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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 6, 2016 23:13:34 GMT 2
----- Midnight Savior -----  --- Saving who? --- The harbor was abandoned, a ghost place, that was one of the reasons Jacob had chosen to go there at such late hour, he needed some time to himself, away from his house and from his problems. But apparently he chose the wrong day, he wondered what would have happened with this girl had he not come here today. She’d be still digging through old wood and other garbage. “Yep, give or take.” He answered unconcerned, looking curiously at how she seemed completely confused.
“Are you alright?” He finally asked, more out of the need to know if he should be more wary of her than true concern for her well-being. She was limping when she kept wandering, the fall apparently hurt her more than Jacob thought it would. ”Seriously, I wouldn’t wander like this around here in the middle of the night if I were you. Stuff may happen.” He didn’t think she was fully listening to him, repeating the information he had given. Two hours indeed and he just nodded in response.
He followed her to the railing, leaning against it beside her, breathing out the smoke of his cigarette away from her face, her questions further proving she had no idea what was going on. “It happened more than 8 months ago. The emergency people are long gone, this is just the ruins. No one to find here but me, sorry to disappoint” Was there any use talking to her though? His theory that she was on some illicit stuff sounded more and more true, regardless of the lost “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you even know today’s date?” I didn’t make much sense, even if she somehow was stuck on the past. Why would any civilian come to a bomb site to find people? Maybe it was some sort of trauma and she lost a loved one and couldn’t cope.
But slowly she seemed to be coming back to herself, realizing her notions weren’t very accurate. Her question was a bit intrusive. “I was thinking about my poor life choices. I really thought there would be no one here.” He shrugged, squishing the stub of his cigarette on the railing beside him. “Do you make a habit of trying to save people from burned down ruins? It doesn’t sound very healthy.” Imagine if it was another Bianchi that showed up, like that wall of a man with blue hair, or worse, Shaun Bianchi.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 5, 2016 4:43:50 GMT 2
----- All the suspicion -----  --- So very shady --- He tensed slightly when the man’s hand went to his pocket, his eyes narrowing behind his mask, he could have anything his pockets, a knife, a gun, or, as it turned out, a lighter. Jacob was glad the man jumped straight to the point, though his words weren’t very reassuring. “Someone is telling tales, I’d love to know who.” And then put some knife holes on their chest. That was the main reason why he had bothered to show up, find out how his bad feelings towards the Bianchi had come fall into some stranger’s ears. It wasn’t too hard to find the famed figure called the Masked Mercenary if you knew where to look, Jacob’s persona had quite the reputation, and as Max had once told him, quite the criminal list to his name. It was also not very difficult to link him to the Bianchi since he never bothered to hide that fact. But his grudge with the family? That was between him and Shaun Bianchi, if information like that got out though… What else would be known? Once again he was grateful that his real name wasn’t linked with anything criminal, for all intents and purposes, Jacob Pierce was just an IT tech, and the Masked Mercenary was a mysterious figure that never revealed his name or face.
The man was impatient too, not even waiting Jacob’s answer before throwing the too busy line. “Well, isn’t someone an impatient little squirrel? It’s funny how you set the meeting and then act like I’m wasting your time.” He tilted his head to the side, purposefully stalling for time to spite the man, sarcasm always heavy in his words.
And again the man’s hand went to his coat, Jacob mirrored the movement, gripping his gun just in case. This time it wasn’t a lighter, but some sort of book. He waited a bit for an explanation, but nothing came, so he tackled the current issue. “What makes you think I’d just start saying things to the first stranger who appears in a shady alley? For all I know you are an Enigma rat, or some Bianchi underling looking for reasons to terminate my contract, or a cop looking to arrest me.” He leaned against the wall, posture casual, but his hand never left his pocket where his gun was hidden. “And besides, I’m doing quite well on my own. What could you possibly offer me?”
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 4, 2016 22:07:03 GMT 2
----- Midnight Savior ----- --- Saving who? --- He took a small step back as she turned to look at him, he didn’t expect her to approach and he doubted very much he was the one she was looking for. He had just been chilling on some crates, not… trapped under old debris? That was a ridiculous notion in the first place. “Uhhh…. What? I’m fine…? What makes you think there’s someone hurt here? This place has been abandoned for months.” It was such a bizarre situation, and even more weird was her story. She had a feeling? Was this girl crazy or something? He still didn’t think she was particular dangerous, but he was starting to rethink his decision of coming down. But then again, his curiosity might as well be the death of him one day.
