Kiseichu Clossiana
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Post by Kiseichu Clossiana on Apr 21, 2011 14:46:37 GMT -5
Once upon a time there was a demon nurse, this demon nurse was oddly intrigued by humans. Even their tendencies to kill off the things they don't quite understand prowling around and about in the night. What better way to spend a moment of her time being a part time stalker to those who truly didn't know she was at fault for this messed up little "couple". Perhaps she could replace the legendary Cupid who was known for cute, crazy, and unlikely couples across the globe? It didn't seem so bad she could replace petty arrows with syringes...or maybe scalpels! NO MATTER! Lightly shaking her head in the depths of a shadow to etch-a-sketch erase the thought of her dressed up in an unorthodox uniform much like her own with a heart in the center of the cross, the thought poofed to give her a little more clarity to remind her why she was here. It was an important mission! What was it? TO CREATE A SCRAP BOOK OF COURSE!
That's right, she wanted some form of memorabilia to remind her and those she encounters on occasion about the stupidly crazy antics she induced on a few poor unfortunate souls. As amusing as it would be if they were at each others throats, it was fine if they got along for now...besides having a little fun with a half demon made her very merry happy. Being a bit of a prankster would do that to just about anyone but her level of pranks were different. A date set up at a terrible restaurant and on top of that knowing damn well there were ghoulies around and about. Grinning in a seductively devilish fashion, she unbuttoned her shirt enough to show off a slight bit of cleavage moments before plucking out a camera from her rather large bust while rising up from the shadow of a random club goer having a mini freak out session over the whole club massacre. Now she may have been very good with disguises but here's the oddest thing, the demoness' appearance shifted into that of a reporter looking woman with medium length black tendrils styled like a bob and a mini skirt with a beautifully white color scheme as she rose from the shadow like it was her own personal elevator...which it sort of was in some twisted way. A dress jacket, blouse, mini skirt, and heels as if she was actually a professional with the news or something...or just a piece of eye candy.
However those optics of hers were a peculiarly amber hue with bits of gold close to her pupil. Leaning from the side of some girl wearing almost nothing but what looked like a bikini top and skirt with slits on the side plus a pretty stylish pair of heeled industrial inspired boots with that same ol' smile across her lips as the woman stood there not knowing what to do. OH HOW LOVELY! Death was going on all around her but alas...they didn't have souls to collect...though she pouted on the inside over that thought she was grinning on the outside as though it was her own little Christmas too. Holding up her camera, she kept taking picture after picture moments before the kiss and after gigglefitting like she was supposed to be in the loony bin in a hug-me-coat with a bedroom of padded walls that'd love her color scheme of choice. But...er...she was a little in line of sight...possibly if the girl acknowledged her existence that is. TIME TO GET OUTTA HERE!
Hm...looking at the club goer she was hiding behind....those boots were nice...really nice. "Mmmm I LOVE your boots almost as I love playing operation...and your outfit is quite interesting to say the least...it may actually look good on me as well...ah! I know...let's take you to my operating table, sweetie~!" Cooing out those words into the girl's ear, she wiggled her fingers as though to say "Good byeeee~! <3 <3 <3" and shoved the camera into her shirt with one hand then used the other to guide her arm across the skimpyish club-goers neck bringing her new operation plaything into the shadows vanishing without a trace. OH WHAT FUN SHE WOULD HAVE WITH THIS GIRL! Replace her organs with those of a different species, keep her normal organs and donate them to the hospital, dispose of the body then keep her soul to further her power plus clothes to add on to a list of outfits! Those boots were the best part of it though...so one word to sum up this victim was merely: SCORE!
Or at least to her it was a major score.
{I got a feeling...that tonight's gonna be a good night! THAT TONIGHT'S GONNA BE A GOOD GOOD NIIIIIIIGHT~! WOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOO x'D !!! Anyway yuh, she's gone...there then not...TA DA QUICK CAMEO!}
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Post by cordy on Apr 22, 2011 13:17:39 GMT -5
((OOC:// TANZY FTW xD))
A feral snarl tore from the vampire's throat has he was thrown onto the ground. D'aww. Looked like he wasn't too happy about being kicked around. Cordelia had to refrain from making some sort of witty pun, lest she turn into Buffy as she spoke...but still, she couldn't completely hide the grin that spread over her face. Sure didn't look like she was helping to improve this guy's temper any, if the look on his twisted face was anything to go by as he rose from the ground, but what could you do? ..Well apparently, you could move to make sure you didn't get hit by his swinging fist. As he jabbed out at her, she swung to the side in a quick dodge. Cordy was no slayer, and she had enough sense to know that in a match of sheer strength against a vampire...she was probably gonna go down. So she had to be quick; had to think on her feet and outsmart this blockheaded bloodsucker...
Which wasn't exactly proving to be difficult. Moving quickly around her enemy, the brunette blocked a few more punches before the vampire, evidently a bit tired of his would-be dinner refusing to sit still, lunged out at her with a full-force charge, reaching out to grab her by the shoulder even as he moved toward her neck. And...Cordy let him come. Only, just as he reached her, she moved forward as well, he arm slipping under his to plunge the stake into his heart in one quick movement. For a split second she was face to face with the vamp, staring into his wide yellow eyes...before he turned to dust.
