#jack002

[theromandaniels]

📲 JACK, GRIEF GROUP.

ROMAN: According to sources, Louise was spotted buying cat food after all. ROMAN: Apologies for the random text, my sister thought it'd be appropriate to share with you.

@jacklynchh

[rosaliacas]

closed starter with  @jackhud​ . 

Como havia combinado na última vez que esteve na casa dos Hudson, ela e Jackson iriam conhecer a cidade juntos. Não sabia se ele tinha pretensão de levar a sério a ideia, ou falou da boca para fora, mas ela jamais deixaria passar a oportunidade de se aproximar e conseguir a confiança dele. Quanto mais rápido conseguisse o que precisava, mais rápido poderia voltar para sua casa. Sabia que Annabel estaria na escola, trabalhando, mas aquele era seu dia de folga. Bateu a porta, e ergueu o rosto com seu maior sorriso quando ele abriu a porta.  —— Olá, Jackson. ——  Chamou-o pelo nome, pela primeira vez. Apoiou um dos braços na lateral da porta, aproximando-se um pouco dele.  —— Decidi aproveitar meu dia de folga para, finalmente, conhecer a cidade, e vim cobrar o que combinamos. Vamos comigo? 

[scoutprewett]

Police Station on Wood Street

A week after Paris

@drivebysantos

Scout emerged from the police station, laptop safely tucked into her bag, ball cap tilted low on her face as she tried her best to seem unhurried. She had managed to bluff her way in under the pretense of having lost her phone, then waiting for a friend in the waiting area, then using her laptop in the internal WiFi of the building to begin building connections and working her way into the system.

There had been a file of Russian mobsters that operated in England around the time that Carter had dissapeared, touches of more information on the little that she had been able to gather, strings connected across events in her mental picture. She’d managed to download the file, then left after installing a few backdoors for herself in the future, making her way to the curb, trying to see if Jack had responded to her text and was available to pick her up.

[themadisynhuang]

— meadowview farm. ft. jack lynch ( @jacklynchh )

The weather was slowly starting to make a change in Blue Harbor, Illinois, which meant that Jack would probably be coming less and less to the farm. It didn’t make a whole lot of difference to Madisyn in the long haul; the two weren’t exactly friends. She was his client, and he was being paid to provide a service for her. Still, Madi figured it wouldn’t exactly hurt to stay in his good books, for future projects once the weather turned back in the summer.

“Hi there!” She greeted through the open patio door as she entered her kitchen, placing down a box full of assorted fall treats she had collected from the main farm area, where the pumpkin carving workshops were finishing up that day. “I got told these are going to go stale, and I didn’t know if you’d be going down to carve a pumpkin so I brought all the pumpkin related treats to you!” Madisyn gestured to the box on the counter. “How we doing so far?”

[fonrainherutsu]

Who do you report to?

      ❝If you are referring to before I came here, I did not exactly report to a specific person. I was the leader of Libra, a secret organization dedicated to protecting the balance between Earth and the Alter-World.❞

          Granted, any other time, Klaus wouldn’t spill something like that. But one, he highly doubted this person was from the same universe, and two, he doubted anyone from Hellsalem’s Lot would appear here.

[catherinearchibald]

know no bounds || jack & cate

As Catherine strolled through Gramercy Park, surrounded by the beginnings of spring and bombarded by the incessant chatter of her Mount Sinai girlfriends, she only had one red hot seething sentence playing on repeat in her mind. You’re sexy when you’re angry. The girls walked down along the loose gravel, chatting about their favorite patients or drama among board members or all that they felt they could do with money that wasn’t even theirs to play with, but Catherine was only minimally involved. But I’m all for boundaries. When a jogger not quite lucky enough to have a key to this private alcove whistled through the gate, one of the girls, the one who did have a key, actually expressed thanks that they were able to keep the riffraff out of her neighborhood. Come over. Like this park and this borough were some private oasis from the rest of the dirty world, the filthy city that a bunch of trust fund girls were going to save. And we can establish them. Poor girl had no idea.

Because the moment the girls finished their round and their conversation, they’d go their separate ways: some to their children, some to their boyfriends, some other charity boards, but Catherine would head straight for ‘riffraff’ her friends so despised. Jack Bass. After his text at the ‘big reveal,’ she’d ignored him. She was going to show him exactly what a boundary was. Those few days of silence surely gave him an idea. Now, she only needed to check in and make sure the lesson had been learned.

After parting words, promises to grab lunch later this month, and enough walking distance between them, Catherine began her roundabout walk towards Jack’s. With a new Gossip Girl surveying the streets, one couldn’t be too careful. Supposedly Chuck didn’t even know about this place, giving the girl just another ounce of confidence — not that she wouldn’t have come without that added assurance. Standing outside Jack’s door, she didn’t fidget with her necklace or nervously tap her toe or try to inconspicuously peek over her shoulder. Instead, she merely knocked, exhaled, and tucked a curl behind her ear.