#thread jay

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@elysiumxii

Jay was never known for his patience. Doubly so when it felt unnecessary and mind-numbingly boring to wait around.  Insulting even. Standing around for the rest of the team to do a job which had never needed multiple people. Slowed down by red tape and paperwork. PPE checklists, sounding off constantly like echoes down the overly clean corporate hallways. Enough to drive a man to say fuck OSHA.

So, that’s what he did. Maybe not quite fuck OSHA, but fuck the code of conduct and workplace practice guidelines they very strongly hammered in when he arrived.

Ferrying random-ass creatures between rooms for supposedly more qualified individuals to poke, prod and potentially kill was hardly a four-person job. He could do it alone. Wrenching open the first latch of the door, that familiar hiss of suction let out around the rubber rim, followed quickly by something else. Discordant muttering, chattering, noises, getting louder. Jay stumbled back from the latched door and scrunched his eyes shut, pushing his palm against his ears, trying to block the nonsense sounds and voice.

Whatever it was inside slammed against the partly open door, the metal straining under the force, pulling Jay’s focus back. Maybe PPE checklists weren’t red-tape bullshit, because the warning sign about ear guards was annoyingly clear once he’d already fucked up. As he scrambled to pull on the ear guards, the creature reared back to push into the door again. Oozing flesh roiling out through the cracks, dozens of small eyes and mouths blinking and moving, turning towards him, before they were sucked back in as it prepared to bear down on the door again.

Slamming his full weight into the door, Jay tried to get the first latch done back up, reseal everything properly, he’d still get shit for it, but at least it would be contained. Both of them hit the door at the same time, the second security latch giving way with a metallic screech, and sending Jay flying back, as the hallway burst into deafening alarms and strobing red lights. The fleshy mounded form spread out to fill the space as it slumped into the hall, slimy wet gunk seeping out across the floor.

Well. It could’ve gone better.

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@welcometothemonsterhouse

Matt pulled the quilt half over his face, turning around to face the wall. "I need you to work in the shop today and...I'll be back tomorrow. That's all." He coughed. 

Jay scoffed, ignoring the dismissal and walking over. Homemade soup placed on the table nearby. “Yeah, store can be closed one day. You look like shit, and I don’t fancy loosin’ the only stable job I’ve had cause my boss went a got himself dead by being some big stubborn lone wolf dipshit... Eat the soup.”

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@welcometothemonsterhouse

Like children, the had been bickering and fighting as usual, but today Jay seemed even more on edge. More moodier, more snappy, just more of everything. And it was getting on Matt's wick.

"Stop -" Matthew intended to grab at the other but he was quick and shifty as usual - instead he used his other hand, grabbing a fistful of the boys short hair by the room and accidentally pulling a little too hard.

Jay had been intentionally trying to rile Matt up, sometimes he needed someone to push back against, someone who’d react. And react Matt had, in a way Jay didn’t expect. His breath caught, a broken gasp which edged into a groan. Tightly wound and tensed up posture slacked under the sudden pressure, a response that came all too naturally.

After a few awkward quiet moments, just the sound of a radio in the garage, Jay swallowed down a lump in his throat. “Any way we can go back to bickerin’, and you just forget you heard that?” Heavy eyes looked Matt over. Acting before his brain could catch up and stop him, Jay added, “Or go ahead and do that again and follow through on it.”

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@idontkillorphans​

Fenrir took the offered flash and had more then his fair share from the contents, he hummed pleasantly before handing it back, at least listening to the boys words instead of outright disagreeing with him.

"Asshole what talk?" Fenrir scowled, not understanding this young boys talk. His scowl quickly fell into a mirrored smirk. "Me being empathetic? Nah. It get's in the way of good work, good food and good fucking." He spat as if it were truth. "If it doesn't benefit me then what's the point. Theres no place for heart in our work."

“You’re buying me a round to make up for that, jackass.” Jay snorted, pocketing the much lighter flask. It was refilled for free every time he got left unattended near alcohol. At that time, it was a decent mid-shelf whiskey from the office of a one-night stand.

Jay eyed him up and down, “Only thing I agree with there is the good fucking bit, don’t want someone getting weak when you want it to hurt. Rest  of that is bullshit.” He reiterated, “Always a place for heart, specially in food. Don’t taste near as good if you don’t mean it when making it.” It probably wasn’t worth arguing, most people would never change their mind about anything, but he’d always find something to be contrary to with anyone. Helped when he meant it.

After a few seconds, Jay grinned, “You really not know what reddit is? Online epicenter of incels and edge lords?” Another few moments of nothing as he mulled over that strange potential, “You ain’t missing nothing, it’s just weird.”

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@seudxnimx​

A few weeks had passed since Jay had last set foot in Thomas Coffee and Books. He’d gone to ground with total radio silence as well, his usual way of leaving any potential friendship or connection, the second he was certain it was going to go badly, that he’d used up all the slack they’d given him, and made it clear he wasn’t worth the hassle. Something he felt for sure given his stellar performance and attitude last time. 

