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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 24, 2014 16:31:58 GMT
There were no loose ends to be tied, no chipper farewell. Felix was gone without word, without note. In some ways, she felt his presence just as she had Kray's. But she wouldn't tell her little love story by sugarcoating it. She'd spit through her teeth.
Carrying her way through District 7 with a gun toted over her shoulder, she looked around forlornly, shit-kicker boots rising up grit and ash. She stood in the same spot she did every day: near Kray's grave. As a soldier, she aimed to protect. While protecting the living at all costs, why not protect the dead?
Her hair caught the stiff, dry breeze and twisted the split blonde ends into tangles over her muted, moss-and-gold eyes. She was no longer Jasmin Forte, the lover
But Jasmin Forte,
the Soldier.
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Post by Jax O'Connor on Jun 24, 2014 20:48:32 GMT
District Seven. Jax has always had mixed feelings about the place, not ever really staying there long to find a reason to stay, but managing there just long enough to survive. The only reason he was even here now was because of it's unfamiliarity, his head clutching at the idea of the possible unknown as it tried to cope with the truth of his current situation.
He was only just out of the institute, and everything outside just felt wrong. Brushing his hand over one of the graves, his mind almost skipped back to all the things he'd done, the hurt he'd caused. He jerked his hand away from the grave, his gaze lifting as he suddenly realised he wasn't alone.
"Sorry, am I disturbing you?" He asked quietly, voice shaking slightly.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 24, 2014 21:00:10 GMT
With her eyes snapped wide with the possibility of trouble, gruffness couldn't escape her tone - a sense of grownup stifling her curiosity. They widened even further at the sight. "Who the fuck is th-" The large gun at her shoulder wobbled and fell, as lifeless and inept as it'd ever be. Jax. He didn't appear like the cocky bubble of raw sass he usually was.
Jasmin pressed her hand to her heart unconsciously, taking a wide, unsure step toward him. "Turn around," She breathed, "look at me. That's an order, civilian." She was even unsure at this point about her authoritarian angle. Her throat bobbed as she waited.
Where was he?
Why is he here?
What's wrong? Wrong... long....wong.
In response to stress, her mind was making up things to keep it busy.
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Post by Jax O'Connor on Jun 24, 2014 23:19:52 GMT
"Civilian? Ooh, that's a new one," Jax replied quickly, the words sliding off his tongue before he could stop them, his mind realising who it was and deciding it was okay to talk to her, okay to get involved. Well, it wasn't so much that as the fact that he already knew Jasmin, just not quite well enough to call her a close friend. Sure, the woman may just be her own breed of insanity, but she didn't need to know just how fucked up he was... Especially since he didn't even know himself. Maybe he wasn't in the best shape right that minute, and maybe it was obvious there was something going on, but Jax was going to try damn hard to make sure Jasmin couldn't tell, and he may even lie about it if she asked. He'd never been good with weakness, never had been.
"Since when were you my superior, anyway?" he finally added, doing as he was told and turning to look at her - forcing his signature cheeky smile, even if it didn't quite meet his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for the joking and the sarcasm, and yet he was too scared to do anything but that. His hands slowly found their way into his pockets, burying themselves in the fabric of his jeans, as if the material would protect him from the scorn he was sure Jasmin would put him under, somehow.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 24, 2014 23:28:48 GMT
Jasmin's brows skirted toward her forehead as he turned, her hands pulling from their strong hold behind her back to ready herself for a hug. "Since last week," She cooed, as if her status brought some respect to herself. It surely seemed to.
She took another slow step forward before launching herself toward him, arms wrapping him in a taut bundle. She draped one arm around his shoulder and the other around his waist, tentatively loosening her muscles in case she was left with regret on his part. She'd always been too much; too maternal, too moody, too much. "Somethin' happened - you ain't looking at me right."
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Post by Jax O'Connor on Jun 24, 2014 23:48:00 GMT
"Ooh, get you with the fancy promotion." He barely had time to tease the words before she pulled him in for a hug, his entire body automatically stiffening at the human contact. Anyone that wasn't a doctor hadn't touched him in days, and even when they did it was just to take more blood tests or brain scans - desperately scraping to try and find out what was going on with him. They still had no clue. He'd almost forgot how nice an honest hug felt, and so it wasn't long before he relaxed into the familiar petite frame, only pulling away to add another smirky, deflective remark, "and since when did you care how people looked at you?" He wasn't cracking that easy, that was for sure.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 24, 2014 23:55:40 GMT
"It only works when y' give a shit about someone. Accept the fuckin' compliment," Jasmin drifted out of the hug far too easily, the stretching yearn for touch returning. Her mouth twitched; a strain to keep herself silent about Felix's departure. She'd cried herself an ocean through these days. "Do you want to go to, like, a party with me? My time here 's about over-" She busied herself with words as she stretched her camo uniform over her head, leaving her in a pale gray camisole, her hair a mess of waves in her face. There was once a time where Jax helped her.
"I got invited to a Capitol party." She chirped, shoving her bottoms down without thought. Luckily for them both, she had on a pair of loose fitting shorts underneath. A smile wore her lips thin. It'd been there too long.
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Post by Jax O'Connor on Jun 29, 2014 23:22:09 GMT
"Compliment accepted," Jax replied, raising his hands in the air in a meek attempt at surrender. He offered her a small grin, pulling his arms around his chest as soon as she was done with the hug. As soon as the rest of her sentence was out of her mouth his smile dropped slightly, a flash of fear gripping his chest before he could stop it. He hadn't been high since he was out, couldn't risk the idea of the possible hallucinations that came high with the high. The things he saw, the repressed memories, he couldn't deal with them, and they'd only just stopped being a major problem. Still, he could go to a party and not do drugs, right? Or, at least, he could try. He had to get back to his old life eventually, and it'd only be a matter of time before he came into contact with drugs again. He could do it, or, that's what he liked to think.
"Sure, I guess," he finally replied, slowly unknotting the twisted shape that his stomach had collapsed into, ripping with anxiety of what could happen - the things he may or may not see. Forcing himself to keep smiling, he winked at her mischievously before quickly adding, a hint of sarcasm sounding in his voice, "what could go wrong?"
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Airron won't leave me alone
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 30, 2014 1:59:06 GMT
Her face dropped with his hesitance. "Oh-" She attempted, feigning disinterest. Her eyes rolled, tint pupils wandering, spiraling to land anywhere but his face. Jasmin swallowed, jaw rolling. "Fucker. Don' you want a taste of Capitol couture?" She teased with fire in her eyes, mania rolling through the one-way street of her mind.
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