Man on Fire

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war Jagger Sullivan | 92 29 | Hellhound I am not Henry Cavill, nor (unfortunately) do I have any connection to him. This is a roleplay account only. I claim no graphics here as my own unless otherwise noted.

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

60 Years in the Making | HellHarpy

[phoebehewitt]

Phoebe let out a laugh, throwing her head back. “Can’t take any glory on that. Alex did it all by himself, honestly.” All Phoebe had done was watch on the sidelines. If anything, Alex should’ve fired her by now for the way she spoke to some of the clients. Not that it was anything out of the blue. Turning to look at him, she perked up and continued sarcastically. “Me, change? Of course, I do charity work on my time off. Feed the homeless, take in abandoned animals. I’m practically Mother Theresa. Or Mother Phoebe.” She scrunched her nose and grimaced. “Oh god, that sounds absolutely horrible.” Phoebe looked at him, she was doing more than alright being civil but she wasn’t quite sure how long that would last - how long before something struck a nerve if she invited him to stay longer. “Nah, Thing One over there needs to learn how to close shop. Once he’s got everything done, I’m closing up. Where are you staying?”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

From what he'd heard about her brother, it didn't really surprise him that the man was capable of bringing all of this to himself. A small smile graced his face as he tried to picture her doing charity work. The friendly tone they'd kept was nice, but somehow it felt wrong. He was trying not to upset her, but the attempt was bound to fall flat sooner rather than later. "Yeah not really your style. Then again, I don't know if I believe that's really anyone's style. It has to be some sort of penance or self-torture that makes people do things like that. Does anyone really enjoy that stuff?" Following her gaze he snorted at the slacker in the corner. "That looks promising. Oh, I'm over in Inman Park." A thought was nagging in the back of his mind. Glancing at her sideways, Jagger shifted in his seat and rested his arm on the back of the couch. "So have you been here all this time, or did you move and come back?"

[sadie-t]

What a trip // Sadie & Jagger

[sadie-t]

"It’s nice to meet you too, Jagger." Sadie beamed before a thoughtful expression crossed her face. “Well if that actually were to happen, I’d hope I end up in China. That is where people say you end up in if you dig through the earth, right?” She shifted her weight to her other foot and continued speaking. “But if we’re talking realistically, I’d be done for.” Pursing her lips, she tilted her head. “That sounds like I’ve thought about that for a good while. I haven’t, honest.”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

"That would depend on where you begun digging. I believe that, assuming it were possible, if you began digging from here and maintained a straight line you would reemerge somewhere in the ocean. China is not directly through the earth from here." Sensing that the girl was a nymph, he wondered what her specialty was. Perhaps she could indeed convince the ground to swallow her whole and release her once more. Then again, Jagger really didn't know much about how all of that worked. Most of his knowledge on mythic abilities was centered on hellhounds and harpies. Their conversation seemed to be dying, but still he felt the need to carry it on. "I believe you. Tell me, what exactly do people do for fun around here these days?" He was curious to see if things had really changed all that much since he was last in Atlanta.

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

60 Years in the Making | HellHarpy

[phoebehewitt]

“Don’t look at me like that.” Phoebe said furrowing her brow at him, a small smile forming on her lips. She could have gone the rest of her life without seeing the hellhound again but she couldn’t lie to herself and say she hadn’t missed the looks. Making a to-go cup of coffee for herself as he spoke, she nudged her head to one of the open couches. “It’s actually Alex’s. He’s doing really damn well for himself.” Plopping down on the couch and stifling a yawn, Phoebe turned to look at Jagger. “A lot has changed since the last time you were in town.”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Following her look, he headed towards the couch as she made her way around the counter. He placed himself on the plush cushions, making sure that he was close enough to the arm that their bodies wouldn't touch unless she wanted them to. No matter how it had ended between them, Jagger was still a gentleman. With raised eyebrows he looked around the shop, impressed with what the satyr had made for himself. "Indeed he has, no doubt with a bit of prodding from his older sister." Turning his gaze back to the harpy he winked playfully. It almost unnerved him how easy it was to fall back into the rapport they'd once shared. Perhaps it wasn't quite the same, but the way he was sitting there with her had an air of familiarity. Her yawn did not pass his notice, and immediately he glanced down at the watch on his wrist. "The world has changed since I was last in Atlanta. You don't seem to have changed much, but I'm sure I couldn't judge that based on the few minutes we've been speaking. I'd love to hear about all of these changes, but I don't want to keep you. If you need to do closing work or anything I'd be happy to help out. I know I came in rather late this evening."

