Naamloos

Thanks but yeah, it was getting scratchy. Meg shaved it for me.

Ah, so she came by after all. Y'had a good time?

#kiddo

Uh yeah, in a minute - I think.

I'll save a piece for ya then. ---- see y'shaved your beard.

#kiddo

Oh hey uh - I ordered some pizza ‘n they were nice enough to leave it by the door ‘n take the money cause I didn’t wanna talk to him. So, it’s there if you want some.

That depends, son --- y'gonna eat some o' it with me?

#kiddo

I’ll be sure to tell whoever is guardin’ him that I’m a friend and not a foe. I’m sure that Jack has a memory on him—he might remember me. If not, I’m sure you can text him to let him know that someone is visitin’. A bit of warning in case he doesn’t like surprises. I know Connor didn’t like any surprises after I got him back..

…Swore that I saw my parents. Like I said, it’s probably just my conscience doing shit to me. Can’t really tell Connor this sort of thing.. Was weird seein’ them the same way they were the day they were killed. I can’t imagine how they’d look older..

#gif chat #spencer crowder #brotp: tris and dodo

It sorta the same for Jackie; routine's best for him right now. Familiarity. People he can trust, y'know? Ah, Spence, I dunno how he'll ever get past this. Boy's strong, but----- shit. How long did it take your boy to---- ?

Y'know I don't do well with helplessness. Sometimes he don't even want me touchin' him.

Your folk? Like... in a dream? That does sound kind'a crazy, Dodo. Then 'gain, you ain't ever been fully normal t'start out with, huh? They talk to you too?

If anything else pops up, a connection or even another shop, it’ll be taken care of. She won’t have anyone or anything. Just don’t do anything too sudden. I’m the ghost here, you’re very much alive.

…He was pretty good around me. He has a morbid sense of humor, but I’m pretty used to that. He’s a good kid. I won’t stay long, I’ll just go to see he’s doin’ alright and leave when I know someone else is going to be there with him. Bein’ alone right now isn’t a great thing, I reckon.

Holidays aren’t much anymore. Yeah, exchanged gifts with Connor and that’s about it. You’d think I’m nuts if I told you …yeah.. No, let’s not go down crazy avenue. I’m chalkin’ what I saw up to just my conscience waking up.

#brotp: tris and dodo #gif chat #spencer crowder

Don't feel right, lettin' y'do all that shit when I should be doin' it instead. I know why, but it don't feel right. He's got a friend o' him with him when I ain't there. Gideon. Make sure t'let him know you're a friend o' mine or the boy'll be liable to shoot you to protect Jackie. Bein' alone ain't no--- but I'm not sure how much good havin' people 'round him he don't know he can trust is gonna be good either, y'know? He'll appreciate it, though; even if he won't show it.

--- nuts? What? What'd you see?

dr-keira-marzano

No problem, you don’t have to tell me your problems and stuff. I’m sorry you have to go through that though. I’m Keira by the way and my mom made those yummy cookies.

Tristan. Well, be sure t'tell your momma I said thanks for them awesome cookies, then. Kinda remind me of the kind my own used to make.

#gif chat #keira marzano

…Yeah, Connor ‘n I wouldn’t mind burning a Butcher Shop down. It’s cold in January, means that there should be a public fire to help everyone keep warm, yeah? I doubt the woman will have much use of a shop when you’re done with her, anyway..

…At least he’s with you… I’m not exactly the best person to call on for cheerin’ others up—but he’s your boy and all—you’re goin’ to be busy goin’ after this Cat woman so …I could visit and see how he’s doing. Doubt anyone will try something at an FBI agent’s home but if they’re stupid then they’ll just have to get past me to get to him…

…He saw me when I got shot in the ass… You’d be there for Ashley if I asked so I figured I’d be there for your boy..

I want everything she holds dear to be taken away from her. Any connection she has to be severed and burnt... so yes, you torch the place until there is nothing left but ash.

Now, I wouldn't mind you visitin' him, Spence, you know that, but Lando tends to drop by sometime so be careful 'bout stayin' too long. Jackie don't really care 'bout it either way, but--- y'know. He did? Ain't that somethin'. He don't usually take too well to strangers.

You had a better holiday than I did, at least?

