#jace-collins

[andysamsonyoung-blog]

Yo, Five -

Please tell me we still have that kiddie pool we filled up on the roof awhile ago.

..Also, please tell me someone remembers that.

[amanda-desmond]

who do you worry about the most? why?

Well, I worry about everyone. A lot. Like it's my job. Jesus Christ, I sound like my mother...

But, right now? Jace. For obvious reasons.

[leila-novak-blog]

Jace; borrowing Andy's guitar. 

[leila-novak-blog]

Share some skin | Jace&Leila

"Rain makes corn, and corn makes whiskey. Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky!" Leila sang under her breath as she made her way to Jace's house, a bottle of whiskey clutched loosely in her hand, her other one raising up to tuck some hair behind her ear. The rain had finally stopped and the Outpost smelled like wet ground, it was nice she mused, turning the corner onto Jace's sorry patch of front lawn.

Climbing up the short steps to his front door Leila just somewhat barged in, knowing the trick to unlocking his front door with a jiggle of the knob. She smiled softly at her surroundings before walking to his bedroom, wondering where he was. 

Stepping inside she had to stop herself from calling out, noticing him asleep in his bed. Biting her lip at the image, she put the bottle down on his dresser and walked to the other side of the bed, climbing in carefully next to the blonde, trying not to wake him. Leila looked at him for a second, he looked so soft here, asleep. Not yelling, not fighting, no sarcastic remarks. This was her favorite side of him, one she only ever got to see every once in a while, but she reveled in nonetheless. Leila leaned over and kissed his forehead softly, before getting comfortable, sighing out softly. 

[leila-novak-blog]

Theme of the Week

Week One: What to do with Suddenly.

Sudden Realizations: 

The alarms weren't sounding so she wasn't worried about a walker, it must've just been the usual arguing getting out of hand. Leila walked the few steps to her door to close it and that's when she saw it, not it, but him. Leila blinked, her green eyes trying to focus on the face that she knew so well she could have described it with her eyes closed and half asleep. It was a face she could never forget no matter how often in the past few months she tried to. She must've been seeing things, that had to be it. Leila had been up for a few days, she just needed some sleep is all. But then she heard it.

"Jace is back."

A strangled sound made it's way passed her lips and Leila was dry heaving into her trash can. Tears prickled the back of her eyes but she blinked them away, willing away the rest of them from forming. It had been three months since she had seen him, since she had smelled him, touched him, tasted him even but Leila could tell you exactly he filled each of her senses without batting an eyelash. 

The blind fury she felt quickly melted away, this was Jace after all. He had saved her life, had been one of the first people she had ever cared about in this new world. But he had left, over night and without a word he had disappeared and Leila didn't know if she could forgive him for that. While she wouldn't hold a grudge, she would welcome him with open arms, Leila knew it would be there. The small fear that he did it once, he could do it again. She was a wreck when he had gone. Jace's absence changed her, it wore on her, and Leila became somewhat of a shadow that she used to be. 

Lifting her head from the bin she walked outside. Almost forgetting to close the door behind her. There he was, the Outpost coming to welcome him home, congratulate him on whatever it was he did. Leila just looked at him, scanned him top to bottom. He was worn, tired, his face darker and his hair longer. She could tell he was faking a smile, nodding at whomever he was speaking to. Stepping closer and closer her heart picked up, forcing herself not to run full tilt at him. 

Jace turned to face her and the recognition in his eyes nearly took her breath away. With a whispered oh my God, she embraced him, knowing that he wasn't faking it for her. Pulling away she looked at him again, the sudden realization hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Leila was in love with Jace Collins. 

[andysamsonyoung-blog]

well what do you think of each founder then?

Alright then.

Leila - God, she's a sweetie. A Southern belle, absolutely. Always nice, always friendly, always thinking about everyone else. She may treat me like a kid, but I probably deserve it. She keeps this group together, if you ask me.

