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Jackson 'Jack' Galen King III Thirty three | Shifter Brother. Son. Failure.

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the-darling-miss-davenport:

“It’s just one of many” Delphine replied raising a brow. She noted his tone but moved on for it. She liked it when people were surprised by her. “ And  I like the way you think when it comes to the money thing, but why not have it be a good drink for free when it seems like you need it.”

                    “That obvious at the moment, am I? And here I thought I was wearing my mask well.” he scoffed at himself for the most part while willingly following the Davenport who he didn’t really know but knew a lot about, as did anyone else with half a fucking brain. “Alright then, take me to the free drinks and we’ll see what we can get ourselves into tonight.”

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dcniellax:

               “I have a feeling that your idea of decent beer and shitty music isn’t the same as me. Although there’s a bar not far from here that has that whole grumpy gills feel to it with busty women as waitresses and old-time rock playing,” she said before letting her smile radiate her lips.

                      “Is that the type of guy I look like?” a rhetorical question for the most part as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the flask he had been keeping on his person for most of the night. “Don’t tell me you’re into that fruity ale and pop songs.”

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jonahrhodes:

“This place isn’t satisfying enough for your highness?” Jonah questioned. He’d be fine with leaving, but he wanted to be rude. 

                    “Ah, was wondering when your smart arsed self was going to say something just for the sake of saying something.”

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risingblaze:

                    Blaze had to hold back a scoff listening to his reply. “Sounds depressing.” He commented before finally leading the way. A normal person would have shown at least a little bit of concern. But then, Blaze had broken a long time ago, enough to shut out any kind of sign that he actually gave a shit about other peoples problems. Everyone had problems, sure, Blaze just didn’t want to be the one to hear them.

                 His pain was his own and not something he talked about, sober or not, it just wasn’t how he was and so with the other’s words, Jackson just shrugged in response because it was neither here nor there; and he just wanted to drink. “You any good at pool?”

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polar-bear-patisserie:

“I haven’t been really out drinking since an incident that happened a few months back.” She chuckled softly though what happened still followed her after everything. “Do you know if any new places opened recently? Maybe we could check them out.”

                “Great time to jump back into things then.” Jack added as they walked and usually, the old Jackson would have asked about this incident that was so flippantly brought up; but he couldn’t bare the burdens of others anymore, even those he cared about. “Uh, seeing as I’ve just gotten back --- nope. Might just have to be an old favorite then.”

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the-arthur-vale:

“So I am frequently told, but the artists I like are called classic for a reason,” Arthur replied with a light chuckle, purposefully not talking about what Arthur was sure was on both their minds. “I wasn’t,” He joked. Despite his jovial manner there was clearly something missing from his usual cheerful self. “Come on, it’s just around the corner.”  

                   “That’s what you say.” Jackson jested without the tone sounding all that whimsical as it should have, but he was trying his best. It was difficult in this moment to not let the flood gates open, to not ask about Devon and how they were all doing --- they had always been connected but now they were connected in a whole new way that felt like a huge hole was ripping through each of them he was sure. “Great. --- Saw Addison yesterday; she wasn’t all too pleased to see me.”

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addisonxvale:

Addison had been awake for about two hours now. And she was still processing her parents’ words; the new reality they’d ushered into her life within a matter of seconds. She’d just sat there, staring as they explained what had happened. What they’d had to do. Replaced the bones. And as much as she could see it broke their hearts to have to tell her, to have to see her go through this, it devastated Addison in a way she couldn’t explain. It felt like instead of cutting of her leg, they’d cut off an entire part of herself. And she didn’t have a say. The ache of the blow settled in her chest, ballooning to point of feeling too big for her rib cage and somehow crushing it at the same time in a way only Devon’s death had before. It hurt to the point of numbing her all over, even more than she already was. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t feel her legs, Kels would fix that, but the rest? She was stuck. And Addison couldn’t take that. Not now. Trapped in a hospital with nowhere to go and her parents’ words on loop. Replaced the bones. Replaced the bones. Replaced. The. Bones. 