#brotp: tris and dodo

dr-keira-marzano

I have one whole huge bottle if you want? Ah, you look like you need them. Here, have the whole thing. You okay, mister?

#gif chat #keira marzano #ignore text

That'd be great, thank you, darlin'. --- that's a loaded question at this time, I'm afraid, and not somethin' I'd like to dwell on. But, long story short. Not really.

tristan-mckay

For the record, I didn’t get you an actual gift for Christmas because I figured the information was enough. It didn’t take long to find shit out about her—she isn’t one to really hide. The Butcher of Stockholm owns a Butcher Shop. Irony.

…That’s your information here on the table. How’s your boy doing? Christmas healin’ up ain’t fun but maybe he had you and some others there to make it better.

Butcher o' Stockholm, hm? I bet some folk in the Government and at the Yard ain't gonna be too rightly pleased t'know they gotta serial killer in their city---- after I'm done with 'er of course. Thank you, my friend. This is gift enough.

--- unless y'wanna... a butcher shop y'say? Don't your boy like t'burn shit down?

He got raped, don't think he's gonna be fine for a long while. He's stayin' with me at the moment, so I'm doin' m'best.

#brotp: tris and dodo

dr-keira-marzano

I am so stuffed from Christmas food, I can cry. But help, I can’t stop eating the Christmas cookies. Oh my god. So addictive.

Y'got a few more o' 'em? Feel like I could need the sugar. Ain't had much o' a Christmas.

#gif chat #keira marzano

Hell Followed | Jack + Tristan

Jack wasn’t really looking forward to having to describe to someone what she looked like but he knew it had to be done. If only he could rid the image from his mind as easily as he could probably describe her, that would be ideal but that was just dumb thinking on his part. “Um.. No, it was different.” Not American, or anything Jack has ever heard and it didn’t sound like something he usually heard around here but he really didn’t know what it was. “Remember when we went to that bakery? Sounded like that guy who gave us coffee.” Hopefully Tristan could connect those dots because Jack really couldn’t.

"Just stay here with me, please." Jack wasn’t sure if he could handle being held right now, even if it was Tristan. He still felt dirty and tarnished and even the little bit of contact they had already was bordering on a little too much for him. Inwardly, he was starting to feel anxious about talking about what had happened and he knew there was going to be more and more to come but for now, this was about all he could handle. "Think maybe they can put me in a coma for a year?" Maybe then this would all be easier but that was yet another dumb thought of his because he was strong enough to tackle this head on.

#paras #jack duncan #kiddo

His brows furrowed lightly, knitting together in concentration as he tried to think back on that bakery. So much things had happened, it was hard for him to connect the dots immediately -- but fortunately, his memories with Jack were easier to think of than the case and thus it didn't take him too long to see it in front of him again. "Swedish," he muttered; it had sounded like that kind of accent anyway. Not that he knew much about European accents in general; the best thing he could do was look for the bakery again and listen for himself. Ask a few questions.

With a small nod and a soft sigh, Tris hooked a foot behind the legs of a chair not too far from the bed and dragged it closer without letting go of Jack's hand as he plopped down into it. "I ain't goin' anywhere, like I said." A sad smile curled his lips, dark eyes full of concern and care as he took in the battered form of his boy. "Don't know 'bout that, Jackie, but I can ask the nurses to up y'r dose o' morphine a lil', give you dreamless sleep." The kid would need all the dreamless rest he could get --- when he didn't have the luxury of using painkillers anymore (and no way was Tris going to allow him to become addicted to numb the pain), he'd have to need help coping. But for now... "Whatever y'want."

…she…ate the pieces that she took off of— That’s enough outside time for me today.

…oh, if anyone did that to Ashley, there would be hell to pay, that’s for damn sure.

She touched family—means she gets her punishment for it. As for Joshua, that’s a name soundin’ more like a cult member too. Next you’ll tell me that the nut job drinks blood and bathes in it like a psychopath.

…You’ll get your information, Tris. I’ll make sure it’s good and ready for you soon.

#gif chat #spencer crowder

Boy's gonna be traumatised for damn life. Fuck if I know, at this point ain't much that'd surprise me 'bout them. ... Thank you. Jus'... call me on the private number. She 'pparently got her eyes set'n anyone who's close to Jack's well, so I don't want her on my scent.

