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Jett or Jetthawk. 23. Witch hobo. Blood manipulation and premonitions.

[jetthawk-blog1]

gabriellebyrne‌:

So happy was she to see Jett that, for a moment, Gabby didn’t notice anything wrong about him. To her, he seemed like the boy he used to be, wary around most but friendly with her and Hugo, the teen who could hold anything above her and often made her try to jump and get back whatever he’d plucked from her hold just moments before, the young man who’d occasionally flirt with her for shits and giggles (and who she’d jokingly flirt back with)…but something was odd about him. Was he still upset over Summerdale? Maybe he was still having a hard time with people? “Yeah, sure, still the same James Dean Lite I used to know,” she joked back, giving Jett a little pat on the shoulder as she put those thoughts out of her head in an attempt to focus on the present instead of possibilities. “And excuse you, but I was the normal one out of everyone, remember? I didn’t have the weird-ass food combinations you boys had as teenagers; you and Hugo were the weird ones with those…strange body odors and weird facial hair patterns you guys had, you were the weird ones, not me, my dude…no idea what you’re talking about, not one little bit…”

“Jett Hawkins, even better than James Dean, that’s my name, babe... don’t waste it” , he replied with a playful smirk as he shrugged again, trying to keep a chill attitude. As the obvious question still lingered in his mind, Jett wondered if it would be alright to even ask; he knew Summerdale was a delicate topic for all the survivors and that included his friends ( his only real friends ). His thoughts were quickly distracted by her statement and he dropped a loud and mouthful “HA!”, Jett leaned closer to her with a childish smile still on his lips as he lowered his voice down a bit. “ All of us teenage boys are a bit weird around that age, huh? But nah, you know what I’m talking about. I mean... you were hanging out with goddamn witches, some of that sick shit had to stick with you as well, Gabrielle or what? Are you telling me you already forgot when I made your hair pink with a spell that went wrong?”

[jetthawk-blog1]

opalucy‌:

“Well saying that everyone is willing to give you a hand might be a bit much but I think they could be worse.” Lucy said slowly, seeing how forced his smile looked “But that’s probably true about the vampires. I… Couldn’t imagine being alive for that long.” She nodded, looking down. She truly couldn’t; honestly just being around 20 years seemed so long.

“I’m Lucy.” She said, looking at him again, holding her backpack against her chest “And yeah, I’m a witch. Is it that obvious?” Biting her lip, she watched him, hoping he was okay with witches as she certainly knew of people who weren’t.

“OH, much worse, trust me” , he scoffed before sighing, Jett had had his long run with bad people, specially with bad people that seemed innocent at the beginning. “Yeah, me neither; if it was my case, I’d have found the way to either rule the world or end my existence. Too much bullshit to deal with” , he commented before sipping again from the hot cocoa.

“Okay, Lucy the witch, then why don’t ya sit and keep me some company? Looks like neither you and I are going anywhere any time soon” , he chuckles. “ And yeah, obvious after I asked the first two questions. Your name got some witchy vibes too”, Jett opinionated. “So... what’s your thing? Power, ability, ...curse, however you call it”.

[jetthawk-blog1]

hughugglehugo‌:

Hugo had no intention of opening the door when he heart the frantic knocking but then he heard Jett’s voice and of course, he couldn’t just not let his best friend inside. There was also the fact that he was pretty sure he would break down the door if he didn’t let him in quickly – but he also missed him a lot. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. Come on in.” he apologized before opening the door wider to let him in. He was not surprised that the other had caught on to him being a mess. But like he did with the other people he spoke to, he did not bother to hide how he felt with Jett. “No, no, I am not okay.” he admitted with a little sigh as he closed the door behind him. “I just – I – I saw my parents again that night,” he began his little ramble, “and I killed them, all over again.” His voice broke. He hadn’t been able to even admit it to himself what he had seen himself do that night, he was trying to get through this focusing on the good news, which was the fact that he didn’t lose his control and hurt anyone that night by mistake. “I killed them. I thought I could forgive myself at some point. I thought with time, maybe I’ll learn to live it it but I am a monster, Jett. How am I supposed to live with myself and what I have done?”

