|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:10 pm
When it came to providing for the clientele, Jett always aimed to please. While Alex was a friend, when he had mentioned being interested in candle holders, that immediately meant he had Jett's full attention. When he had returned to work, he had gone through their database and invested a hefty amount of time in order to pull out what pairs of silver candle holders they had in stock. Even with Alexandre's specific tastes, they had a number to choose from. He had spoken with the male, and they agreed on a fairly loose time to meet.
Not that Jett was in any particular rush; it had been fairly busy earlier in the day, though since then he'd been able to relax and focus on cataloguing some of the newer acquirements. He derived great pleasure from researching what items had come in and devoted a great deal of attention when it came to appraising them. The only thing he liked more than sticking a price on an item was actually selling it. Of course, his boss typically had a second look after Jett had done the initial research, but what Jett did saved the older man a vast amount of time.
The boxes of candle holders were nestled snuggly under the desk, and Jett had made himself comfortable slouched over the laptop, absentmindedly skimming the page for information on the waterlogged book in his hand. His hair was tied back, and he wore an extra jacket to combat the chill; even with the heat on, some of the December cold had crept in. Reading glasses, which he preferred to keep off his face in public, were required to read the tiny script on the page in front of him, though otherwise he looked the same as usual.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 9:54 pm
While Jett had gone back to work and looked up what candle holders he had Alexandre had gone home and went to check out what paintings he had. He had several, mostly medium sized canvases, covered in natural scenes done in the whisper soft hues of water colored paint. Spending a fair amount of time looking over each canvas he finally brought several out to his car. In the trunk he kept blankets so he could wrap his paintings in order to safely transport them. It was five different canvases that were covered up and left in the trunk till he was ready to visit Jett.
With that task accomplished Alexandre felt comfortable in finishing what he had to do inside, namely feeding and letting Cadha out back, and once those two things and a few smaller things were done he was ready to go. Petting Cadha at the front door he headed out and locked up and moments later was heading toward the antique shop he knew his friend worked at.
When he'd arrived, and found a parking spot, Alexandre went to redo his hair holder; his hair had gotten a bit loose due to the slight opening in his window, but with a snap and a yelp the hair holder had gone flying somewhere in the car. His hair band was broken and his hair was left free and hanging abut his face. Knowing he had no other hair holder, he didn't think to keep others with him, the blond huffed a sigh and got out of his car and headed for the front of the antique shop. The door was opened and Alexandre loosened the scarf he'd had round tightly about his neck. A glance about as he sought out his friend. "Jett."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:55 am
Alex had done Jett a kindness by introducing himself, as it gave Jett ample time to pull the glasses from his face as he turned to face the blonde. Pocketing the utensils, he flashed a smile even as his eyes were attempting to readjust. "Alex," he greeted, recognizing the voice before the face. "You're looking fashionable today," he teased, unable to resist teasing just slightly. He couldn’t imagine anyone—girls included—handling hair that long without it being tied up.
He closed the laptop and set the book down before standing, as not to be rude. "I trust you found the place all right?" he asked; JW Antiques wasn't exactly a difficult place to find, but it was snuggled amidst a number of much flashier establishments. Even the outside had a somewhat classic, antique feel about it—particularly when compared to the bright, flashy fronts of the boutiques and cafes speckled throughout the block.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 4:05 pm
"The hair?" He questioned, running a hand through the silken hair, he was perhaps a bit vain when it came to his hair. "Hair holder broke just as I got here." And he obviously didn't have a spare one, or he'd likely have his hair tied back. The only time it was ever down was when he went to bed; at least when he wasn't powered up. He'd sort of gotten used to dealing with his hair down thanks to his powered up appearance.
"I did, thank you. Your directions were easy to follow. I have five canvases in my car. I didn't think it prudent to bring them all in here when I didn't know who might or might not be here and such." Shrugging lightly as he spoke. "I hope you didn't have a hard time finding the candle holders you said you had in stock." Glancing around the establishment as he stepped over to the counter Jett stood behind. The place was nice, clean, and it had a lot in it and yet didn't look like it was cluttered in a messy fashion. Somehow he'd always pictured antique stores in that way; dusty and cramped with things all over the place with no rhyme or reason for why things where were they were, it wasn't like that here though.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 3:39 pm
Jett nodded, quite pleased with this. "Excellent, glad to hear that," he said, both about Alex finding the place so easily and about bringing the canvases. "It wasn't much trouble at all to get the holders out. I wasn't sure where exactly your tastes were, so I pulled out a number. Here," he said, leaning over to pick up the box. It was heavy, though not unbearably so; he was used to it by now, and between his work in the shop, his workouts, and all the fights he'd gotten into as Remarque, it was by far a challenge.