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Time for a Drink || Jagger & Angel

[angel-lachance-blog]

Angel was on the brink of rolling her eyes but quickly diverted them. Was he serious, about it being a ritual and some other nonsense. Shaking her head, “I’m not all about the herd mentality so maybe it’s best that it’s just two for now.” There would probably be a lot of chaos if a bunch of hellhounds suddenly started to convene at pubs more often. Wouldn’t do anyone any good, that’s for sure and she’d be out of there. “I do the same. No sorrows or celebrations here”she took another large gulp. “Still trying to find out myself.”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Throwing back his head, Jagger downed the last of his drink and signaled the bartender for another. Turning back to the woman with a shrug of his shoulders, he tried to think of an acceptable response. He'd only just arrived in town, so he couldn't offer any suggestions. The most he could come up with was, "That's a shame." Sometimes it was difficult being so taciturn, but he really didn't mind a challenge. It was who he was, how he'd come to be long ago, and he wasn't about to change his ways any time soon. This fellow hellhound, though, made him want to speak more. He needed something to do in this city other than sit around bars every night. "You wouldn't happen to know of any good places to go riding, would you? I've been looking for a decent location to take my bike for a ride."

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

60 Years in the Making | HellHarpy

[phoebehewitt]

The harpy flipped her hair back with her hand and rolled her eyes at his comment. “Oh, don’t go getting all sappy on me.” Phoebe gave him a deadpanned look followed quickly by a scrunching of her nose. Openly looking him over one more time, no one could blame her for it though, her eyes snapped back up to his when he mentioned her brother. “Yeah…yeah, I did.” She spoke softly, nodding her head. It had been a big leap for her, coming clean to Alex but she was more than sure it had been the right move. “Not so long ago actually.” Further explanation wasn’t needed, in her head at least, nor was it really the opportune time to delve deeper. Tilting her head to the side, raising her brows, she leaned further onto the counter. “Really? Well then, welcome.” 

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

A full smile blossomed on his lips as she snapped at him. Jagger couldn't help it, seeing her again was not quite bittersweet. All of the anger and pain he'd held against her for so long was attempting to melt away now that he was face to face with her again. Chuckling softly, he dipped his head and looked up at her from under long eyelashes. "Same old Bee. You never were good at taking compliments." He let it drop, watching her expression change as she answered him about Alex. Relief spread through him as he studied her. Judging from her words, her body language, and what he remembered from their history he figured it had gone well. "Well good, I'm glad. Thank you. This place is nice, is it yours? It wasn't here last time I was in town."

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Time for a Drink || Jagger & Angel

[angel-lachance-blog]

Taking a large swig of her drink, she nodded in agreement with the other hellhound. “Angel” she introduced herself, the less people knew of or about her the better she figured. She was still trying to keep a low profile best she could, but some people were just fucking morons who asked for it. “New places, new people..”she shrugged. “Do we really need a reason?” As if anybody ever needed one to drink. Sure people drank their sorrows away, and others did it to celebrate. But there were also those like her that just did it for the sake of it. 

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

A smile spread his lips as he swallowed a gulp of his drink. The amber liquid burned as it traveled down his throat, spreading momentary warmth through his already heated body. "I suppose not, though some consider it a custom or perhaps a ritual." Though Jagger was not usually one for much conversation, he found that he was excited to run into another of his kind. Hellhounds weren't too rare, but they tended to be spread out and didn't often find one another. Vivacious creatures, they always seemed to be on the move, half the time not stopping long enough to mingle. "Personally, though, I drink just to drink. Alcohol has always been a good friend of mine. So, is there anything fun to do around here besides drinking?"

[sadie-t]

What a trip // Sadie & Jagger

[sadie-t]

“You didn’t?” Sadie sighed in relief, thankful someone hadn’t seen and started laughing unlike the person across the street. Turning her attention the the man in front of her she shook her head a bit. “Nah, just me almost making a fool of myself. It was almost going to be an “I wish the Earth could open up an swallow me” moment.” She said laughing off the ten second incident. Looking at the hellhound, she titled her head a bit and beamed at the stranger. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around. I’m Sadie.”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

A slightly exaggerated shrug lifted the hellhound's shoulders. Embarrassment wasn't something he'd ever really understood. If something happened differently than how he'd planned or anticipated he merely went with the flow and moved past it. He never saw any point in caring what other people thought, excepting one person. Pulling his mind away from her, he focused on the petite brunette in front of him. "It's nice to meet you Sadie, I'm Jagger. I just moved into town, so it's not surprising that my face is unfamiliar to you." Feeling it would be rude to leave the conversation there, he pushed himself to make further small talk. Never his forte, the best he could come up with was, "If the Earth were to open up and swallow you do you think it would keep you in its bowels, or perhaps digest you and spit you out somewhere else?"

