__________fight my own insanity.

Jaxon T. Morgan; twenty-nine. mechanic. native. PRAY to your g o d. open your heart. whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark. cover your eyes, the /devil's/ i n s i d e ; one night ofthe HUNTER. one night to r e m e m b e r | one - day - it'll ALL JUST END ; ]

[jaxmorgan]

---- SAVANNAH CHURCH;

“I just don’t get it,” she huffed out, hands coming up in her own theatrics. “What is your deal? Why are you like Mr. Grumpy Cat of the world all the time, why don’t you just smile and laugh or agree on something? Jesus,” her southern accent coming out as sharp as could be, just being frustrated in her efforts to get the man to actually interact, or smile.

Her rant hadn't been anything new to Jaxon Morgan, in fact, he had heard it countless of times, from countless of people. And in the end, it always ended as it would've anyways. With them walking away. Why everyone liked this dance with him was a complete mystery. "What can I say?" He shrugged, "Misery likes my company.”

[jaxmorgan]

---- SIERRA MOORE;

                           Picking up on the glasses, she narrowed her eyes at him and threw it down her throat. “No, you’re not nice—” Unlike her, Jaxon always seemed to be dark, monotonous and angry. She wasn’t nice either, but at least she could smile once in a while. “Yeah, it’s kind of my job.”

Jax narrowed his eyes at the brunette as she spoke, his jaw clenching. Sure, she had a point. After all, it wasn't like he was mister sunshine. He couldn't quite remember the last time he had been, considering he, himself, hadn't seen sunshine in so long. "And this is why." He growled, "Drinking does not involve questions. Stop talking, and drink."

[jaxmorgan]

---- ZIGGY KNOX;

Ziggy drew closer so she didn’t need to shout, her body continuing to move with the music only she could hear. “I am doing utterly fantastic, actually. Far better than okay, how are you?”

Jaxon was lost as far as what the woman before him was doing, sure, he was aware that she had been dancing. But why? Well, why, was a whole other question entirely. "Fine." He replied, before returning to what he was going on about before, "What are you doing?"

[jaxmorgan]

---- CLAUDIA MERWIN;

“What if it was something you liked? Or I just made it work around how you already dress?” Claudia asked, persistent as ever although she was well aware if he said no again she would drop the subject. For some reason or another whenever it came to Jaxon she respected his spaces more than she respected those of others. 

Jaxon glared at the brunette, at first, wordless as he allowed that thought to sink in. Exhaling sharply, he gave a shrug, "We'll see." He mumbled, before then bringing the vehicle to live, and slamming his food against the gas. "What are you hungry for?"

[jaxmorgan]

---- CLAUDIA MERWIN;

“Okay, dad.” Claudia rolled her eyes but probably not in time for him to even see as he was already making his way toward the jeep, she followed a few seconds afterward and climbed into the passenger seat. “Do you think this is the Halloween I’ll be able to convince you to dress up with me?” 

Jaxon hadn’t spoken again, there was nothing else that needed to be said. Of at least that was the case until she spoke again, his head immediately turning towards her. His features as unamused as ever. “Absolutely not.”

[jaxmorgan]

---- SAVANNAH CHURCH;

She shook her head at him, an amused look overcoming her features before she took another sip and looked out at the lake. “You know, I’m starting to think everything in the world irritates you,” huff of laughter a second later before she set her beer down and got up, walking towards the water. Briefly, she turned back to him. “Do you ever just get lost in something? Like, something is so beautiful or breath-taking that you can’t help but stare?”

Jaxon's jaw tighten the moment the blonde spoke again, her words even irritating him. "That's because they do." He growled, never once taking his hues off of the body of water before the both of them. Her question hung in the air for a moment to long, an eerily silence filled the atmosphere, before eventually he spoke. "No." A lie.

[jaxmorgan]

---- SERENITY JACKSON;

“Because i’m like this. Does there have to be a reason?” She questioned the male, “besides Freya told me gave me all the permission in the world to drive you up the wall.”

“Change is good. Try it.” He murmured, “Yeah, well, Freya isn’t right in the head, so you might wanna try again there.”

[jaxmorgan]

---- SIERRA MOORE;

                           It was obvious she was in a state, but Sierra was thankful that he was only encouraging her behaviour. Anyone trying to make her stop was going to be barked at, maybe bitten if she had enough to drink. Giving him a nod, she ordered the drinks and carried them over. “Unusually generous of you, what’s the occasion?” 

Jaxon glared at the brunette, brows furrowing, as he shrugged his shoulders, "What? Can't I just be nice for once?" He asked, "Do you gotta question everything?"

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              my pain doesn’t make me stronger            it makes me crueler ;

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[jaxmorgan]

---- SIERRA MOORE;

                             She glared at him for a minute, silent as she thought up an answer that wouldn’t set her off again. In the end she went with avoiding the topic all together, “I don’t want to talk about it.” Another shot went down easily, “It’s none of your business anyway.”

