jackson sales
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life ain't easy for a boy named sue...
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Post by jackson sales on Oct 16, 2008 23:23:56 GMT -5
closed. tia only. ily all.
He walked.
As he walked, he searched. Regardless of the fact he did not have anything to search for, he did so anyway. Life as he knew it was over, for the most part. He was the typical demon now, not his best friend. He had love; someone to love, and someone to love him. His best friend would be happy forever.
Unlike him.
The only reason he used to be scared about killing was the fact he was taking someone love away. His own power had scared him. When he found out he could regenerate, he was scared. When his mother told him he could never die because of it, he cried. His mother had held him, and he wished in that moment he could die. He was loved, and he was happy in that one moment of pain. He knew people would be envious of him, but it did not matter.
The halls were empty; lacking spirit and soul. Everyone must be at the cbox house, having fun. That place was one sick reminder of his past; something he needed to move away from and forget. That, and Paris. There was another place he could never go to again. Too many reminders.
Too many memories of his best friend.
It was Ezra's fault for all this, you know. The pushing away of Sammii, the plan to turn him bi (which worked, much to his chagrin). Not to mention all the late nights making sure his best friend did not sleepwalk himself to death.
This is the thanks he gets?
A broken heart is his payment. A pat on the back, a smirk, and a "you're my best friend again," are worthless. He doesn't want to be the skankwaffle anymore, not if this is the treatment. He wants the good 'ol days back, when the feeling he has now were never there, and the only problem he had was getting his best friend to leave Sammii alone for five seconds.
His best friend.
"My best friend." The three words mean so much, yet so little. It is a strange feeling, what is going on. Footsteps lead him outside. In his hands are his memories, all the pictures, the notes, the printed emails over summers when texting and phone calls and even visits at one in the morning were never enough. He hopes he can end this pain now, just like the pain he felt when he was a child. It is not possible though; it never will be.
Somehow, what he wants is already there. As is someone already knew what his plans were. Offhand, he wonders if it was Ezra, but his best friend would be beyond pissed if he knew of this plan.
It didn't take long to start the fire. Even though it was way below freezing. The bright flames illuminated the demon's lifeless face, showing nothing, yet everything all at once. He was screaming inside for guidance, for help, for anything, because he could not do it anymore.
He does not want to be alone.
After a few minutes, he adds fuel to the fire. First, it is the emails, which were just random words thrown together, but somehow, they always made sense. Somehow. Then, it is the CD burnt for him for his sixteenth birthday. It included a special message from the creator himself, wishing him the "best fucking birthday ever, because now, you are an old man, oldie." That was three years ago, back when there were no problems of killings or relationships. It was the two of them, and sometimes Dai back then, because they still did not know if they could trust her completely.
Now look.
Their lives were happy with relationships and love and happiness, while his was the complete opposite. He never asked for things to be this way. Not like this, anyway. He had always dreamed of being a happy demon, with a white picket fence, children, a wife, a dog, and a happy home to return to everyday. Hell, it worked for his mom, why not him?
No answer.
Notes go into the fire, and the flames burn brighter. He gives a lifeless smirk, showing his love for fire. For a moment, he wonders what it would be like to burn alive. Thinking about it made it feel real. He could feel the intense flames surround him, heating his body up and burning everything. His sunglassed eyes closed, and he could picture it clearly. A pop of the logs brought him back to the present, where he was still alive, where he still had problems.
Many problems.
He steps closer to the fire, a few pictures slipping from his hands to the flames. He watches a memory burn, one that took place not too long ago. It showed himself and Ezra. He was in Ezra's arms, a scowl on his face and a pink cast around his ankle (stupid doctors never understood the meaning of regeneration). The smirk on his best friends face went for miles, as the two boys stared at each other. He can remember his feelings quite well, having happened months ago.
He won't talk about it.
