Don't Be Scared

--Jetsam Simbi Laveau-- --Seventeen-- --Voodoo/Witch--

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Text to Jetsam

Flotsam: I will. I so will. It's getting even better the more she talks. She's one of those idiots who thinks she can out smart you by being clever but makes herself look more stupid with every attempt and should quit while she's ahead. It's great.

Flotsam: What's his name? What's he look like?

Jetsam: How cute. You're aware that that sort of idiocy gets me quite aroused right? Perhaps maybe you know what to get me for my birthday now.

Jetsam: Alive, not dead. I want to see your squirming while she wonders why she's suffering.

Jetsam: I don't know his name but he has blond hair, a childish face, and I think his lip is pierced but it was hard to tell in the dark.

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Text to Jetsam

Flotsam: I think I just met the town retard.

Flotsam: Seriously. I ask her where her fav place is in town because I'm new for something fun to do. She says where Marcus lives as if I should know this asshole. Then proceeds to tell me she doesn't know where that is.

Flotsam: If she's any indication of the intelligence in this town, it's about to be an even bigger party for us.

Jetsam: Oh, sounds right up my alley.

Jetsam: You'll have to point her out so I can fuck with her non-existent brains.

Jetsam: I already stumbled across this fucktard of a kid. Bastard decide to make the mistake of throwing a rock at me. I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun teaching these people we're a force to be reckoned with.

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For the past week Jetsam has been drawing up pictures on white post-its and storing them underneath the lumpy mattress they slept on at night. Eventually, Valentine's Day had came and he put his plan into action. He had so many ideas for today but he couldn't possibly do them all. He would just have to let Flotsam make the choice without ruining the surprise. There were six illustrations and below each picture was a punny little bit of Jetsam humor. Depending on which post-it Flotsam picked would be their valentine date this year. He asked Flo to think on it before getting back to him on it.

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((Jetsam will wake up to a voodoo doll on his chest this morning with these bottlecaps glued on it. Two would be glued on it’s ass like buttcheeks. (the kiss my ass and xoxoxoxo one) The Bite me one would be glued it’s neck and little to the right. The Spank me one would be glued between the doll’s legs where his balls should be. Their would be Flo’s hair on the sock-doll’s head. Then there would be a note tied to it’s arm that said, “I’m yours” and that was it. It was a voodoo doll of himself and suggestions of exactly what he wanted from Jet through Flo’s customary bottlecap art.))

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Weeds, dead flowers, plants no one ever wanted to purchase — they all had to be thrown away and Sebastian was assigned to do just that. He frowned at the smell of the big dumpsters that were behind the shop; the one all the surrounding shops all used, and sighed almost contently as he threw the last brown pot away. Turning on his heels he stopped in his tracks, surprised to see someone else nearby when he believed himself to be alone. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear the revolting smell might have not been coming from the dumpsters at all. Eyeing the man up and down, Sebastian didn’t bother to start a conversation and simply walked around him whilst taking out his cigarette box and lighting one up, looking over his shoulder just once.

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The alleyways were like a second home to him. Any long stretch of grime covered walls and asphalt felt familiar to him. He scuffed his boot against the roughed up ground, hearing the lovely sound of scratchy gravel catching on his worn down soles. His slender fingers dipped into the pockets of his leather jacket only to find that his pack of smokes was barren. He recalled smoking the last one earlier that day. He cursed in a sharp outburst before chucking the pack at the side of the alley wall. Looked like he was going to have to snag some from an unsuspecting individual, and just as he was about to go mix and mingle in the streets for his latest victim he caught scent of that beautiful wispy smoke his lungs craved. "Hm," he hummed as his eyes fixed on Sebastian and the cigarette he held between his fingers. When the other glanced back at him Jetsam couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. "Hello there," he spoke in his sultry deep voice. "Mind if I bum a smoke off ya, man?" One way or another he would take what he needed if it was available but he figured he would ask first.

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He shook his head as the boy started on about how he grew up like it was some shame that they’d grown up differently. Like one way was better than the other. Like he has anything that Asher didn’t have. And Asher had to think that probably he had some diseases that Asher definitely didn’t have but that was neither here nor there at the time. In fact the whole thing made him laugh. Why was he nervous about this fool? Clearly the lights were not all on upstairs so why be nervous. So he laughed, laughed about everything to do with this boy. Laughed about walking away. Then, because he could and he felt like it, he scooped up a rock, about the size of a baseball, and hurled it at the other. Now he wasn’t the nicest of people but he certainly wasn’t one to throw a rock at a person who wasn’t at least looking at him. So he purposefully made sure the rock hit a dumpster near the boy’s head. In his mind this was a testing point for the other. He was testing to see how much spunk he had and how far he could push him. He was testing to see how much control he had over either of them. “Have fun with your pathetic little life,” he called a sly smirk on his face. “God knows it’s not worth much now is it?” His voice is distinctly different from the conversation just moments ago. He stands a little different too. He’s standing just a little bit taller like he remembered posture or something. His voice is slightly deeper and a hell of a lot more southern by comparison to his natural Brooklyn sounding tone.

