Chezka

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Jack stared at his phone expectantly, fingers tapping against the screen restlessly. His dad was usually quick to respond, no matter what time he texted him. The man was glued to his phone 24/7! When his phone finally buzzed, playing a ringtone instead of beeping once like he expected, he had to admit he jumped a little. Ah, shit. He didn't know why he was so jumpy, but he'd also never inadvertently come across one of their past targets before. There was no precedent, no protocol, and he had no freaking idea what to do.

His eyes darted around, scanning the vicinity for anyone who could possibly overhear their conversation. Seeing no one within earshot, he accepted the call and greeted his dad with as casual a 'hey' as he could manage, although he was sure some of his panic colored his voice.

Instead of his dad's gruff voice greeting him back, he heard a bark of laughter, one with that slight maniacal lilt that meant he was extremely happy. His brow quirked reflexively as he tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Did he just score another 50k story? He thought for sure his dad would freak out, considering he was just a few yards away from a man whose life they've ruined. Sure, Pierce can't kill him out in public (and y'know, he wouldn't know who he was), but he'd rather not take his chances.

It took his dad a few seconds to compose himself. "Fuck, that's pretty good. This is what Pierce's been up to since then?" There was another bark of laughter, and his dad rambled on about how 'those who can't, teach.' Jack knew his dad liked it when he sees the results of his work. Each entitled asshole brought down to ground was a victory, and their misery was a reward. Still, of all the people they've targeted, it seemed that the football star was the one that his dad had hated the most. He never knew why.

"So, how is the fucker doing? Miserable in his dead-end job?" His dad was excited, and Jack had to smile. He liked it when his dad can be happy. God knows he suffered enough as it is.

"Can't say right now, but he fucking should be." Jack stood to get a closer look at said target, but as he scoped out the picnic area, he realized he was no longer there. "I mean teaching after having an amazing career—"

Jack didn't notice the approaching figure until he had spoken. He stopped midsentence, swallowing nervously while trying to pretend he was busy... leaning against a tree. He could hear his dad asking what happened from the other end, but he ignored him for the moment. Shit, he was going to die now, isn't he? Or he'd end up with his first kill, because he sure as hell won't give in without a fight.

When Pierce raised his hand, Jack had been ready to defend himself. He didn't expect the man to merely wave at him and be on his way, taking with him a couple of dogs. Wait...that was it? Jack's eyebrow quirked again as he watched him leave, feeling a little stunned. His dad heard Pierce's voice and had been barraging him with questions for the last minute, but for some reason, he got really irritated at how calm and content he had seemed.

"He doesn't look very miserable right now" was all he could tell his dad.

Games of Thorns

I'm interested, too! I got hooked with the Kingdom Hearts-style world jumping concept. :) There are so many video game worlds you can play with, so that'll definitely be fun .

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Sixsmith said
Keep it to this group. We've got a lot to work with currently.

And I don't what HIMYM.I watch the Walking Dead.

And I have to watch the Season Finale now... so, uh, brb... LOL.

And dun move the picnic yet, Chezka still needs to post for Jack. D: It's why I went that way with Jaycen.

Did you watch it yet? Holy crap, it's the first time I've been so stressed out and panicked from watching a show. XD
I'll see if I can do it tomorrow, but I might not get to post 'til Thursday.

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Mizuho said
Also, my night was ruined by the finale for How I Met Your Mother </3

Ahh, that finale~ I didn't know what to feel. I loved the first half, but then my Swarkles. :'(

The Secret War: Non-fandom, modern day thriller setting.

I'd like to throw in my interest, as well.

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Belated happy birthday! <3 I posted so I could give you a gift.

P.S. I can't wait for Yuki/Wren interactions. ;3

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Wren's phone rang just as Eliza had propped herself up on the dunk tank, forcing her to miss the actual dunking process, much as she wanted to join in cheering for the older girl. The familiar ringtone that played in a loop indicated that it was her manager calling, and that in turn, meant that this was not a call she could, or ever would, ignore. Digging out her phone in her satchel, she tried to maneuver quickly through the growing crowd, but she struggled to push against the flow as everyone started to gather around the tank. When she'd finally gotten free, Wren sat herself on a bench some feet away from the bustling area and accepted the call. She was immediately greeted by a familiar wail of excitement then a string of incoherent babbling, in a manner that she had come to associate with 'more work.' It could only mean that her quiet days-off were numbered and she didn't mind it one bit.

The call lasted all of ten minutes, but she came out of it three months busier. Photo shoot next Thursday. Some interviews the following week. Her manager also wanted her to get ready for possible pickups or reshoots, which were most likely for some of the fight scenes she had to do. There were also a dozen more things, all listed in her calendar already, which she was expected to review and accept later tonight. Suffice it to say, she was busy and she couldn't be happier. It would actually worry her more if her manager wasn't trying to fill in as much of her schedule as was allowed by law.

Wren had half a mind to run back to her room and start relearning the choreography for the fight scenes. There were some moves she would definitely want to perfect this time around. She could start prepping for the interview, as well. Last time she had accidentally let her snarkier side free, and she'd taken some of her fans by surprise. She wouldn't want a repeat of that. And then she could maybe even start a seven-day detox regimen so she'd have that healthy skin glow right before the shoot. Good thing she hadn't eaten any of the picnic food yet!

