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 Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 7:39 pm
"I see." He hummed, and then abruptly Jack got to his feet. "Yeah, about that...I wonder if you're worth the effort now," he said, still smiling. "What hope could I possibly have when your very nature is to seek violence, one way or another? No, Creedy, the more I listen to you, the more I start to realize what a hopeless cause I have been entertaining."
He wondered if Peyton could see past barbs of his words and at the true intent: baiting. testing.
"I think I'll alert Jamil that we've got another fight-happy Sun on our hands," he sighed, starting to pick his way out of the debris and past her. "He'll be delighted to pick your ******** up brain, report you to the higher ups about another infected hunter to observe. I think cuffs might be in order."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 6:49 pm
The shift in conversation was utterly abrupt, and Peyton stiffened as Jack rolled up to his feet. For a hot second fear raced in to turn the blood in her veins to ice. Not at the idea of being turned in, or cuffs, or anything like that, but the chance that Noah, or America, or Taym would know how truly ******** up she was. Flawed, broken, not worth their time, or their effort. On her feet, she took two quick steps towards him, a hand shooting out as if she meant to grab his arm, but she stopped herself just shy, curling fingers around nothing but air, then lowered her fist back do to her side. "I thought you didn't like sharing, Jack." Maybe he was serious, and she would have to dissuade him from doing exactly what he was threatening. But maybe he wasn't.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:03 am
With his back to her, he allowed himself a little satisfied smile. It was replaced by something more neutral when he turned to Peyton, brows raised. "I don't," Jack agreed. "But that only applies to what I consider mine. Are you part of that?" They had brought it up on Twitter, but he wanted to hear her say it herself.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 8:25 am
The very notion that he held any ownership over at all was infuriating, and she had to snap her teeth around the automatic snarl of denial. She stood there, quiet and contemplative as delicate features gave him sullen disdain. He couldn't have all of her, not even for this, but for a chance at reclaiming that precious control, he could have the darkest part of her. "For this, yes." But she couldn't leave it at that, it was too broad, too undefined. "But if I can't do what we do with anyone else, you'll have to step up. I still have specialist training, and I do need to fight someone, all out, and if not you, than someone of your choosing that can hold their own."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 11:33 am
Even a part was enough. (For now.)
Fully facing her, Jack broached the short distance between them until he was uncomfortably close. With deliberate and slow motions he pulled a hand out of his pocket and placed several beneath Peyton's chin, gently lifting it up.
"Do what you want for your specialist training for now," he said. "I only have two rules: You will do as I say. And you cannot touch me." His lips tugged into a Cheshire smile. "Regardless of what I do to you. Agreed?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 3:55 pm
She was not afraid of Jack Hawthorne, but as he came close again she had to fight the urge to withdraw from the hand that came up to touch her chin. A little used to those long fingers going for her throat, perhaps. To her credit she she let him do it, with little more than a blink of pale eyes as she looked up at his face. It wasn't a friendly expression on freckle kissed features, but it wasn't outright hostile either. Conflicted, maybe, with a touch of defeat, because he had her, and he ******** knew it. The rules had the soft frown deepening, and brows dipped as she considered them. Warrick gave a low growl of warning in her head, and she hushed him, gently. It wasn't as if she was selling her soul. If Jack proved to be doing nothing more than toying with her it wasn't as if she couldn't get even, again. After a long pause her chest rose as she drew in a heavy breath, then gave the barest nod in agreement as she exhaled in a sigh.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:05 pm
"Good girl~" he crooned. His fingers slid up her chin, patted her cheek, and fell away. "Now if I'm not mistaken, we were in the middle of a history lesson, weren't we?" Jack gestured for her to return to her seat. "If you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles. You've told me a little about designating yourself as Astrid's moral guardian. Was there anything else that might have led you onto this terribly unfortunate path?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:16 pm
She winced as he patted her cheek, not because it hurt, just because. A cool look was passed up to him brows dipping ina slight narrow, before he was directing her back to her seat. Sinking back down, her elbows came to light on her knees, and slender fingers tangled together as she leaned forward. Was there anything that might have led her onto this terribly unfortunate path? Oh yes. "When I was ten years old I watched my mother die."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:24 pm
Jack took his niche against the wall again. He didn't say anything or prompt her, just continued to watch Peyton like a television documentary unfolding before his very eyes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:35 pm
The lack of response was both disappointing and something of a relief. Her expression had turned guarded, shoulders slightly hunched as she'd waited fir a comment, but when none came they loosened. She didn't like talking about her past at the best of times, and there were only a small handful of folks on island that knew much about her before Deus had recruited her. Jack wasn't supposed to be included in that short list, but then she wasn't supposed to be confiding him him and seeking out his help. A minute of quiet, of deciding just how much, if anything, she wanted to share, then lavender eyes dipped as she exhaled. "It was snowing, my mom had taken Astrid and me to the movies to see some Disney flick." She couldn't remember which, not surprising. "Turning a corner she hit a patch of black ice and the car lid across two lanes of on coming traffic before hitting the ditch, flipping three times, and landing upside down against a tree." Her voice was carefully neutral as she spoke, gaze slightly unfocused. "Astrid was scream, her arm was broken, she was scared. She didn't notice, but I did. My mom was there one second, then just wasn't. She could have been sleeping, her arm dangling down, but she wasn't." Peyton didn't know how else to explain it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 10:10 pm
He had no notepad, but mental shorthand was being used.
"So without a maternal figure around, you took up the mantel," Jack guessed. "What about your father? Other family members? Did the dynamic shift?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 3:44 pm
She nodded, a hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck. "Dad never really recovered from it. It broke him, in a way. He worked a lot, determined to provide for us, but ended up just moving us around a lot in the pursuit of a better paying job." A glance up, towards him, gauging his features, before continuing. "We didn't have any other family we were close to."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 6:46 pm
At a glance, Jack was as featureless as a statue save for his eyes which, aside from momentary glances about here and there, remained fixed on Peyton. Where someone would have found sympathy, he merely found a collection of factual tidbits; useful notes, experiences that have shaped a person, but no emotional connection to the meaning behind those words. He couldn't have mustered it even if he had wanted to.
"So that's your excuse, Creedy? A self-appointed mother figure?" There wasn't a sharp bite to his questions; more like a blunted edge that prodded. "Broken homes and missing parental guardians aren't uncommon at Deus at all, of course," he went on to say. "But I don't see a rampant rise of hunters relishing violence the way I've seen you--even before your red eye mission."
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 2:57 pm
"Excuse?" She shook her head, rubbing a hand over her opposite arm, up along her bicep to cup over the scar on her shoulder. "No, I don't think so. Her dying, maybe, but the rest has made me protective, coddling." Perpetually over compensating for a lose that hit core deep and lingered. "I don't know what might of caused it, or if I've always just been this way." She sighed, suddenly tired.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 6:40 pm
"If you don't know, then clearly it's innate." Jack tutted her. "And here I was hoping for something more. Ah well. Perhaps we should look to something more present, then."
He made a motion as if to push up his glasses, but he remembered when his fingers touched nothing but the crooked bridge of his nose that he had left them behind; he turned the motion into something more exasperated, a rub of his face as if he were so very disappointed in Peyton. "Aside from red eye, what other diseases or effects have you been exposed to?"
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