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“Tell me baby, what’s your story?”

Whilst leaning over the counter nearest the register, the dialogue escaped a young male’s mouth. A smirk toyed with his lips, contorting most of his features into a rather coy expression as his eyes continued to explore the female before him. She wasn’t surprised, nor displeased seeing as how he enjoyed teasing her on the regular basis. This was no spur of the moment thing; Elizabeth had known the male for good two or three years now. Of course, she’d didn’t fully grasp the concept of who he indeed was, otherwise one would doubt that a smile slithered onto her features at the sight of him. Either way, the figure enjoyed messing with the teenager, and found her reactions…interesting, for the most part; but he wouldn’t have hated catching glimpse of fear within her eye.

At the sudden change of thought, Jacolby stood erect and began to fish in his pockets for a few spare dollars. After tossing the crinkled bills onto the counter before him, he spun on his heel and took off onto the other side of the building without another word. Unfortunately, this action wasn’t too much of a surprise either; pity, seeing as he enjoyed spontaneous reactions and unpredictable movements. Impulsive movements and extemporaneous dialect has always entered him, and generally was the one with such actions and reactions. So what made today different? Ech, causing a scene in a quaint coffee shop wasn’t on the top of his to do lists, besides if he wrecks and/or got removed from this place, where would he spend his afternoons? The Student Lounge was for mornings and the lair or the pulse were reserved for night time affairs. Where else was there to waste one’s time away? The fucking Orange Grove?! Hah.

Scoffing at the very idea, JC opted for a seat near the window. He’d will himself to disappear whilst eaves dropping on the conversations of those within his vicinity. Not that they mattered, their peaceful lives were uneventful, not even enough to cause him to cock an eyebrow in curiosity. Being a curious boy at heart, this wasn’t necessarily a hard task to complete; one just had to emit something to do with kinky positions, mutated oranges, the triage, or small children. And the last had nothing to do with an odd sexual perversion. Men could take intrests in small children without it having to be sensual right? He could enjoy their company, their bright smiles... and their screams of terror, expressions filled with nothing but anguish, hands reaching, groping around for dear life...

Sex had nothing to do with it.

[adelaide]

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

She was seated there, cross-legged on the chair by the window, her nose in a book that she was now reading for the eighty-second time, when a raised voice caught her attention. Oh, that boy. Of course she recognized him from around Blackbriar, but that didn't mean that she was best friends with him. Not really even acquaintances, either. They'd never said a word to each other in all the time she'd been here.

Frankly, Adelaide didn't even think he'd ever glanced her way. Not that that was a problem.

And now he was sitting himself down approximately three chairs away. She didn't want to be disturbed. "I don't care if you're loud up front, but since I'm reading, I'd rather you don't say a word." The book was lowered a few inches so keen blue eyes could peep over the edge, slightly glaring at him, before returning her gaze to the next line.

Today was supposed to be a good day. She didn't want to be disturbed.

Adelaide sat up a little straighter, smoothing out the wrinkles in that gauzy white dress she wore, crossing one leg over the other and took a sip of the cup of hot chai on the table beside her. She'd ignore him for the time being, unless he decided to reply, in which case she'd most likely give him another death glare and reprimand him for even daring to talk after she'd already warned him. Oh, the little imp.

She was getting braver every day.

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So far, it seemed as though a little girl had fallen down a well somewhere near main street. And… that was about all of the news for the day. What a drag, the Resistance still hadn’t made the paper, yet. Sure, Jacolby had made the news scene once or twice on his own, but he was sort of hoping for word of this new crew to spread around. How could you strike hear into the hearts of many, when they didn’t even know who they hell that you were?! JC furrowed his brow, as he brought his coffee to his lips and stole a glance out of the window.

Too bad, he hadn’t been there to help that little girl. He was pretty damned sure that they needed a rubber band man on the task force. You know the one, the gang of guys who fought fires and saved kittens from little trees. Ah, Bytes could see himself now. Waving around a shiny little badge, risking himself for others, smiling on the day to day, nodding toward those who emitted gracious reply. Yes, it’d be the life. Be the life of possessed JMC, for that sure as hell wasn’t about to be the normal one.

