Male Driven, Fact Based, Logic

((A RP blog for Jackson Rippner from Red Eye. Wes Craven owns him. ))

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Still wrapping up this job.

It’s taking longer than expected. Apparently there were more factors than we originally anticipated.

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What’s the job Jackson?

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"Nothing, nothing..."

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Still wrapping up this job.

It's taking longer than expected. Apparently there were more factors than we originally anticipated.

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[cillian-rises]

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"Why not?" She asked curiously, looking up at him.

"... They live very far away."

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She grinned. "Hopefully not. I'm the smallest in my family." She pushed her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. "Do you have any family?"

"I used to, when I was as small as you were. I don't see them anymore."

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Fisher is right

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There was a long moment of calm where Jackson simply stared at the man. Then he brought his skull violently to Roberts, bashing their heads together. “Don’t try to intimidate people you don’t understand boy.”

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[/Red and pain. That is the easiest thing he could describe it as, as he let go of Jackson’s shirt and stumbled back, holding onto his nose, funny enough that wasn’t the thing that hurt the worst nor was it his pride. Robert never had much of a pride anyway; he looked at Jackson and his eyes became a darker blue, his jaw clenched before he shouted angrily and tackled Jackson to the ground gripping at his shirt once again and attempting to bring Jackson up enough to slam him back against the ground]

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Jackson was used to fighting, and he had fought people who were much bigger, and much more experienced than Robert was. Granted, Jackson didn't really fight much anymore, so he was a little rusty, but it was like riding a bicycle. One never forgets how the beat the shit out of any opponent.

He went for Fisher's neck, wrapping his hands around it and applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. The second he got proper footing, he flipped them, pinning the other man to the floor.

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"So your a manager. Do you get paid lots?" She looked over his hand and pressed hers against it, pouting slightly. "Definitely tiny."

"Lots and lots, if I do a good job." He smiled at her, chuckling. "Oh I'm sure you won't always be so small."

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She laughed and grabbed his hand, grinning. "Your hands are huge. I'm tiny." She tilted her head again. "What do you do Jackson? For a job?"

Her laugh made Jackson chuckle. He stopped for a moment. "I manage lots of big important jobs."

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She shook her head. "It's okay, I can wait." She flashed another smile and sat down. "You're very pretty Jackson."

He ruffled her hair. "So are you."

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"It's nice to meet you." She frowned softly "Mommy left with a man, I have to wait until she gets back. Daddy went to fight, he hasn't come home.." She rubbed her eyes again, keeping her head ducked down.

"Hmmm." He frowned. "You should get some sleep. I'm sure they'll be back when you wake up."

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"I'm Phoebe Tate. Who're you?" She rubbed her eye, holding back a yawn.

"I'm Jackson." He smiled. "Sleepy? Where are your parents?"

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Fisher is right

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It amazes me how naive you are

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Naive? Naive?! [/Robert wasn’t a violent person normally but he grabbed the front of Jackson’s shirt and yanked him closer, anger written on his features] You have no fucking idea who I am, so don’t you dare fucking assume what I am.

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There was a long moment of calm where Jackson simply stared at the man. Then he brought his skull violently to Roberts, bashing their heads together. "Don't try to intimidate people you don't understand boy."

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Phoebe tilted her head slightly and stared at him. "..You have pretty eyes." She broke into a smile.

The man couldn't help but smile slightly. "Thank you. What's your name?"

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Fisher is right

He does look totally different from Crane and I…

We’re much more attractive

[judge-jonathan-deactivated20121]

yeeeeeeeeeup

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Children. [/He practically hissed, annoyed with the both of them]

[judge-jonathan-deactivated20121]

you’re just jeloouuusssssssss

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Why would I be jealous of two men such as yourselves? You two are practically the same person, selfish, unintelligent, worthless and annoying.

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It amazes me how naive you are

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-The eight year looked up at him- "..Hello Sir."

He stared down, and shifted. Jackson crouched, so he was eye level with her. "...Hello."

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judge-jonathan replied to your post: ooc; one time I tried to write a story with Capa,...

what about Jim??? from 28 days later??!

I've never seen that one because I'm actually a big chicken when it comes to those types of films.