But maybe her lack of mobility was for the best because the moment she heard his voice, the Vale froze. It was almost immediate, the shift from a stunned silence to a quiet anger few every truly saw. One he’d never been on the receiving end of until now. Addison might’ve still been groggy from the anesthesia but not groggy enough to ignore this– her breathing slowing picking up as her heart rate did, chest rising and falling as she balled her hands into fists, finger monitor be damned. His quip fell flat and silence was the only thing between them for a solid minute as sharp eyes contained an ire that couldn’t be expressed. It took her a moment to speak, voice rasping, actually shaking from anger. “Get the hell away from me.” Even though he was standing by the door, it was still too close for the Vale who’d have flown across the room in a fury were she able to and not stuck in a hospital bed. 

                   What had already felt like one of the longest nights was turning into even more of a struggle the second her tired eyes laid themselves upon his even warier face. This was always going to happen between the pair of them and he knew that before, well, she couldn’t possibly understand why he had up and left without a word or without words over the following months -- hell, Snapchat streaks were a common theme with the two of them and yet he had gone completely radio silence since that night (or well before it if he were being honest with himself) and everything Jackson used to enjoy and participate in was quickly deleted and left behind; much like those he chose to leave. “I’m not technically in the room.” the shifter replied quickly with a slight shake of his head at her response to his being there because really, with everything else that was going on --- was this really the time? For Addison Vale, yes, yes it was. “

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lccxnda:

It felt strange, the cemetery was almost crowded in contrast to how eerie and silent it usually might have been, a testament to those lost in what she could only describe as an attack on the city, because questioning it any further left her head spinning with the uncertainty of what she didn’t know, which by the sounds of things, was a lot. The palms of her hands began to sweat the longer she stood feet away from Devon’s grave, side by side with Matt’s. She didn’t understand the premise of how any of it had happened. How her best friend, as well as her fiance had..— No they hadn’t, that’s what Teddy said. They hadn’t done this to themselves, Cinda and everyone else hadn’t missed the signs, and yet she still couldn’t swallow the thought that someone else had ripped them; both of them, and Dylan from their lives. Nothing was meant to be this complicated, it wasn’t her life and it wasn’t at all how she’d ever imagined anything working, but there she stood; over two of the most important people in her lives buried six feet below, wrapped below the light fabric of her clothing so thick with bandaging it was almost stifling, Cinda was expected back at the hospital soon, only given the afternoon after one of the nurses agreed to come with her. Blank stares only turned to something more when she heard nearing footsteps and recognition flared in eyes that previously held nothing but a hollow confliction of grief, “— Jack.” It hit her like a wave of relief, but it felt like anything but, Cinda wasting no time in ignoring her body protest against too much movement that blossomed in pain as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, heat becoming a deep discomfort she refused to care about. “I thought..– When… I missed you.” 

@jackscnking​ 

                       Before that fateful night where Jackson King had melted away into the night without so much as a word to anyone, there had been just one place he had stopped and it just so happened to be the first place he went when he had finally returned; the grave of his brother. Now, he hadn’t exactly expected to find anything all too different with the grave since the last time his eyes laid upon it and since hearing of Devon’s death, he had wondered if they would be reunited in the only way they could be --- but it still was a little shocking to see them side by side, just as they were in life ---- though not quite as shocking as the woman he happened upon who while looking exactly the same as the last time he saw her had seemed to --- Lucinda looked as though the world had crumbled around her and her eyes told the story of not knowing how exactly she was still standing; and of course they obvious bandages that were difficult to miss. The hug was a strange creature, one he hadn’t allowed himself to feel since Matt’s death, to really feel along with many other emotions that would be locked away for a long time to come, but what was more concerning to the doctor was the state she seemed to be in and why the hell she wasn’t in the hospital where she belonged. “Cinner.” he replied weakly with the nickname he had granted her many years before as strong arms carefully placed themselves around her tiny frame in a manner that would ensure he wouldn’t cause her any more harm and only for a few moments before he pulled back and began to examine what was before him as the million questions began to pile up. “I know ---- I just, you know?” incoherent words that she’d understand but right now, there wasn’t any time for that. “What happened to you?” he found himself asking while his gaze flickered to the two gravestones behind them, each meaning something completely different to both Jack and Cinda but both causing considerable damage with their loss. 