It was so strange the way she sounded genuinely concerned, like this was some sort of life and death situation. He looked warily as he brushed his hair aside, blinking in confusion but not making any movement to push her away. He saw her eyes, they looked a bit out there, unfocused, but that might have been her natural estate or perhaps the effect of drugs, he didn’t know or cared to find out, the important thing was, this woman was in an abandoned harbor looking for some poor sod he wasn’t even sure existed, and he wanted to understand why. If not out of sympathy, out of pure curiosity.
Eventually she seemed to figure out Jacob wasn’t the one she was looking for and went back to the pile of old burnt wood. How did she even found the strength to keep moving that stuff around, he had no idea, she looked small and delicate, like someone who wasn’t used to heavy physical work, but she was relentless, so much so that the inevitable happened and a piece of loose trash made her lose her balance and fall down. ”You okay? I don’t think you should keep doing that, you’ll get hurt or fall into the ocean, people won’t find you, all sort of problems.” He made no movement to help the girl up, not feeling particularly helpful at that moment. “Are you sure though, that there is really someone here? I’ve been here for the last two hours and this place has been deserted since.” He was starting to think this girl wasn’t doing so right in the head, or maybe she was high and hearing things. She didn’t look like your regular junkie, but then again, you can never tell.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 4, 2016 3:55:41 GMT 2
----- Midnight Savior ----- --- Saving who? --- If anyone asked why he was at this particular harbor at this late hour, he wouldn’t know how to answer. This destroyed place had so many bad memories for him, and it had very little to do with the bombings that happened a few months ago. It was impressive how little had changed since then, there was burnt wood scattered around, collapsed crates and holes scattered all around the places where the bombs probably went off. Old carcasses of boats still floated by the pieces on the harbor and Jacob wondered if this place would forever be some sort of ghost filled place, lonely, forgotten and destroyed, it was a bit sad.
He was perched on top of some old crates, still sturdy enough to support his weight, but he saw it was starting to rot due to the abuse from the elements. He stared at the dark sea, the moonlight reflecting on the water, the exact place where he saw his problems sunk, a dead man that was never found, forever there. He didn’t feel particularly happy about it, the damage was done before the problem was dealt with, and his life had gone from great to a mess in about two months.
He took a deep sigh, the smell of sea water mixed with old wood filling his lungs. He fumbled around his pockets until he found his package of cigarettes, lighting one with a flick of his lighter. It had been a few good months since he had last smoked, not out of any desire to stop, as he didn’t consider himself an addict, but because he knew his friend didn’t like the smell, but right now, he felt grumpy enough to not care, this place was horrible, his thoughts were horrible, so he would indulge in a horrible habit as well.
There were steps behind him, frantic one like the person was fleeing someone or in a rush to get somewhere. He turned around and looked down, cigarette hanging on his mouth as the smoke curled up. At first he thought it might be trouble, some other criminal or even police looking for an easy prey, his hand went automatically to his pocket knife. Not very far from him he saw a distinct feminine figure, frantically going through the debris. Thankfully the person didn’t look particularly dangerous, he wasn’t really equipped to deal with trouble, not even a mask on him, it was just a person acting weird.
With confusion written all over his face, he climbed down from place and approached the person, she seemed to be looking for someone. Did some idiot come poking on the harbor and got themselves hurt? If that was the case, they probably deserved what they got. Puffing smoke from his lungs, he didn’t bother hiding his presence as he kept watch the frantic girl, approaching her slowly. “Did you lose someone on the old debris?” He asked unpreoccupied.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 4, 2016 2:38:56 GMT 2
----- All the suspicion ----- --- So very shady --- He paced for a few minutes, growing bored as time passed. He saw movement from the corner of his eye and he stopped on his tracks, a bit surprised that he hadn’t heard anyone entering the building. Oh, so Mr. Mysterious finally showed his face, because whoever that was, it was clearly male, his face hidden by a bandana, some glasses and a cap, a makeshift disguise that worked well enough for someone not having anything better, but it could be easily knocked out with a punch. But then again, not everyone could be obsessed with masks, and to his advantage it told Jacob a quite a bit by just that. Someone who was careful enough to somewhat hide their identity, but it wasn’t something done often, which meant it was just this meeting with Jacob that warranted the precaution, and that made him smirk, the action staying hidden behind the gas mask.
