Give me wings

My name is Jonah Kaspar, I'm 34, and I'm the owner and only doctor at Highland Avenue Family Practice. My door and ears are always open. (This is a closed RP account, and not associated with Chris Pine in anyway.)

[josephinekeller]

Waiting-Up → Jo-Jo

[josephinekeller]

Jo had been expected him to argue, to say he was tired and had worked all day. And she felt bad for it because she knew it was true. She knew that he was working a lot and hard and that he was tired, but if she let him get away now they would not talk again for God knows how long.

“I know you’re tired. I’m tired too. But you wouldn’t even know why, would you? It cannot wait, if it could I would wait,” she answered equally forceful and glared at him. “If I had called you you would have said that you have no time, because you are with a patient and busy and we should talk later and then you would have come home late, like now, and said that you are tired. You are so avoiding me and not just me.” She followed him towards the living room, she would not let him out of her sight and if she had to follow him into the bathroom she would too.

“Jonah you can’t keep doing this. You can’t push everyone away. I don’t even know what you think you’re accomplishing with it. And I know you hurt because of Victoria but I’m damn sure she wouldn’t want you like this. She wants you to be happy. I guess you probably think you’re protecting me and Ivy but all you’re doing is hurting us.”

She took a tentative step closer to him looking at him pleadingly. “Jonah, you have done so much for me. You took me in without knowing what you signed up for. You gave me a home, a chance and a future. You helped me when I got drugged and almost killed someone. And I know I sometimes annoy the hell out of you with my big mouth and my promiscuity but you still help me. You are my friend Jonah. But friendship isn’t a one way street. So please Jonah, talk to me. You being like this is really hurting me. And I don’t even want to start what it’s doing to Ivy.” She wasn’t sure what she should tell Jonah about Ivy. She didn’t want to betray her trust again by telling him about the psychiatrist but she had to make him see that whatever he was trying to do it wasn’t working.

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Jonah managed to sit down and start to take off his shoes while she started pestering him. He leaned down to untie the dress shoes before pulling them off, using that motion to take a deep breath and let his eyes close. He really was not in the mood to have her ranting at him. But he listened, ignoring her mostly, as she went on. She was mostly right, he probably would have made some excuse not to talk to her, but he was doing this for her own good. There was no arguing it, and there was no getting around it. He wasn't going to back down from this. 

He pulled his shoes off as she went on to say that he couldn't keep doing what he was doing, and that he couldn't push them away. He knew full well he could, and it was already happening. He was in the process of sitting back in the chair when she brought up Victoria. He sat up straight and glared at her. It was not her place to bring up Vic. 

"Leave her out of this. She doesn't want anything because she's dead, alright?" He snapped at her. Jonah had never been an angry person, or one to yell, but Jo was pushing the limit of his patience right then. He didn't need some 17 year old telling him what to do with his life, or making him feel bad because he was doing what was right for her.

She kept on talking, however, and he slumped back in the chair. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair, putting his hand over his eyes. Her words were redundant and did little to make him want to change his mind. He knew that she was speaking from emotion, and wasn't thinking logically. Of course, according to what Talos had... or more correctly, hadn't said, neither was he. But it was his place to be the responsible adult and make Jo see that she needed to move on with her life and get out of Little 5 and make something of herself, not just sit around trying to piece together an old gryphon.

Looking up at her as she finished talking, he ignored the tightening in his chest from the pain of hearing Ivy's name. "Yes, Jo. I took you in, no questions asked. Yes, I am your friend, but more than that, I'm your provider. You need to be less worried about me, and more worried about where you're going to college. I'm fine. If you need more from me than what I'm giving you, then tell me. But working yourself up over me, and how I'm acting is not good for you. I told you, I'm fine." He finished his sentence and crossed his left leg over his right to wait for her to explode on him, or storm off. She was an angry teenager, that's what they did. This would all be over shortly, he was sure.

