped up quickly, reaching to her spine where she kept her gun hidden in the waistband of her jeans. The weapon was drawn in a few seconds, cocked and ready to shoot. It took her eyes another second to fully focus on the person that was entering their home -- someone she hadn't seen in a year and a half. He smelled like... like a mixture of unpleasant things, but the scent which stood out the most was fresh blood. He'd had a lot of it. His towering frame and thick dreads were exactly as she remembered them, however.
With shaky hands, she hesitated enough to lower the gun little by little, peering over it to stare into the man's gaze. If she had a living heart, it would have skipped a few beats and then pounded hard enough to burst from her chest. Exhaling a stammering breath, she slowly parted her lips and emitted the barest whisper.
"... Boo?"
Jaxton Andras: Jax instantly ducked when he caught sight of the gun drawn, prepared to roll and fumble for his own weapon, which he was certain wasn't actually on his person, if he still owned one at all. It wasn't necessary, however, as the gun started to drop, the holder clearly familiar with his face which flooded relief over the man as he steadied back to his feet.
It took all of 10 seconds before he made himself comfortable on a chair, and his big booted feet propped up on a table. The small 'boo' that had slipped past her pretty lips was the only reminder he needed of who stood, gun drawn, staring at him. He gave a sly wink to Zoey standing there trying to contain some very big emotion in such a tiny frame. "Mind filling me in on what the **** happened?"
Zoey Jane: Zoey's feet were frozen to where she stood, body unable to move as she merely followed him with her eyes. His sudden arrival shocked her to her core, and beneath that were floods of relief, joy, and something else she couldn't really grasp. Not anger, but close to it. Pale digits uncurled from around the butt of her gun, allowing it to drop onto the sofa. Her throat moved as she swallowed harshly, and then she began to take slow, cautious steps, unsure of how he'd changed (if at all).
It was when he winked at her and spoke that she rushed over to him and threw herself into his lap, slender arms wrapping around his neck while her face became planted into his dreads. She didn't mind the stench, and respect for his personal space was certainly the last thing on her mind. That sense of relief overwhelmed her, glossing her eyes over and luring a shaky sigh from her lips.
"Jax..."
Jaxton Andras: When Zoey crashed against his body, he let out a near roar of laughter. He had never been fond of overt affection, but he made a small exception for the moment, hoping once she had it out of her system she could focus on explaining what had happened. He gave the woman a squeeze with big arms that may have crushed a human girl, given his state of mind and bulk, but he quickly set her on her feet undamaged.
"We can save some of the reunion love for later. First, I need you to tell me what the hell is going on."
Zoey Jane: That laugh of his was infectious enough that she found herself smiling, even as he placed her on her feet and demanded some sort of explanation. For what? Why was he asking her what happened? Confusion took over her expression, scrunching her 'brows and causing her to squint somewhat as she eyed him.
"You slept, Jax... for a long time," she began, tilting her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't know how to wake you. You were in so deep that I thought the fade consumed you, for a while..."
Jaxton Andras: He shifted in his chair and yanked out his cell phone, tossing it to the table with a grunt. "All my **** is out of date, pockets full of crap, buildings popped up all over and cops look like roaches on crack patrolling those streets now. And the only thing I can tell you is that your face is the one that haunted me while I slept. Guy can't even nap without someone all up in his ****. Girls." He mocked a frustrated glare at her before grinning. "Maybe that fade did take me for a while, hell if I know. Fucked up though. Seems I missed all sorts of action."
Zoey Jane: She moved to pick up his phone, wiping the screen on her jeans to get rid of the build-up on it. A soft laugh left her before she held it up a little. "This is just dead," she told him. "As for the hauntings..." Her hands fell to her hips, which cocked to one side as she eyed him with an arched 'brow. "That was just telepathy, which was the only thing I could use to contact you."
The stern tone in her voice subsided a little as he looked down and sighed. "We missed you," she murmured, before turning away to grab her backpack off the couch. She dug around in its main compartment until she found one of the phones she stole on her nightly pick-pocketing runs. It was tossed to him, coupled with a USB charger. "Use this for now. And don't ask me about any ******* cops. Pigs..." she muttered in disgust.