Jett’s hands, gloved as always, remained lingering between Hugo and himself, in case he needed to rush in to help his friend in any way. The place was a bit colder than usual, which caused his skin to resent it with a chill all over his arms. He wasn’t a winter person, that was for sure and he hated it, because this place seemed to be way colder than his previous homes. As Hugo confessed his problem, Jett felt his guts drop to the floor; there would never be a time in which he would feel comfortable enough with the topic ( a time in which he would never get over the guilt ). One of his lingering hands reach to his buddy’s shoulder and he gives it a little squeeze. “Goddamn, I’m so sorry you got to see that”, Jett muttered with a frown. If there was something he could presume of, was his insensitive nature towards an kind of topic, but if there was something he couldn’t tolerate, that was to see his best friend like this. “You are NOT a monster!”, he was quick to declare. “Listen, it wasn’t your fault, you didn’t----- you didn’t want that, Hugo.      How could you’ve known that would happen?”, he added at the end, feeling his own conscience grind its teeth in a forced smile. There was no need to share his own horrible experience and make the atmosphere even more bitter. “ Stop---- stop crying, dammit, you know I fucking hate it when you look like that” , Jett groaned. “Alright, big boy, come ‘ere” , he sighed and walked to the couch. “You are not a bad person; you would be if you didn’t feel bad for what happened, but you do and you have this stupid big heart and that’s fine; trust me, that’s PERFECTLY fine”.

[jetthawk-blog1]

emsawycr‌:

“Well, thanks. I like to think that I’m nice.” she replied with a grin, glad to be back at where she was most comfortable. Helping people, even if she was no longer a nurse, paramedic and being an EMT was the next best thing. She nodded a little as he spoke, “Mmmhm, look I wanna keep an eye on the fever, I think that it’s maybe just a winter thing. I want to give you some paracetamol. Where are you staying at the moment?” she asked, before falling quiet and briefly nodding, “Yeah, I was. From what I can gather, everyone saw something different. Their worst nightmares.”

He liked to think that she was good... for a wolf, but he cared enough about his well-being to say that out loud; Jett was aware that not all werewolves were the same but after what happened to his mother, he couldn’t help but hold this fear and grudge against them. He laid back against the wall of the ambulance looking at her with tired teary eyes caused by the fever. “No, no... not the winter. It happens whenever I overuse my... thingy”, he said moving the fingers to give the illusion of magic. At her question, Jett dropped a loud laugh and shook his head slowly, “the dog park, second bench under the big tree, you seen it?”, he asked as he drew the silhouette of the tree on the air with his finger. “That fog was absolute shit. Girl, the last thing I needed was to see my mother being killed over and over and over again”, he commented with a drunk-like tone. HELL, this wasn’t something he would say just like that to ANYBODY, but the fever had him saying anything that came to his head.

[rpmaniac]

Uhhh

[jetthawk-blog1]

opalucy‌:

“Well I’m not one so you don’t have to worry about that.” She smiled a little, watching him as he spoke about his history with werewolves, smile fading a little “Oh, I’m sorry. I know people, human or not can be mean. Hopefully that won’t happen to you here. Every werewolf I’ve met has been pretty nice. Vampires not always but it is what it is.” She shrugged, looking down before back up at him.

“I’m glad you like the cocoa.” Her soft smile returned. “And I promise, I don’t want anything.” Lucy insisted, sure he wouldn’t believe her but it was the truth.

Jett relaxed a bit at her reply, it seemed sincere. He held the blanket tighter around him, starting to feel warmer, honestly his paranoia with the wolves was getting a bit out of hand, but every time he considered lowering his defenses a little, he remembered what had happened to his very own mother for doing the same and so, he preferred to live in that annoying constant fear than ending his life in a miserable way. “Yeah, everybody seems to be a jolly fellow willing to give ya a hand”, he commented with a smile that seemed a bit forced. “Most vampires have lived too much to be happy, if you ask me, they’ve seen too much; can’t really blame them”, he commented with a little frown.

“Alright, I’ll trust you in this one, but you still haven’t told me your name, you are a witch, aren’t ya? You look like one”.

[jetthawk-blog1]

emsawycr‌:

“…Occasionally, I’m usually the one in the back tending to the patient.” she replied, and she listened to how long his symptoms had been going on and she wondered what could’ve been in the fog that maybe could’ve affect this or whether it was just the weather and flu season. “You okay after all that?” she asked, as she had a quick glance for the tools she needed.

“A paramedic. Paramedics are good, they are nice...”, he replied with a tired voice, his brain still melting inside his skull, which caused him to not articulate words properly. After her question, Jett squinted his eyes and tried to look back in his memories at that day, but a shiver ran through his bones. 

                                                                             “-------I’ll be fine”.

That was half-true, it was probably something that would cause his nightmares to return. “At least I didn’t hurt anyone... I think. Were... were you there as well? At the fog? D’you know if it was the same for everybody?”

