ashes to ashes

Jacqueline "Jackie" Blaize and when she awoke, her whole world was on fire. and when she looked in the mirror, she realized it was her who did it. { Independent RP Blog } Face Claim: Jennifer Lawrence multi-ship, multi-verse #aflameablaize M!A: None, accepting

[aflame-ablaize]

{ monsters inside you }

[infernalchains]

At hearing her words, Scott acted out a small jump of surprise. But it’s a real fact that he was truly surprised as his expectations of this woman smoking was 0%. He had to admit that a woman that looked so sad and solemn while it was raining was not someone he expected to smoke.

"Um," he began, shaking his shoulders repeatedly. "Yeah, sure." he answered, upon hearing her repeat the words she had spoken seconds ago. "Just calm down. I’ve got a whole box of ‘em here." he cooed, fishing the box from his pockets as he pulled out one.

"Here." he said, reaching it out to her before fishing his pockets again, this time for a lighter. "I’ve got a lighter here somewhere. Wait a sec—" he muttered to her.

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She simply gave a roll of her eyes to say how much he failed at amusing (if that was his intention) her with his little jump. You fucking surprised I smoke? she thought, casting him a glare.

Then another set of boring seconds as he searched his many pockets for a single box of cigarettes: is it that hard to find such a simple object in your coat? Not that Jackie was mad at him but she was just really pissed off this afternoon, with the rain and all. And waiting seconds longer was not helping at all. Not one bit.

Snatching the cancer stick from his fingers, without a word, she stuck between her lips the cigarette before flicking a small flame to life on a finger as she neared it towards the stick, lighting it. "No need for lighters." she replied, inhaling before pulling it out.

[hisdarkswan]

ooc: IF JARED/CLAUDIA IS YOUR OTP THAT GIVES YOU FEELS CLAP YOUR HANDS

[aflame-ablaize]

{ monsters inside you }

[infernalchains]

The rain arrived within an hour but it was not on his list of today’s expectations. No, he did not expect it to rain and now he was just plain appalled and dripping wet. He should’ve brought a damn umbrella but judging how far it was from his home, Scott decided to seek shade.

The first thing his eyes spotted in the almost-empty road was a tree by the side with a swing on it. Next thing he saw was the woman on the swing, a deadpan expression painted on her face. Without second thoughts, the fallen angel rushed towards its direction before reaching the tree and shaking himself like a wet dog. Damn, it was cold.

"I hope you don’t mind me sharing your shade." he muttered, taking out a cigarette before lighting it then taking a drag. 

[aflame-ablaize]

|| ❦ || →          The smell of the cigarette burning reaches her senses as she inhales in deeply. During such days, where there was some sort of a downpour or drizzle, Jacqueline needed as much heat as she could get especially with the fact that she was not getting any younger. Growing older was a peeve; she missed it when she used to be that careless girl who don't give no shit to things. But now, almost everything seemed like a problem that was worse than those she had in the past.

"You don't happen to have another in your pockets, do you?" she blurted out in response, unable to control herself or the urge to smoke. She never quit and she didn't have any plans to given that she was immune. At least, shew as lucky that way.

The woman shivers as she gives the stranger a pleading look for a split second but not any longer. "Do you?" she repeats.

[delicatestrings--archive-deacti]

Trust Me | aflame-ablaize

[delicatestrings--archive-deacti]

Oh this one was a little gruff. It was refreshing to the woman who’d met people who seemed to be made of stardust and rainbows. Or at least, they projected that to the world.

Hawthorne felt the breeze against the nape of her neck as she’d neglected to wear a scarf like she usually did for fear of feeling choked, and dug the tip of her boot into the hard frost building at the ledge. She laughed as she was asked how she knew, and her head lazily lolled over on her neck to grace the other with a sly grin.

     ”Because. I’m not stupid.”

Probably not the best idea to get into a snark battle with a stranger, but she had an issue with the mind to mouth filter some times, especially when she was sober surprisingly enough. Besides, the opportunity was too good to miss in her eyes.

[aflame-ablaize]

|| ❦ || →          Wow, this woman was just plain outright confusing that her words left Jacqueline hanging on a branch as the words repeated themselves inside her mind. And that grin-- wow, the girl became a little pissed off because of it. Because to be honest, Jacqueline is not one to be a sport. Her pride always got in the way and she didn't allow failure or anything like that.

            "That's interesting to know. Where's your scarf by the way?"

In her defense, at least she tried. It was so cold that she wished hat she brought another coat but at least she was keen enough to wear a scarf. Rule number one for her: Always bring a damn scarf. And she had noticed earlier that the other was missing the article and the girl decided to shoot at it, took the opportunity. Why, if the stranger was up for this kind of talk, then the pyrokinetic was so up for it; she loved doing this kind of stuff. But she sure as hell was not going to quit or walk away in frustration. Right now, she's trying her best to keep her cool.

[hisdarkswan]

[ A New Beginning ] + [ Claudia & Jacqueline ]

[hisdarkswan]

{ ♕ } -     At the older girl’s nod, it all came back to Claudia. What was she doing? Yes, she was helping the younger boy carry their clothes but why’d she ask the question? As if she could provide them a place to stay while their home was fixed by whoever who could. It was an unexpected impulse, to climb off the horse than help the three.