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What's Up Doc? ✧ Jonah & Dylan

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He was relieved when the doctor told him there was no need to worry. It would make their conversation much easier if he could talk openly. “Thank you.” He nodded. Dylan could tell that he meant what he said. He was sorry and happy for the help. However, it seemed like Jonah didn’t know anymore than Alex did. Maybe he was biting off more than he could chew, but he still had to try. “Well…” He began trying to figure out what exactly he needed. “Alex said you might be able to help me with a job. That you might have connections or something…but honestly I’m more concerned with helping people out. I don’t really know where to start. I’m staying in this guy’s apartment until I can find something, but I feel bad. I mean I don’t have any money, but I know there are people out there that have it worse than me. My girls might be gone, but at least I know where they are. Have you heard about anyone still looking? For family I mean.” When he was finished talking he realized that he had just gone off on a tangent. “Sorry…”

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Jonah stepped back to his desk as Dyan began talking, nodding where it was needed, but sitting down at his desk none the less. He listened to the young man explain his situation, noting that the boy seemed to be rambling. He forgave it easily though, the human had lost his family. Jonah knew how that felt, and would probably be one of many that would understand. He nodded again as the man expressed his thankfulness that at least his family wasn't suffering anymore. When he finished speaking, Jonah waved a hand, directing him towards the chair in front of his desk. "Sit down, won't you?" He gave the human half a smile and leaned back slightly. "First, I don't have a job to offer you, and I don't know if I can get you something or not. I know a few people, but I doubt I can get you pushed in as a social worker or something like that. Second, if you need a place to stay, that I can arrange. Third, I have heard a lot of people looking for family, but you'll have to forgive them if they're not very willing to talk about the whereabouts of their family with a human." He paused and gave the human an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but most are very distrustful of humans. I don't know how much you could help, given that situation. However, we might be able to work together." He stopped speaking again, looking down at the files on his desk for a long moment before continuing. "I know a detective. He might be able to forward more mythics to me, and then I'll collect the information for you, and you do the leg work. I might even have someone else who could help with that."

[jonah-kaspar-blog]

Birds of a Feather || Jonah & Talos

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Honestly Talos had only been intending to bring into conversation how Jonah was fairing with the events that had unfolded the weekend prior but he made no move to stop Jonah as he launched into a history of his lifetime. Truly anything to get the topic of conversation off of how Talos was doing was fair game to him. A hand ruffled through his hair, dragging the strands back from his face before he paused to take another slip of his own drink. 

The details that were shared seemed oddly personal and yet he seemed to speak in a strangely flippant sort of manner. Or at least, mentioning his former wife and the apparent unfortunate ending to the relationship seemed to be spoken offhandedly. Talos wondered what exactly had occurred to the woman or the relationship that she and Jonah and once shared, however when the other Gryphon trailed off he felt strange remarkingon the subject. 

"Either way," Talos mumbled into his glass, swallowing the last of the contents and setting the emptied cup back onto the counter. He studied the bottle for a moment, weighing sides on whether or not he should pour himself another before deciding against it and mimicking Jonah in folding his arms across his chest. When everything just came pouring out of him Talos had to resist the urge to raise his eyebrows at the other man, instead simply leaning a hip up against the counter and tipping his head curiously to the side. "Take a break, then," he stated bluntly. He supposed he understood why Jonah would’ve been kept busy given how many people had likely sustained injury, but as far as Talos was aware he was rather certain everyone was in the healing process at this point - not where they would need Jonah working tirelessly at the office. 