There was silence as Jacob waited for the man to speak, he was called here so clearly that meant the man had stuff to say. But nothing came, they just stood there, staring at each other as the minutes crawled by. Jacob crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. “Are you going to speak or you just called me here so I could look at your cool shades?” He didn’t appreciate the waste of time, and the longer he stood there, the more his paranoia grew. Was he waiting for backup or for something to happen? Because he had scouted the place before entering, and hadn’t found anything too suspicious, which just meant there wasn’t any trap currently there, it didn’t stop reinforcements from arriving.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 2, 2016 23:46:55 GMT 2
----- All the suspicion ----- --- So very shady --- A shady meeting, in a shady part of town, with most likely a shady person who knew shady things. Everything about this sounded like a trap, and Jacob was really, really tempted to just not show up. But at the same time, damn his curiosity. In his defense, someone saying things along the lines of Jacob hating the Bianchi, although not untrue, it was dangerous for him, if people, like that wall man, or Shaun Bianchi, or even the godmother caught wind, he’d have to, at minimum, explain some things, and he’d bet Shaun’s words would be worth more than his. At worse…. Well, he’d rather not.
So with a lot of trepidation and preparing himself for the worst, Jacob arrived at the intended place. A rundown abandoned building that seemed to be commonly used by lowlifes who wanted privacy to do their dirty deeds. Jacob particularly thought the peeling paint, the rotten smell of old piss, the garbage scattered around and the unnamed stains on the walls and floors made for a lovely picture for a murder scene. He was thankful that his gas mask served not only to hide his face, but it also dampened the smell.
He looked around the place, seemingly having gotten there first, his steps echoed around the decrepit building and he stopped beside one of the windows, which lacking any kind of glass. Anyone looking from outside wouldn’t see him, but in case he needed a quick escape, he just had to jump out. Although he was wary, his body language showed none of it, a casual stance, pacing a bit around the room in a bored manner, treating the whole situation like this was someone calling him for a mercenary job, don’t show any weakness, hear the person out, decide if it’s worth his time. It wasn't like they knew his name or anything about his identity, and who knows, maybe the person wouldn’t even show up.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 2, 2016 3:38:33 GMT 2
@dakota
ah well, no previous meetings i guess lol
I guess it could work, though he wouldn't be happy to hear word about him disliking the bianchi going out. and like i said, Jacob probably won't part with information, he's too cautious and too secretive, but Dakota is certainly free to try, it'll be like pulling teeth, so fun.
You're free to start the thread today, or i can do it tomorrow.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 2, 2016 2:41:33 GMT 2
@dakota Jacob joined the Bianchi only about six months ago, although he did freelance work for then before, i don't think he'd be invited to any parties. It's more likely they might have been partenered up once before for some mission a few years back, and since jacob always wears a mask and doesn't give out his name, i believe he'd be pretty striking figure to remenber. Would a cop arrange a shady meeting with a mercenary? or you meant against him? i'm not sure i understood the scenario you said. But I doubt he'd work as an inside man, since he already has a cop friend, and if he was to give inside information, it would be to Max Madden as the only cop he doesn't hate on principle. But Dakota is free to try to convince him :v |
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 2, 2016 1:44:38 GMT 2
@dakota
I see Dakota has been betrayed by the Bianchi, and well so did Jacob, except he still works for them for now, he's just waiting the opportunity and the smallest excuse to jump boat, and i think it'd be interesting if they met.
As far as first meetings go, idk if Dakota has a habit of targeting Bianchi people, but it was thinking he caught wind of some shady deal, and instead of dealing it like your regular cop would, by the rules, he goes to take care of it himself, and they have a gunfight and end talking or something, idk, you can throw ideas if you want.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Mar 14, 2016 3:01:10 GMT 2
JACOB to NATALIEText me later if you aren't dead and wanna have a drink later |
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Mar 14, 2016 2:56:47 GMT 2
---- In the middle -----  --- Of a jelly sandwich --- As much as deep down he didn’t truly believe Natalie was out to get him, there was still the nagging suspicion Ruby had planted. He trusted his friend’s judgement, and it was so convenient how they kept randomly bumping into each other, that now that Ruby mentioned he couldn’t help but agree. On the other hand, Natalie seemed like a friendly acquaintance, nice to know and he even might exchange favors at some point if she proved herself to be reliable, and if he didn’t discover she wasn’t some sort of creepy stalker who wanted his death. Until he figured that out, though, he’d keep an eye open and a friendly demeanor. Friend or foe? You won’t know until they try to stab you on the back.