A few more pictures slip, and in a fury, he throws them all on the ground beside the fire. Collapsing to the ground, he gets closer to the fire, curled in a ball, unblinking and unmoving. He hopes the flames will reach him, because he does not want to try anymore. He does not want to put on the "hey Ezra. I'm fine. Yay for you and your perfect fucking life" facade any longer. An angry tear escapes his eyes, but before he can brush it away, more and more come. He lets them, because he doesn't care anymore.
He gives up.
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tianna engel
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Post by tianna engel on Oct 17, 2008 20:43:19 GMT -5
This was boring. There was nothing to do and the demon girl wandering around in the halls had no idea where any of her friends were. Ezra was probably moping about Sammii or something, as usual. Kaden was probably with Parker or someone else. And Fletcher—okay, he wasn't a friend per se, but he was so much fun to scare and freak out. It was entertainment enough for her. She wondered about that Jackson kid...she didn't know him too extremely well yet, but might as well make friends with your brother's best friend right? Besides, he seemed real cool. Xio hadn't really been around either...
A sigh left her mouth. Where the fuck was everyone? And was it her or did everyone seem rather...depressed and down about things? She almost couldn't stand hanging around Ezra, he was just no fun while he was moping and whining and interrogating people about Sam disappearing. And it was so much work to try and unsuccessfully convince him that the werewolf would come back—even though everyone but him realized that Sammii would.
She didn't really have a set destination, she was really just walking around the deserted hallways, looking for someone she knew, or maybe someone new she could meet. But to no effect—it seemed everyone must be out somewhere. Where, she wasn't sure. That's probably what you got for being rather new, though, wasn't it? Tia was starting to approach near the Grey Forest eventually, and a strange smell hit her. Well maybe not strange, per se. But it wasn't a smell that you would expect to find here, drifting out from where the forest was located. The smell of smoke. Which that fact alone would probably have freaked out a lot of people—forest fire? Honestly, Tia doubted that. First reason: there was no way it was going to get dry enough in the middle-of-nowhere snowy Germany. And second: who was going to wander into that place and go camping? Probably wasn't all that many people's ideas of fun. With all the vampires and werewolves that ran around in there. Though it could also just be some kids trying to cause trouble, which wouldn't surprise her in the least. Time to explore? Of course.
In no rush, Tia finally reached the forest, and—half following her nose, half watching where the trail of smoke was coming from—the demon walked the way she thought the source would be. But what she found there was...surprising, to say the least. The scene that met her eyes was a figure curled up by a bright and blazing fire, apparently crying. Pictures and papers lay around; corners burnt off or still burning. But the figure was the most concerning thing of the strange scene. Because she could instantly recognize the spiky haired boy with the sunglasses over his eyes.
"Jackson?" she asked, as though she needed to clarify the obvious. The black-haired girl took the last few steps that brought her next to the balled-up demon. She squatted down, resting her arms across her elbows. Reaching a hand out she gently poked Jackson's side. "You okay? What's wrong?" Tia's brownish-green left Jackson for a moment to observe the scene better. What was he doing? She focused in on a picture that was still mostly left, only the corners charred a bit. The faces staring back at her shocked her—the face of her own brother and Jackson looked back at her. He was burning his things about Ezra?
Tia plopped down on the ground, sitting corss-legged by the other demon's side, waiting for an answer to her questions.
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jackson sales
demon
technopathy regeneration psionic blast temporal duplication
life ain't easy for a boy named sue...
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Post by jackson sales on Oct 20, 2008 17:14:52 GMT -5
It was really fucking cold.
The whole laying in the snow next to a burning first thing was not working out for the demon. His awesome black jacket only looked cool, it did nothing to help his boy warmth stay where it needed to be. He started shivering a good half hour ago. He was having problem keeping his eyes open too. His little curled ball of himself sucked. Maybe it was just in his mind.
Like everything was these days.
Nothing seemed real anymore. He wandered around every waking moment, doing nothing and being nothing. His day shift at The Secret didn't have the flare it once did, but that might have to do with the fact that it was the daytime, and no one wanted to get drunk that early. Instead, he drowned his sorrows in songs, just sitting on the stage singing song after song after song until he could no longer sing, or the tears made it impossible to do so. And it didn't matter what he sang, which ranged between anything. It made good money for the few people that were there. At least someone liked it.