Ick. Gingerly, Cordelia stepped out of the pile of ash, her eyes narrowed in contempt. A nearby woman, who had backed herself against the wall upon seeing the fight, let out a muffled squeak from behind her hands and brushed past Cordy as she fled. The brunette detective rolled her eyes.l "Oh, please. You wanna see a scary vampire, try visiting Los--"
But before she could finish, she was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder abruptly turning her around. Cordy immediately stiffened, assuming that another vamp had managed to sneak up behind her, and she'd half-raised her stake in the air when she realized that she was standing face to face with Jax. "Wh--" But again she was cut off as her date dipped her lightly into an adrenaline-induced kiss.
Um.
......Um.
Cordelia was having difficulty thinking anything other than "um" right now, much to her irritation. This was...certainly unexpected. She blinked, completely stunned as the kiss continued; his lips moving against her's...it was kind of...nice? No, wait, no it wasn't! Wait...was it okay for this to be nice..? She kind of felt like she was seeing fireworks, though oddly enough those fireworks kinda looked like camera flashes...At any rate, the brunette was entirely too dumbfounded to even think to to kiss him back before it ended, and Jax pulled back to leave them face-to-face again.
For a long moment (or at least it felt long to Cordy), neither of them moved. Or spoke. In fact, everything around them seemed bizarrely still, save for a slight shadowy flash of movement she was vaguely aware of out of the corner of her eye...or maybe that was just her hallucinating. She wasn't sure; she was currently finding it difficult to tear her gaze away from Jax's even as he finally spoke.
"... ... ... Crap... This is the part where I get maced isn't it."
The funny thing was, there had been a time when Cordy actually would have maced him on the spot. But right now, well...she actually wasn't sure what was going through her own mind. Jax had kissed her. Kissed her. Okay Cordy, we don't need the recap. she reminded herself blankly as she continued to stare at him. Why it had been entirely unexpected, she wasn't really sure; after all there had been a bit of a spark between them once they'd finally gotten out of that vegan deathtrap...but, to be honest, Cordelia hadn't dated anyone since...whatever she'd had with Angel. And lately, romance had been the last thing on her mind. So...why was she having the urge to kiss Jax again?
Slowly, almost subconsciously, a small smile spread over her face. "Well, all things considered...I guess I can let you slide. Just this once." And with that, she impulsively leaned up and kissed him again, her eyes fluttering closed as she actually allowed herself to ease into it. It wasn't as rough or spontaneous as the previous kiss had been, but it had a certain determined deliberation to it that was nearly just as potent.
Eventually, though, after it began to occur to her that they were currently located in a trashed, formerly vampire-occupied nightclub, Cordelia broke the kiss by pulling away as best she could. It was kind of difficult, with Jax still dipping her the way he was, and she giggled a bit at the awkwardness.
"So. We should probably...you know. Not be here when the cops show up."
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Post by Jax on Apr 22, 2011 16:32:12 GMT -5
Jax was waiting, he waited for the raising of a tiny can, the scent of hot peppers and nearly unimaginable pain... and instead she smiled at him, a smile that reached all the way to her eyes... he eyes which twinkled as she not only didn't mace him she leaned up and... she kissed him. For a moment Jax just stood as he was shock still, frozen as his brain shut down. Synapses sputtered and refused to fire, instincts screamed instructions that were counteractive, His mind was a void where nothing touched anything... all he knew for sure was that two lips were touching his and it was the most glorious thing happening to him and the most glorious thing to happen to him in recent memory, He leaned into the kiss gentler this time, tentatively. He was not sure how long it lasted it seemed both like a eternity and a mere micro second. Then she pulled away and spoke.
"So. We should probably...you know. Not be here when the cops show up."
Jax furrowed his eyebrows. Cops... Cops several brain cells jumped up and down trying to get his attention but most of his brain was lagging a few seconds behind. Cops?. He wondered why they would show up. Would they show up to watch them kiss? He supposed he would be fine with that. But why would cops show up to watch them kiss. Why would they show up at all. He tried to remember what a cop was and slowly the mental pic of a man in a blue uniform formed within his brain. He wondered why they would care... and then he felt a bit of ashes on his hand, saw a bit in the hair of the woman, that wonderful woman in front of him at the past slowly fall on him like snow. He blinked and frowned and slowly stood up straighter bringing Cordelia along for the ride, setting her firmly on her feet. He took the time to straighten his t-shirt his cheeks slightly red.
"Well I suppose ya are right... I..."
Jax's stomach growled loudly and pointedly.
"... Would swinging by an IHOP on our way... wherever be out of line? I did promise ya food and honestly I haven't had anything all day, been too angry ta eat."
He began walking to the entrance, not taking his eyes off Cord.
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Post by cordy on May 15, 2011 0:29:34 GMT -5
She giggled a bit at the rather baffled expression that crossed Jax's face when she mentioned the cops - and then giggled a bit more, just because it really was an awkward sort of moment. But...in a good way. Hopefully. Regaining her footing once more, she cleared her throat pointedly as she attempted to compose herself. Brushing a bit of vampire dust - oh, that was nice - from her clothes as she straightened up, Cordy opened her mouth to speak again...she wasn't really one for awkward silences. But then, thankfully, Jax beat her to it, inquiring whether she'd like to accompany him on a little late-night trip to IHOP.
Honestly? Anywhere seemed appealing compared to uptight vegan restaurants and vamp-infested nightclubs, and she was pretty sure what they both needed right now was just a nice, casual place to relax. Besides, despite how completely insane tonight had been...so far, her list of regrets was fairly small. Anyway, she really did like Jax - was that so difficult to admit? Apparently not, given what had just transpired between them, and she couldn't see how enjoying his company a bit longer would be a bad thing. So with a small smile, she followed him to the door, stopping only momentarily to run her fingers through her somewhat disheveled hair.