He hummed at Ruby’s reasoning, there was a dark undertone to it, like her words meant to poke at Natalie, but he chose to ignored it. “Paranoia is great, it save lives. But if it’s some sort of stocking place for a mask store, maybe I’ll actually pay the place a visit sometime.” There was a certain excited undertone to his words as he silently decided to go regardless if it was with or without anyone alongside him, though he supposed it’d fun to go with someone who was equally as passionate about masks as him.
He shot a quick look to the table Ruby had pointed, making note on his head where he’d find the girls. He hoped the two could keep conversation civil while he went to fetch beverages, he’d hate to be kicked out of the coffee shop because they couldn’t control their hate. With a frown, Jacob discovered there was a line to make an order, the place filling more and more with time, he was glad they had been able to secure a table, but he suspected it’d take a bit for him to make an order.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Mar 8, 2016 22:33:23 GMT 2
----- Somebody or Some Body -----  --- Helping out --- If it was that easy. If all that Max had to do was to humiliate himself and beg for everything to be fixed, their lives would be much easier. But even if Ruby forgave Max for what happened, there still would be the broken trust for them to deal with. But even if it wasn’t the same, perhaps they could still move on. He still wished he could do more, talk to Ruby, figure out how she was feeling about all this, help Max make peace with her. He realized that was not something he could solve, it was an issue that belonged to Max and Ruby only, but maybe he could pay Ruby a visit soon. “Still. I feel like I just made things more complicated. Make you chose and all. It’s mostly your fault, but I didn't make things easier, I don’t think” It still felt awkward to mention his feelings, or Max feelings for him, like he couldn’t quite believe it; Max always said Jacob somehow helped, but this time, there was a mix of him making Max see reason and him making things harder to decide.
The embrace wasn’t broken all the while they spoke, it was easier for Jacob to say what he was thinking when he felt comfortable in the other man’s arms, he could hide his face and just speak, exactly like putting on a mask. But all nice things had to end sometime, and that hug was no different. Max broke their embrace, gazing at Jacob’s eyes with a sad look, full of regret, for what he lost, for what he could have, for this complicated situation he put himself into.
Even with all of this, Jacob still didn’t want Max to leave. Not only for the cop’s sake, but he didn’t wish to stay alone and dwell on his thoughts right now. “You can stay… I’d rather you stayed, but I won’t stop you from leaving.” Maybe it was better if Max just left, but a lot of decisions tonight were being made based on what Jacob wanted, not what should be done, he didn’t know why this one had to be any different. “I don’t think I could sleep after all this anyway. So you’ll have to keep me company.” He shot Max a small smile.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Mar 8, 2016 21:46:19 GMT 2
---- In the middle ----- --- Of a jelly sandwich --- Maybe Jacob made the wrong choice. Ruby didn’t seem convinced that Natalie was not a stalker, but really, if she was, Jacob would know. He’d dealt with stalkers before, there was none of the creepy following him home, they just so happen to go around the same places for jobs, right? He didn’t want to suspect Natalie, they’ve met a couple of times and she was fun to be around, but he’d be the first to admit he was a paranoid bastard, and with Ruby’s doubts, he realized that he didn’t actually know the girl all that well. Well, he’d keep an eye on her, and although it was a bit too late to hide his face, for now the owl mask would stay. He pushed the mask back over his face, she wasn’t supposed to see his face, that bothered him a little, but he supposed his curly hair was a bit of a giveaway, he’d keep that in mind.
He shot Ruby a curious look, she wanted to talk to him? He doubted anything would be said in front of a stranger. He was curious to what it could be, but for now they’d have coffee and hopefully they could know a bit more about Natalie. He entered inside the coffee shop, expecting the girls to follow his lead. There were a few people inside, who shot them strange looks, probably because of the two masked people sauntering around, but he was used to that. He chuckled at Natalie’s suggestion. “Why is there masks in a warehouse?? I bet it’s a front for something.”
His eyes running around the place, Jacob saw a few available tables, and pointed one for the girls to see. “You two can chose a corner, if you want. I can grab the coffee” His voice was pleasantly light, before he turned towards the barista to place his order. He’d only get for Ruby and himself, since he didn’t know Natalie’s tastes, and she already had a coffee anyway.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Mar 8, 2016 21:10:35 GMT 2
----- Somebody or Some Body ----- --- Helping out --- They stayed like that for a while, Jacob being silently being held by Max. Not everything was settled, they still had no plan on how to reach out to Ruby, how to fix Ruby’s broken heart. But just for a moment, Jacob wanted to believe everything would be fine. The hand on his hair felt comforting, so caring in all his gestures, he could’ve stayed like that in silence for a long time. But eventually Max broke the silence, his words bringing worry that made Jacob stiffen, but he didn’t break the hug, listening carefully to what the man was proposing. The dinner with Shaun, everything was so much simpler then, he had two friends that he was learning to care for, for the first time putting his life in line to protect another person. Before he knew he had any feelings for them, before Ruby kissed him and put his feeling in turmoil, when they were just friends who enjoyed each other’s presence. The good moments they had on Ruby’s birthday crossed his mind, he wanted those moments back.