"Settle down, take a couple days off at home. It will surely do you some good." He paused, eyebrows pulling together thoughtfully, "I do not really know how to help you with Ivy and Jo but they probably would not trouble you as much if you were home relaxing than they do when you are stressed to your apparent breaking point…"

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Jonah almost laughed at Talos as he bluntly put into 4 words the one thing he was trying to avoid. Instead he settled for a shrug. "Me taking a break doesn't do any good. I'm a doctor. I heal others. Ivy and Jo are expecting me to be some sort of protector, father... I have no idea, but still." He trailed off for a moment, adjusting his lean on the counter before continuing. "It's a bit obvious that any woman I get close to is in danger. Victoria was my companion for about a century. My wife died because I didn't know enough not to try to have children with her. It may not be a rational fear, but it's a fear none the less." he said, matter-of-factly, reaching out to take another drink of the amber liquid that Talos had poured him. 

He tilted his head as he set the glass back down, glad that it was empty now. He did not need to have any more alcohol in his system than was necessary. He re-crossed his arms over his chest and glanced back at Talos. "It's a lot like what Alex is doing, running himself ragged to keep the pressure off of any one he cares about." he sighed heavily. "In the long run, it will do us both no good, because if the people who want to hurt us make a move, there's hardly anything we can do about it. But it's a solution for us at the moment, and we're sticking with it."

"I'm sorry," he said after a long moment. "You're probably right." he reached up to run a hand over his face after speaking. "A break, a meal that isn't from a vending machine or a fast food place, and perhaps a few extra hours of sleep probably wouldn't hurt." He put on half a smile and inclined his head to the other gryphon. 

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Wounds // Ivy & Jonah

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She gasped in indignation as he gripped her arm and tried to loosen his grip, feeling herself about to lose it when, in the blink of an eye, he picked her up in his arms. “Hey!” Ivy hit his shoulder with as much force as she could bring herself to do, which wasn’t much at all, and tried to wiggle out of his grip. “Put me down! Jonah. What the hell!” She twisted in his arms, wanting to be put down, wanting to leave, wanting to be anywhere but there. He wasn’t having it though and kept his grip on her firm. It was times like these that Ivy wished she was stronger or that she was more formidable despite the fact that she clearly wasn’t.

Ivy hated this; she hated herself so much right then and even more so when tears she had thought left, sprung into her eyes once more. “Put me down right now!” He wasn’t saying a word to her, he wasn’t even looking at her. It was as though she was nothing more than a lump he was carrying up the stairs. Her emotions were all over the place, at the same time anger and frustration filled her so did hurt and pain and in the end the latter won out. Maybe it was the medicine and lack of real sleep or maybe it was something else entirely, but whatever it was toppled Ivy’s resolve. 

She twisted again, trying to make him put her down when she felt something pull painfully at her side. Ivy gasped and put both her hands over her face as white hot pain shot up her side. She hadn’t cried when she was shot or when Fiona and Jo were taking care of her, she hadn’t cried at the pain ever before but all of this was simply too much for the mermaid to handle and a sob escaped her lips. Perhaps it was the pain of being pushed away by someone she cared for so deeply or perhaps it was the physical pain she’d been ignoring that entire evening, regardless, she couldn’t help the sob that escaped her lips.

A mess. That’s all she was and probably all she would ever be. Ivy was done, there was no point to anything at all anymore. She kept the hand over her eyes as tears trailed down her cheek and turned her head into Jonah’s chest. She didn’t want him to see her like this, she didn’t want anyone to see her like this yet there she was, her slight frame trembling as sobs racked her body. She couldn’t do this anymore.

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Jonah had hardly felt the physical contact of her hand hitting his shoulder, but the emotional pain of her being so mad she struck him was harder to bear. But he managed to keep his face straight the entire way up the stairs, even when he had to hold her a bit more firmly to keep her from thrashing out of his arms. He ignored her protests and ignored her thrashing, even though he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying anything. 

He'd made it to the top of the stairs when she twisted, quite a bit more violently than he'd been expecting, and he heard her gasp in pain. He hesitated, and looked down at her for a moment, but she'd covered her face. He felt his chest contract as she let a sob escape her lips. He'd let her hurt herself, and he wasn't happy about it. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, that's what all this had been about, not hurting her. But he'd managed to piss her off, and now physically hurt her on top of all that. He started to open his mouth to say something, but she turned her head into his chest at that moment, and his chest tightened further, threatening to keep him from breathing.