"You know what? I think we could both use some good ol' fashioned junk food right about now. Not that dusting vamps isn't oodles of fun because...it totally is." She couldn't help but snort lightly even as she spoke the words, "And I do still owe you an explanation." Cordy added lightly, though she was already imagining how fun that was not gonna be. Still, by this point she wasn't exactly worried about Jax freaking out; this experience alone proved that he'd been through his own fair share of craziness. And anyway, she owed him the truth, and she certainly wasn't one to go back on her word. ...Not unless it involved promising Gunn shotgun in Angel's car during the latest monster hunt, but given the time and place that was sort of irrelevant...
And on the plus side, she was reasonably confident that she wasn't going to have quite as much of a freak out while riding Jax's motorcycle this time. It wasn't so bad, once you got used to the break-neck speeds and dangerously close swerves...livin' on the edge, right?
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Post by Jax on May 15, 2011 11:27:28 GMT -5
Jax smiled, to be truth his face was starting to hurt from all this smiling, he wasn't used to it he would spend days without smiling more then a threatening one but this... he wanted to howl at the moon, scream to the rooftops. He was having fun, even without the vamps this was some of the most fun he had had in a while without a tool in his hand. Smiling, laughing... he had done that with the Kings but, not like this, not this simply. He had to be on guard all the time back then. Even though people trusted each other there was always that worry about if the other person would stab you in the back. She... she didn't give off that vibe. That sense of danger. Jax listened to his instincts. They kept him alive and right now... they were silent.
"Well come on my stomach is starting to digest itself and I want ta put something in it before it goes black hole on me."
Jax turned, leaving the stunned club goers behind and as he passed by the bar he slapped a five dollar bill on the bar and picked up an unopened abandoned bottle of beer, flipped open the top with his thumb and drained it in one go.
"Dang I needed that."
Tossing the empty aside he walked back into the night air where the body guards were looking stunned into the horizon doubtless after the fleeing vampires. Jax smiled as he passed them.
"That was a fun gig."
Picking up the spare helm and tossing it to Cordelia Jax straddled his bike. Gazing into the distance himself. He wondered what was gonna happen next, and decided he didn't care.
"Next stop! IHOP!"
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Post by cordy on May 16, 2011 18:23:42 GMT -5
Right. Being faced with a menu of frustratingly non-edible food at the vegan restaurant, followed by a good ol' fashioned save-the-innocents-from-the-scary-things-in-the-visions sessions...actually did have a way of working up one's appetite. So without wasting much more time, Cordelia followed Jax out of the club - an action that could not transpire, naturally, without Jax taking a quick swig from the bar. She shook her head, half exasperated and half amused...but well, after everything that'd happened tonight, who could really blame him?
The trip outside provided further entertainment in the form of the two astounded bouncers. Judging from their expressions, Cordy was gonna guess that they'd not actually anticipated their club being raided by bloodsucking freaks tonight. She couldn't help but grin slightly at the baffled looks that turned their way when Jax spoke quite casually to the pair of them, a smug little throw back to the b.s. story they'd come up with to get in. When the two goons' gazes turned on her, the brunette considered for a moment voicing one of her trademark snarky remarks as a parting gift - but really, her date had pretty much summed it up, so she settled for giving the pair of bouncers a quick smile and a wink before heading out into the parking lot.
The night somehow felt more fresh and open than it had before, and this time Cordy didn't stop and hesitate before taking the helmet Jax had offered her and putting it on. Her hazel eyes flickered one last time to the club they'd left behind, which was now oddly quiet and empty in comparison to the state it'd been in before they had arrived...before climbing onto the bike behind her date and wrapping her arms around his waist again. "So this whole motorcycle thing? I'm starting to think it's not so bad after all..." she commented lightly, her voice edged with amusement. Hopefully she wasn't about to eat her own words, but whatever. IHOP was worth it.
((OOC:// Bahh, filler post, but oh well xP))
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Post by Jax on May 23, 2011 16:04:37 GMT -5
(RL been... interesting. Just getting back to posting sorry..)
He was liking the motorcycle thing. Jax smirked, he wasn't surprised to hear her say that. He had suspected as much from her laughter earlier and the lack of hesitation about getting back on the bike with him. He even had to give her points she got on despite the almost clipping by the jerk-off in the fancy car. He didn't get fancy. Didn't speed. Before he had been testing his ride out, getting a feel for it. A shake down to see if anything was off about it, anything unfriendly added. But it rode smooth, who ever had it had even waxed it... he didn't know what to make about that but still resolved to punch them in the face for it. But he would use his hand rather then a set of brass knuckles like he planned to originally. But with her on the back, and food ahead he had nothing to prove so he kept a somewhat reasonable speed as he weaved through traffic shaking his head in despair for the poor @&*!ards stuck in cars and thus stuck in traffic. Heading down Adam Clayton Powell Junior Boulevard and pulled up into a parking space nice and easy, no silly sudden stop this time. He figured that she might not find it as funny the second time.
Jax shook his head free of his helmet and it sprang back into shape the second it was free, the green spikes straight as they were before his helmet had been fitted on his head. He noticed Cordelia's look and smirked.
"Yeah, and the stuff is also fire proof."
Pointing towards a spike to clarify his statement.
"Trust me, if you use hair gel and like welding ya choose what ya put in ya hair carefully."
Looking through the restaurant's glass window his smirk faded and an irritated look crossed his face. Two groups of well muscled strangers were yelling at each other across the restaurant, the clientelle and the wait staff looked frightened at the two groups, both groups dressed in different colors. Jax's eyebrows knitted together and he wordlessly hung his helmet on his handlebars.