He cocked his head to the side as a female a few seats down parted her words to speak. After a moment, the figure turned around to peer over his shoulder, and then around the quaint café. No one was directly behind him, and everyone else seemed to be pretty much absorbed into their conversations or crosswords puzzles…so did this mean that she was speaking to...him? Evidently one of the two was confused. This stranger was either warning some invisible kid, or she didn’t know who he was.

Either way, she’d disturbed his thought process and now he was remotely agitated. “Really, is that what you’d rather?” His voice remained calm as he crossed his hands over the surface before him. JC had never been one to raise his volume nor act too hastily with strangers unless they wronged him in some way or another. This female had done nothing but speak her mind…

[adelaide]

One eyebrow lifted so high it disappeared into her forehead. She had been expecting a rude remark, or a sincere apology.

"Since that is what I said, clearly."

Back to Pride and Prejudice. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy's escapades were most likely far more diverting than talking with this fool who had disturbed her peace twice in a row. She flipped a page, continuing to read until she lifted her eyes again.

"And stop staring at me, while you're at it."

Sure, she was being quite rude at the time, but that was Miss O'Mara for you. Thick Irish accent usually didn't allow people to understand what she was saying, and with a temper to match, you really didn't like to get in her face. Or if you did, it really was quite comical to the lookers-on.

Oh, Elizabeth Bennet. She was a heroine for girls all around. If only she hadn't given in and married Mr. Darcy so easily. Even though he was dreamy. Adelaide got carried away in her books far too much.

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Did she want to die? For some reason, the male could picture this one’s blood splattered across the particular window that she sat before. Sure, he didn’t quite cause people to bleed, but for some reason he saw this, instead of her squirming around on the floor as blatant cries for help escaped her throat. The thought set him at ease as he shifted positions in his seat.

Who was this female who felt so high and mighty?! Who was this idiot that felt the need to ‘set him straight’? Jacolby was pretty damned sure that he hadn’t been loud at the counter, because of the fact that JC and anything rather boisterous didn’t quite get along. He furrowed a brow and instantly began to regret promising that he wouldn’t make a scene in this place. If it’d been a promise to any other person, this female would have been dead in a heartbeat, but alas, he’d made the pledge to himself. And if anything, he had to at least respect his own wishes.

Staring at her? Hilarious! The male unfolded his arms, and extended one toward the door and shifted it open. “If you expect pure silence, they maybe you should make your way back home, sweet cheeks,” meanwhile, he’d spun her seat around in order to face the door, with his others. He’d taken the liberty to make everything that much simpler for her. From the door to her chair was a straight line.

ooc;; would you be mad if jc killed you? xDD

[adelaide]

Adelaide immediately threw herself out of the chair, walking stick in hand, and turned about to face him. "Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me!" Her eyes narrowed, hobbling a few steps closer towards him, reaching out one palm to aim a slap against his cheek.

"How dare you come in here and treat me like this? I haven't done anything to you! What're you gonna do now? Attack me?"

Frankly, he looked like the person who would be an axe-murderer on the weekends. But of course, Miss O'Mara and her sweet little temper couldn't help herself, and so she had to get in his face about it. Like a little old lady fending off against a purse-snatcher.

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ooc;

sdflsdfhjfd!!!
can he kill her now?
ackk.

[adelaide]

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Nope, nope, nope!
I would let him, but then what would I do for a character?
Teehee.

[Lucian Stone.]

<sub>OOC:

-wooshintomemoryland- LUCIAN: "Jesus, JC, if you kill anyone today I swear I'm gonna kill you! What is it with this body count? Stop making mass genocide and start being selective! Fuck!"</sub>

[adelaide]

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Lawl.
I'm not even gonna ask.
Oooh, JC's so creepy. -shivers-
I love him.

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ooc;; JC: What are you going to do, WING me to death? -pause- BUT SHE IS ASKING FOR IT!!!

bic;;Had he truly touched her without realizing it? He imagined not, it was hard to miss when one’s hand hit another’s smooth, cool skin. Jacolby retraced his arms and laid one against his leg, whilst bringing a coffee mug to his lips with the other. This girl was…a freak. Hah, that was about all there was to it. First she went off on him for making noise when it was probably the voices in her head –since this wasn’t uncommon, now-a-days—and then she spazzed out about him touching her, when not a even a thread of his clothing had come within an inch of her bare skin.