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the-arthur-vale:

“I can guarantee the good beer, but most the places I know have shitty music,” Arthur responded with a slight shrug. “But then I don’t listen to almost anything that’s considered modern so that might be why I don’t like it.” 

           “Its because you have shitty taste in music, Art, always have.” Jack teased while giving the eldest Vale his best attempt at a warm smile; something that didn’t come all too easy these days. “Eh, the good beer is enough to sell me at this point so don’t worry yourself too much.”

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the-darling-miss-davenport:

“I always know the bet places in town to drink., it’s kind of my thing. Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere you don’t have to pay for drinks” Del replied throwing any sort of rivalries any species have for the added benefit of drinking. She started off in the direction and glanced back at him.

                  “You must be very proud of yourself for having that as your thing.” the shifter found himself saying in what he thought sounded like a mocking tone of sorts, even though the Davenport in front of him was known for these sorts of things. “Money isn’t really an option but I like the way you’re thinking, blondie.”

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risingblaze:

                 “Yeah whatever, this way.” If Blaze had his way he wouldn’t have even gone with anyone. Yet, here he is trying his best to not be the natural asshole that he was. “Why? Got somewhere to be?” That lasted.

                     Jackson would have gladly followed anyone on the night he returned to the city that had driven him from its streets -- company loves misery, or something like that anyway. At the other’s question, a nothing of a shrug was offered before words began to leave his already dry lips. “Haven’t had anywhere to be in a long time, buddy. Tonight is no damn different.”

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julianxrhodes:

          “If you really want to cop an attitude I can always go without you.” The other retorted in light jest. 

                  “But you’re the best wing man a guy can ask for --- one look at that ugly mug of yours and they just know I’m the better option. You can’t take that away from me, man.”

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hxndrcx:

“You’re not going to find any place like that here, the only thing you’re gonna’ find down this way is dive bars you’ll get stabbed in. Six blocks over. I’m off duty in twenty so I’ll just meet you there.” He shrugged, “Think you can handle that all on your own, King?”

                    “Think I’ll have more luck staying out of trouble in those twenty minutes without you.” Jackson retorted at the other as a drunken hoard of women spewed out onto the street from whatever bar didn’t hold their interest any longer. “I’ll just follow this lot until your ass get’s there.”

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john-bordeaux:

“Don’t think you’d like my kind of bar, mate.” Grinning, John skipped down the way and barely managed to pass pedestrians walking along rather than knock right into them. “Not really your kind of place,” based on the smell of his blood anyway, “you should go to Sanctuary rather than the Red Cross.” 

                    Never one to shy away from danger, or perhaps it was just pure stubbornness and not liking when other’s told him what to do (a King family trait they knew all too well) Jackson found himself scoffing at the advice from the other, eyes looking in the direction of the infamous Red Cross that he had in fact frequented more than he card to admit. “If I was looking for a fight, I’d go there but tonight, no, tonight I think the Cross is perfect.”

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cj-rhodes:

CJ shot him a look because he should’ve known he was asking the wrong person but with all the shit going on between half her siblings landing in the hospital, no leads at work or on their mother, she could use another drink. “Ohara’s isn’t shit. That’s two blocks down.” She and the King weren’t exactly friends but they were amicable enough. She remembered his family’s condolences when Oliver died and she knew while his parents were going through the motions as people did, his were actually sincere and for someone who saw through bullshit like a crystal glass, CJ appreciated that.  

                   A familiar face in the sea of forgettable one’s that offered no distraction in the slightest ---- Jack didn’t know which was worse but the former was making that pain in his chest feel all too real again despite it never going away. “Eh, you and I might differ on that.” the shifter replied while offering the eldest Rhodes what he thought was a polite smile; despite it being forced. “But anywhere is better than standing out on the street talking about it.”