He opened the box and began to lay out the pieces, explaining, "Some of these come with quite a bit of history behind them, though for the most part the price tag shouldn't be too crippling. Unless you were looking to collect some pieces of value, in which case I can point out the collector's items."
It wasn't like he wanted to advertise that the pieces had the possibility of being fairly pricey, but he figured it best to give Alexandre some sort of warning so he didn't get too attached to a piece if it was going to be out of his budget.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 5:52 pm
"I'd say old fashioned and nothing too over the top, cluttered, looking. Simple and elegant." Shrugging as he spoke. His eyes were busy watching the other lift up the box, noting how heavy it looked. While he ran, trained in fighting, and did attend those morning runs with Howlite and that group, he doubted he had as much strength in him as Jett apparently had. Maybe it was just his own opinion though and it wasn't the truth, he didn't much care either way.
"The ones with a history I'd like to see first, just because I am rather curious on their histories. As for prices I think I'll let appearance dictate what pieces I pick. Price...well my parents are paying and they're rather used to my spending habits." He figured that while he had no sister, and many said girls were known to be big spenders, he did enough for a sister or two all on his own. His parents were rather used to his inclinations and antics.
"Though I suppose the mature thing would be to ask what the highest is, price wise, and go from there and see what is a responsible amount to spend." He mused aloud before nodding his head once, half to himself and half for the other. "I should honestly start thinking a bit more on what I purchase, if only to show I'm growing up." Not that fighting in a war, and taking care of someone like Johnathan, didn't show that enough. Not to mention living on his own did a good job of that as well, how many seventeen year olds lived on their own after all?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:04 am
"Hey," Jett shrugged, "If you've got the money to spend, spend it at your leisure. I used to have money, but a girlfriend definitely took care of that," he said, cracking a grin. Raven wasn't that bad, but before her, Jett had always been more interested in saving—and of course the ritual spending for mother's day, birthdays and Christmas. Oh—and whenever he wanted something flashy for himself. Thankfully, his bank account was still in a fairly good state, and he was mostly want for nothing. His investment in stocks had paid off this year, so despite the lack of competitions he'd entered himself in, he wasn't suffering too badly.
"Some of these can get fairly pricey. I think the most expensive one is three and a half grand, but you'd know why if you saw it." He nodded in the general direction; a bit away from the front door of the shop there were several silver sets on display; a few different styles of silverware, some ornate serving trays, a tea set—and on the top shelf, just out of reach, a pair of tall, finely crafted candle holders. Their design was intricate and ornate, silver flowers spiraling up the length of the metal. It was stained only slightly from age, and was arguably the finest piece in that corner of the shop.
"But if you want something old fashioned, simple and elegant, there are plenty of pieces here that won't hurt your pocket so much." Unloading the candle holders, he left a few of the more gaudy pieces in place. When he finished pulling out the lot, he wound up with a nice array in front of him. He separated them in the middle, gesturing to the ones on the left with an explanation, "All of these are part of the matching set, and all of these," he gestured to the ones on the left, "Are missing their partner or weren't designed to have one."
He pointed at a few of them, listing an estimated price; he had done his research on all of them before pulling them out. Of this selection, the most expensive was a pair priced for just over five hundred; the cheapest was a single, sleek holder selling for ninety dollars.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 10:23 pm
"Yes, I've heard that's what girlfriends, and significant others, do." Shrugging he flashed the other something of a smile. "I have the money from my job, and what my parents have. Although most of this will come from my parents." Yup, his parents would understand being so used to it there wouldn't be comments about the spending. The only time he figured they'd complain was if he spent some massive amount of money, which he wasn't actually planning to do.
Following the others motion he stared for a moment before bobbing his head simply. "I can see why the price tag on them, they are well worth it. The design, from what I can see from here, is quite lovely." And he did have a thing for flowers and such, anyone who knew his hobbies knew that. Maybe he could get enough money together from work to get them? It was an idea. He didn't think his parents would quite agree on that much money spent on a set of candle holders. "Perhaps I'll save up for them, they are lovely." Very nice really, and quite tempting.
"Hmm, the ones without partners would be nice for a table in the living room. The partnered ones would work well in bedrooms I think." Yes, he would find a way to fill the townhouse he lived in with candle holders. He would see to the place looking very nice and elegant. "And one single one can go on the piano as well." Yes, there was a piano in his home. It wasn't that he played, he doubted he could even remember all the notes and such, but it was there still. It hadn't gone to England with Lily nor was it back at the Jacobs home, it had been allowed to remain in the town house.