He shifted his grip, partially to pull her closer, but mostly under the cover of reaching out to open the door to the spare room where they'd put her up. He couldn't deal with this right then. He needed to put her down, get her sedated, and check to see what she'd pulled open. So he continued into the room, shutting the door behind them gently, and walking over to the bed. He put one knee on the bed to lay her down on it, setting her down as gently as if she were made of porcelain. He steadied her head by cupping the back of it with one of his hands, and laying it down gently on the pillows. In just those few steps, his hands had gone from the rough touch of a field medic trying to save a life no matter the cost, to a concerned lover, gently making sure she was comfortable.

He flinched at that train of thought and pulled himself out of it quickly. He made sure she was laying down flat, and pushed her hair out of her face before straightening up. Clearing his throat, he looked at her. "I'm going to go get your tea, and some pain meds. You haven't taken any today, and you need to sleep." he started to turn to leave the room, hoping that she wouldn't argue with him any more.

[jonah-kaspar-blog]

Birds of a Feather || Jonah & Talos

[taloscassidine]

Medication or therapy. Talos huffed a breath before swallowing another mouthful of his drink, eyes lingering on the view outside of the window as Jonah continued. No, he wasn’t going to let himself be put on some sort of medication and he was most definitely not going to sit down with some stranger and ‘talk it out.’ He just needed a few days to get himself back together and he would be as good as new. He knew what he signed up for, he knew what he was going to go through. He was likely in better shape than most of the prisoners had been in. 

Then again, most of the prisoners weren’t a ‘prized Gryphon.’ 

It’s up to you though, to decide what you want to do about it. Talos’ eyes slid in Jonah’s direction smoothly and his lips parted to make a remark that he wasn’t suffering from PTSD, but Jonah cleared it before the words left his lips. Of course he cleared it with the whole ‘loss’ speech which he was certain just about everyone in town was getting sick of hearing. He hadn’t lost anyone anyway, had he? Or maybe he had and he couldn’t make himself admit it just yet. 

"Yeah, yeah Jonah. ‘We are all in this together,’" Talos replied with a click of his tongue, feeling as if the words had been spoken so many times and yet never had he truly felt more alone. Everyone was handing him sympathy and wishing him well and treating him like he was some sort of fragile being, but did anyone really care anymore? Or was it all just some stupid act to make themselves feel better in the long run? 

"I am actually getting a little sick of talking about myself," Talos mumbled, nudging his glass towards Jonah before taking another sip, "Tell me more about you. You seem to have avoided the topic thus far." 

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Talos' irritation was about as plain as the fact that the other male was a gryphon to Jonah. He inwardly chided himself for not being able to better judge what the other gryphon was feeling. Of course he'd be sick to death of hearing 'I'm sorry, it'll be ok'. Who wouldn't be? Jonah reached out and grabbed up the glass again. However, as Talos changed the subject, he arched an eyebrow and hesitated for a moment, the glass just touching his bottom lip. Giving Talos a slightly confused look, he snapped himself out of it and took a sip of the fiery liquid. 

"Well... we haven't really talked that often, have we?" He said after swallowing and setting the glass down again. He wasn't sure what Talos would want to know, if anything at all, because the other gryphon might just be desperate to get the subject off of himself and the potential mental health issue he was facing. So Jonah gave the other man a small smile and continued, more than willing to get better acquainted with the other mythic. "Basics first I suppose? 450... some odd. I'm not sure. I think it's 452 this year? Hmm. Doesn't really matter that much." he said, half jokingly. "Ah... German, single child, was married once. That ended badly..." he trailed off after a minute, looking back at the other male.