[jetthawk-blog1]

opalucy‌:

Lucy’s eyebrows furrowed at his questions, not having someone be so… Forward with her in a long time “A werewolf? Why would I be a  werewolf?” She asked, watching him wrap himself in the blanket, a suspicious look on his face once more. “There’s cinnamon in the cocoa if you smell something different.” Her voice was soft, trying not to appear intimidating (Not that she even physically could do such a thing) 

As he took in her features, she took in his in turn. Moving carefully, she slowly said “You don’t have to know someone to be nice to them.” She didn’t exactly know why she was so nice, maybe because there was so much darkness in the world, people needed comfort “I just- you looked like you could something nice and warm, and I don’t really need them.”

OH, his paranoia with the wolves was the one that threw out that question to her. “Well, why not?”, he shrugged, but guessed she’d probably insist so he decided to give her a more developed answer, “I have my story with werewolves, the ones at Summerdale didn’t like me very much”, Jet commented before taking a sip of the cocoa, feeling the warmth inside him as he unconsciously showed up a little smile. “Cinnamon is great, thank you”, he said before drinking more.

“Probably, but then you want something in return, nobody does anything for free”, he replied with arched brows. After all his struggle he didn’t believe in free kindness, specially coming from someone that didn’t really know him. Jett looked down at the drink and the blanket, nodding. “Yeah, kinda needed this... thanks”, he said, mumbling the last word. “So what’s your name, angel? I’m Jett”.

[jetthawk-blog1]

gabriellebyrne‌:

Honestly, Gabby had thought she’d be starting over when she had escaped to Hollow Grove, knowing nobody from her past. Today, though, she’d met Jett…Jett, the guy she’d known because he was Hugo’s best friend and had known through seeing Hugo, and here he was, healthy and hale and like he’d just moved here for a job…it was like a little blast from the past that she wasn’t really prepared for, but at the same time, he wasn’t unwelcome. “Oh my god, Jett…ohmygod, how are you?!” she exclaimed, moving to hug him a bit before pulling back to give him a good once-over. “I haven’t seen you in forever; what’ve you been up to?”

He tensed noticeably at the moment she pulled in to hug him. He had became so bitter with the time, that not even the affection of an old friend could relax his thin body. “Hey... Gabbs, nice to see you”, he replied with a smile that he didn’t know if it was of happiness or awkwardness. He didn’t have time to return the hug, when she ( thankfully ) pulled back. “I’m good”, LIES, “I’m always good, you know me; I’m still a rebel with a cause”, he commented with a smug smile and hands in his pockets, trying to actually confess how unpredictable and miserable his life was at this point. “I was travelling; y’know, after... well, Summerdale, I traveled around the States and ended here, but it is... interesting to see you here. This place does seem to have a magnet for us the weird bunch, huh?”

[jetthawk-blog1]

emsawycr‌:

At the sound of the familiar voice, she glanced up and sighed softly as she got up and placed the file back where it belonged. Despite it all she’d become fond of the man when he’d arrived in town, often trying to keep an eye on him. Dark eyes glancing over him as if to assess him, she noted the shirt drenched as she gently grabbed his shoulders to guide him to sit where she’d been a moment ago. “Yeah, sit.” she replied, as she automatically reached to grab a thermometer to check his temperature. “How long has this been going on?”

He let her guide him, even though he was usually of her touch or any wolf’s, but at this moment, his mind had other priorities than feeding an old paranoia. Jett sat down and immediately got rid of his coat, feeling the temperature rise up as the cold air stop hitting his face. “Oh, nice place, nice... nice ambulance. Is this yours? Do you drive this?”, he asked patting his seat and then looked up at her with squinted eyes trying to focus on her question. “Uuuuhhh... since Halloween night after the fog and the... the stupid visions, y’know?”

[homeforwaywardsouls-blog]

Despite the shit show that had happened a few days ago, what with the fog and hallucinating about Kyle and the family he’d made her kill during a bloodlust, Hollow Grove was already feeling more and more like home. Not like California, to be sure; she wasn’t sure that would ever feel like home again, not after this past year and a half. No, this was more like it had been in Summerdale, save for having more of a balance between the different supernatural species instead of being so werewolf heavy. Even with the crazy fog, which Summerdale never had, this was–“Ah! Shit! Sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I should’ve been watching where I was going, I’m really sorry about that…you’re not hurt, are you?”