As Jett listed prices he skimmed over each one as it's price was given. A few he pointed to before finishing up, as the last one was listed at ninety dollars. "The ones I pointed to I'm interested in. And that set in the display I think I'll be saving up for - they'll go in my own room." Yes, he would get them though not today.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 12:00 pm
Jett seemed rather surprised with this; he had always taken Alexandre as being from money, if only because he exuded such an aristocratic air. Of course, it could have just been tricks of the mind; when he'd first met him as Benitoite, he looked rather noble, and that image had simply stuck. "All right, then," he said, sounding a bit pleased. For the candlesticks Alex hadn't pointed to, he made quick work to clean them up. For the ones he had been interested with, he said only, "Let me pull up official prices for them to give you a better idea."
It didn't take him long; he turned to the computer and opened a tab documenting what items they had in storage and their appraised price. Jett pointed to each piece and listed the price as it was marked precisely (he hadn't done such a bad job working from memory), and then glanced up to the ones on the shelf. "And if you're interested in those, I can put them on hold for thirty days—sixty days, for preferred customers. I'm sure I can get you on that list if you'd be interested and think you might come up with the money within two months, I can reserve them for you. And, any of these you might be interested in, I can ring up and get them packed for you," he added, gesturing towards the selection still on the table.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 9:41 pm
Oh, he came from money. He wasn't as rich as some people he knew - Lily and her family. But he had enough to keep him quite happy and content. He just figured he might try and be a little mature and not look to them for every single thing. As Jett went to work getting the prices and paper work he pulled out his wallet and pulling it out of his pocket he flipped it open, like everything else he wore it was designer, and pulled out the debit card he was so accustomed to using.
"A month should be fine. I could, if I wanted, get them now. I just think my parents might have a few words for me. They are quite used to my spending habits. But living on my own and such I figure I should try and rely on myself, and my job, a bit more. Hence putting them on hold for now. I'll make half the cost in a month and have the parents pay the other half." Yes he had suddenly decided that's what he would do. He didn't much like the idea of waiting two months and making the money himself. Plus he'd need more than that to make up the amount fully on his own. He could do half of it though. With what he had on him now and what he could earn in a month. "So I'll have my parents cover everything I'm getting now. And what I have in cash, on my now, will go down on the ones in the display. I'll have them covered in a month."
Nodding his head he focused his attention back on the ones he would be getting. "Yes, the ones I pointed out. I'll be taking them all now." And he offered Jett the debit card. There would be more than enough in the account to cover it, he'd need to at least buy a car for to make a dent in the account...or empty it depending on what he got. And he had a car already. "I can help you pack them, and you can put the two in the display on reserve for me." He wouldn't be letting them get away from him - not a chance.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:58 pm
Jett took the card without question, though actually swiping the card was a bit of a procedure. He had to pull out a small, handheld card terminal. Had they been a bigger corporation, they'd probably have had a more modern one. As it were, however, most of their trade came in the form of checks and cash. Still, it wasn't trouble to accept a debit card—just a process. He had to turn the little machine on—hook it up, type in the charge, and then swipe the card—but he never missed a beat.
"Sounds good to me," Jett said; he handed the card and the terminal to Alex, explaining, "Need a quick signature and then we should be all good. Hit 'enter' when you're done, then 'print'—both buttons right next to each other, bottom right—if you want a receipt."
It wasn't typical store practice to make the customer do any work, but given that Alex was a friend, Jett figured there was more he could get away with. Besides—that gave him enough time to start packing things up. As he did this, he figured to that there wasn't a better place than the empty store to talk about more official business.
"So, personal question. This war. This whole thing. Messes with people's heads. Who do you go to talk to, when it's just too much for you? You know." The words seem to unnatural to him, and he had to force them out. "A shrink. Is there anyone professional the Negaverse employs, or…?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 11:33 pm
Watching the other he raised a brow at the odd contraption being used on the debit card. Well, that was certainly old. He could see the reason behind not having a new one though, but it would be easier, it didn't seem to bother Jett though.
Nodding his head as he took the pen he added a quick signature to things, his signature naturally slanting and small, he underlined his name in a fancy manner before pressing the two buttons and offering the pen back to Jett. His signature was somewhat readable. His script was good, normally, but when he went to sign things...well it became a little harder to read.
Staring, startled, by the question he blinked once before laughing softly. "I wish we had such a person, maybe we should look into bringing a shrink into the fold. The only thing I can suggest is talking to someone else in this war, someone else on this side. I wish I could give a better answer - I think we all could use a professional to talk to." And when this war was over, if it ever ended in his life time, he felt they would all need counseling and therapy to handle it all.