Hell Followed | Jack + Tristan

Everything kept replaying over and over in his head, from beginning to finish - from the broken vase up until the moment it all went to black. He could remember wanting to go to that dumb party because of the promise of free booze. He was going to go, get a good buzz and then go back home and wait for Gideon to get off work. Oh how his plan derailed in the most gruesome of ways. Coulda, woulda, shoulda but it was too late for that now. The damage was done and he had no idea how he was supposed to pick up the pieces after this. Being shot by that cop during the blackout had been relatively easy and seemed like a lifetime ago now that he thought about it.

Jack had a feeling that Tristan could connect the dots to what he was trying to say, he didn’t even think that the doctors would know and it made him feel more shame as those events replayed in his head. He nodded his head at his words, feeling more relief on being told that Gideon was on his way, which meant that he was safe and she hadn’t gotten him. He kept nodding his head as the words felt trapped in his throat in that moment and he didn’t like the thought that he inadvertently placed the two of them in danger because of his idiocy but at least they knew. Jack didn’t have that luxury - he’d been drugged before he could think of getting away.

"Remember where it was." At least the place he’d gone to originally but he couldn’t say if that’s where he stayed or if they took him somewhere else. "Can still see her face." He whimpered softly. If anything, at a later date Jack could describe her to someone who could draw it out or something, give Tristan something to work with. "Lots of people there - like a party to watch it. People with money." Everything felt ritzy to him, remembered feeling like he stuck out like a sore thumb. "Another guy, she called him um.." Jack closed his eyes, seeing his face and while he didn’t really do anything, he was her accomplice none the less. "Joshua." Could be a fake name for all he knew but it’s what he had. "Think I heard ‘im call her Cat." The details were a little fuzzy but he wanted to get out what he could remember.

#paras #jack duncan #kiddo

Tris was quiet as Jack talked, feeling like a heavy stone sat in the pit of his stomach, a hand reaching into his chest and squeezing tight. His mouth twisted down at the mention of a party going on while Jack had been tortured ---- the thought of people watching while his boy had gotten... His features darkened, hands clenching into fists. There was no way--- no way he was going to let this slide. Loyal to begin with, but anyone who hurt the people he actually loved... he'd shown time and time again to what lengths he was willing to go to protect them. He'd spent years covering for his best friend, had even shot people in cold blood for trying to implement him. He'd beaten people to a pulp for trying to touch Jack -- not that the boy knew. Sure, he was a lawman and he kept that part of himself carefully hidden away when it came to the job, but -- that didn't take away that he was a man of violence just like Spencer. Just like Gideon showed the potential of being.

"Okay, kiddo." He whispered, hoping that the distinctive shake to his voice wasn't heard. "Once you think y'can talk 'bout it some more, I'll have someone come over to do a drawin'. --- did y'hear 'n accent o' some sort? You think she was from 'round here?" It pained him to ask these questions now, but better to get it over with, like ripping a bandage from a wound, than having to force Jack to revisit it over and over. His own mind would already be doing enough of that; perhaps he'd have to look into finding a therapist for the boy. Someone who specialised in trauma and abuse victim council. "How 'bout y'try 'n get some rest now, huh? I can ask the doctor to up y'r dosage'n I'll be stayin' right here with you. Can even hold you if y'wanna."

'Torture parties'… Not for nothin', but that's a whole new level of fucked up if I ever saw one. Sounds more like she is a cult activist—or a wannabe at the very least.

One of her parties—I’m goin’ to guess someone you know got an unsavory invite to that? …I can see what Connor and I can do about findin’ a Cat with fucked up ideals in London, Tris.

Nah, no justice here. I never did appreciate the way the system worked…

#gif chat #spencer crowder

Not just someone I know, Spencer. Someone who was under my fuckin' protection. Someone I love. Lyin' in the fuckin' hospital with patches o' skin missin', tellin' me that she ate 'em.

And that was before she goddamn raped him! Try imaginin' someone doin' that to Ashley, yeah, then you'd know how I feel. So yeah, the system ain't gonna be workin' out here 'cause by the time I'm done with her she's gonna fuckin' wish she weren't ever born at all.

--- she got an accomplice by the name o' Joshua.

Right. And guessin’ by how you look right now, I’ll take it that somethin’ of yours ain’t doin’ too well. What exactly do you need from me, Tris?