"Or are you wanting to know how I'm doing?" he said, crossing his arms back over his chest loosely, so as not to seem too overbearing. He kept his tone even, making sure he wasn't sounding like he didn't want to speak of it. Just to clarify that fact, he continued. "Because in all honesty, I'm exhausted, I'm overworked, which is my own fault, and Jo and Ivy both are killing me." He said, oddly surprised at how easily the words came out to Talos. He hadn't spoken to anyone about anything really, and it was odd that a man he hardly knew could be the one to get it out of him first. He shook his head, chuckling softly, before dropping it slightly so that his chin touched his chest. "I feel like... well, I feel tired." He said finally looking back at Talos.

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What's Up Doc? ✧ Jonah & Dylan

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He returned the handshake with a firm grip like he always did, but not to the point where there was any sort of competition. He knew guys like that and he couldn’t stand them. “Well,” he dropped the hand and ran it through his hair, “I don’t really. Not personally at least, but I went to see him the other day, after, everything.” He checked behind him making sure that he had remembered to shut the door and thankfully he had. Dylan realized that he had been foolish to be so open about it all before. He took a step forward and lowered his voice. “I explained to him that I was hoping to help with the families. I know there are a lot of people that have been separated from each other and everyone needs help getting back on their feet. I’m a social worker. I used to work with schools and communities in New York City, before…well before my family was taken.” He hated having this conversation with every new person he met, but in this case he knew it was important. He needed this man to know why he cared. “My daughter and my wife were killed in an experiment. They were mythics.”

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Jonah watched the man's movements. He seemed nervous. Obviously Alex had told him something, but the human seemed off set, or maybe off balance, he wasn't sure. When Dylan took a step forward and lowered his voice, Jonah lifted both eyebrows, but listened carefully. A social worker was something the mythics of Atlanta could certainly use. There were a few trickling into his office, just from word of mouth, but he was sure there were many more sleeping in the homeless shelter and eating at the soup kitchen. He had helped any that had come to him, but more than anything they all wanted something more secure. He could provide funds, that wasn't a problem, it was information that he didn't have. Jonah nodded as Dylan finished speaking. "You can speak easy here, Dylan." He said softly. "And I'm very sorry for your loss. More so, I am glad that you are willing to help. I'm afraid, however, that I have very limited information myself. What are you looking for the most? I know a few people that might be able to help, if you can let me know what you're needing." 

[jonah-kaspar-blog]

Birds of a Feather || Jonah & Talos

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Talos eyed Jonah with a semi-skeptical looking expression, debating on if he believed what Jonah was saying. Of course Alex hadn’t meant anything by sending the other Gryphon over and frankly, Talos was almost thankful for it. He could certainly use a friend and Jonah was something of one, even if they weren’t close. He hated being reminded how few relationships he’d actually developed in Atlanta, how few people seemed to care about him when he felt like he cared for so many. Though given Jonah’s response it seemed more like the visit was a chore than an actual desire to be with him.

Once the drinks were poured Talos had taken his into his hand, listening as Jonah explained his thoughts on PTSD. It wasn’t long before he’d downed the contents of his glass, over turning the bottle once more to refill. “Right, but even so what would you suggest I did about it if that were the case?” Talos mumbled, turning to face the man once more. Whether he had PTSD or not didn’t seem to make much of a difference; it wasn’t as if he could do anything to address the illness save for taking medication. He most definitely was not interested in that, at all. Medication made him foggy and more often than not he would rather be alert.

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Jonah watched Talos down the drink, and it wasn't hard to tell that he hadn't liked Jonah's speech about PTSD. It wasn't fair that a good man like Talos should have to be going through something so horrible. He'd met soldiers with PTSD, and their lives were miserable bouts of attacks and depression. Talos didn't deserve that. He'd put his life at risk to save their kind, had been rewarded with whatever had happened in that awful place, and now had no one to talk to about it. 

