jac of all trades.

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[jaczel]

asgardianbeautyqueen:

“Why are you entering my domain without permission? I am quite busy.” Freya said as she stood up, looking at the other person present in the mirror’s reflection.

“Don’t see your name anywhere on this ‘ere “domain”, darlin’. D’ya know what that means? Well! Even if ‘ya do, I’m gonna enlighten ‘ya anyway: it means I can enter and leave wherever I damn well please.”

[jaczel]

The sound of manic laughter ( that was almost identical to her father’s ), six inch heels clicking against the tile flooring, and fists banging against every locker she skipped past echoed through the Vindex halls, one tiny blond being the cause of what was actually quite a ruckus. For nearly two months, Jac Quinzel had been forced to inhabit a cell at Arkham Asylum after her “little accident” as she so eloquently put it, only to spend the entirety of her time locked away with her father. Ironically, she was released for “good behavior”, and thus, allowed to roam the halls of Vindex once again, picking up where she was contrived to leave off. And what better way to celebrate than to make a party of her own while everyone else was hard at work in class?

The spitting image of her mother continued skipping through the hall, opting to trade in her fists for the left and right sides of her body as she threw herself against the lockers on both sides of her, laughing while she did it, knowing good and well she had to have been causing some sort of disruption for her peers. Caught up in her own little world of mischief, she hadn’t noticed somebody had excused themselves from one of the classrooms and was watching the odd one woman game she was partaking in.

[jaczel]

luckypennytwo:

“Will someone please explain what the bloody hell a hush puppie is?”

“You really don’t know?”

[jaczel]

LISTEN i am SO happy to be back, i literally missed this group and my friends so much. :/ 

but because i was gone for a bit, the threads/replies i had are now old, so instead of trying to reply to all of them, i was going to post a starter, but i’d also like to establish/reestablish plots/connections SO if you’re interested, like this and i’ll either flood your inbox with luv or hit you up on chat! :~)

[jaczel]

liam.

At the initial scatter of–were they weaponry? Toys? Both was a viable option–Liam stopped in the middle of the hall to avoid stepping on her minefield of unpredictable and possibly maiming personal effects. “Very graceful.“ And he cocked his head to the side, dipped his chin, and caught sight of a card trapped under his sneakers.

He stepped back, bent his upper body to pluck it off the ground only to cut himself on the edges of the card. Eyeing it a moment Liam held it out. “Bled on it. Sorry.”

Blue orbs glistened a bit as Jac held her gaze with the other, completely intrigued by who was in her presence. Liam Luthor, possibly the only student ( excluding Alex ) who was as demented as she was. To say she was a fan of his work, his reputation ( and above all, his looks ) was putting it simply. The blonde accepted the card, a devious smile on her face before running her tongue over the spot the scarlet fluid had stained, icy hues still lingering on his. 

“All clean now.”

[jaczel]

malthedark:

“Uh, they could send you to Arkham. Come on, give me a break, I just got here. So how’ve you been holding up?”

“Sending me to Arkham to see Mommy and all of Daddy’s friends is the worst thing they could do? Sounds like a dream to me! I’ve not seen my mother in months! You ought to start payin’ attention, Mal. I’ve been bored. There’s no fun to have here. Everyone’s like a robot, I want antics! Madness! Ruckus! But alas, *this* is what I get. How’ve you been, my dear sister?”

[margotrobbiedaily]

[madenessxmayhem-deactivated2016]

[jaczel]

madenessxmayhem:

The Quinzels.

Mother’s side of the family.

@emmalinequinzel / @madenessxmayhem / @nctpsychc / @trixxquinzel

[jaczel]

( @krys-crock )

Jaclyn beamed to herself as icy hues scanned over the incredible booby trap she'd executed just moments beforehand. The mischievous blonde planted seemingly harmless objects all around the fifth floor hallway — except these "harmless" objects would explode the second they were touched. After spending hours of positioning and situating every object possible ( even down to the doorknobs ), an unsuspecting bystander would fall victim to her cruel prank, and laughter would certainly ensure for the troublemaking third year. Not much would happen, however, considering the "objects" were just stink bombs, and though the stench was comparable to that of a skunk's spray, it was nothing a dip in a bathtub filled with tomato sauce wouldn't fix.

Joker's eldest spawn scurried into the darkest corner she could find when she heard a door click, a clear signal that her first butt of the hilarious joke to come was approaching, peering her head past the wall just far enough to witness the escapade unfold.

[jaczel]

adopted-allen:

Dallas watched the scene unfold in front of her and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the girl’s clumsiness. She walked over and picked up a knife she had missed to pack up and handed it to her. “No worries. It happens to me too. You have no idea how many times I lost my swords somewhere. I really need to glue those things on me or something.” She said with a chuckle.