[sadie-t]

What a trip // Sadie & Jagger

Sadie had a hankering for a smoothie. Ever since she tried the sunrise smoothie from Arden’s Garden, she could constantly crave it. Making her way to the place, she felt her shoe get caught on a missing part of the sidewalk making her trip. “Oh, shoot.” Left Sadie’s lips as she gasped, laughing at herself when she caught her balance. Looking around to the person nearest to her, she looked at them wide-eyed with a grin on her face. “I did not just trip. You do  not just see that.”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Even though the city was much the same as he remembered it, somehow Jagger had managed to become lost. With a heavy sigh he finally decided to stop and see if he could get his bearings. A sign in front of him said Arden's Garden, and he remembered seeing it before. Somehow he'd managed to make his way into Little Five Points without even realizing it. Chuckling softly at himself he heard a voice to his right and noticed the nymph standing nearby for the first time. For a moment he worried that she might think he was laughing at her, and he wondered if he should say something to reassure her before she jumped to conclusions. "Actually, you're right. I really didn't see anything. Sorry, did I miss something good?"

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

60 Years in the Making | HellHarpy

[phoebehewitt]

His scent enveloped her as he got closer, swarming her with long forgotten emotions. And she absolutely hated it. Everyone that knew her, knew Phoebe and feelings never went well - she much rather preferred to act and be emotionless. It was far easier for her. Her eyes didn’t stray from him when he looked at the menu, unabashedly taking in any and all subtle differences. Handing him the coffee, she couldn’t help but smirk. “Of course I look good.” A quick shrug of her shoulders followed as she addressed his former comment. “Well, I still have a reason to be here. For the time being anyway. When did you get back in town?”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

A small smile spread his lips at her comment. Same old Phoebe. What did he expect, though? Sixty years may be long enough to significantly change a human, but someone as old as the harpy was pretty much stuck in her ways. His mind was beginning to process what this encounter could mean. Since his long lost, but never forgotten, love was still in Atlanta it would definitely make things more interesting - and possibly more difficult. "Just because you always look good doesn't mean I can't remind you of it once in a while." His smile was almost shy as he offered the retort. It crossed his mind that this could be a new start for them, but he steeled himself against hoping for that. "Alex is still around, then? Have you, uh, told him?" Her last question almost escaped his notice as he wondered how he was supposed to act if he ran into her satyr brother. "Oh, just yesterday."

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

60 Years in the Making | HellHarpy

[phoebehewitt]

Just half an hour longer and Phoebe would be at home stuffing her face in chocolate. That had been her well earned prize for not clawing at a woman’s face when her demon spawn flung his hot chocolate on her. Moving around the counter, she resisted an eye roll as the customer in front of her changed their order yet again. The chime of the door only vaguely caught her attention as she prepared the drink quickly, it wasn’t until she got the oh-so-familiar scent followed by the damned tingling sensation that she paused. Handing the drink to the part-timer next to her, she turned. She needed to make sure she wasn’t going off the deep end and mistaking people. Of course, she was right - the living picture she hadn’t seen in about 60 years. Licking her lips, she cocked her head to the side, “Long time, no see.” Phoebe trained her eyes on him as she leaned her palms on the counter. “Didn’t think you’d make your way to Atlanta again, honestly. You going to order something?”

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Any words he might have uttered caught in his throat as soon as she spoke. The voice was so familiar, and so was the feeling that it gave him. Even after all these years a look and a few words from the harpy in front of him could still tighten strings around his heart. Working hard to regain his composure Jagger forced himself to walk the rest of the way to the counter. He looked at the menu on the wall behind her, hoping that a second of looking away would help his mind to start working again. It didn't help much, but after a moment he looked back at her and shrugged. "Just a coffee, black." He chose not to make a comment on why he was back. He figured it was pretty self-explanatory why any mythic would show up right now. "I didn't think you'd still be around. You look good, Bee."

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Time for a Drink || Jagger & Angel

[angel-lachance-blog]

This place wasn’t like back home but that wasn’t entirely a bad thing either. So long as there were places the hellhound could go to and enjoy herself, Atlanta wasn’t so bad. The Vortex had become a place that worked. Sliding into a seat by the bar, Angel ordered herself a double rum and coke. Just as a glass of dark liquid was placed in front of her, she felt the presence of another hellhound beside her. When he smiled at her she simply raised her glass up at him. She was surprised to see another of her kind here. “This the watering hole we flock to?”she smirked.

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Feeling the tingle at the back of his neck, Jagger allowed his smile to spread some. Out of all the mythics flocking to Atlanta, somehow the one that sat next to him happened to be another hellhound. Giving the bar a cursory glance, he raised his shoulders in a noncommittal gesture. "I suppose it will do for now." Since the bartender was now nearby he ordered a double shot of Jack Daniels and waited patiently for it to be delivered. Once the drink was before him he picked it up and raised it in return to the woman's gesture. "Jagger Sullivan. To what are we drinking tonight?"