When Talos asked about how to treat PTSD, hypothetically, of course, Jonah smiled a bit. "The first option most people think of is meds, but most doctors, myself included agree that counseling and therapy seem to work better. Just even talking with someone about what bothers the patient the most seems to be helpful." He remembered that Talos had poured him a glass of the liquor and reached out to drink another sip from his own glass. "Medication can help if the patient is depressed, but more often than not, all they need is validation that they're not crazy, and that the things that bother them are triggers. Obviously avoiding those things is the next step. But just figuring out what bothers them the most is very important, and sometimes, relieves much more stress than any medication can." He shrugged again. "It's up to you though, to decide what you want to do about it."

Jonah set the glass back down and leaned back against the counter. "But I'm not saying that's what you have. It could just be continued stress from what Alex is going through or grief from your loss. You're not alone in that, you know. All of us lost someone. All of us are... hurting. And I'd like you to know that if you'd like to talk, or feel the need to talk, I'm a pretty good listener." He gave Talos a small, but heartfelt smile. He meant it, because Jonah needed the other gryphon to be ok. If he lost another friend due to this gods awful raid, he wasn't quite sure what he'd do. Not to mention Talos and he were probably the last two on the planet, and it didn't look like it'd be safe to have a child any time soon.

[josephinekeller]

Waiting-Up → Jo-Jo

[josephinekeller]

Jo raised an eyebrow back at him at his question and huffed. “Well if you wouldn’t avoid me like the devil and holy water and came home at a reasonable hour sometimes I wouldn’t have to be awake now. And don’t even think about mommying me now after you haven’t talked to me in two weeks.” She stood up and leveled her gaze with his. “We need to talk. Now. There’s shit happening and I need your help,” she said determined. “Come on. Let’s go to the kitchen, make some tea and talk.”

She wasn’t so stupid to simply go to the kitchen trusting Jonah to follow her, so she waited for him to start moving. He would not get a chance to get out of this conversation. Not today. Jo had made up her mind and now she would see it through. And if Jonah didn’t want to talk to her he would have to take drastic measures to get rid of her.

Ivy needed help and it was the kind of help and support Jo couldn’t provide, as much as she wanted to. It was something only Jonah could fix, at least partially. Jonah had hurt Ivy, probably even more than the deaths of their friends. She needed Jonah, and maybe Jo too, to get through this, but Jonah couldn’t see it. So Jo had to make him see, no matter how. She would yell at him or beg, she would do whatever, and she didn’t intend to play strictly fair.

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Jonah stopped himself from rolling his eyes as she acted like an angry wet hen. She was carrying on about how he hadn't been around and how he'd been avoiding her. He almost managed to get his mouth open to argue twice, but she kept on after both times. When she stood up, he narrowed his eyes slightly at her. He wasn't a child, and he certainly didn't have to take orders from her. 

"Jo, I'm tired, ok? I've been at the office all day and the hospital the rest of the night, I just want to go upstairs, take a shower and go to sleep. Whatever it is can wait." He said, probably a bit more forcefully than he'd ever spoken with her. He'd done all he could for her, in his mind, and now she needed to move on, go to college, and be something more than a barista at Logos. As much as she thought he didn't care about her right now, he most certainly did, and wanted more for her than Little 5 could provide. 

She was only 17, and had probably hundreds of years in front of her, if she stayed away from him. He wouldn't be the one who kept her here, chained to this small corner of the world. "And I'm not avoiding you, I've been busy." He frowned at her and started to move towards one of the chairs in the living room to sit down and take off his shoes. "And I do have a phone, you know. You could call if it was so important that you're up, waiting for me like an angry mother at midnight."

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Back to the Old Grind {August & Jonah}

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August scribbled out a name on the file and continued to do so until there were smudges of black ink all over the paper. Double checking his work, he tossed the finished one into the stack of completed and moved onto the next. It was manual and routine work, but it kept August’s mind at bay, which was something he needed — Jonah too by the looks of it. “Good ta’ know, doc.” He smirked. “Though I’m glad ya’ gave me the job. Yer a lot better ta’ work for than some other pricks I’ve had. Plus not having ta’ wear a uniform is great. I hate ties, no offense.”