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Bang! The unexpected clash of rock and metal made the twenty year old nearly leap out of his skin. Now, Jet wasn't naturally a skittish boy but sudden surprises like that made him half miniature heart attacks. He growled harshly and spun around with haste, not wanting to get pelted with a rock right in the back of the skull in case the kid wasn't done with his attack yet. It seemed the rock was his only ammo though. How dare this little shit try to hit him for nothing but Jet's unfiltered mouth. He hadn't even laid a hair on the boy's head... yet. So the boy preferred to heckle him from afar? Yeah, he sure as hell had a lot of confidence now in his stance and that fake accent he was trying to give off now that he was a good distance away. He figured it was the kid putting on a show but little did he know that Asher wasn't exactly all there in the head. He bent down and scooped up the rock that had been hurled at him and tossed it up in the air a few times just to size the weapon up. It wasn't exactly his weapon of choice but he knew how to use it. He had excellent aim when it came to chucking rocks at people. His brother and him used to climb fire escapes in down town New Orleans and threw them at unsuspecting victims below and Jet nearly had a perfect score of 20/20 hits in their sick game. "At least I don't fuckin' throw shit at people when their backs are turned to me, you cowardly little fucker." A bold faced lie, but Asher couldn't have known that. "Next time you try to play with somebody bigger than you make sure you can hit your target. Now, I suggest you start running." He preferred to chase his prey down. His hand was tightened around the rock in his grasp, ready to hurl it hard at the boy but he figured he'd give him a decent chance at survive.

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Jetsam decided today was the day. Despite having been lingering just outside of View Point for a few days the New Orleans rat never quite breached the boarders in the light of day. He figured now was the time to see what sort of folks inhabited this sleepy town and what kind of victims would soon suffer due to his wicked chaos. His heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one nearly golden, began to scan the area. His dirt crusted fingers reached up to relieve an itch he had. Damn lice. 

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Truthfully Asher had never really been challenged before. Not like this. Not with the guy calling him out and making a basic mockery of his emotions like this. This was strange for Asher and he didn’t like it. At all. “That’s fucking sick.” Maybe there were people in the world more troubled than he was. He’d happily tell his dad he wasn’t the worst thing in the world. He was just talking to it. Was this thing even real? Maybe he was hallucinating because surly no one was this twisted. Right? He shook his head, “you’re fucking twisted,” he told the other quickly. It seemed his anger was being replaced by a new emotion that Asher had to admit he rarely felt: nerves. He was nervous. Nervous about what this stranger was saying and nervous about how calm he seemed about it. He wondered if this was how Alex felt before Asher had hospitalized him in a fight. Probably. “If I can smell you from over here imagine how much I don’t want you to come any closer you sick fuck. Grow a pair and learn a thing about soap and water. I hear it’s very beneficial for you.” He rolled his eyes and turned to leave again not in the mood to feel such mixed emotions towards the newcomer. No, right now he just wanted to be alone. Anywhere but here. Anywhere away from the sewer rat he was currently talking with.

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As much as he spent time in the dark, Asher really wasn’t a fan of it. He supposed this was because most of the time when he had an episode it was like he was in the dark and he never knew what was happening. He didn’t like being that out of control of his body and on some level he came to associate the darkness with being out of control. So when the newcomer came out of the dark all Asher could think was that he was some sort of…crazy. And that was saying something considering Asher himself could be labeled the same. Either way. He looked back hearing the other talk and scoffed, “fuck you, dumbass. Get a fucking life.” He shook his head as he started away until he heard the patting on his leg. “Do I look like a fucking dog you stupid idiot?” He rounded on him fists balled against his sides, “do us all a favor and fuck yourself back to whatever the hell dumpster you came from.” He clenched his jaw as he tried to get hismelf back under control but it seemed this creature, because that’s the only way Asher could describe the other, only angered him more and he wasn’t even sure why. “Just fuck off, okay, I’m not in the mood for your shit. Go take a fucking bath, I can smell you over here.”