Matthew - Woops, almost called him Matt. Well, I like him. I do. He's funny when he wants to be. He kicks a lot of ass, doesn't take anyone's shit. 

Jace - What a guy. Don't fuck with him, basically. I consider myself lucky to be on his good side. I hope. He's got a one track mind, survival, and that's definitely vital around here. I think it's a result of his dedication to his job, guarding everyone, that he maybe, uh, could give no less fucks about whatever's going on inside the walls. People suck. He just doesn't pretend like they don't. He's a rad guy, everything considered.

Amanda - What can be said about Amanda Desmond? She's been with me from the beginning. I think I get along better with her than anyone. That's partly because she won't tolerate anything less. Ha, no, but really, she's so kind-hearted, and smart, and hilarious. And a feisty thing, if I ever saw one. 

And then there's me, and I pretty much just suck. The end.

[leila-novak-blog]

Coming Home | Jace&Leila

Leila was laying upside down on her couch, feeling the blood rush to her head. It had been a rollercoaster couple of days, first Matthew comes back, then Harley and then the biggest surprise of all: Jace. Leila didn't want to admit it but a long time she figured him dead. That's when things had gone to shit in her mind. But low and be hold, the cocky son of a bitch was home and truthfully Leila couldn't have been happier, even if she felt her chest twinge when she saw him. She was afraid he would leave again, disappear into thin are like he did the first time.

Chastising herself Leila flipped over and stood up, feeling the doozy feeling of getting up too fast. Shaking her head she picked up a t-shirt off the floor and brought it up to her face and sniffed it. Deeming is acceptable she peeled off her tank top and slipped the new shirt on, raking a hand though her long blonde hair afterwards, reminding herself to brush it. Her hair had gotten impossibly long, now reaching her waist but she liked it, liked that she could finger the strands without having to lift her hands up, it's why she hadn't gone to Andy for a cut yet.

Humming quietly to herself she moved around her disaster of an office, kicking random articles of clothing around as she looked for her shorts. Leila walked around in her underwear most of the time, if she wasn't working and not doing anything, panties it was. Modesty had gone out of the window along with the rest of the world. Finding them among next to her bottle of whiskey she grinned and slipped them on, her long legs looking impossibly longer in them. Taking a swig from the bottle she put it down and quickly existed her office out into the sun.

Momentarily blinded she walked in the direction she knew she wanted to go. Leila had put it off long enough. Knowing he was back and seeing him around was one thing, but going to his house was a complete other. Leila had missed him. Jace was one of the two people she trusted above everyone else in what was left of the world, his abrupt departure affecting her more than she wanted to let on. What had happened since then had changed her beyond recognition it seemed. Coming up to his 'lawn' she had to smile a little sadly. It was a sorry patch of grass, but she had avoided it for so long it almost felt like an ache being back again.

Leila stood at his front door for a moment, her heart beating a little faster than normal. Biting her lip softly, she just turned the knob, they had forgotten the decency of knocking on each others doors years ago. Opening the door to the dark place her throat clenched. Things where piled everywhere, a thin layer of dust covering everything, it was like a tomb almost, perfectly preserved from the last time she had been there. The night before he just disappeared. Her eyes trailed over everything before landing on him, just standing there. Leila leaned on the door frame and just sighed, raising a hand to play with the tips of her hair, her pale green eyes bright. "Hey you." She said softly, not entering entirely yet. 

[leila-novak-blog]

30 Days of Character Development

Day Nine: Who does your character trust?

Leila has always found it hard to trust anyone, her entire life people always wanting to be her friend because of her looks and charm. After her father died she stopped trusting in people completely.

At the Outpost she doesn't trust anyone farther than she can throw them, except for Jace and Matthew that is. Jace wormed his way into her heart somehow and now that he's there, that's where he'll stay as far as she's concerned. As for Matthew, he is her family, now. The closest person she's had in long long time.