Like someone else he knew.
That one chick. That one chick who just so happened to be his best friends sister. That complicated things. She was so nice though, and so everything that he could ever hop and wish for. It was scary though, feeling something like this. It was conflicting with his broken feelings for Ezra. Moving on shouldn't be this easy, should it?
Maybe it could be.
Awkward, though. Considering the fact that a few months from now, he could be sitting across from Ezra and Sammii with Tia beside him. And knowing him, that would end up happening. Wiping the tears from his cold cheeks, he half wondered how shitty he looked, but he half didn't care at this point in time.
The fire was burning brighter now. Some of the pictures had entered the flames by now, and he wanted to care, but he couldn't put forth the effort. He couldn't get up, even if he tried. His eyes didn't want to stay open any longer. What would happen if he fell asleep? Would someone find him?
He didn't have to worry, though. The soft footsteps behind him in the snow let him know someone was coming. The effort to turn over was too much. He closed his eyes once more, but opened them as soon as said visitor called out his name.
Tia.
If he could smile, he would. If he could get up and hug her, he would. He should. He couldn't. His shivering body quivered when she poked him. He could feel her eyes on him. Stupid fire, why couldn't it keep him warm? TO answer her question, he shook his head, which wasn't a very good idea, considering he was shaking. Cursing himself in the head, he let out a shaky sigh. Reaching out, he grasped her hand with his frozen one, hoping to warm it up, but also wanting the comfort. "Wh-what are y-you doing out here?" His teeth chattered, and he almost bit his tongue off in the process. At least he spoke. Jackson hoped she understood it.
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tianna engel
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Post by tianna engel on Oct 22, 2008 20:13:03 GMT -5
As soon as Tia saw the other demon shake his head no to answer her questions—which was a hard enough thing to make out in itself, considering how badly he was shaking—she felt the worry grow inside her even more. Normally she didn't care about other people. In fact the only people she could think of that she really cared for here at Winterthorne were Ezra and Xio...and Jackson, obviously. There was only one reason to that that she could think up. She liked him. Actually like-liked him. Which was so odd for her—she normally didn't develop crushes on people.
Once she sat down, she looked up to the fire. The other thing bothering her was why? Why was he burning everything about Ezra? Yeah, she knew that they had been having some problems lately. But she had no idea they were so bad that...—that he'd burn shit about Ezra. Either things were really bad or Jackson was really dramatic. The former seemed more likely than the latter, though. Suddenly she felt a cold hand grip hers and she jumped slightly at the icy touch. Her greenish-brown eyes fell back to Jackson, realizing it was his hand. That couldn't be good. Tia forced a small smirk on her face as she looked down at the boy, gripping his hand tighter. "How long have you been out here? You're freezing..." she said, not exactly expecting an answer, seeing as just before she asked the question he asked her one of her own.
His teeth were chattering so badly, her first reaction was opening her mouth to ask 'what?' before it was able to process in her mind. Oh, what was she doing here? "I came to find out why there was a fire. But that's not really important," she said, "More importantly—you're gonna freeze to death soon, and I really don't want that to happen. So I think we should move you inside, like, soon." She shifted her position slightly, leaning over towards the other demon and reaching her arms out towards him. Tia wrapped her arms around the shivering body and, with a little difficulty—I mean, he was so much bigger than she was—she pulled Jackson into her lap, hoping to warm him up. Plus, she wanted to hug him.
A quiet sigh left her mouth and her eyes wandered up to the fire again. "Why are you burning all your things?" she asked after being silent for a moment.
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jackson sales
demon
technopathy regeneration psionic blast temporal duplication
life ain't easy for a boy named sue...
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Post by jackson sales on Oct 23, 2008 20:56:04 GMT -5
Still really fucking cold.