Walking to the door he kicked it open with a sudden burst from his steel toed left foot, the door hitting the wall and the two groups looking up from their shouting to see Jax standing there disapproval just short of anger radiating from his face. He didn't say a word, just stood their glaring. The two groups first had looked at the interuption with anger, reaching for pants or inside coats but when they saw who was in the door they stopped, frozen. The anger melting from their faces and uncertainty and fear replacing the previous emotions. It was like a cold shower as Jax entered, the clientele looked even more uncertain but some of the wait staff looked relieved. The two groups looked at each other, looked at Jax and then looked at each other again trying to figure out what to do. Jax beat them to it. His voice low, dangerous, just short of a growl.
"Bills will be paid, wait staff tipped, ya will leave peacefully or I swear ya will see @*ing unpeaceful I can get do ya understand me?"
The two groups met his gaze, and then looked away. Their body language towards him unchallenging but towards each other it seemed to say 'yeah... we are going... but only because we want to... yeah see you... later. Okay?" Jax ignored this as they paid their bills, generous tips were left, and the two group of gangsters filled out. A few of them looking at how close Cordelia was to Jax and as they shuffled out of earshot they began to whisper to each other. As soon as they were gone Jax's face shifted to neutrality but seemed a bit pleased. The other customers also paid and left and Jax seated himself and a grateful waitress handed him a couple of menus. She shook slightly as Jax sat down but smiled at him geniunly happy to see him.
"Hon if you hadn't shown I don't know what would have happened yet. Order what you want. It's on the house tonight."
Jax smiled a bit at this and perused the menu and then looked at her.
"Ya guys still don't serve beer right?"
She smiled.
"No Hon."
"But ya still have soda right?"
"Of course Hon."
"Thank god, one soda for me, the least healthy one ya got."
"And you dear?"
The waitress spoke to Cordelia.
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Post by cordy on May 26, 2011 14:46:32 GMT -5
This time, the motorcycle ride was a tad less...life-and-death than the first, and once she'd been convinced that they weren't going to suddenly go speeding to their doom, Cordy allowed herself to relax. It was easier to just sit back and enjoy the ride this time, cruising along at a reasonable speed with nothing major at stake to spur them on - well, except dinner of course. In contented silence she watched the blurred images of the city flash by as they zoomed past. She, Cordelia Chase, had actually allowed herself to admit to liking motorcycles. Or at least...she did when Jax was driving. Who would've thunk it. She'd always thought herself more of a top-down-wind-in-your-hair convertible kind of girl.
When they pulled to a stop outside IHOP, however, she was distracted from her thoughts by an unexpected wave of violent anger that radiated off the restaurant. Oh, for heaven's sake. What now? Frowning, the empath followed Jax's gaze to the wide glass windows, and spotted the source of the hostile vibes a moment later: the restaurant held the presence of what unmistakably seemed two be two enemy gangs. Well, this was great. Just great. Back in Los Angeles, Cordy had never really had to worry about gangs much - Gunn's presence among the ranks of Angel Investigations had mostly assured that gangsters stayed far away from any of the agency's members.
...It was times like these when she really started to miss her friends.
"Jax? Maybe we should g-" she began to suggest, only to be cut off when Jax abruptly stormed off in the direction of the restaurant's doors. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, her eyes rolling skyward briefly. "...Or not." Shaking her head, she dismounted the bike, hung her helmet beside Jax's, and hurried after him just in time to witness him kicking open the door. Yeah, that'd...probably get their attention.
Surprisingly though, they weren't met with the violent reception Cordelia had been expecting. In fact upon seeing Jax, the gang members not only recognized him...but also looked kinda scared.
Huh. She'd found herself a guy who even the thugs of New York feared. Gunn would have been proud.
She didn't even try to suppress the expression of mild amusement that came over her face as Jax ordered the thugs to leave the premises, and with a couple of dark disgruntled glances they actually listened to him. As the last of them walked out the door, Cordy turned to Jax and arched an eyebrow. "So. Friends of yours?" she questioned sarcastically, grinning slightly. It was then that a waitress approached them - and if the gangsters had looked intimidated by Jax's appearance, she contrastingly looked utterly relieved. As she sat them down at a table and thanked Jax for his help, Cordy got the feeling that this hadn't been the first near-scrap that her date had broken up. Giggling quietly, she switched her attention to the waitress as she was addressed in turn.
"Iced tea for me, please." she replied lightly - a sugar high from soda was probably the last thing she needed right now, but iced tea still sounded about a million times better than anything they'd offered up at that vegan place. As the waitress nodded and scurried off to place their drink orders, Cordy turned to fix Jax with a curious gaze.
"So how'd you get so...well-acquainted with the gangs of New York?"
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Post by Jax on May 27, 2011 21:47:04 GMT -5
"Gangs of new york, Well..."
Jax still remembered his first encounter with them, setting up shop, getting his new place and one of the gangs showing up making comments about how how flammable it looked, how safer it might be with some insurance about... how fragile motorcycles could be. He remembered not much about that encounter as his vision had turned red. The feeling of flesh impacting his fists, of metal colliding and leaving not a mark, of lead pipes shattering against his flesh and bullets hitting leaving nigh a mark. A blur of red stains and broken bones and Jones being the last one standing. Other encounters had followed, one gang on one of his patrols of HIS neighborhood trying to take on a man of rep to increase their own, another and another... and finally they began to get the hint, a hint made of blood and agony. Word spread of his exploits against gangs and monster alike and finally the former decided he was not something to mess with in fact... he had come to various arrangements... arrangements he wasn't ready to talk about, not to this woman he had just met. Instead he deflected a bit.