...you have to be soft to be strong...
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Re: A Year Later... (Zoey)
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Jaxton Andras: He made a sort of 'oof' sound when the phone hit his chest, but nodded, shoving it into his pocket. "Like I said, girls, not a moments peace. So, what happened to my old lady? And where the hell is my sire at? Man can't even get a proper welcome back party." He stood and stretched out his frame, hands over his head and back arched. His dreads were more like a mess of knots now but he doesn't remember a time where he bothered to take much care of them. He started scratching at his stomach, unconcerned by the slob he appeared to be at the moment. He definitely wasn't by any means, but he had other things on his mind at the moment. He paused and looked back to Zoey, "Hey, didn't I have some young brat turned...that crazy *** chick that was always stalking me, what's her name."Zoey Jane: When he mentioned his 'lady', she stopped short and stared at him, mouth agape. Of course Raina would come up, of ******* course.
"Uhhhh..." She snapped her mouth shut and licked at her lips before pressing them firmly together. One hand went to her head, still full of waist-length hair. Scratching lightly at the back of her scalp, she grimaced and squinted one eye shut. "I'm gonna... go get you a drink while I figure out how to answer that."
As she wandered out into the kitchen, pulled open the fridge and grabbed some blood packs to pour into red Solo cups, she muttered a stream of French curses beneath her breath. After taking a deep breath, she walked back into the living room and shoved the cup into his hand.
"Raina's still... getting around..." she began, taking a long drink from her own cup. She was really wishing it was booze at that point. "My dad's probably in bed with his wife." She paused, realizing he probably had no clue who Velveteen was. "Not Jhen or Cali, by the way. This one is pretty amazing in every possible way. And Nyla? She stuck around in Andras. Has some childer of her own, now."
Jaxton Andras: Jax took the fancy plastic cup and downed whatever was in it without blinking, thankful for the blood once he realized. After, his hand came up to the mound of hair growing from his face and raked through it. He wasn't entirely certain which question he posed resulted in the unpleasant reaction, but he found it amusing nonetheless and sported a big grin to show it. He cleared his throat as she continued, showing little interest or concern about much of it. If he was honest, he didn't even remember Jhen or Cali, but then Micah had a way of making the girls hover.
"Nyla, she's the crazy ***** I turned, yeah? Anyone tame her yet, or should I get my weapons back up to par?"
Zoey Jane: Zoey sat down across from him, curling her legs up so that her heels could rest on the edge of her seat. As she was about to take another drink, she stopped and pointed at him with the hand that held her cup.
"Hey, leave Ny alone. She's actually pretty sweet once you get to know her... and she's come a long way."
Jaxton Andras: Jax let out another roar of laughter, "Yeah yeah, it wasn't your head she was trying to remove, was it? Good thing I'm built to take a few blows or she might have succeeded." He twitched a bit but reassured her, "Keep your pretty nails in, I ain't got no plans to hurt her. Hell, maybe I will snatch me a new one too, give her a little thing to play with. A bit of sport could do me some good."
He smashed the solo cup in his hands and tossed it into a waste basket. "Why don't you point me in the direction of this bed my sire is all huddled up in. I'd like to pay a visit, see how riled up I can get him."
Zoey Jane: The girl frowned lightly and gave a shake of her head. "It might do you both some good to actually get to know each other, you know..."
She drained the rest of her blood, then stood to dump the red cup into the trash. As he spoke, she couldn't keep a smirk from curling over her mouth as she laughed and rubbed a hand over her face.
"There's some things you have to know before you go waltzing up into his place. Like, for starters... you remember Tytonidae?"
Jaxton Andras: Jax shrugged at the thought of 'getting to know' Nyla. He could only see that **** happening if someone brought the girl to him hog tied and gagged first, but he kept that thought to himself for the moment. He gave her a blank stare when she mentioned Tytonidae, "Tidy what?" He clearly had no clue what she was on about.
