Jack Overland

“Thanks. I try.” She gave a fleeting smile, of course she meant it as a joke, but.. perhaps he didn’t, nonetheless she nodded. She took the chocolate from his hands.

“What do you wanna do?” She asked him. Smiling as the composure from before seemed to restore itself. She crossed her arms over her her dress as she took a sip of her drink.

"You can't ask that! I just asked what you wanted to do!" Jack complained, jokingly. "We could do anything, really. We can head out to the balcony and talk or maybe dance, though I'm not good at all and I might trip over you."

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”Yeah; thanks for saying so anyhow Jack..” Not many people do.. Silena was pretty much invisible most of the time until a few months ago, when she started to talk more, not fire in the cheeks every time a man approached her.

“I think you’re fabulous, Jack..” She joked, but on the inside she knew he wouldn’t take the whole compliment thing very seriously, Jack was a jokester, and she knew it, and perhaps he was blind to most things. She reached over for the sparkling apple juice and took a sip of it. She really didn’t want to, and felt her stomach reject it a little bit. Might as well pretend she was having fun, this ball kind of sucked truthfully.

Jack felt as if suddenly something was bothering Silena. She wasn't saying it, but the whole happiness from just a second ago vanished, along with the adorable red her cheeks were showing.

"Well, thanks. That means a lot," he responded, softening his tone slightly but still grinning at the girl. "I'll say it again, though! You really look very pretty tonight, I wasn't joking about that," the man added, and offered her a piece of chocolate. "If you're tired of sweets we can do something else. Anything you want!"

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“Thanks.” She tried not to laugh to hard at the image of him rolling her out. ”Yeah, to eat until I explode that’ll be a good death to have though.” She smiled at Jack while going for a pink iced cupcake.

”You think i’m pretty?” She gave a joking side smile, while trying jot to shoe how tinted her cheeks had become all of a sudden. “True, we’ll never see this outstanding amount of sweets ever again and it actually makes me sad sometimes..”

"Agreed. Can't think of a better way to leave this world!" he exclaimed, grinning widely. It was fun to talk to Silena, since her sense of humor was about as simple as his own.

At the following question, Jack smiled. He wasn't sure if she was just joking or had really taken it as a compliment, but he didn't have a reason to lie. "I do! I think I told you at the store that one other time, didn't I?" he responded, picking up a piece of chocolate from a platter. "Do you think I'm pretty?" the young man inquired, attempting to mimic Silena's tone.

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She let him grab her by the hand and lead her. Jack was like a ball of mischief so this would more than she’d ever expect, and at that excitement filled her. “Oh I didn’t realise you had such an influence on the candy area, Jack.” She teased, shaking her head.

At the deserts table he spied a load of goodies, some basted in chocolate and jam tarts, cupcakes, cake in general. “Jack, you’ll have to carry me out, because i’m gonna be the size of a godamn house.. ” But really, she wouldn’t be surprised if she ate like a pig, and then scared him away.

"I can’t bear the thought of these going unwanted by business snobs, so let’s eat. I’m pretty sure most of them are watching their figures anyway."

#mxrmadus #now i ship them #sorry

"I'll just put some logs underneath and roll you out of the room," the man suggested, picking up one of the cupcakes on display, before taking a bite into it. "Or you can just not eat until you explode, but it's your choice! Not everyone is gifted with infinite candy-eating metabolism."

"Anyway, eat your pretty face out! I know I will. There's not free muffins every day of the year, after all!"

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”Well; why don’t we try it at least? But I warn you I hog mostly the chocolate in my house so it won’t be pretty..” She gave him a side smile. She hugged the coat closer to her as she then followed his motions and looked around the room also.

“Yeah, but at least they could light a fire, or something in the fireplace..” She motioned to the people around the room. “I don’t really fancy smelling like business snobs come to think of it, maybe the cold it a better option..” Silena stuffed her hands in his coat pocket, well.. much bigger coat pockets. “Why don’t we attack the food?”

#not that fun #mxrmadus #love 'em xP

"Oh, please, don't toy with me. I'm the ultimate chocolate hogger. They made chocolate tasty because of me," he bragged, jokingly, before grinning at her.