But not everything could go back to what it was, too much had changed, hurtful things were said. But if they could do something to at least have each other again, to be certain they’d have each other’s back always, Jacob thought it was worth to try. “You can’t erased what you did. But maybe we can…. Start again? If you get on your knees and beg for forgiveness.” He kept his face buried on Max’s neck, his voice coming muffled, never releasing his shirt, but his grip no long too tight.
So in the end, Jacob was more right than he imagined. They said they weren’t a couple, but they had an agreement that they wouldn’t be seeing other people without the other knowing. It wasn’t as biding as dating, but it was still a form of commitment. “Pfff, not a couple. You’re such a liar.” Was all he said on the subject. Briefly he wondered if Max would have broken things off because of him, he’d like to believe that no, but he couldn’t be sure. And as expected, Max’s declaration of his feelings didn’t mean they’d go anywhere, there was no relationship to be had. It was new to him, indeed, and he was terrified of trying anything, but at the same time, he felt disappointed that he would just… not even consider… But he was right, the mess with Ruby should be resolved before they made any other decision, so he stayed quiet about his disappointment and still held Max closely. “Just… I don’t know what I could possibly do to make things get better… but I want to help, so… just… if you know I can help, just tell me.” Even him offering for help sounded awkward.
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Mar 8, 2016 5:13:24 GMT 2
----- Somebody or Some Body ----- --- Helping out --- If the choice he made tonight was the right one, Jacob still would have to find out. He felt like he was making himself too vulnerable, opening himself up to Max, given all his trust to him, and that, more than anything scared his deeply. These unwelcomed feelings clouding his judgement, telling him it was a good idea to trust Max, but his logical side told him it was the biggest mistake he’d ever done. He wanted to believe his paranoid side was wrong though, he wanted to believe that Max was better than that. It was so tiring to live by himself, always watching his back, always holding back his feelings, being alone and not caring. He wanted more freedom, wanted to feel and not be afraid like everyone seemed to do so easily, and he seemed to be doing well so far in that regard with Max and Ruby, but now he realized that until today, he still had been holding back, until he made his feelings known to Max.
Be it friendship or romantic love, he wanted to keep both of them around. It didn’t matter if they were together and Jacob was just their friend, he just wanted to avoid losing them, that was why he contented himself to just watch as they got happy with each other, it was enough. But things started to change when Ruby kissed him, he tried to ignore his own feelings, and was succeeding pretty well until now, But now with Max’s kiss, this confession and this whole roller-coaster of emotions, he suspected it wouldn’t be as simple, it wouldn’t make his life any easier. But he was willing to try if it was what it took to have both of them on good terms with each other again, he just didn’t want to lose them.
After he agreed with Max, silence stretched over the room. He wasn’t sure what Max’s care and protection meant exactly, if it meant his love as well or not, and he was almost afraid to find out. It could be his doom, or it could be the best thing in his life. For his sanity’s sake, he choose to believe the second option. Since he had stopped speaking, Jacob had remained still, his arms crossed defensively, his eyes still stubbornly locked on the wall. He saw Max approach from the corner of his eye, didn’t move as the man pulled him to a hug, staying stubbornly still, but not pushing Max away either.
After his acceptance, he wasn’t even sure why he was still hesitant to accept Max’s gesture, perhaps it was his fear keeping him frozen, because he wanted to hug him back, he wanted to cling to him and stop him from leaving, even if Max probably wouldn’t do that anymore…. Hopefully. After more time than he’d liked had passed, Jacob finally moved, leaning his head on Max’s shoulders, uncrossing his arms, and slowly wrapped them around Max’s torso, his trembling fingers gripping into the fabric of his shirt. He buried his face on the crook of Max’s neck, feeling like he could cry or scream, but he remained quiet and his eyes were still dry. For a moment he felt safe, Max’s hug calming the storm that raged over his emotions, he could slow down and just enjoy the other’s presence.
Funny. Jacob was the one who was supposed to be the one who had to remain strong here, to help Max overcome whatever he was feeling for have killed Jack White, and yet he was to one taking comfort on the hug.
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