#p: jayden

[ashesxoftheinnocent]

Calculating Loneliness||Hollis && Jayden

@mr-croft

Hollis remembered his first few encounters as slave very vividly. Most of them were with the trainer at that time, Mr. Croft. He remembered the man telling him that he was too old to be rented and that he would be there for God knows how long. He also remembered his first punishment, which was also by Mr. Jayden Croft. It was hard to forget a punishment though.

Never would he think that he and Jayden would ever be on speaking terms, let alone terms that would, maybe, consider them to be friends. Or at least good acquaintances. Or maybe they were neither and Jayden really just wanted to rent someone for free and decided to give Hollis a shot. He had no idea but, but regardles, the man rented him for a whole day and was gonna be stuck with him. Hollis was hoping for the latter, for Jayden's sake.

The guards escorted Hollis to Jayden's home, staying close behind him, believing that Hollis was a flight risk. In all of his time in Sterling, he had never tried to run. He got in plenty of fights, but never ran. With a huff, he lifted his hand and knocked on Jayden's door a few times before slipping his hands into his pockets, his blue eyes shifting around the area as we waited.

[ashesxoftheinnocent]

Down In Flames||Hollis && Jayden

mr-croft

Hollis was moving swiftly down the street, wanting to just escape from the slave house. Just for a bit. He didn't care where he went, he just had to go. His mind was suffering from being there so long and Hollis just wanted to feel normal for a bit. Rather than going to the Grind like he normally would, he decided to just keep walking. Hollis had a pretty idea as to where he wanted to go.

Before long, he was approaching the building and he sighed softly. The Chateau. He really needed a drink. Stepping inside, he waited for a moment for his blue eyes to adjust from the brightness that was the sun to the much darker room and once it had, he began to walk forward, ready for one place and one place only. Hollis had grabbed what little money he had and was ready to drink whatever it would get him.

Sitting down at the bar, he sighed softly and folded his hands over one another as his shifted his eyes around, looking around for the bartender. Last he heard, Jayden worked there. He and the man had their...confrontations in the past, to put it simply, but Hollis was okay with putting it behind him. There were much worse at the house now than Jayden ever would be.

[slave-brooke]

hall of fame || jayden

Brooke had been more then a bit surprised to hear of her latest rent. Mr Jayden Croft himself. She supposed it wasn’t unusual for him to rent his own slaves, obviously, but she was surprised that he had chosen her. She kept silent though, nodding at every instruction she received, glad she was allowed to wear something comfortable for once as per his request. She dressed in a pair of jean shorts, which always had been some of her favourite things to wear- and a baggy, silly shirt that she had missed the scent of, the feel of. Jayden hadn’t seemed particularly flirty, or sexual towards her, but maybe it was all in his game plan. She didn’t quite trust it though as she approached his office, knocking on the door quietly, politely.

Jayden so far had been a perfect source of information. And strangely enough, he actually wasn’t as bad as Brooke had been warned about. He was almost... Fun. He was silly, dramatic, but also easy to speak to, to get along with. He didn’t have as short a fuse of an anger as it seemed others did here, in this strange city. 

Still, she knew to be on her best behaviour, just because she had been lucky in the past it didn’t mean she would be lucky now. Any one wrong step and she’d be punished severely, and that terrified her. As the door swung open, she offered a wry, unsure laugh. “Mr Croft.” She greeted quietly. “What a surprise. And pleasure, of course.” She added, before he got the wrong impression or thought her to be rude. She enjoyed having him provide her with information, after all, so  she needed to be extra careful to keep him as a source, especially for future articles or stories she would write. She couldn’t afford to lose him. 

mr-croft

[addiegrant]

Debts and Dinner || Jayden and Addie

This was ridiculous. This was not something she would have ever picked out for herself. Never in a million years. Addie lived in shorts, tanks, and boots, not sparkly dresses. This wasn't even part of the deal. But no, Addie had already protested and that got her no where except him saying they would just go to Robert's restaurant. So instead she slipped on the dress, put on a pair of heels she borrowed from Hannah and looked in the mirror to make sure she didn't look too ridiculous.

Addie stood there studying her image. It was unfamiliar that was for sure. The sight of herself in a dress was not something Addie was used to. Besides it being a shock to see her dressed... so nicely, Addie was also blown away by the dress itself. The material was richer than anything she had ever worn before. Absentmindedly, her fingers gently rubbed the lush material between forefinger and thumb. Sighing, she pinned her long brown curls up and tugged at the hem of her dress before she decided that it was just something she'd have to get use to. Walking out of the room she headed for the stairs. Addie made her way down them, and once down made her way to find Croft. He owed her big time for making her wear this dress. 

[fckbryce]

hard math & bad pizza || brayden

Bryce trekked down the street, clinging to the straps of his backpack. He seemed to always have that thing on his back, its contents ever-changing. This time it held an old geometry review book and some of his current assignments that he figured he might as well get done. He was nervous about going to Jayden's house for the first time. The fact that her 'family' or whatever wouldn't be there made it just a little bit easier. His relationship with her was so weird to him. Bryce had never had a best friend before, nor had he ever even remained just friends with a girl. The boy was dead set on not fucking any of this up though, at least for the time being. He took a few deep breaths and enjoyed the Autumn air as he trotted up to the front door. After a few quick knocks, he folded his hands together politely behind his back like his mother always taught him too. He smiled childishly and leaned forward a bit towards the door, "Open up, Simba. It's me... the ax murderer - here to murder you with my ax."

[submissivekhumm]

PM: Cameron told me that you were planning to send Blaine to go get him. I'm already on my way over to McKinley to get him. So if he prefers to come to you, I can drop him off there.

[PM] I was about to send him, yes. But I'd appreciate that, thank you Sir. 

[clarissaknight]

Sunday Explorations || Jayden & Clarissa

Clarissa twisted the final braid around her bun and smile at her reflection in the mirror. "Perfect." She commented to herself. She stood up and grabbed her jacket from her bed. Jay would be there any minute. She was actually surprised she'd agreed to go exploring with him. It wasn't that she didn't love the idea of wandering around New York City -- though the idea did make her a little nervous. It was more that she'd agreed to go hang out with anyone at all. She wasn't the most social of people back in Accord, her best friend was probably her cat or her dad. But while living in NYC? She was meeting new people, going out, the only thing that seemed to fall short lately was her writing.

Maybe she could write something before she left? Clarissa snagged her notebook and a pen from her desk and wandered to the couch. She flipped open the book and ran her fingers over the filled pages. So many words, she thought. She found the end of the writing and clicked her pen. "Time to write." She mumbled to herself. The words that poured out of her weren't of any importance, they weren't deeply romantic or wistful. It was just words. But the words were a description, like a sketch of a person. She wrote about every detail trying to get it right. It wasn't until she filled three pages that she realized she was writing about her father.

Clarissa sighed. She closed her notebook just as someone knocked on the door. She cast a quick glance at her watch and smiled. Clarissa opened the door and tilted her head at the clean-brown-haired boy in front of her. "Perfect timing." She mused, despite it being few minutes past ten. "Ready to go and try to explore the city?" She closed and locked the door behind her. "Meet anyone new since I left you earlier?" Clarissa asked, trying to fill the silence as they walked.