Jaxon could see that the brunette was in misery, and quite rare form. Considering lately it seemed that she was a hell of better spirits, yet, the woman who stood before him had taken a complete 180 from that. That much was clear. And despite her displeasure on the subject, she had given him all that he needed to know in those two small comments. "You're right, it's not. But you've given me all I need to know." He told her, before turning to the bartender, "Bring over the next two rounds. Its on me."

[jaxmorgan]

---- CLAUDIA MERWIN;

“Shotgun unless you want to act like my personal chauffeur. Which I wouldn’t mind.” Claudia shrugged. “I know you aren’t going to kill me, that would fulfill too many of my super secret fantasies.” 

"I ain't a damn soul's personal chauffeur." He hissed, before his jaw then tightening as her words seemed to hit him, and in the most unexpected way. "Don't talk like that." With that, he turned his back, and began towards his jeep.

[jaxmorgan]

---- SAVANNAH CHURCH;

“Excuse me,” She turned to look at him, confused at first on what he meant. Though as she took another sip of her beer, she realized what he was referring to. “Why should I?”

Still without looking at the blonde, hues pasted upon the body of water feet ahead of him. "It's irritating." He murmured, a small pause then following, before his hues flickered downwards, "If you break a tooth, I don't want to hear about it."

[jaxmorgan]

---- LIBBY RIGBY;

“–it can happen.”

Jaxon felt himself ready to make some snide comment on the subject, only -- he caught himself. And instead, let out a heavy sigh, as he leaned back against the chair he rested in. "You ever hear the saying, that once you stop looking for it, it will come to you?" He asked, softly, dismissed of any malice. "I get being alone, Libby. And it's not what its always cracked up to be, but you're a great girl. Why are you lowering yourself for some dumbass who can't even make the date?"

[jaxmorgan]

---- ZIGGY KNOX;

The quick tempoed beat of Earth, Wind and Fire’s September, drummed through Ziggy’s earphones, blocking out all other sounds, and leaving her immersed in the music. She was comfortably high, the wrapper of the Jolly Rancher edible she had taken earlier, lying crumpled in her jean pocket. Eyes closed and hips swaying, the woman was lost in her own world as she danced in the park.

 It wasn’t until the song ended that she opened her eyes to see someone standing there. They were, understandably, watching her, and a wide grim spread across her features. Pulling one earphone out, she half shouted, 

“Hey there, stranger!”

Jaxon was on a stroll, if you will. Trying to get some fresh air, which seemed more than needed considering everything. But even then he should've know the possibility of that wasn't going to be high. Even more so when green hues fell upon a strange woman just living in her own world, in the middle of the park. Some shit you'd definitely find in New York. With a growl, he looked away, and continued forward, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. And then she spoke, and he surprisingly looked her way. The girl clearly on something, and he wasn't sure if she was yelping at him, or herself. "You okay over there?"

[jaxmorgan]

---- IRIS MONTGOMERY;

    ❛– Long story short, I was bringing coffee up to a friend on the psych floor and as I was waiting for her to finish up with a patient, this guy who I could have only assumed was getting admitted was just standing there.❜ It wasn’t the fact that he was simply standing there, more so that there was a peculiar look on his face that she could not place for the life of her. ❛I just smiled and said hello but I think he took it as some weird invitation because he deadass looked me in the eyes and said ’you remind me of my late wife’,❜ Iris paused, emitting a tittering laugh as she recalled the event. ❛I was thinking, whatever you’ve heard stranger things, so I just thanked him and told him he was a sweetheart. I figured that’d be the end of the conversation and so I just stood there, waiting for Janet to come back.❜ Iris was certain that the figure she was speaking to likely thought she was too talkative or likely being nonsensical for believing that such a simple comment could cause such a spiral but it had. ❛– and I know what you’re thinking! Iris, how is that strange? Can’t you take a compliment? The answer is sometimes, but it’s also very hard to take something like that as an innocent compliment when it is followed by him proceeding to tell me that he hopes I’m as good in bed as she was and him trying to slip me his number.❜ It certainly wasn’t the strangest thing that she’d heard, nor was it the strangest thing to occur in a hospital but it was definitely on the list. ❛– I mean, I guess it’s really not that weird.❜

Jaxon heard the sound of another's voice, he knew that there had been someone speaking. But that was as far as it went, not really playing much attention to anything else. In fact, as far as he was concerned, the comment wasn't for him. Only when she came to the question, what sounded like a question echoing in his ears, did he finally look up. A slight confusion, almost false in its entirety. "Are you talking to me?"

[jaxmorgan]

---- SERENITY JACKSON;

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t be wearing my husbands scrubs, and white coat around the house, because germs and all. But let me tell you I made sure I washed it like three times. I kinda have a right to wear his things. Besides that what kind of wife or mom would it make me if I can’t get to play doctor? So um…..what can I help you with today? I have a kitchen full of sharp objects to help me, and don’t worry I have needle and thread i’ll sew you back up.”

Jaxon looked up from the paperwork he was surfing through, mind deep in his own world. Or at least, that was until an undeniably irritatingly familiarity of the blonde's voice creeped on in on his thoughts. Looking up at her, “Why are you like this?”