She swallowed. What now? For all she cared, she was not just going to stand there and gawk while she waited for something to happen, someone to come. Claudia could not just wait for some guards to aid her when she had escaped their eyes in the first place. Nor could she expect Finn to come when he was busy with Keiro and Attia, she presumed, and especially Jared when he was inside Incarceron.

The thought of him made her ache for him, her beloved tutor. How she wished it was all like before. She’d sneak up his tower and rant how bad her day was while he listened. Then maybe a little lesson about the past kings of the Realm. Why, they never even got to finish the other topics. But she’ll survive, the books were still there. And his tower was still in perfect condition and she intended to keep it that way.

Then it came over her that Jared would never come right now because he was with her. Hands instinctively reached for the silver cube that hung around her father’s watch which was hidden in a pocket, its presence offering her comfort.

For the past seconds, everyone must have had their eyes on her. Letting go of the cube, she let out a breathe which frosted within a second; that was how cold it was. The Realm might look desolated now with is power gone but it could be returned. All she had to do was ask Sapphique to do so. But ther was a reason why the power was not returned yet: equality. So the rich can experience how the poor and the Prisoners lived. No envy or chaos.

"I will ask someone to find you a place to stay while your home is being repaired." she blurted out then asking herself why she had said that. Never mind, she thought. I will ask someone to. 

[aflame-ablaize]

|| ❦ || →          "Thank you." were all the words that she could manage and say at the moment. The only words she dare say. 

Lady Claudia Arlexa-- the Warden's daughter. Famed for her intelligence and cunning ways. The next Queen of the Realm. Rarely did she do acts of kindness like this, personally going to their zone and personally talking to them. The last time she saw the blond come here was when she and the Prince sought protection. The only deed she had done then was empty her pouch of golden coins and give them to the children who were clutching and pulling her dirtied skirts. 

Then the question popped in: why was her dress like that that day? Something must have happened, why they had sought shelter temporarily at the old man's hovel.

            Jacqueline knew that day so well. It was burned into her memory.

She'll be keen enough to ask all her questions when she's at a good level with the queen-to-be.

Awkwardly, she and her brother began to gather their belongings while their father said goodbyes to the folks they had known for years. Soon, they were done and set to leave. "Ready, my lady." she confirmed, ready to walk the whole way to wherever the blonde planned to lead them.

[makinggravestones-deactivated20]

"I just … hi. Do you want to borrow my umbrella? You look cold."

[aflame-ablaize]

"Um, sure." she replied, shaking. "I hate the cold. You know, if you don't mind."

[aflame-ablaize]

{ quid pro quo }

[notyouraveragehunter-archive]

He gave a nod of his head upon hearing her words. He was relieved and quite happy, to be honest. “Quid pro quo, eh? Copy that, ma’am.” he replied, chuckling. “Whatever, man. Your taste is absolutely weird. And I’m Tony.” answered the nephilim, winking back.

[aflame-ablaize]

"Wow, you just ruined the game, asshole." she said, rolling her eyes in frustration as she sat back on the grass and leaned against the tree. "It's supposed to be a guessing game. Do you even know what that game is? But anyways, nice to meet you Tony. And at least I have taste."

[kallefuckingblomkvists]

[aflame-ablaize]

{ monsters inside you }

|| ❦ || →          She sat on a swing, a blank expression on her pretty face. A breathe leaves her lips but her gaze on the ground remains as the pitter-patter of the raindrops reached her ears, audible despite her thoughts.

Nightmares were really hard to manage and harder to forget. Most especially when you burned your boyfriend. But he deserved it, didn't he? After he shot you in the stomach? Jacqueline thought he did but never could she erase the screams she heard that night along with the sound of flesh burning. It all happened because of her.

The sound of footsteps stand out from that of the rain but the pyrokinetic does not look up. No, she was not going to. It was a simple act but it seemed that she did not have the strength to do so. Instead, she shot a question without so much of a glance at who had come.

          "What do you want?"

[delicatestrings--archive-deacti]

Trust Me | aflame-ablaize

There was nothing more maddening in the world than when you get exactly what you didn’t pay for. If she recalled, Hawthorne had originally made the deal with Lucifer for her husband’s blood and health, to escape the nightmares of her life. Not to have new ones taunt her every time she met someone new in the hopes that she’d pass them on to the person. It was a strange thing to find yourself becoming - knowing inherently you’re not a terrible person, but in the presence of others you become a terrible monster.

This was precisely why she spent her time out at night, wandering empty parks and streets. Tonight she stopped on a bridge and watched the water lap against the obtrusive bricks. She heard someone’s footsteps as they also approached the bridge, stopping nearby her, and Hawthorne couldn’t help but acknowledge the new presence though for tonight she dared not to look their way. “Do yourself a favor and don’t lean on the edge. Slippery as all hell and freezing to touch.”