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Jonah smiled at the boy as he commented on the job. When August mentioned ties, however, he looked at him with mock incredulousness and grabbed his tie. "But I love my tie." He said jokingly. "No, no. I understand. The suit and tie look doesn't suit everyone. Though I am glad you don't come to work in cut off shorts and a tank top." He smiled again and managed to get out a real chuckle. He returned to the work afterwards, and cleared out another file, tossing it in the pile behind them before leaning back in his chair. "So, August, we've been working together for a while, why is it I know nothing about you?" He said, half jokingly. Anything to get their minds off of the raid would be a welcome comfort he decided.

[constance-macklin]

Darkness || Constance & Jonah

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She was glad that he didn’t try to tell her that she was wrong and that it had been worth it, but instead agreed with her. It was a good feeling to be understood and not belittled for the way she felt. Chances were high that he lost someone close to him too and knew exactly how she felt, or at least pretty close. She looked at him when he asked her if she wanted him to get her something and nodded after a moment of consideration. “How about some Vicodin and Lorazepam since I’m not allowed to drink in here?” she asked boldly. Not having to pretend was such a relief, he knew enough of her so she didn’t need to play any role; unlike with the other doctors and nurses who had no idea of her part in all of this. They had no idea what really happened and Constance couldn’t explain without risking a lot of peoples’ safety. “You can ask but I don’t know if I have any answers,” she answered to his next question. Talking about Talos would probably be easier than wallowing in her own pain.

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Jonah nodded at her request. "I can put it in your chart and get you some shortly." He said quietly, removing his hand from her forehead finally after one last gentle touch. He watched her as she laid there, the tears drying on her face. He felt for her, he really did. But there wasn't anything that could be done to bring back those they'd lost. Jonah would have given anything, including his life to bring back Victoria, but even thinking about that hurt. When she agreed to answer his questions, he gave her a half of a smile. "I was just wondering how hurt he was in there. He wouldn't let anyone check him out, and I'm afraid he's hiding a severe injury." He didn't want to pry, but he'd had his hands on almost everyone else, and the fact that Talos didn't want to be checked out made him worry.

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Wounds // Ivy & Jonah

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"Hey!" Ivy spun around and glared at him when he took the phone from her. She wasn’t listening to him, she felt a rushing in her ears and a type of feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time: she was simultaneously sad and angry  and annoyed and hurt and humiliated and frustrated and he was the only person there causing half of what she was feeling so his words didn’t impact her the same. She wanted to leave and Ivy was nothing if not determined when she wanted something. 

"I’ll be fine. And I can lay down at home." If she was home she could lay down and curl up into a ball and just cry. She didn’t care if he was her doctor, it was only by default really, she’d never had a need to go to him before and it only happened that she was in his care because they knew each other. She doubted that had it not been for Jo, he would have brought her home. She knew that he was most assuredly regretting his decision to bring her back to his house and she was regretting it too. She didn’t think she could be near him any longer without feeling emotions she didn’t want anymore. At least, not right then. 

Ivy felt as though she was going to snap, just one more push and she’d be sent over the edge, she couldn’t do this. Her mind was going a thousand places at once, her body was protesting and her hands were shaking and her heart hurt and her chest hurt and she just hurt all over. Jutting out her chin, determined to get out of that house one way or another, she reached around him, nudging him away with her shoulder so she could grab the damn phone and get herself a damn cab.

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Jonah crossed his arms over his chest when she snapped back at him. It was like watching a spoiled child. She wouldn't listen, and he was going to have to do something about it. Her words were ignored, after all, how would she know what was best for her care? He was the doctor, not her. He could tell that she was growing angrier with him by the moment, and his removal of the phone hadn't helped. But he hadn't expected her to try to shove past him. He was twice her size! Did she really think that she would move him?