Entertaining, yet annoying. Still, he wasn’t to supply her with the reaction that she probably longed for. The male didn’t get worked up too much. As mentioned earlier, he hardly ever raised his voice or swapped out insolent remarks. So what did he do then? Well, the guy had a tendency to remove all of those that got into his way, from the world. Why allow them to be a bother to the rest of those trying to go on with their lives, right? Right.

Replacing the cup onto the table, JC brought a hand up to his temple and began to message it, gently. The other traveled toward the female’s mouth and caught a tight grasp at her cheeks. Like a snake, coiling its body around it’s prey, Colby soon found majority of his arm tightly wrapped around the stranger, his palm still over her mouth.

[adelaide]

"Get off me, get off!" He was touching her, touching her scars, it burned, it froze, it burned. She shivered and twitched, writhing against his touch. Get off, get off, get off.

His hand burned! It froze! Those ancient scars still gave her memories of extreme pain - it brought it all back when he gripped her face. And now he was swallowing her whole in his arm. It was absolutely terrifying.

There is no water.

Why such a simple fact would come into any one else's head would be quite curious, but of course it was the first thing Adelaide thought of. If only she could reach water, she could disappear. Turn into an...a paramecium or an amoeba or something!

Anything to get away from his death touch.

Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't.

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“Do you want to die?” He expected an answer though the inquiry was rhetorical in a sense. After all, he had her mouth covered and her arms tightly pinned to her sides. He brought the female in closer to him, eyes dead, face expressionless. What was this!?! He was supposed to be getting joy from her terrorized movements; from her mindless thrashing. JC studied figure in his grips for a moment as she wiggled around in a futile attempt to escape his grips and then stole another sip of coffee with his free hand.

“Because, that’s the vibe that I’m getting from you,” the male’s voice remained rather calm despite the situation. Majority of the others that surrounded the kept their eyes down, two had skedaddled off for help. Who was going to help her? No one; no one at all? He could tell why, he’d only known her for a total of ten seconds and was already on the verge of either snapping her neck or poisoning her.

A smirk didn’t even dare to play upon his features, as his eyes regained focus upon her face. “If you want to die, just say the word. I won’t hesitate.” He was sure that she’d gotten this much from his actions, thus far. Honestly, Colby wasn’t a hard man to read, either he was at piece or irritated…guess which one he was now. “Can you give me an answer, babe? Can you either shake or nod that pretty little head of yours for me?” Ah, there it was. A hint of a smirk appeared upon his features indicating that the male was finally beginning to enjoy himself, but how long would this last?

[adelaide]

She shook her head as best she could, blinking quickly. But she would not cry. Adelaide had never been the crying type, even while in intense pain.

Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me.

T'was her only thoughts, and apparently he could neither read them nor obey them. What could she do? What would happen if he killed her? For undoubtedly he could. There was enormous strength in his grip. If she opened her mouth, she might bite him, but that would most likely only make the situation a whole lot worse. Despite the fact that it was hardly likely that it could get any worse than it was now.

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What!?! Was that seriously all!? No tears, no attempts at screaming nor fighting back? How was he supposed to work with this? the female acted as if she truly expected to die at this place and in this exact moment, and truth be told she would have...if some child had ambled over to him. JC loosened his grip on his prey's body, but still kept his hand clasped over her mouth as he peered down at the small boy who'd somehow managed to acquire a tail. In reality, it took all that he had not to kill the kid right then and there for getting in the way, for not minding his own damned running nose and sticking to his mummy's side. The sou-less male stole a glance at the female who stood still tangled up within his limbs, before focusing on the boy besides his leg.

However, the ankle biter didn't speak a single word. He didn't blink, or even open his mouth to emit a short breath of air, as if he'd originally intended on allowing for a few words to escape. Now, this was new. Colby leaned over so that he was face to face with the child, then broke his smirk in order to speak a single word, "Boo." Oddly enough, the male had somewhat expected for the child to jump, but this wasn't the case. Instead, the blonde-haired six year old struck out a hand and sat it upon JC's shoulder as a smile appeared upon his features.

Hah, the mad man stared wide eyed at the small figure for a moment, before slipping his arm from around the female. She was a lost cause, almost as useful as a raggedy-ann doll, and therefore he'd move onto a target that'd propose a greater increase of entertainment. "Don't you know that it's bad to interact with strangers?" Colby cocked a brow as his right hand approached the top of the child's head.