[jetthawk-blog1]

Another day in Hollow Grove was another day Jett had to go in a scavenger hunt to find something to eat. It was almost midday and his stomach was grumbling very loudly which caused him to be especially moody. He guessed that the Inn would have some leftover they wouldn’t mind handing at him, specially if their food was fresh every day. Definitely he didn’t mind some yesterday’s bread or the bottom of the soup pot. His attention was divided between the places where he could find food and the recent hole on one of gloves to notice he was in somebody’s way.                                                                “Oooof!”

He crashed against the person and stumbled backwards, ready to let out a shower of curses and bad words...      until he heard her voice. Jett froze on his place and slowly, he looked up, not sure if he wished or not to find out if the voice actually belonged to the person he thought about.

“Ga... Gabrielle?!”, he exclaimed out loud as he suddenly forgot about his hunger. A confused smile made it up to his features as he realized she had made it out alive of Summerdale as well. “W--- what are you doing here?! You are alive, you are... wow!”

[klausesdiego]

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[hughugglehugo]

Since that wretched night at the harbour where he had been forced to relive the worst of his past over and over again, and his rather unpleasant encounter with his sister afterwards, Hugo had spent almost all his time curled up in his couch at home. He didn’t even go to work, instead locked himself up at home wanting nothing to do with the outside world. His phone kept on buzzing, but he didn’t want to look at it. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. All he wanted was to disappear, to just cease to exist – but that was of course too much to ask for. 

He didn’t know what time of the day it was when he heard the knock at his door. He didn’t move, hoping whoever it was would leave, and only after he heard his name be called over and over again did he force himself to get up and go open his front door. 

[jetthawk-blog1]

The only reason he tried to keep his old phone charged was in case a job came up or to contact Hugo, BUT OF COURSE, THE IDIOT WASN’T ANSWERING IT THIS ONE TIME. Usually calm and uncaring, Jett became anxious and when he started biting his nails, he knew he had to do something about his paranoia. With a grunt, he hid his few things in a bush so he could run faster and headed to his friend’s house.

It was around 4:00 p.m. when he got there and a bit exhausted, he desperately knocked on the door. “Hugo?”, he called. “hey, nerd, open the door, it’s me!”, he said louder, but he got no answer. Jett started to get more anxious about the situation and knocked harder. “Hugo! Open this stupid door right now!”, he ordered with an impatient growl ( mostly out of nervousness ) and he continued to call him and slam the door.     Then it opened.

“What the fuck, man? I’ve been knocking for HOURS! Were you taking a fucking dump or wh---?”, it was only then that he noticed  his friend’s expression. “-----Hey...”, Jett called in a quieter tone, peeking inside the house hoping he hadn’t interrupted something that he’d rather not see, but no, there was no blood to be seen anywhere. “A--- are you okay, mate? May I come in?”

[isaacbyrne]

Two days in Hollow Grove and not enough alcohol in his system, Isaac found himself sitting at the Hair of the Dog Bar and Grill. Maybe it had been a bad idea in general to come to this little town even if he knew somebody. Somebody he somehow hadn’t ran into yet. Of course, there had been plenty happening in town to keep him busy enough to not look for his old partner. He tipped his glass, swirling it across the bar, “You don’t really realize what you have until it’s gone. How one day people are here, the next they are just gone. You spend a lifetime making memories and creating a future just to have it disappear in a quick flash.”

[jetthawk-blog1]

It wasn’t common for Jett to be around that area; just too many werewolves for his liking and even though everybody in Hollow Grove seemed to be really nice, he still couldn’t get over his irrational fear of the big wolves. Job is job, though and after feeling a little better ( unaware that the fever would hit him back later ) he decided to run some errands to buy some food and probably even some low-priced candy. He entered the place and a chill ran down his spine as he tried to keep his eyes focused on the counter where he was supposed to deliver the package.

A familiar voice sounded next to him and he immediately startled; he turned his head carefully and at the sight of the man, Jett almost tripped backwards. “W-- WOAH!”. He had no idea someone else had made it out of Summerdale and at the sight of the older man, he briefly froze. He knew Isaac’s grandchildren, he used to hang out with them after they were done with school and then, Jett wondered if Isaac considered him a bad influence just as everybody else did. The man’s words rang in his head only then and Jett felt a sudden sadness he had been avoiding for a year, but still, he swallowed the lump in his throat and ordered the words in his head.

“I... I understand what you mean, I also lost everyone there”, he commented quietly; honestly, there was no need to pretend in front of someone who had gone through the same thing, someone who had met him before he ended like this.