"Oh ya know the usual. New to the town, they send out ta welcome basket, fruit, some nice fancy cheeses, ya know the usual. We sit down, chat and exchange childhood stories. Ta usual."
He looked at her and knew she just wasn't remotely buying it. Taking a small knife out of his pocket he opened it and placing his palm on the table jammed down as hard as he could with the knife on the back of his hand... and the knife blade bending as it hit. Jax held it up for her to see.
"Metal loves me. Steel, Lead, bullets, aluminum bats, axes. They will not hurt me. Ever. Especially not in the hands of such unworthy punks who care nothing for ta tools in their hands. So when they came, when we butt heads... well they think I am some sort of superhuman who can bend girders because of super strength and with impregnable skin. One who came from Gotham, who survived Gotham both Pre-Zombie and Post... That I am some sort government experiment gone rogue, or a creature from another planet, or a time traveler, or maybe even a demon beyond what they have ever seen. Regardless... even the biggest schools of fish have no wish to mess with something they perceive as a shark."
Jax smiled toothfully, granted that was the longest statement he had made in a long time without swearing... But that left his mind as he pocketed the bent knife as the waitress returned with their drinks. She looked to the couple and opened her mouth to ask their orders. Jax didn't hesitate.
"I'll have one of those Bacon and beef monster burgers, extra bacon, with a side of fries, a pancake platter with bacon on ta side, One appatiser sampler... and... ummm a bowl of potato and bacon soup."
He stopped finally and looked at the two a tad embarassed as his stomach choice that moment to rumble.
"... I haven't eaten all day been... preoccupied. Is that a &!@*ing crime?"
The waitress smiled and shook her head.
"Of course not Hon. How about you dear, supposing Jax has left the place with food what do you want."
She winked conspiritorially at Cordelia and Jax waited while she ordered and as the woman walked away Jax looked at Cordelia and put his hands on the table.
"...well? I believe it's ya turn ta tell as story. I believe I am owned that."
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Post by cordy on Jun 6, 2011 15:05:54 GMT -5
"Oh ya know the usual. New to the town, they send out ta welcome basket, fruit, some nice fancy cheeses, ya know the usual. We sit down, chat and exchange childhood stories. Ta usual."
...Uh-huh. Right. Cordelia stared unblinkingly across the table at him, one eyebrow slightly arched in a rather cynical sort of expression. The only thing this answer convinced her of was that Jax was clearly trying to skirt around the subject - though there was no need to. Working with Angel, Gunn - even Wesley in the later years - had left her very well-acquainted with the concept of doing what had to be done, and she doubted there was much Jax could tell her about the hostility between him and these gangs that would scare her off. She'd been about to tell him this, in fact, before he evidently realized she wasn't buying it and launched into the real story.
Her gaze dropped to the knife he'd just bent as he spoke; another demonstration like the one he'd done with the bouncer and the axe. The power Jax possessed was fascinating to say the least; she'd never really seen anything like it. Listening intently as Jax explained, Cordy eventually tore her gaze away from the knife and back to meet Jax's, a slightly mischievous grin crossing her features. "Well I mean, can you blame them?" she asked in return, chuckling lightly. "With an ability like yours, it's no wonder you sent those guys running. I'm starting to see how you survived in Gotham for so long." Tipping her head thoughtfully to one side, Cordy briefly considered what the Fang Gang would've thought of Jax. "You know, I bet you would like L.A. Plenty of gangs, vampires, demons, and god knows what else to ensure a fun ti -"
But she broke off as the waitress approached their table again, seeing as their conversation...wasn't really one that most normal people had. As Jax placed his long order, Cordelia's only reaction was to blink once. Were big appetites a meta-human thing? As Jax added in his last defensive comment, she could only shake her head slowly and laugh. Well, nice to know he had a few quirks of his own - though her former high-school self might've rolled her eyes and stuck up her nose, modern-day Cordy wasn't going to question it. "I'll have a half a turkey sandwich and your soup of the day," she told the waitress, handing her the menu as she did so.
With their orders placed, it was only a matter of time before - yup. Here came the questions. And she did owe him an explanation, so she really couldn't complain...but...where to begin? Cordy bit her lip slightly, hesitating as she decided how to start. This wasn't a story she was actually accustomed to retelling; actually Jax was one of the first people she'd met who actually wouldn't dial up the nearest mental institution once he heard what she had to tell.
"Okay. Well. It's...kind of a long story." she began with a warning, drawing a breath. "The detective agency in Los Angeles I mentioned? Well, I fought some pretty crazy creatures but I also worked with some of those creatures. Including but not limited to a vampire with a soul, and a demon - well, half-demon. Doyle. He had these visions that we used to use to track down all of L.A.'s creatures of the night; whenever there was trouble the 'Powers That Be' would toss a vision Doyle's way, and we'd pretty much use that as a bat-signal. Except...except then, something..." Cordelia trailed off, looking genuinely troubled for the first time. "..Something happened to Doyle. He pretty much gave up his life to save the rest of us, but he knew we'd be more or less lost without the visions - so he gave his ability to me before he died. That's how I knew about the vampires tonight." There was more to the story, of course - like how the visions had never been meant for a human, and how they'd nearly killed her in the end - but Cordy wasn't certain she was quite ready to reveal the finer details of her past. As much as she really did like Jax, she'd only met him tonight after all...