"Alright, if you want to head for the food, we'll head for the food!" the man exclaimed with a playful chuckle, before grabbing the girl's wrist and heading to the buffet table quickly. "We mustn't let all of the business snobs steal the food away, so we have to go fast!"

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[Earthquake] Chaos With Strangers || Richard & Jack

Richard was beyond annoyed throughout the night choosing to hide himself away from the dancers and happy people away from being able to see Vanessa having fun and kept himself against the walls listening to the music bounce across the hall only making his mood much more sour.

That was about the time he started to feel the rumbling not that he knew what it was at first but when the ceiling started to collapse around the fun, happy going dancers he ducked underneath the closest table hoping all those earthquake drills actually did something and weren’t just for show. When the rumbled stopped and he crawled out from under the table he noticed the room was now gone and he was in a much smaller space.

Hearing another guys voice he spoke up, “Yeah I’m here I think it’s just us though.”

Jack turned in that direction and moved toward Richard. "Oh! Are you hurt?" he asked, tilting his head. "I think that was an earthquake, right? We should get out of here."

#sourheadedsweethearted

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"Yeah i guess, I dare say most wouldn’t approve but who cares, right?" She beamed at him, at his response.. most boys would have found that degrading but she actually liked the fact he was partially serious about the chocolate fountain.

She was surprised when he gave her his jacket, but she accepted nonetheless, his jacket smelled nice.. kind of like cinnamon. “Thanks Jack, i’ll make sure to give it back to you..” She nodded at his question, didn’t they have heating or something? “Why isn’t the heating on i’m freezing.”

#mxrmadus #that would be adorable actually #and fun to play so I approve!

Jack chuckled. "Go against the Man! I like my chocolate fountains and I won't leave them for any authority whatsoever," the man joked, and smiled at Silena. She was nice to talk to outside of clothing shops.

As the girl took his coat, Jack looked around, not finding the place too cold at all. "Well, I think there might be a reason for that. I mean, with so many people around, it would turn pretty hot and smelly in here after a few hours, so they'd have to keep it cool, right?" he suggested, crossing his arms. "Uh. We can get your head off the temperature and that'll probably help. What do you want to do?"

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”Yeah. If it weren’t for you i’d be lying around in the chocolate fountain over there.. pretty much the only highlight of tonight.” She gave a brief smile before sipping her drink, what was it again? Apple? She doubted they’d sell alcohol as there were under age people here such as herself.

"My date. Flynn, he’s of somewhere.. actually i’m not sure. And thanks, I I didn’t really have a date until he asked when here. Do you have a date?" Jack was handsome, strikingly so, with blue eyes and the sandy brown hair, it wouldn’t surprise her at all if he did. She crossed her arms over her chest, it was actually pretty cold and she wished she had brought a shawl of some sort, it was so foolish not to bring coat of some kind in this cold weather.

"I don't see anything wrong with that!" Jack exclaimed, laughing. "I mean, I wouldn't mind lying around with a chocolate fountain. Out of all the inanimate objects you could be doing that with, it's the most delicious, right?" he asked, amused.

At the question about a date, the young man simply shrugged. "Nah, no date. I'm not good at the date thing, and there wasn't anyone to ask out to a ball, anyway! So, we're in the same situation." Jack noticed she was cold, judging by the way Silena held herself. He took off his own coat and offered it to her. "It's freezing, right?" he inquired, even though he was hardly ever cold at all.

#wtscearthquake #chaos with strangers #sourheadedsweethearted

[Earthquake] Chaos With Strangers || Richard & Jack

Jack had actually gotten to have a little more fun than he thought at the ball. He was sort-of-dancing with someone and found that there was a wonderful table filled with sweets and drinks. However, the happenings during the rest of the night went unexpectedly wrong.

As soon as the room began to shake, the young man wondered if he was going to pass out, or something. He hadn't ever felt that feeling before, and even though it was an clearly an earthquake, he hadn't felt one before that he remembered. Eitehr way, he instinctively threw himself under the table as things began to rumble and fall, and ermained there for a few seconds. Eventually, he made it out, once things had calmed down, adn looked around with awe.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" Jack called out to the silent, now partitioned, room.

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“Awh cheer up..” She nudged him. At least he was wearing a shirt this time. He looked handsome this evening, what was he complaining about?