As more and more concerns crowd her thoughts, Wren frowned. She felt suddenly restless. There was a weight on her shoulders that came out of nowhere, like a strange sense of overwhelming trepidation, and she knew from experience that it wouldn't go away until she feels like she's been productive. Wren stood and started walking back toward the path that led to the dorm, stopped after a moment, then turned around to sit back down on the bench with childish resignation.

No, today's picnic day. Wren had to tell herself. She promised her mother she would make room for work-free days, and this was one of them. Can't work today. Can't work today. She repeated it like a mantra, but her thoughts were too quick to drift to the coming weeks and what she needed to do to prepare.

Wren groaned in frustration. She was going nowhere with this endless fretting, and it was just giving her a headache. Jumping up from the bench, she looked around for her roommate, knowing she could help distract her for a while, but she couldn't find her through the crowd and she currently hadn't the energy to wade through them. She was in all honesty tempted to scream for Julie, because she wasn't thinking straight and she'd apparently forgotten about the magic of mobile phones. Luckily, she spotted a familiar figure sitting on the grass just a few feet from her, feasting on practically the whole potluck.

"August Marco," she called out, smiling as she approached him. If anyone could help her loosen up a little, it would be the infamous prankster. "Know any cures for a raging workaholic?"

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Jack rolled his eyes as he walked past two students, keying on their conversation with little interest. He thought it would be more interesting, seeing as the Japanese girl was the hidden bitch type, through and through. His bullshit detector had leveled up a lot after all the observing he and his dad had to do, and he's pretty sure he can sense when crap was being spewed. But whatever, the Jap girl wasn't anyone to worry about. He was currently more interested in the teachers, especially after witnessing all that shit earlier.

See, Jack had been reluctant to join in the picnic, but his dad raised a good point about everyone being unguarded on events like these. So he went, and like his dad said, unguarded they were. He'd arrived in the weird ass picnic just in time to see the veep and the principal drying off each other, looking inappropriately horny all the while. After the veep got dunked in the tank, Jack had noticed how quickly the two convened and scurried off somewhere, probably to flirt up a storm and maybe even get a quickie in. The other two male teachers, the giant one drinking beer and the one that was probably a psycho psychologist or whatever, weren't any better. Jack had been covertly weaving his way around the park, picking up on possible useful information to relay to his dad, when he overheard those two talking about hard-ons and fuck buddies. He rolled his eyes. Seeing students all handsy and horny was normal, but teachers? It was a little surreal to watch, because he hadn't been in school for two years and the teachers he remembered were old farts who droned on and on about anything and everything. Here, everyone seemed young and actually pretty good-looking. But whatever, he was digressing. If anything, it was probably good for him that the teachers here were brazen like this. It meant the possibility of a scandal was higher than normal. Knowing that there was a lot of Kinsey sixes was potentially helpful, as well. He'd have to tweak some of the approaches he had up his sleeve.

Jack watched as more and more people gathered around the dunk tank. After the teachers, the students started lining up to get dunked. That Herring girl was particularly popular, and she was probably the reason everyone started crowding around the tank. Even he wouldn't have minded watching her get soaked, but he wasn't interested enough to actually bother moving through the crowd. There were others playing with water guns or just chatting in small groups, but Jack walked past all of them and found himself an unoccupied spot under a tree that overlooked most of the park. From there, he could see everything that was going on without having to actually be around them. He could only stomach so many pretentious heirlings at once.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he began sending a second batch of his observations to his dad. -Three Hawthornes, dad. I thought there were only two, but I spotted another one. His eyes trailed over the tables were all the food were, remembering the batch of pot brownies that was among them. He'd had his fair share to know it was one after a few bites. He counted a handful who'd already taken a bite, so he was just waiting to see what happens when it kicks in. -Someone's got access to drugs, so I'm gonna follow up on that. Probably an easy way to shake Caelbury up.

Jack continued to scan the park idly, his sharp blue eyes already used to picking up only interesting activity. The teachers stopped trying to get into each other's pants, and the students were thoroughly enjoying getting each other wet. Everything seemed normal. He was about to head back to his room, convinced that things have calmed down to the point that nothing interesting would happen anymore, but then he saw him. Over there, just to the side of psycho psychologist and giant theater man, hanging out with two other teachers. Jack zeroed in on him almost instantly, and his hands automatically and deftly typed in his thoughts on his phone, knowing full well his dad needed to hear about this.

-what. the. fuck. Pierce is here.

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Sixsmith said
Lol, Ikea.You should change that to next Friday night, if you get my gist.

I realized I suck at understanding Ikea instructions. :'(

btw, I sent you an overdue PM. I also managed to whip up a quick, maybe a little messy, post for Jack so I can get a feel for him. But I've set it up so he'd noticed the ex-QB, so yeah. 8D

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Gahh, sorry again! RL keeps handing me things to do. D':
My mom decided she couldn't stand how messy my room was, so she went to Ikea and bought a shit-ton of new furniture on Sunday. I've been spending all of my free time just assembling and reorganizing stuff. But seeing as I'm almost done, I should be able to get an IC post up by Friday night, if that isn't too late.