Shaking her head, the brunette made a sound that was half-laugh, half-sigh. "God. I really do sound like I'm from the funny farm."
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Post by Jax on Jun 14, 2011 19:46:10 GMT -5
Jax was quiet for a time as he listened and then one side of his mouth curled up.
"Cordelia... I am a heavy metal metahuman who professes ta love metal and that it loves me in return, I fought gangs in Gotham and saw giggling clowns, men dressed as scarecrows, and men wearing god @&*# tuxes wielding #@^&ing knives on a regular bases, I have a friend who is female who dresses like a guy and goes around fighting crime in a god @&* giant robot suit. Today I had my motorcycle stolen by a @&*#ing lunatic who blackmailed me inta going on a blind date where I met a nice pretty girl who guided me ta a place I fought and killed vampires. The worst curse in the Japanese language is "My you live in interesting times" it seems. I wanna know what I did ta piss off the entire country of Japan. So ta me, ya sound perfectly sane."
He hushed up as the food was brought, his plates were put in front of him and he nodded at the waitress who looked between the two seated and smiled. Slapping Jax on the arm playfully.
"Bout time hon."
Jax rolled his eyes and then picking up his burger looked to Cordelia and sighed. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a wallet and with one hand extracted a single picture, he placed it on the table between them. The picture was a school picture, the boy contained within was about twelve, a very handsome twelve year old boy. His smile was one that could light up a room, his black hair was combed forward in a trendy caeser style hairdo, he was clothed in a school uniform from what was obviously a high rating school. He seemed like an ideal representive for a school's population except one detail. His eyes. While the rest of him was bright and shiny the eyes were flat, almost dead. The smile a mask that seemed to distract from what was within. The name on the picture read "Jack Gabriel the Third."
Jax took a bite out his burger and chewed for a moment, letting the woman in front of him look at it, analyze it. He waited till the moment light dawned in her eyes and then he spook.
"Yeah... that's me. From a some time ago. Ya shared with me. I will share with ya. Only fair right?... just give me a second. I haven't talked about that kid in a long time."
Jax took a few more bites out of the burger, scooped up some fries and shoved a handful into his mouth at once, and not bothering with a spoon took a gulp of his soup straight from the bowl. Wiping his mouth on his arm as Cordelia still had his coat he cleared his throat and began.
"Once upon a time a woman wanted ta move up in society, she wanted a man who would bring her up in the world, but would expect little in return. She scoured the land looking for such a man and found him. One Jack Gabriel Junior. Son of a CEO of a large company. She got ta him, wrapped him around her, and made him belong ta her. They got married, @&*ked, and in fullness of time she spewed forth her spawn. Ta father had as little ta do with ta child as he could, not caring one way or another about him, and ta woman who vomited him into ta world put him out into the world as her little doll. His sole purpose in ta world was ta make her look good. Ta make her happy he studied, he entered sports, he smiled, he tried ta be perfect."
Jax's eyes stared into the distance at that point of his recital. His face grim.
"I hate that word. I really ^&*@ing hate that word. Ta organized, ta neat, ta foreign ta this world."
He shook his head, the piercings jingling just a bit as he continued.
"But day by day he rotted away inside. Day by day he felt more like a puppet made of human skin filled with nothing but maggots and bones. Nothing truely touched him, and all this for a woman who couldn't even say 'I love you' to her own child. Finally the day came. This very picture was taken. And they arrived. His mother snatched up most of them, sending to people all over, to show off her perfect doll. He found one on the floor and looked at it. He looked at it and saw himself as he truely was... saw the dead child looking back at him. He decided he didn't want ta live as a rot puppet and snuck out of the house. He knew where a train station was, metal had always brought him a slight factor of peace and the trainyards called ta him. Trains carried people and cargo all over... so he figured one could carry him from tis world. He would get up close ta the rail, at the last moment he would run up, lay his neck on the rail... and escape."
Jax took a handfull of appetizers in one hand, and chugged them down with another gulp of soup then drank some soda deciding to try what it would taste like as he experimenting by sucking out the center of a cheesestick and using the fried coating as a straw, he shrugged and crunched down the crunchy skin. Swallowing it he resumed.
"His plan never succeeded because on his way through the warehouse district he heard something. Something that had never penetrated his golden cage, a music so loud, so brash, so free. He sought it's source. Compelled, needing ta hear more. He came ta an empty warehouse, inside was a band, a band playing heavy metal as loud as they could. The music tearing up the night. He heard it reverberate in his bones, scream in his tattered soul. Music that declared that it was okay that life sucked, that things pissed ya off. A music which lived in a world where sadness led ta angry, and angry led ta rage, and rage led ta breaking the door and becoming free. He entered and listened, just standing near the wall and listening. When they stopped they talked, he listened, he learned about them, their band. 'Ballistic Prostitute' they changed the kids life. He went home and changed just a little... he shaved off most of his hair with his dad's electric razor. Left only a black mohawk. He saw what was in the mirror... and laughed. For the first time in a long time he laughed. The pattern over the years was strained. His birther tried ta control him, nail him back into his slot. He refused, piece by piece he changed, chipping away Jack and revealing a bit more of the person who would become Jax. That woman tried everything, therapy, tried to slip him drugs, reform schools, but he just did what he wanted... till it came. His eighteenth year. Graduation day of his military school, he had pasted the tests somehow, had completed enough work and despite record numbers of detention, punishment duties, and times spent in 'the hole" it was time for him to line up for his diploma. Instead... they couldn't find him. He was already gone. A bike made of spare parts over a couple of years, a pair of bolt cutters taken ta a fence, a license recieved in secret as well as a name change. Jack Gabriel died in a ditch by the road on the way out... I was born in his place. I traveled alot. Did a bunch of roadie work, repaired stuff, did some bouncer work, whatever payed and was fun. Eventually I ended up in Gotham, hooked up with ta Kings. spent several months beating heads for them and then... well. Z-Day. The rest of ta gang got eaten, Me and Eddie survived and split up. I came here. That is about it."