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It only encouraged Jetsam to continue his harassment towards the feisty little blonde boy when he turned to face him with a look of outrage. It was fun to toy around with those who couldn't control their emotions. "Mm, now that would be fun. Perhaps later I will go fall backwards into a heaping pile of filth and shove my cock up my own ass. Maybe ask Flo to watch. He always loves when I do that," he man hinted at it not being his first time. After all, he had a habit of exploring the unknown and self-fucking was one of those things too bizarre for Jetsam to pass up. "I think it'd be even more amusing to help you learn the joy of it though. Better yet, perhaps we'll just tear that tiny tic-tac you call a dick and shove it up your ass. We wouldn't want it slipping out though. Hm, we'll have to stitch you shut to ensure that doesn't happen." He began to tap his chin, as if actually trying to think of a way to do this. What tools to use. Where he could get them. "Hey now," he pouted over dramatically, hand placed over his 'wounded' heart. "No need to get fuckin' rude over there, you little fucktard." He stepped closer, and closer. Creeping over at a subtle pace. He wasn't aware of just how explosive Asher's anger might be. "If you think I smell foul from over there just wait," he licked over his lips at all that pale soft skin the boy seemed to have. He knew other's didn't accept him. Hell, even his own mother didn't accept him, but Flotsam did. Flotsam was the only one and perhaps that's why he adored him so fucking much. Now that he had the boy's attention he didn't feel any need to get closer. If anything Ash would come crawling to him. The man took out a pack of smokes he always had handy and lit himself one. The simple act of smoking would only prove just how unconcerned Jetsam was with the other's anger.

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He stormed through the town mind set on some sort of destruction. It was late, way past a good time to be out, and honestly he should probably just go home and sleep. But he wasn’t thinking straight. He wasn’t thinking at all. Not really. Really he was just angry and home was the last place he wanted to be because that’s where it stemmed from. A stupid fight with his dad and now he was on edge fighting for control of his own body and his own mind. A fight he almost always lost. His head whipped around though hearing something, or someone, moving in the dark just as he was. “Who’s there and what the fuck do you want?” he asked sharply eyes narrowed as if that would help him see better. It didn’t and in the dark of a street lamp less area he couldn’t see his hand right in front of him let alone someone else coming to pay a visit. “Fuck off,” he spat as he turned to continue walking.

[flos-jet]

There were times when Jetsam realized just how far from home he truly was. The thought of the great New Orleans being so distant and intangible was hauntingly subtle and yet all to torturous at times. He missed the food he would scrape out of dumpsters behind Cajun restaurants and the ease of knowing where the best spots to hunt were. Jet had never relocated before so this experience was unfamiliar and while it was exciting it was difficult. Damn difficult. The swamp rat of a man slipped into the town in the dead of night like a eel. He took pride in his slippery slimy ways. He was covered in filth, as he should be. This might have been a new record for the raven haired heathen who wanted nothing more than to avoid baths at any cost. He felt it washed away his hard earned grime and the fond memories that came with it all. He was half way buried in a bin when he heard a scuttle of feet moving along just outside of his little nook and due to his never ending curiosity he pulled out and began to follow the sound with caution. He had hardly peeked around the corner when he noticed the vague silhouette of a boy or girl standing in a blanket of darkness. Jetsam did well in the dark though. After all he grew up in the swamps and in his hideaway there wasn't electricity. Candle light was more gentle on the eyes anyway. The way the other barked at him was amusing though. His dual colored eyes began to squint due to the mischievous grin growing on his lush lips. "Well, aren't you a spunky little spit-fuck," the tall filthy man began to slid out of the cranny he had been scavenging in and followed the boy like a predator stalking it's prey. "For looking so innocent you sure do have a foul mouth on you. I like that. Makes it more fun to fuck it," he spat with a deep bellowing chuckle rolling in his chest. Him and his brother hadn't had a proper toy since they began their travels and a play-date was well overdue. Oh, wouldn't his brother love if he came home with some live dinner? "Now why don't you stop running away and come here, morsel. Don't be such a cowardly little mutt. Don't bark and turn talk and run. Come," He crouched down a bit and began to pat his leg as if calling a canine.

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the horror of our love // ludo

but i will grind against your bones until our marrows mix i will eat you slowly

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Flagpole Sitta - Harvey Danger

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I like to think I look damn good in this picture. Don't you? Of course you do. ;)

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Yeah I do. You need reminders. But, it’s cute that you need to tell me I don’t. 

Everything. Keep that word in your vocab babe. Keep remembering it whenever shit goes down. 

[flos-jet]

Reminders are nice... they mean a whole lot more to me than I think you realize.

Yeah, I will. Doesn't mean I wont smack the shit out of you if you frustrate me or that I wont use that hidey-hole of yours but I'll always resurface and I'll always mend the bones I break.

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Fuckin’ love you

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I know that. You don't need to say it but I love the way you say it anyway. I love you and whatever resides in you. Everything. 

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I don't think I've ever felt more connected to lyrics... it basically says it all.