”You look fine.. And yeah I kind of agree with you it is a little dull..” She raised her eyebrow as some of the stiff men and women who walked past them, and she sighed while shaking her head. Silena crossed her arms over her chest while leaning her head back on the pillar behind her.

“Any suggestions to make this thing fun?”

#mxrmadus #wtsc ball #not that fun #That's okay!#I love them interacting :)

Jack smiled at a familiar face. He remembered the girl from the shop, and was glad to see her again. She was nice that one time! "Well, I'm not sad or anything!" he exclaimed, with a shrug. "I'm just a bit bored, that's all."

"Suggestions? Well, I'm not sure. People here do the dancing-stuff, but I'm no good at that. And you look fine, too! Where's your date?"

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"I know, right?" Jack responded to the stranger, smiling at her. At least it was fun to complain about boring things with people who were equally bored! "Movies glorify it so much, but it’s pretty lame. I don’t even like dancing! What else do people do here, anyway?"

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Emma grinned at the guys comment and study him a little closer. He was really not much more than a kid, but she guessed he didn’t like to be reminded of that. Taking a step closer to him she shook her head, “I have no idea. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a requirement of the job. I’m Emma, by the way. The new deputy.”

"Oh! Deputies go to parties? That's a new one!" Jack joked with a smile. "That sounds like a fun job description. Nice to meet you, Emma. I'm Jack!"

#swanofhope

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swanofhope

Emma leaned strolled around the edge of the room trying not to appear as uncomfortable as she felt. Out of nowhere she heard a voice seeming to feel the same sentiments she felt. Glancing around she spotted a young guy nearby who must have been the source of the sentiment. She grinned at him slightly, “No joke. If this is what High School Prom was like, I’m pretty sure I didn’t miss anything.”

#wtscopen #Sorry it's sorta lame!#But feel free to join!

"I know, right?" Jack responded to the stranger, smiling at her. At least it was fun to complain about boring things with people who were equally bored! "Movies glorify it so much, but it's pretty lame. I don't even like dancing! What else do people do here, anyway?"

#swanofhope #C:

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"Balls are boring," the young man concluded as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking around at the room. It was full of people, but they jut talked or danced, and Jack wasn't all that good for either of those. Particularly when dressing formally. He was terrible at that, too! But he didn't care, and actually managed to do it quite nicely for the occasion. Sadly, TV made these sorts of events seem much more exciting than this and, so far, he had found nothing to do other than lean against the wall and look at the rest, hoping to find a familiar face in the crowd.

Restless Session || Sanford & Jack

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The smile that Jack awarded him upon notice seemed forced. Sanford took in everything that he could about the picture before him. Spending most of his time quiet, subtle observations were something that he relied on.

Sanford continued into the room to light a stick of incense, something calming, warming. As he finished up, Jack began talking. The older man decided to hop up on a counter, his feet dangling loosely in the air. Sanford went through periods of life where everything felt much too big, and sometimes, much too small. He surely understood that feeling. Sanford nodded, giving weight to the solemn mood in the air. His massage room was a place of safety and he wanted to protect Jack Overland any way that he could; he was mostly just relieved that the boy came for his council.

At the nod, Jack shrugged. "It's so weird, though," he resumed his rambling. "Because sometimes I don't care about those things and I'm happy and it's all good and fine, but then afterwards I remember again that I don't remember anything, and that maybe I'm making people worried out there somewhere because I'm not there, or that there's something bad going on and I can't do anything about it... It's kinda frustrating."

#sanfordmann

Restless Session || Sanford & Jack

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It was not often that Sanford actually worked in the little closed-in sunroom that attached to the back of his apartment. More often than not, the masseuse preferred to travel where he was needed; it was much more convenient for his customers and it kept him from feeling cooped up. The sunroom was perfect for those clients who did not have a place to relax, who needed a place to escape. Sunlight filtered through the surrounding windows and incense was at an almost constant burn. His massage table sat in the middle of the room, awaiting his next appointment.

Sanford entered the sunroom surprised to see someone already occupying the table. The older man paused for a moment to gauge the air around the young boy whom he had grown closer to over the last few months – Jack.

Continuing his regular path, Sanford closed the door leading to his apartment, and making his guest aware of his presence. He hoped that there was nothing serious going on with the young man.