“Don’t!—” Jaclyn blurted, snatching the knife out of the other’s hand, clinging to it as if it were a child Dallas had picked up instead of a weapon. “— Touch that. Daddy gifted it to me when I was twelve. It’s a family heirloom.” After tucking the blade back into the rucksack with the others, the disgruntled expression that had previously shown itself upon her face was replaced with a captivated one, Jaclyn’s icy blue eyes lighting up with curiosity. “Swords? You have swords? Oh, may I see one? Ooh! May I play with one?”

[jaczel]

i’ve got to run and pick up my little cousins but i’ll be back in about 45 minutes bebs! :’)

[jaczel]

lux.

“Are you some kind of fucking psycho? Seriously what is wrong with you?!” Lux raised an eyebrow at her, reigning in the urge to punch her out right there and then. “Gonna have to disinfect my entire fuckin’ blood stream now. Sweets.” She snapped at her before yanking a few alcohol wipes from her cabinet and doing her best to clean up the wounds, barely wincing. “You’re lucky I don’t throw ya out the window for that stunt.”

“Why yes, yes I am, and damn proud! Psycho runs in my family, haven’t ‘ya heard? My therapist says I’ve got multiple personalities; too bad I inherited said disorder from her!” A loud chortle jumped off of Jaclyn’s lips, completely amused by both Lux’s anger and her own joke about her mother. “You’ll be lucky if a little bit ‘o me has slipped into your bloodstream, pumpkin. It’d loosen ‘ya up.” Completely engrossed, the curvy blonde watched the blood disappear from her friend’s wound as she cleansed it, an eerie smile sprawled across her face. “Would you do me the honours? How high are we, ‘bout seven stories? Oh, Luxy, that sounds like pure, unadulterated bliss! There’s no way I’d leave that scene unscathed!”

[jaczel]

mal.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. I never thought I’d see your face around here.” She grinned at her. “You know, the teachers don’t generally approve of that many weapons.”

“Oi, 'ya silly goose, I’ve only attended this laughingstock of a school for three years now. The hell do ‘ya mean ‘ya never thought you’d see me here?” Jac giggled before returning a grin to her sister. “Duh. That’s why they’re hidden. Although, I ain’t scared of ‘em finding out I carry this much on me. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

[jaczel]

calvin.

Calvin smirked to himself for a moment as she waked over to him. Bold. Admittedly, he liked bold. He leaned back in his chair as the book lowered and closed itself.

“Now, by that, are you sure you don’t mean to you?”

With a raise of her seamlessly groomed eyebrow, Jaclyn found herself ambling towards the other side of the professor’s mahogany desk. She stood in front of the other, the material of her black bodycon dress doing an awful job at concealing the curves her mother gave her. After holding his gaze for what felt like an eternity — but had actually been less than a minute — the student made a seat out of her educator’s lap, crossing her legs ( because contrary to popular belief she was a lady ) the moment she got comfortable. “Well, professor, that list is a bit lengthier than just a thousand,” the blonde breathed, playfully twirling Calvin’s tie in between her fingers. “Now, what are you able to actually assist me with on said list?”

[jaczel]

margo.

A Quinzel, interesting. She’s never met a Quinzel before and she’s always wanted to. She’s always been impressed by how much they know about weapons and gadgets. Margo had to control her excitement when she knew she was a Quinzel, hell, she was about to ask for the blonde’s freaking autograph. 

“It’s actually just Margo” she mumbled. “but um..It’s so great to meet you Jac Quinzel”

In what seemed like a  millisecond, Jaclyn’s demeanor shifted when the other student corrected her. Yet another trait she’d inherited from both her mother and father — unpredictability. It wasn’t abnormal for the Joker’s eldest daughter to experience mood swings mid sentence; sometimes switching from what appeared to be sheer happiness to raw fury.

Jaclyn tilted her head and briefly scrutinized the brunette before shooting her a smirk. “Are you implying you’re not fond of my nickname for you, Margeaux?”

[hermiunes]

[jaczel]

margo.

Margo had just exited her previous class and was about to go to her second class for the day when she heard loud clatter in the hallway. She saw all the girl’s weaponry clash with the floor. She looked at all she carried with her mouth slightly open, quite shocked with what she saw. She definitely did not expect Vindex students to carry so much weapons. There was so much, she couldn’t take her eyes away from it. There were knives, smoke bombs, guns. She had to admit they were pretty neat. 

Margo walked over to the blonde, she was going to help her but the blonde had already got it sorted. She let out a small nervous chuckle, “Um..I’m Margo”

One of the many traits Jaclyn inherited from her father was the gift of observance, and thus, she hadn’t missed a beat in regards to the other, albeit it didn’t take a genius to realise that the brunette was either intrigued or frightened going off of the gaping expression sprawled across her face.

Just as the third year was ready to be on her way, Margo caught up with her. “Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Margaux.” Jaclyn put a bit more emphasis than necessary on the ending of Margo’s title. “I’m Jac. Jac Quinzel.”