[emsawycr-a]

Emma had kept a low profile since the harbour, whilst she hadn’t been affected, others had. She wanted to help as much as she could, and she had managed to get back to work finally. The ambulance was parked outside the station where she’d been cleaning it, and she jumped down from the back where she’d been doing a stocktake of the supplies to see what was needed. She sat down on the back step of the van, and began to scribble a couple of notes, sensing rather than seeing someone nearby. ‘Can I help you?’ she asked.

[jetthawk-blog1]

“Heeeeeey, Emms. Emma-Emms, my friend, what’s up?”, Jett dragged his feet across the street as soon as he saw the werewolf close. Sure, they had some kind of... friendship, even though Jett loves to deny it ( specially if you consider his issues with the wolves ), but right now, he was far from caring about that. His body felt to weak and his mind too foggy ( ironically ) to stay away from one of the few people he would accept help from.

“I dunno if you have something back there that maybe could help me? Feeling a little hot right now”, he said as he pulled his scarf from around his neck, most of his shirt covered in sweat as he tried to unsuccessfully fight the fever that had hit him after the incident during Halloween.

[jetthawk-blog1]

opalucy‌:

“What? No, it’s cold and you look like you need a blanket.” Lucy was a little offended at the thought of him thinking she’d call the cops on him or demand money “I’ve got plenty at home.” Her words were hurried, trying to have him not be offended. She knew some people really hated getting help- hell, he looked like one of those people “People need all the comfort they can get, especially after what’s been going on.” 

Trying to think of more ways she could help (even if he didn’t want it), She reached into her bag again, pulling out a thermos of hot cocoa she had “Here, you can have my cocoa too if you want, it’s homemade, my grandma’s recipe.” She held it out to him, a sincere look on her face.

Kindness was not a word he would use to describe the world he lived in. Trust and honesty would only get you killed, that’s what he had learned so far, so it wasn’t at all weird for him to shot some suspicious stare at the nice girl. Jett sniffed in the cold caused by the fever and reached for the blanket, feeling the softness of the material against his rough skin ( it even smelled clean! ); Instinctively, he pulled it closer to his face, trying to remember when was the last time he touched something like this.

                                              THE SMELL OF ROSE TEA.

                                                                    A LINGERING TEAR.

He puts the blanket down as he shakes his head a little and decides to wrap himself with it, immediately feeling the warmth of it. Jett looks at her with another suspicious expression; nobody is that nice out of nowhere, people always want something in return. He extends his hand mid-air as he keeps on studying her features. Hesitantly, he finally decides to grab the cocoa and after he opens the thermos, he smells it lightly, trying to see if there’s any kind of poison or weird potion inside it, but no, it smelled like common cocoa. “Uhm... thank you?”, he commented as he closed the thermos again and looked up at her as he removed one of his gloves with the help of his teeth. “Are you a werewolf?”, he bluntly asks, “why are you being so nice? You don’t know me”.

[opalucy-blog]

Lucy had found herself in the park for the first time since her incident and she tried not to let that get to her, it was one of her favorite places in town, mostly because of the fact it was, ya know, outdoors. Adjusting her bag over her shoulder, she walked over to her favorite spot, a big, shady tree and pulled her blanket on the ground, when she spotted someone who looked like they were trying to sleep, probably homeless from the look of it. Furrowing her eyebrows, she decided to get up and grab her blanket, going over to him “Um, excuse me, would you like a blanket?” She asked softly.

@jetthawk

[jetthawk-blog1]

       FUCKING COLD EVENINGS.

Jett had a bad ---let me correct that--- TERRIBLE experience with the mysterious fog that hit the shore during Halloween. It caused him to overuse his power and in consequence, now a fever had hit him bad. He dragged himself to the park and tried to find some comfort  under the shade of a big tree; he wrapped himself as tight as he could with his worn-out coat and buried his face in the wine-colored scarf he got a year ago from a second-hand-store. Using his trustworthy backpack as pillow, he tried to get some sleep, but the cold wind would penetrate through the fabric of his clothes and make him shiver. Fucking hell. A voice then called his attention and he tuned his head with squinted eyes to see who was talking to him. With an annoyed frown, crossed arms and half of his face hidden behind the scarf, he looked at the girl up and down, analyzing her offer; GOD, HE HATED THIS. He hated being treated like... like this, but he was sick and the weather would probably make it worse.

“Are you gonna ask for money in exchange or are you gonna tell the cops I stole it from you?”, he asked with suspicion in his voice. “You know what? I don’t even care about the answers, gimme that blanket.... please”.