It was close to closing, Jay had been waiting around until the customers thinned out, when he finally entered, taking his sweet time to meander over. Procrastinating every step of the way, stopping to look at some supposedly interesting books, or skim over a newspaper someone left on a table. Eventually, he made to the counter, to Elijah, and handed over a paper bag full of cookies.

“Didn’t know what kind you liked, so there’s a bit of everything.” He mumbled, shrugging lazily, acting as if he hadn’t taken ten minutes to walk ten feet through a store. “Thanks. For, you know,” He scruffed a hand across the back of his neck, it should’ve been simple to say, but it wasn’t, not for him, “Not turfing my ass out when I showed up high as hell. Even if you were a shit host.” Jokes were easier, being an asshole was easier, “Figure you likely saved me some bail money, or a screening at the free clinic, can’t really go makin up for that, so...Cookies.”

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Friends in low places - Open rp

Cold fluorescent lights, flickering constantly in that almost imperceptible way they did, did nothing to counter the sickly yellowed hue of once clean walls stained by decades of negligence and hard use. The second his name was called, Jay sprang up, waiting by the holding cell door before it even rattled into action.

Ink stained fingers shoved his phone and wallet back into his pockets, ignoring the ongoing lecture and deluge of information about court dates and sentencing. It didn't matter. There were ways of erasing those problems, but less so vanishing while under lock and key, not without raising suspicions.

"Took you long enough," He laughed, wrapping an around his savior's shoulder and pulling them quickly towards the exit. Sooner they left, the better chance of getting out before anyone questioned the name he’d signed or the ID he’d shown. "Come on, man, I'll buy you some waffles, cause you sure as shit aren't getting that bail money back."

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@magical-boy-toys

Robin had been on his bike, heading home from visiting his eldest brother, when a car hit him. It had come out of nowhere and everything was so sudden.  Robin didn't even realise what had happened until he was laying on the ground with people telling him not to move. Everything went black then for the next thing him to see was the inside of an ambulance. Robin didn't remember much of that as everything went black again shortly after.  

Robin was laying there in the hospital bad, he was badly bruised, his arm was broken and there was some scratches here and there. Overall he'd been quite lucky. But he'd hit his head hard. He was laying there unconscious. The horse were assuring Jay that Robin would wake and the doctors were certain nothing permanent had happened. It was more a waiting game for him to come to.

Hours passed and Robin was still laying there. He hadn't stired once. The nurses came in regularly to check in on Robin and Jay. Making sure they both alright. But he finally opened his eyes slowly. Looking around him to see Jay. He was disoriented, he didnt have much memory of what happened or a clue on where he was. The only thing he knew was that everything hurt right now. "H..h..heard Snoopy... w..why do I need snoopy?" He asked weakly.

Jay fucking hated hospitals, couldn’t stand the hum of fluorescent lights, the awful beige and white walls everywhere. Nothing about t was calming, just irritating, same as the constant check ins and reassurance. It got grating fast. Every time a nurse showed up, he started to worry again, too many bad experiences with ERs, where nice nurses were the most trouble, so he hadn’t engaged, a nod if they spoke, but nothing more. The less he said, the less they had to use. It was easy enough for his focus to be elsewhere, his hand light over Robin’s.

The voice cut through all the hospital noise, Jay’s attention snapped up to confirm. Weak, maybe, but it was Robin’s voice, from the man in front of him, not some grainy home video or phone message. Right there in front of him. For what felt like the first time in hours, Jay took in a breath, the rest of the world around them fading out, the noise, the lights, gone.

“Cause you got hurt, and you know the damn rules.” He sniffed, eyes  red and tear shined. Jay scrubbed hard across his face to try and hide any signs, only smearing a damp streak instead. Grasping the little tin, his hands shook, jostling about the paper inside. Grip so tight that his knuckles turned to red then white as he tried to hold onto his resolve. All the stress held back by that hours long breath threatening to break in now they were together, now the rest of the world seemed gone, and he was past that pure survival.

“I thought,” He took a deep breath, “You scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t, if you’d...” He sputtered a laugh, unable to look away, no matter how much he wanted to hide the ugly red face and threatening tears. “I love you.”

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@deletreatualma

Charlie had just managed to set the heavy box down on the nearest flat surface, a soft huff leaving him at the words he heard. Whether it was due to amusement or exertion was anyone's guess. Green-flecked orbs focused on Jay and he simply shrugged at him, "so you want me to pick it back up so I can drop it on the cement for you?" the soft grin on his face was likely going to earn him some lip from Jay but it'd be worth it.

“Bit damn late for that now, don’t ya think?” Jay scoffed, it definitely wasn’t a huff of exhaustion, still recovering from the crate he’d had to struggle with to lift. “Don’t go doing me any more damn favors, I can deal with these myself.” As he spoke, Jay glanced over to the cart, still piled high with at least three more crates of animal feed and supplies. With an exaggerated shrug, Jay stepped away from their work, “Hell, who gives a damn, yeah? Long as it gets done.” And as long as Charlie didn’t catch on. “You wanna go playing strong man, go right ahead.”