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adaliaflores :

Ah, Jackson. Of course he would show up the one time she didn’t feel the pull towards him, but now that he was here, she didn’t want to focus on anything else. It was busy and loud inside, but when it was just the two of them-for the most part- nothing else was on her mind. It was a sickness, but there was no cure unless she moved away without telling anyone. But of course, given how dangerous her world was, she couldn’t disappear into the night like she arrived, much to her dismay. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as he took the cigarette, knowing he must’ve came back from a kill, or worse. She recognized that look even if she pretended so often she didn’t. It was better to not think about what he did for her conscious. “Nope, it’s busy and hot in there. I needed some air.” She took another drag and tilted her head down to blow out the smoke before remeeting his gaze.

“I’m assuming your night was eventful.” She could smell the smoke tinged bleach scent which only made the corner of her lip curl up, as if she were amused rather than concerned for him. She didn’t doubt his abilities, no, but what if someone was just better? What was she supposed to do then? How incredibly selfish, but she didn’t care. She was allowed to be selfish now after spending so many years sacrificing everything. “Anyone I’d know?”

“Air.” Jackson let the word roll off his tongue, a soft low chuckle following. The irony that she needed air and here she was smoking. He wasn’t one to talk though, nor to judge as he took a deep inhale of the cigarette that was gracing his lips. Her words brought him back to where he had just escaped from, his night had been eventful, long but completed nonetheless. His opponent had put up more of a fight then Jackson had expected, he claimed it was the victim who had resisted, refusing to think of the fact that maybe he was getting soft. He refused to let that be true, the idea forcefully ignored.

He shook his head, though maybe she did know them, or rather knew, after all he didn’t track her life, not actively. Jackson kept tabs on Adalia, he claimed it was simply routine after so many years but he also felt a sense of duty to watch over the younger female. He had dragged her into this life unknowingly and now he did what he could to protect her, to keep her safe. He knew the best way to keep her safe was to get her away from The Ring or at least have her prove her loyalty to his sister, as opposed to him, but he knew it wouldn’t work. He couldn’t leave The Ring and rescue her, that was selfish of him, he had to think about the others. “How many back alley arm dealers do you know?”

#c #c:adalia

dakinijarver :

status: open to all location: Solstice Shooting Range & Gun Shop

Dakini sat behind a long mahogany-colored counter wiping a small toilette back and forth across a small silver .9mm handgun that someone had sold to her shop that morning. She’d shot it about an hour earlier, holding the pistol between her hands, making sure that everything worked properly before cleaning it to resell, and her ears were still ringing from the gunshots, making it hard for her to hear the door bells clash together as someone new entered the shop. Looking up from her work, Dakini smiled as her eyes met another customer’s, and she put the gun to the side and tossed the toilette in the trash before wiping her hands on her pants and standing up to greet them.

“How can I be of service?” She asked, placing her hands on top of the counter and leaning her weight on them a bit.

Jackson didn’t frequent Solstice Shooting Rang & Gun Shop very often, preferring to do his work with Dakini in the cover of night and in a much more private location. He had been walking down the Parisian streets and had found himself in front of the store. He could still remember when he would come here with his father to purchase guns when it used to be a gelato shop with the best lemon gelato he had ever tasted, and he had tasted a lot of gelato.

He pushed inside the door with the pretense to see if there was anything new he would like to get his hands on though he was stepping in to see how Dakini was doing, not that he would admit to such a thing. A small smile tugged on his lips as he saw her meticulous work, he could never take that away from the younger girl, her percision and work ethic was one of the reason he had helped her when she needed him. The smile quickly vanished out of habit as she looked up at him, greeting him. He walked towards the counter, his right hip leaning against it, “Got anything new and exciting?”

#c #c:dakini

luciennekane :

Lucienne had never been sure what to make of Jackson. He was her brother in law. That didn’t necessarily mean they had to get along, but family was their business, and their business was family, so it meant something that they shared a last name. But he’d always been a bit too quiet, a bit too cold for her to - for lack of a better phrase - truly warm up to.

“Jackson,” Lucienne answered plainly, her voice refusing to rise to the threatening chill his always seemed to maintain. His work was the sort that demanded it, she supposed, and it wasn’t as if Remy was all light in the darkness either. Sometimes she asked herself what sort of family she’d married into. “No need to look so upset, darling. No need to clean up on my account. I’m just looking for my wife. I thought she might be down here.” Lucienne took a less than pleased look at the bloodied tools. She wasn’t fond of that side of the job, but it was all out of necessity.

Lucienne Kane, if it wasn’t for the fact that they shared the same last name, Jackson wasn’t sure he would ever interact with the women, outside of work at least. Everything seemed to revolve around work in the Kane family. For Jackson it was easier this way, work he was good at, proficient and the best, having relationships he was the worst.

Jackson ignored the jibe about looking upset, if there was anything he had mastered outside of work was his facial expressions, and he certainly wasn’t upset, quickly lacking patience would have been better. His eyes closed and he opened them slowly, a look of annoyance passing across his face as he furrowed his brows. “She isn’t here.” Jackson answered his tone not changing from earlier. Why would his sister be here, she didn’t get her hands dirty, not like Jackson did -- some days he wondered if he would ever get all the blood off his fingers, he doubted it. The amount of bloodshed he had caused didn’t just wash away with water. “Maybe she is working.”