This made no sense to the demon. Maybe he was just becoming more and more cold-hearted by the moment. Maybe Ezra had put some sort of jinx on the shit he gave his best friend. Maybe- wait. Ezra wasn't that fucking smart. Besides, he would never think up something like that. He would just acid someone and be done with it. Ezra kept it simple.
Ezra, Ezra, Ezra.
That's enough. He was over Ezra. Well, maybe not, but think it almost made it feel real. Not really. Fuck that, he wasn't going to think about Ezra like that ever again. But, with his sister sitting right next to him, holding his frozen hand, it made things difficult.
Focus, you little fucker.
At least she was attempting to keep his hand warm. He responded to her gripping his hand tighter by doing the same back to her, as well as he could, anyway, considering he had already started losing feeling in it. He figured he had answered her question with his hand in hers. A pretty long fucking time, considering he was frozen like a popsicle and shaking like a leaf.
He smiled when she mentioned his fire. Jackson wanted to ask her if she thought it was pretty, but didn't, in fear of biting off his tongue once again. Instead, he would wait. That seemed safer. Tia's voice was soothing him, and his shaking became less violent and a little more controlled, which made him slightly happy. Then she wouldn't think he was a total freak. Just a demon with some issues.
"I agree," he told her, once he was pulled onto her lap. Cuddling in, he rested his head on her shoulder, gripping her thightly with the hand that wasn't linked with hers. This was nice. He could get used to sitting with her like this. Just not in the snow, because it was too fucking cold. In the midst of his rambling thoughts, she posed the question he had been asking himself since he came outside. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders a little. "I-I don't know, really. Too m-many memories. It sounded li-like a good idea at the time." Thinking about it, he agreed with his statement, so he sat there on her lap, wondering if she would yell at time for being such a dumbass. If Tia was smart, she would, but Jackson didn't know if his ego could take another blow again.
"I'm sorry," he told her. Rather, whispered, but over the burning photographs and crackling logs, he was pretty sure she would be able to hear him. "I'm really sorry." Another tear fell, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to deal with the pain for a while.
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tianna engel
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Post by tianna engel on Oct 23, 2008 22:34:37 GMT -5
Her grip around the boy's body tightened a bit as she felt him snuggle up closer to her, laying his head on her shoulder. Well, at least he knew he didn't mind that—which was really a good sign—unless of course he was just doing it for the warmth. Which was just as likely a situation as the former was. Even if he was just doing it to get warm, the least Tia could do was hug him tighter, right? She kind of owed him that, at least.
Listening to his words, she rested her brown-ish green eyes on him as he answered her question to why he was burning all his shit about Ezra. "A good idea at the time". That's why people normally seemed to do things, wasn't it? Of course, that usually didn't turn out to be the "good thing". But that was beside the point right now, she had much more important things to worry about. Like the fact Jackson was still shivering like crazy and she could clearly hear his teeth chattering against each other. In fact, she was getting slightly cold herself under the furred jacket she had on. But then, it was colder than it usually seemed to get, even out here in Germany.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
A confused look crossed the demon's face. What was he sorry about? Tia hugged him closer, trying her best to be comforting (which she had no idea if she was doing this right or not, hopefully she was), and rubbed his back gently with her free hand; the one that wasn't twined with Jackson's. "Sorry? What're you saying sorry for? You didn't do anything," she said, her voice on the quieter side for once. Well, it was definitely gentler, if not quieter. She knew she should probably be yelling at him, or at least fussing at him about it. But she couldn't bring herself to do that. It didn't really seem like the best thing to do at the moment. Later, when he wasn't freezing to death and they were warm somewhere in the castle, then he could expect to get fussed and/or yelled at.
Tia buried her face into the boy's spike black-and-blonde hair for a moment, closing her eyes. She remained like that for a few moments as she listened for Jackson's answer. After he did answer her last questions, she spoke again.
"Come on...we should really head somewhere warmer. I don't want you to become a popsicle," she put a bit of humor in her voice, hoping for maybe a smirk or some sign of happiness. She hadn't missed the tear that was running down his cheek. So she moves away her hand that was resting on his back and wiped the tear away for him.
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