Munching half his burger in one giant bite and pouring a quarter of his pop down his throat Jax shrugged.
"That's life I suppose... ain't it a @&*#&?"
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Post by cordy on Jun 21, 2011 10:45:06 GMT -5
Cordelia supposed he was right. Neither of them could really be considered 'normal', after all, so if anyone was going to believe her...it was probably going to be Jax. She was admittedly quite relieved when he accepted her story so casually instead of staring at her like she was a mental patient, and her expression cleared a little before she smiled slightly. Right. Jax was anything but normal...but this was why she didn't - couldn't - date normal guys. On average, their reactions weren't anywhere near what Jax's had been. ...And besides. Normality was overrated. She chuckled lightly at his words as their food arrived, thanking the waitress politely and neglecting to comment further on their little topic of conversation for her sake - before clearing her throat lightly when the waitress walked away.
"Yeah, well. I guess it just goes to show that it's the world that's crazy." she replied, shaking her head slowly before falling silent to ponder this. The insanity of the world was something that people like her and Jax had to deal with every day. So did that make them the normal ones? ...Okay, that was a bit of a stretch. Still smiling slightly, she turned her attention to her food and took a bite of her sandwich...before her attention was quite abruptly diverted by the picture Jax slid across the table to her. Her hazel eyes fell upon the little photo and narrowed slightly, trying to discern its relevance. The boy in the photo struck her with a vague sense of familiarity - and yet, she couldn't remember seeing anyone like him before. Tidy, well-dressed and handsome, he seemed like the poster child for some classy uptight private school...though his warm smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
But in the end, it was the smile that clued her in. She slowly lifted her gaze back to meet Jax's, her eyes alight with questioning curiosity as her date spoke and confirmed what she'd just been about to ask. He was offering to tell her something - no, not tell, confide - and Cordy got the sense that he didn't do this very often. Her empathic abilities were suddenly picking up a turmoil of emotions, so, allowing him a moment to gather his thoughts, she merely gave him an encouraging little nod. "Go ahead." she said quietly, affirming that she was going to listen.
And that's exactly what she did - listen wordlessly to his story, not moving except to continue eating quietly as he did so, though her gaze rarely left his face. Both visually and empathically she was taking in every flickering shift of emotion that went with every word he said, her own expression offering him nothing but calm, open understanding. Cordelia had met a lot of different faces over the years, people who'd been through just about everything, people who had more baggage from their past than they knew what to do with. Hell, she'd been working with a re-ensouled vampire who had to live with the past two hundred years he'd spent murdering people - so no, she was really no stranger to a story that wasn't all rainbows and happy endings. And she knew that it wasn't sympathy Jax needed right now; it was understanding and acceptance. Someone who could relate to having been through times that were less than easy.
Silently, the half-demon offered him a real, genuine smile. "So you haven't exactly had it easy either," she verified, and that was to say the least. "All I can tell you, Jax, is that I've met a lot of troubled people over the years - people who have lost themselves over less than that. People who let whatever life throws at them take them and twist them into something... unrecognizable." People who ended up dark and cold and alone, who pushed everyone else away and sometimes even tried to hurt people in some sort of grim retribution for what had been done to them. "You haven't. You're not...broken or spiteful or...annoyingly broody and stand-offish. You're, well, alive. And...that's something I can respect."
ooc:// Meeep, this post is kinda laaaame, sorryz >.< my Cordy muse is being kidnapped and held for ransom, I think.
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Post by Jax on Jun 26, 2011 13:35:58 GMT -5
Jax half smiled, he had been complimented on some things in his life, his ability to work with metal, his choice in music, his ability to build or destroy... but this was the first time someone had complimented him on being too stubborn to let life beat him into the dirt. That was what it was to him, stubbornness. When he was pushed he would push back, attacked he would attack back, if knocked down he couldn't conceive not getting up swinging. He didn't believe in laying down and dying. It wasn't that he feared death. It wasn't that at all, rather it was an inborn need to fight till his last breath at which time he would smile at death, high five him or her, and walk to the next world laughing. As it was he waved off her compliment but his face usually pale had a bit more color to it as he shoved the remains of his fries in his mouth in one massive hand full and started on the pancakes, frowning for a bit and taking one and placing some of his appetizers in one and rolling them in the pancake and then unwrapping it to stick some bacon in the filling and wrapping it again before taking a bite, satisfied he dipped it in the soup as he talked and ate, gesturing with the... food.
"Life is for living is all, I am not stupid... undereducated by some standards but not stupid, I am going ta at most live ta live what? A hundred years and seeing as life's a @&*@$ that is one long @&*@$... nah, not likely.... Ta way I live my life I figure... twenty years at most before I wind up in some ditch or a crater or choking a monster ta death with my skull... but ya know... I don't give a #&@* I want ta be able ta know that whatever life comes next... I lived this one ta way I wanted that's all. Fast and Hard... but..."
Jax looked at the woman across from him and realized this was the most fun he had had in a long time just sitting. He had told THE story to her... and it hadn't hurt as much as he thought. He had... shared and he never thought he would.