"What's bothering you?" There had to be a reason for him to be asking such a question. Was this getting to be too much for Jett? It had been too much at times, more often than not, for Alexandre as well.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 9:42 pm
While Jett had been rather fluidly moving while working and listening to Alex, he paused the moment Alex asked what was bothering him. He had pressed the button on the machine and it had just printed out a receipt. His eyes flickered up to Alex's face and he looked at him scrutinously. "What's bothering me? Nothing's bothering me," he scoffed.
He was fine. He wasn't the sort to talk about someone when he had an issue—especially not someone he had to pay to listen to him. He shook his head, and while he really couldn't blame Alex for the misunderstanding, he couldn't believe for an instant that Alex could think he'd ever take himself to a shrink.
"It's not for me," he clarified. "Just looking out for someone in the Court. She's got some issues to work out with in her personal life. They're distracting her, making her a liability. Putting her in danger every time she powers up. I told her I'd help her foot the bill, but she hasn't figured out who she wants me to address the check to, yet. I figured you guys have been around for much longer, some of you had to have some contacts or something. Kinda surprising you wouldn't have at least one shrink among your ranks." He seemed thoughtful and then shrugged, "Might be a good thing to look into, yeah?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 8:01 pm
Rolling his eyes he nodded his head. Watching the other he leaned his elbow on the glass counter top, rather improper behavior but he really didn't care at the moment, his chin found itself perched in his open palm as he watched the taller blond. While people might not like talking to others, and didn't like the shrink idea, he saw some value in it - especially if and when this whole war ended. Ptsd was suffered by adults and they were mostly all teenagers who had the normal teenage stresses to deal with. No telling what would come of it in the end, and who along the way might snap. But Alexandre would also admit to detesting the idea of talking to someone, unless it was someone he trusted - not some professional. But he knew that could only make issues, whatever issues may be there, worse. Talking to someone who also had issues and didn't know, possibly, how to handle your issues. It was all a mess really.
Tilting his head he raised a slender blond brow. "Someone I know? Or is it someone new?" He questioned, concern coloring his words. Whoever it was if they were having problems they needed to be helped.
"Considering the likelihood of someone snapping or breaking under the stress I have to admit surprise, now that I think about it. I've been too involved, in everything, to think about it before." Everything being school, work, social obligations and the life he led at night. Maybe it really was a good thing a relationship wasn't added on to things, though perhaps that would be something to relax him from a stressing day or night. "Finding someone would be hard, unless she can keep her second life out of conversation. But if she can do that than I can see about something....my father's first job was a high school counselor, a nice way of saying he was the school psychologist. I wouldn't offer him, I don't want him close to anything, but maybe he knows someone." He'd like to keep his parents out of this part of his life, not let them know about his friends and have them questioning him about things.
"We should also have a doctor among our ranks. I know we have a emt. But a doctor would be nice as well, considering the injuries we get and something how often. It gets hard explaining things at the hospitals er at a point." Thankfully he hadn't reached that point but he was bad at lying, to put it lightly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 10:48 pm
Jett nodded as he packed the last of the candles up in a box for the male. "Seems like a good plan. I'd love to have a few of those in the DMC, though I don't think we've got anyone old enough to even have finished college yet. Could be wrong." It wasn't like the lot of them had been discussing their personal lives much of late, though for the ones he had met, it seemed like nearly all of them were younger than him. "Still," he shrugged, "If we're all working together in this war, I'd like to think you'd loan us your resources if need be. You've got a few more connections than we do, you should really look into getting some professionals involved. I would think with your connections that would be easy but," he shrugged, rather glad that the conversation had drifted away from the who in all of this.
It wasn't that he didn't mind telling Alex things about the Court; he trusted the male, and considering how much of an effort Alex put into making sure the Dark Mirror Court was doing all right, Jett doubted he had any nefarious plans just waiting to be unleashed. The real issue in all of it was just that he didn't want to betray Esme's trust.
He had a vague idea of what might have happened to her to cause her such duress, but it was by no means his story to tell—unless Alex had information of equal relevance, in which case Jett could have had very loose lips. But, now was not the time to focus on bartering or gossip; he had gotten what information he needed.
If the Negaverse didn't have anyone on speed dial, that meant any shrink was as good as the next and that he could relax and let Esme pick out her own. Folding the cardboard flaps over, Jett idly snagged a roll of duct tape and sealed it shut before sliding the box towards Alex. "All yours," he said, then focusing his attention on boxing the unwanted candle holders.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