He grabbed her arm as she tried to shove past him, and held it firmly, but not so firm as to leave bruises. He was trying to avoid hurting her after all. He was debating saying something, but then he realized she hadn't been listening to him at all since he'd started this. So instead of just holding her, he spun her around and lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style. Without looking at her, and ignoring her protests, he marched smartly out of the kitchen and to the stairs. 

He didn't speak, he simply continued on, carrying her up the stairs and to the guest room, keeping his eyes very far from hers. In fact, he stared straight ahead, almost not even acknowledging that she was there. He wasn't going to argue with her any more. His hands were firm, and she wasn't very heavy, but at the top of the stairs he was debating if this was the wisest course of action. He hated having to treat her this way, and slowly his resolve had been fading, but he'd made his choice and had to live with it, and if it kept her safe, no matter how alone he felt, he was ok with it.

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What's Up Doc? ✧ Jonah & Dylan

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He was shown back to the doctor’s office and it was obvious he wasn’t expecting anyone. Dylan wasn’t surprised that Alex hadn’t told the doctor he was coming, he had way too many other and more important things to deal with. “Yes, hello.” He nodded and smiled before extending his hand in greeting. “I’m Dylan Reynolds. Alex Stathos sent me to see you. He said you may be able to help me.” He felt odd being so formal with the man, but this was about a job and he wanted to be professional. He couldn’t afford for this opportunity to fall through, but even if it did, he would do whatever it took to stay in Little Five Points. He’d live on the streets if it meant he could help make sure no other families had to go through what he went through.

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Jonah wasn't quite sure why Alex would send him this human, but there had to be some reason. So Jonah relaxed a bit, if not visibly, and nodded at the man. "Nice to meet you Dylan, I'm Doctor Kaspar, but you can call me Jonah." He took the man's offered hand, giving it a firm, but polite shake before letting it go. "Help you with what? I'm afraid I'm not much more than a doctor." He tilted his head slightly and arched a brow. "And how do you know Alex?" He was sure  he hadn't seen this man around before now, so he could be anything from a new comer to someone who'd been in the camp. If it was money, Jonah would be glad to help. If it was something else... well, he'd just have to see.

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Back to the Old Grind {August & Jonah}

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August slid his pile over to him, beginning to mark off the names that could trace back to any of his fellow mythics. As much as August was stunted from the raid, he knew that his kind was important; helping them was a necessity even amongst the losses. “Sounds good ta’ me,” he said, glancing at the pile behind Jonah’s chair. The thought of lunch and coffee perked the muninn up slightly. His eating habits hadn’t exactly been consistent nor healthy. Not that it mattered really, but he didn’t need to wear down his body. “I don’t think any patient would. They’d start ta’ question yer credibility and if ya’ even knew what was wrong with them ta’ begin with. Me on the other hand, I’m behind closed doors. I could afford a beer.” As Jonah offered to pay, August smiled, nodding slowly. “Thanks, mate. Ya’ really don’t have ta’.”

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Jonah smiled and gave a chuckle as August mentioned what might happen if he came into an office smelling of beer. "Yeah, that about sums it up." He said, going back to marking up the files. He hadn't realized just how much paperwork he'd given himself when he'd decided to start keeping all the Mythic records on paper, rather then put them into the computer system. But it didn't matter now, so he continued with the task. Glancing up at August as the boy thanked him, he shook his head. "I didn't give you the job so that you could pay for lunch. I gave you the job to get you by. And trust me, I've got plenty of money." He said, giving the muninn a wink, and a full fledged smile. He always seemed to find that the other mythic put his mind at ease. After all, they'd been able to silently agree to not talk about what had happened, which he knew was a comfort for both of them.

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what's your least favorite candy and why?

Now and Laters. He hates them because they go from super hard to way too chewy in 2 seconds flat.

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what's your least favorite sexual position and why?

Doggy style, and don't ask.

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what's your least favorite thing about the 21st century?

Jonah hates how fast the world moves now. And he also hates technology in general. Even if it does help save lives.