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

60 Years in the Making | HellHarpy

After being in town for a few days Jagger decided it was about time for him to see how much had changed since he'd left. For the most part Atlanta looked the same, but he knew that appearances could be deceiving. Standing outside of the coffee shop, he steeled his nerves as he looked up at its seemingly average front. The place held little meaning to most people, but he knew that if there was anywhere he'd run into his past it was likely to be inside these walls. Figuring that there was no escaping it, he took a deep breath and opened the door. He expected the several tingles in the back of his neck that signaled mythics, but there was one that caught him off guard. Certainly she'd left by now, it couldn't be the same harpy. A look behind the counter brought his apprehension to a high, and the hellhound froze in place uncertain of whether he should proceed forward or turn around and leave. He'd heard that this was basically mythic central, but he'd convinced himself that there was no way she'd still be in town. Yet there she was, looking every bit as amazing as he remembered. His moment of indecision had cost him, and he held his breath as she spotted him frozen near the door.

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Time for a Drink || Jagger & Open

The sultry roar of his bike’s engined died down as he pulled into the parking lot. A sly grin spread across his lips as he turned the key, kicked down the stand, and slid off the sexy piece of metal all in one motion. Jagger had bought the motorcycle new off the line and never once had he regretted it. To this day his Honda Rebel was hailed as one of the best “vintage” motorcycles around. He stroked it lovingly as he walked away, casting one final glance at one of his favorite possessions before opening the door to the restaurant and heading inside. The bar had a free seat, so he placed himself in it and flagged down the man with the alcohol. “Jack and coke.” As the bartender hurried off to meet the hellhound’s demands, he turned and glanced around the room. His smiled landed on the person next to him, and he nodded kindly as they made eye contact.

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

1986 Honda Rebel - Marie

1969 Boss 429 Mustang - Sheila

[mythosrp]

[mr-jagger-sullivan]

Name: Jagger Sullivan || Actual Age/Apparent Age: 92/29 || Species: Hellhound || FC: Henry Cavill || FC Flexible || TAKEN

Arrival Date: August, 2014

Personality Traits: Compelling, Loyal, Devil-May-Care, Cagey, Explosive

Jagger Sullivan has always lived life by the seat of his pants. On his own since he was twelve, the Hellhound couldn’t even begin to tell you where his parents are, or even if they are still alive. All he knows is that they went on a family trip to the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee, and somewhere along the way they disappeared. Whether they abandoned him, or something happened to them, he doesn’t know. Quite frankly, he doesn’t care either. He’s always been his own man, so for him it was one less entanglement to hold him back. The one regret he does have is that he didn’t get to say good-bye to his little sister before they disappeared. Jagger still wonders where she is, if she’s doing well, and even if she still thinks about him.

Moving from town to town, following work and the occasional girl, Jagger drifted in and out of the fringes of society for decades. He never stayed in one place longer than a few months, and never got close enough to anyone to think about putting down roots. Until Atlanta. Three months into a new job, Jagger and his buddies went for a drink at a bar near the rooming house where they were staying. He sensed the other Mythic the second he stepped through the door. When he finally spotted her in the crowd, his heart literally skipped a beat. Her name was Phoebe, and she wasn’t easy to love, but Jagger did it anyway, falling hard and fast for the dark-haired Harpy. Their romance was hard fought and on a collision course from the second they met. They spent more time screaming at each other and making up then they did getting to know each other. It ended just as abruptly as it began, a year later, when they finally got tired of all the fighting. Jagger left town with her still on his mind, but didn’t look back.

He was working on a road crew in Meridian, Mississippi, when he heard about the prophecy. The boys had gotten drunk after work and all decided to get tattoos. It was a monumentally bad decision, but then Jagger had never been known for making the best choices. The artist, a Merrow named Xavier Locke, had one foot out the door on his way to Atlanta when the Hellhound showed up. At first Jagger was skeptical, not wanting to be in a city full of such bad memories, but it had been sixty years, and Phoebe had probably moved on. Besides, he wanted to help, as much as he ever wanted to help with anything that required him to interact with others for longer than a few months. So, he finished up his job, said goodbye to his crew, and six months later wound up back in the city that had caused him so much headache.

Personality:

Jagger is a devil-may-care, fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants kinda guy. He does what he will, when he will, and doesn’t often consider the consequences. He isn’t purposefully malicious, thought he does have an explosive temper when crossed and can be cagey and deceptive when someone digs into his past. The Hellhound doesn’t open up to people right away, preferring to keep them at arms length until he has no other choice but to let them get close. Phoebe is the only person he’s ever let get that close, and that blew up in his face. He’s not too eager to go through that again. To those he considers friend, he is loyal without fault, and compelling when he’s dragged into a conversation…and he does have to be dragged into conversations. He has a habit of answering questions with one word, or not answering at all, until he’s prodded.