Zoey Jane: Zoey snorted and covered her mouth with a palm. A few seconds later, she tried again, pronouncing the name more slowly this time. "Tie-tohn-ih-die. Tytonidae. Faction of hunters that support and protect the masquerade? Everyone was fearful of them if they got on the bounty list? Which is a whole other thing I gotta explain... ****."
Jaxton Andras: Jax cleared his throat, "I do remember the damned bounty ****, but I ain't ever been stupid enough to make it to the list, though a few close calls on some of the contracts I picked up. So what they got to do with sire-man? He all up in bed with them now, as much trouble as he is?"
Zoey Jane: "You could definitely say that," she said, biting her lip. "Except it's more like... he's in bed with their leader. They got bound just a little over a year ago. He helps her run the faction, now... And I'm in it."
Jaxton Andras: A roar of laughter filled the room, yet again. "Leave it to him to find a way to keep his head intact while he stirs **** all over the place. Smart plan, though, gotta hand it to him. I assume she's a looker too, yeah? Can't see him all up on a 2 dollar hooker....wait.."
He paused and grinned, "I take that back...I might recall a few of those." He was probably referring to Jhen, though he wouldn't have recalled her name if his life depended on it. "Well, ain't mean **** to me, I'll still bust all up in his bedroom. It's what I do, chica. Ain't got time for handin' out notices."
Zoey Jane: She laughed, plopping her *** back down onto the chair as she shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I mean, the perks are nice and everything, but..." A smile stretched across her lips and she shrugged. "He really loves her. She loves us. Pretty damn hot, though..."
Zoey cleared her throat a little and lowered her voice. “I wouldn't suggest creeping up in the Eyrie, though. The best thief can't get inside that tree without coming back out looking like death herself. ****, not even dad could pull that off."
Jaxton Andras: "Figured as much. What is Eyrie? Who said anything about creepin'? Do I look like someone that gets away with creepin' anywhere?" He puffed up his chest in protest. "So the hardcore lady killer is all about the love now? He hasn't gone all pansy about it, has he?" He snatched Zoey up from the chair and inserted himself under her, getting comfortable again and giving her thigh a pinch. "Tree?"
Zoey Jane: "Woah, woah, slow down with the questions! One at a time, man." She leaned back into his chest once she was done being shifted about like a doll, and sighed. "First, the Eyrie is a tree. A huge, fortified tree of death. And it's epic." She eyed him, grinning. "Is is to bad that he stopped sleeping around, hm?"
Jaxton Andras: Jax let out a frustrated sigh. A ******* tree, of all the goddamned things his sire could take a nap in. And not just any ole tree, a fortified tree. "Well do that fancy girl trick you do and get all up in his head, tell him to carry his *** over here."
Zoey Jane: "I can try? If they're doing the frickity frack I'm sure he don't want me up in his membrane," she pointed out, raising both 'brows.
Jaxton Andras: "It's Micah, I reckon he's used to peeps all up in his membrane during all sorts of activity in the bedroom. Just do it, chica."
Zoey Jane: She rolled her violet eyes, then closed them as she concentrated. A few seconds later, her eyes opened to the veiny whites. It took less than 20 seconds, and when she was finished sending the message she blinked a few times to straighten out her eyes like normal.
Zoey Jane: "Done."
Jaxton Andras: "That was it? No fancy turning heads or spooky smoke to go with it? Lame. I was expecting a show." He stood, setting Zoey back in the chair and heading to the door. "Well, while you wait for Micah, I'm gonna go find me a pair of nice legs to sweep up. Feeling a bit restless."
Zoey Jane: "Did you just tell me you're gonna go have sex?"
Jaxton Andras: He shrugged and opened the door, "If the mood strikes."
Zoey Jane: She shook her head, smirking. God, she missed him. "Might wanna take a shower while you're at it!"
Jaxton Andras: "I think I will need a few. The first tonight didn't take. I'll consider it."
