fuck it

John Mecca x 48 x Human

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anthonywashburn :

No bracelet. Still, didn’t mean Wash could trust him. “Wash,” he replied plainly. He still wasn’t sure what to make of this John character. Intimidating, to be sure, but he had no idea what he could want to talk with him about. “So, if you’re not roping me into a useless real estate investment, what do you want with me?” He raised a brow. “I’m just a harmless little gamer, after all.”

“I know who you are,” John said ruggedly, his focus more so on those in the coffee shop than Wash himself. John had a way about him to have eyes all over the place, and that wasn’t to say they were all his. There were plenty of others who kept tabs too, and most of the time everyone doing they spying were usually somehow partnered into the same organization. What John stood for? Sometimes he wasn’t sure. All that was certain was he was hungry for one thing in this town; power. And he would do anything to get his hands on it or around its neck.

“I want to talk to you about a group of people with like minds,” he again nodded to the others bare arm. “There’s a lot more of us than you think, kid. We still need all the help we can get.”

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@averymariestjames

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anthonywashburn:

It took Wash a moment to realize the guy was talking to him, but he looked like someone not to fuck with, so he obeyed, warily. He sat across the table, his steaming coffee in his hand on the tabletop. “Alright. Suppose I’ve got a few.” He narrowed his eyes, trying to size up this guy. “I hope this isn’t some sort of solicitation or something. Oh god, you’re gonna try to sell me a timeshare, aren’t you.” He joked, only to attempt to hide his unease. He didn’t usually get waved over by strange men in coffee shops.

“I’m not gonna sell you a timeshare,” John said with a laugh in the back of his throat. The kid had a quirk about him that was admirable, and he also had a mouth on him that was sure to get him in trouble from time to time. At least that was his first impression of him. 

“I’m John,” he put a hand out for a firm handshake, also allowing him to see there was no bracelet on his wrist. Therefore they had one more thing in common. “And you’re a little bitter, aren’t you? Not much of a night walker fan, I can see.” John wasn’t one either, but he had a few secrets about why. “What can I call you?”

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averymariestjames :

Biting her lip, she turned her face down, burning her face into his shoulder. “Ugh,” she said, muffled by his clothes and skin. She hated those dreams, hated how much they affected her. Of course, she had lost her parents, in almost the worst way anyone from Mason Hill could imagine. Bringing her eyes sheepishly back up to look at John, Avery sighed heavily. “Good as can be,” she answered, frowning. She didn’t like to dwell on it; those were the times she ended up stealing the key to the liquor cabinet and getting wasted. John was always understanding, but her liver probably didn’t appreciate it much. “How’s your book?” she asked, changing the subject as she began tracing small shapes along his arm.

“Not as good as you look in the morning,” John said, sitting up and pulling her in closer for him to get a better look at her. Sometimes he took his girl for granted. He knew it. She probably knew it. She was a smart girl with a bright head on her shoulders, she must have known he wasn’t the greatest man for her, but he sure as hell tried against all odds. It was his fault she had those nightmares weekly. Somehow he wanted to change all of that.

“Come here, let me get a good look at you.” He said with a smile, moving in close enough to kiss her but held off. “You’re my girl, you know that? How’d I get so damn lucky?”

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but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

Johnny Cash

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The morning light filtered in through the window coverings and into Avery’s face, waking her. Her head rested against John’s shoulder, and she took a deep breath as she smiled and wrapped her arms around his arm. Planting a quick kiss to his bicep, she looked up at him and saw he was already awake. “Morning,” she said softly, stretching out her legs under the sheets beside him.

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John had been up for quite some time now, taking the morning to read over some new book he saw while window shopping. It wasn’t often he found a good read, but when he did he made sure to schedule in the appropriate time to get his fix of the novel. This one happened to be about some aged old vampire tale with a jokey spin on it, Anno Dracula. Strangely enough, this fiction read was reminding him more and more of his daily life here in Mason.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” he said, voice still rugged from the dry air during his night sleep. “I figured you’d be out a little while longer.” John folded the bottom corner of the page he was reading and closed it, tucking it away onto the nightstand. “Bad dreams again,” he noted, having heard her stirring and moaning in her sleep. “You okay?”

[melisica]

Ashley Whitson

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[anthonywashburn]

“You don’t get a lot of sun, do you?” Wash joked from his place in line behind what was clearly a vampire. The pale skin was a dead giveaway. Luckily for him, the vamp couldn’t do anything to him at his sass; Coffee and Cakes was a sanctuary, and he could say whatever the fuck he wanted.

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John waited for him to make his order and get his things before he piped in. “Safe in here, aint so safe out there, buddy boy. Why don’t you take a seat with me. Talk for a few.” John thought the boy could use a helping hand. 

“Sit down.” He directed, this time more of an order than a suggestion.