She’d seen an idiot of a kid try and lick it earlier. That had been amusing up until it was accompanied with the crude vision of his tongue sticking to ice and him trying to pull away, resulting in the loss of the muscular organ. Needless to say she gladly gave that nightmare away, she hated tongues as it was and didn’t want it following her all night. Who knows, maybe the kid wouldn’t be stupid again after that?

[aflame-ablaize]

|| ❦ || →          Chilly, cold, desolate, night. It was so not the Jacqueline's taste and she hated it even but she didn't want to be sitting duck back home. Besides, the stars where one reason why she reconsidered going out on such a night. Walking by the street near the bridge with a coat on, she was oblivious to her surroundings as she centered on her thoughts.

The girl thought of bringing a flame to life but maybe it was a poor choice; the wind might just kill it and more, people might see and get too curious or suspicious. This world's fucking demented, she thought, With people all around you judging you too early and liars who'll lie to your face.

Then she reached the bridge, the soft and serene sound of calm waves lapping reaching her ears. The pyrokinetic crossed her arms and gazed ahead when she heard words come from the stranger beside her.

          "I'm not stupid."

She let out a breathe, watching as it frosted then disappeared. Looking at the woman beside her, the girl pursed her lips. "How'd you know, anyway?'

[intusamiserit]

[ bruised twilight ]

[intusamiserit]

{ ♔ } -     “Life’s nothing without a little danger. It’s the fun in life.” Kaitlyn replied, a smirk appearing on her lips at her own words. But if only the danger was not this kind and as dangerous …

Upon hearing Jackie’s words, she smiled. “Get used to it. Tonight won’t probably be the last you’ll see one. And they’re that ugly. Want to touch the bastard?” she joked, raising a brow.

Good, the brunette thought once she heard the pyrokinetic’s question which she took as a yes. Her brown eyes darted around the dark forest, making sure no one or nothing was around to serve as a witness of worsen the situation. “I need you to burn him. But be careful, try not to burn the whole forest down; the world’s in enough trouble. I’d do it but my ability is limited and rather weak at the moment. You’re stronger, please; it’s the only way out. And once you’re done, I’ll try to find a vulnerable spot then stab it. Then run as fast as you can. Capiche?”

ooc: ignore text

[aflame-ablaize]

|| ❦ || →          "Sure, it's the fun in life but this ain't the kind of danger I was looking for! Way too far from my taste." the pyrokinetic answered, shooting her a glare.

Then at her remarks, she scoffed. 'Eww, it'll be the last thing I'll do." she retorted, awed at how much they joked on each other despite their situation. 

Jacqueline paid attention to Kaitlyn's instructions, the danger and reality of her situation creeping to her and making her scared each passing second. How the fuck did I get in here?! I just wanted a fucking walk!

"Ability?" she asked, incredulous. She swallowed; "You could burn shit too?" Now she was laughing, a humorless and awkward sound. "Yes, ma'am; glad to. Nothin' better than to get out of this deep shit." she answered while managing a smirk before letting flames emanate from her hands then pointing it to the hideous creature, resulting singed skin and a bellow of pain and rage. Then without hesitation, she ran away, hoping it was enough.

          Kaitlyn, please be safe.

[thegirlwithagun]

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[thegirlwithagun]

"Ya could just keep walkin’. Ain’t that hard.”

[aflame-ablaize]

"I could but you're lying on a perilous spot, for your info."

[aflame-ablaize]

outofflames ;

helloo

just an update

i now have a rules page "more like guidelines" haha

and i just fixed the bio

and i owe chatcurieux a reply

in other words

i'm just lurking

watching everybody do whatever they like

while studying

[intusamiserit]

ooc: i do the 1st right? uh, gif of mun’s fc that describes your life atm?

because guys wtf

[aflame-ablaize]

{ hey i'm next your life won't really suck 'cause everybody will get to do it }

{ i effing told you burn }

[thegirlwithagun]

Open ||

"…—"

"Don’t look at me while ‘m sleepin’. ‘t’s creepy."

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"How can I not when you're sleeping on the bloody ground?"

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{ quid pro quo }

[notyouraveragehunter-archive]

"Dude, whats-yer-name, we’re both sick puppies." he responded, an eyebrow raised at her. "If I’m safe with you, then you’re safe with me. Deal? Well, I bet you also see this handsome face of mine in the halls and, yeah, same. Wanna play a game of guess?’ he asked her, shrugging. "What’s your name, by the way?"

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|| ❦ || →          ”Exactly." she replied with a wink of her eye- Jackie, what are you doing? "And deal, a so-so deal. I'll keep your secrets safe, you do the same. Quid pro quo, you copy?" she chuckled. "And please, you're face is not really handsome." she joked, wondering if he'd get it. "Sure, guessing game; you're one. Jackie, and you?"

[aflame-ablaize]

headcanon ;;

If you think of Jacqueline as someone really harmless unless angered, you're wrong. Beware, she has a criminal record for illegal possession of arms, stealing, and dealing but that does not mean that she does drugs; honestly, she does it for the thrill and for the money alone. 

On another note, she has bought a license for a gun to ensure that she does not get caught without a license ever again.