#c #c:lucienne #lets get these two trouble makers rolling!

adaliaflores :

status: open to all location: It’s ladies night at the club it’s lit

The bass pumping hard enough to give her palpitations (or was that the drugs?), but Adalia knew she was in the right place at the right time as she made another profit. She had her usual seductive curl to her lips as she got off from the stranger’s lap, two more baggies short. There supposed rules about dealing in the club, but they were never enforced and Adalia knew her reputation here was where she thrived; the models from the shows she’d frequent would come here and even more higher profile people so she at least could be somewhat classy here, even if she was far from that.

It was when she clearly needed a break from the bright lights and sin that she stepped out, cigarette in between her fingers as she took a slow drag. With her back against the wall, Adalia tilted her head back and blew out the smoke, a sigh leaving her lips as well before hearing footsteps approach nearby, looking over to see who was coming. Raising an eyebrow, she raised the cigarette, tilting her head as she did. “Want one?”

Jackson did his best to avoid the Parisian nightclubs, except for the ones owned by The Ring. He hated how the paparazzi’s shrouded the entrances like savages, hoping to get any shot of models and over privileged socialites that where typically in attendance. Unfortunately as he left his last job and walked through the darkened streets he couldn’t help but cross paths with one of the most popular night clubs in the area, he turned a corner, hoping to round the corner and escape the majority of the nonsense that was found at the front.

It was like he could sense her before he even noticed her, his eyes immediately landing on her slender figure that was dressed exquisitely, the smoke of a cigarette surrounding her. Adalia, he should have known he would find her here, and even though he wasn’t looking for a conversation and would have preferred to head straight home and go on a walk his Shelby, his dog, he found his gait slowing as he neared her. Her offer was a welcome one as he nodded his head, his fingers that had just previously been drenched in blood reaching out for a cigarette that he brought to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. “Quiet night?”

#c #c:adalia #im sorry i couldn't help it

adaliaflores :

As a depressed teenager, Adalia grew a fascination with death. She had no idea what that would do to her now, especially after everything the both of them had been through together. Yes, death and Death worked hand in hand in her life and whether she liked it or not, she’d always be surrounded by them. The first time she witnessed a murder was in Death’s presence, the first time she fired a gun was because of him, and the first time she killed a man for getting too handsy she of course, called Death. The worst part of this all was to her, was his life entwined with hers but she was struggling to realize if she mattered half of the time. Blame it on their tumultuous relationship, she supposed. Death wasn’t someone you fall for, but something you obsess over and that is what happened here now wasn’t it?

She had a feeling he’d be down in the cellar when she couldn’t find him at dinner. Being greeted coldly was just apart of what she expected so she shrugged, tonguing the inside of her cheek. “You weren’t at dinner. Came to look for you.” She kept herself void of feeling but Adalia was never good at that. For someone so destructive, she should’ve learned better than to show her emotions with a flick of her eyes.

The Devil, or so she had been nicknamed by The Arcane Ring. He could see why her name had been chose as such, “The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He She comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.” That was the saying after all. He would never admit it, but he liked calling her by her true name, Adalia, so seductive and sweet as it rolled from his tongue, a name he had become quite familiar with over the past few years.

"Dinner, right.” He had forgotten or so he would later claim if he was asked by anyone. The truth was he didn’t want to go, he hated wasting his time at the monthly parties his sister would throw. In truth he doubted anyone would notice he wasn’t in attendance, sticking mostly in the shadows and in silence when around The Emperor and The Fool. He shifted his gaze from the women to the leather tool bag he had previously been sorting through -- his tools. “Well you found me.” His gaze was softer this time as he looked at her, “Did I miss anything important?”

#c #c:adalia #yes to these two!

The room smelled musky, with a tinge of copper, sweat and dirt. The floor was concrete, chipped in certain areas and stained with a dark fluid in others -- old blood that the bleach couldn’t wash out. Jackson was finishing up putting away his tools, when he felt the short hairs at the base of his skull stand up, he heard the creak in the stairs floorboards a moment afterwards. He didn’t like when anyone came down to the cellar that he considered his workplace, even if it was one of his four work places in Paris, this was were it had all started and it held a soft but dark place in his heart.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice was cold as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes leveling at his unwanted companion. It was rare that anyone came in here, maybe they had gotten lost, The Ring’s headquarters were quite large and labyrinthine if you weren’t as familiar with them as he was.

#monsterstarter #this is jackson #he doesn't talk much #come love him so i can love you!

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Name: Jackson Kane Age: 32 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Underboss Affiliation: Death Faceclaim: Taylor Kitsch Status: Closed

The Story

They call you Death, the dark soldier on a white horse. When your mind is set, no one has the power to stop you, those not with you will be forced to surrender. You have experienced your share of loss at the hand of the Emperor and have reveled in the dark power of survival. You have outgrown your childish thoughts of gambling and vindication, and have experienced a revelation. You are ready for change, to forsake old habits and to spearhead a revolution. You are ready for the rebirth of the new dawn of the Arcane Ring.

Connections:

The Emperor - They taught you everything you know and you couldn’t be more grateful. But, times have changed and you are no longer clouded by your loyalty to them. You have distanced yourself from them to create your own empire, knowing that soon their own will crumble and you will rise from the rubble.

The Fool - You have always considered The Fool one of those closest to you, someone you could trust with your life, an honor few have. It pains you to have to keep secrets from them and the idea they might choose The Emperor.

Judgement - You’ve shared a distaste for the Judgment since they represented you in a trial and tried to best you. What they didn’t know was that you could not be best, not by them. They weren’t prepared for the battle you would rage, and though they are now working for The Ring, you have not forgiven them.

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