"...There is something special about ya isn't there? I mean... I have never told that story, never. The only reason I haven't burned that picture is ta remind myself the price of surrender, of what I came from... and how weak and pathetic he was... But ya, I know ya a couple of hours and I trust ya with a story I haven't told people I have known for years... and the really odd thing... is I don't mind ya knowing. I know ya won't use it against me. I feel I can trust ya isn't that @^*!ing odd? Why da ya seem familar to me? Why da you remind me of a toothache? I mean it's like I know ya, I know ya from sometime long ago... and it's right there in my head and I can poke it and it hurts but I can't see it ta see what it is. Why IS that?"
He tore the last bit of his pancake burrito apart in his mouth and swallowed then took a swig of his soda and slammed the cup back down a bit harder then he meant to.
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Post by cordy on Jul 14, 2011 14:33:32 GMT -5
Here, it seemed, were several more things they could agree on. For one thing, the difference between being uneducated and stupid certainly wasn't one that Cordelia was going to argue - hell, she'd skipped out on college to go save the world with a vampire and his somewhat dysfunctional band of friends. ...Well, okay, she'd skipped out on college for a potential Hollywood career; the Angel thing had sort of happened on accident. But still, she'd learned more from working with his crew than any college education would probably ever teach her - more about herself, at least. If the fact that she was a far cry from the ditzy, self-centered cheerleader she'd been in high school was anything to go by, anyway.
For a long moment, she considered his words on living his life the way he wanted to. He was right - right about something that very few people seemed to get. Something that Cordy herself hadn't fully understood until she'd, well, died and been given a second chance. But Jax didn't have to experience anything like that to bring him to this realization; it was just something he seemed to know. "Right. I don't think most people realize how easily...how suddenly they can just...lose everything. Life's short. That's just the reality of it. " She shrugged; there was no reason to pretend otherwise. And then she found herself repeating almost the same thing she'd told Angel once, something that still rang true, "So we take what we can get, and we do our best with it."
There wasn't much more she needed to say on the matter, no long-winded speech or words of wisdom, so she settled for simply taking another sip of her iced tea and allowing herself to silently reflect on what they'd just discussed. That was, until Jax spoke again - and this time his words actually did take her somewhat by surprise. Cordy blinked and glanced up at him again, her hazel eyes flickering with inquisitive, unspoken questions. The fact that Jax had trusted her enough to tell her this story hadn't been something she'd really questioned, perhaps just because she was used to helping people, and getting people to open up - it usually came with the job description, after all. Knowing that she was the first person he'd ever confided this in, however, made her consider his words more seriously. Why had he chosen to trust her? And why did she get the feeling that, somehow, she could trust him just as easily? Trust wasn't something that came easily to Cordelia; she'd pulled through quite a few betrayals of varying natures - and yet, somehow, there was a straightforward, unquestionable earnestness about Jax that made her feel as if it wasn't necessary to hide anything from him.
She hesitated. Partly because she was still considering this, and partly because she didn't really know the answer to what he was asking. How could she? "I'm not sure," Cordy responded after a moment, narrowing her eyes slightly as she mused the whole thing over. She gave a half-smile. "We've pretty much established that we're both kinda crazy. There's something to be said for that kind of connection." And then there was the fact that she was technically a 'higher being' now, but even if Jax could somehow sense that, it didn't explain her instinctive returning trust in him. She shrugged. "I don't know. It's weird. But then again, I think you and me are used to weird." And this certainly wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever encountered, far from it.
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Post by Jax on Jul 17, 2011 13:22:14 GMT -5
Jax was tense from the confusion, the rage the bubbled, the unused to feelings but she spoke a few sentences and he smiled a bitter grin, like a smear of broken glass on the pavement. The grin of a man who has been there, done that, and will never ever buy the t-shirt.
"Cord, I am so used ta weird I don't think I would recognize normal with labels, a magnifying glass and a tour guide."
Jax slumped back in his seat relaxed, the conflict within him dying down. Things were simple as long as you didn't complicate things too much. The situation was simple. One girl who... wasn't repulsed by him. One guy who liked the situation. One bike returned. One meal... or rather three...in his belly. By all accounts that was a good thing so there seemed little point in getting all upset and overreact when what was happening was just fine with him... but the doubts roared in his head against the walls he put up. Why would a woman want to be with HIM of all people. A man who had just ate more then three normal people, who smelled of gasoline and metal on a daily bases, who wouldn't, couldn't wear a time without screaming.
Yet.. she sat there and talked to him. She had been given outs again and again and she never took them. He knew she wasn't afraid of him. His looks hadn't phased her since he first introduced himself... not that he was surprised from the sound of it she encountered more intimidating looking things in her bathroom drain. She sat confident in herself, poised, the complete anti-thesis of himself and he found that... rather attractive. That was it. He was attracted to her. Not just her looks but so much more. He was kinda... scared at this point. He felt like he was tap dancing in a mine field the like of which he had never seen in his life. For all he knew the AIR was mined. Problem was he had learned over the years to react to fear with anger but that wouldn't work here which ended up with him full circle and conflicted. He tried to push it all down and settle for finishing off his plates and licking them clean.
As he was midway through cleaning the second plate he looked over it. Looked at his date and slowly lowered it to the table top and coughed. A little embarrassed. In the past times had sometimes been tough for food so he learned to eat what he could when he could and leave nothing behind... but now it made him feel like a gorilla trying to pick up Jane Goodal. He coughed again and rubbed the back of his head trying to figure things out.
"So... we have danced, we have eaten... what now?"
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