V. salvadorii

Jacob George Nagle. I've been told I'm a little cold blooded. In some circles, I go by Reptile. Maybe it's not the best alias, but at least it's accurate. ((indie rp))

[theycalledmetimeless-achive-dea]

"It's not nearly as tasteful as I pictured it in my head."

Bess snorted and hook her head, trying to get a waiter at her table to take her order. “Nothing every is. It’s always better inside one’s head, when one thinks of the possible results.” She answered, tossing a grin and leaning back, taking a gulp of her hot, black coffee.

(Is this good? ;_;)

[varxnidae-blog]

Eyes wide, Jake leaned further back. Away from her. To safety. "Yeah... It is. It's gonna cost you. Cause this? This is not my problem. Now is it?" He flicked his tongue over his lips, holding her gaze. He didn't have to blink. Winning battles of will was a sting point of his. Always had been. Maybe it had something to do with his vaguely slit-like pupils and hundred yard stare, but he often unsettled people enough that they caved in and gave him what he wanted.

And none of this was his problem, after all. He'd passed the amulet on. So it wasn't any of his business as to whether or not she was okay. He was trying to be nice... "I can't afford the time unless you pay up."

[theycalledmetimeless-achive-dea]

"It's not nearly as tasteful as I pictured it in my head."

Bess snorted and hook her head, trying to get a waiter at her table to take her order. “Nothing every is. It’s always better inside one’s head, when one thinks of the possible results.” She answered, tossing a grin and leaning back, taking a gulp of her hot, black coffee.

(Is this good? ;_;)

[varxnidae-blog]

“You ever realize you don’t make much sense?” Jake grumbled. He wasn’t quite sure why he had agreed to this little lunch date. Date. God he hated dates. “…So, you like that necklace?”

[theycalledmetimeless-achive-dea]

Bess’ eyes sharpened at that, her mouth curling in a scowl. Alright, the real reason why she had asked him to this little coffee shop. She hadn’t mentioned any kind of date, but she did ask if he could accompany her to the small place. “Alright, so, I don’t know where you took the necklace from or what you did to it, but-but…” She stopped herself, gritting her teeth. She couldn’t just tell him everything. He’d think she was crazy. “But some weird shit has been happening with me and that thing.” The nightmares. She was always in a fire in a small, old fashioned room. She was always on the bed, crying as she waited for the fire to consume her.

“So, where the hell did you get if from so I can return this damned thing.” She growled, her dark eyes in a glare. Something told her that the necklace was about to change her life, and she wanted no part in that.

[varxnidae-blog]

Jake just snorted and leaned back in his chair. “Got it from some supplier. It didn’t work the way it was supposed to. I got stuck with it… Now it’s your problem.”

The look on her face though… Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, just passing it off to anyone? Maybe he should help her… The dreams had shook him to the core. Memories of the fire… The horror of feeling his leg crunch under pressure. How it had separated from his body. God. He shuddered and closed his eyes for a moment, not speaking until he was entirely sure of what he wanted to do.

“If you really want… Maybe I could help you return it? But it’ll cost you.”

[varxnidae-blog]

After a solid five minutes of searching, Jake’d given up on ever finding his lighter. It wasn’t a nice lighter by any means, but it was his and he wanted it back. Call it obsessive, but he had a very hard time just letting something go.

He looked up from his search and frowned slightly, snatching it back from her hands with an angry little sound- nearly a snarl. “You should know better than to take other people’s things.”

[secretlypsychometricarchive]

Ara felt her face pale at the noise that emanated from the boy, realizing that she had definitely crossed the line with this slip up. She’d been hoping that the person who owed the object would be a bit more laid back; uncaring of whether or not someone else touched something that belonged to them. 

Unfortunately, it seemed this wasn’t quite the case. Although the girl couldn’t blame him. She had been much the same a few months earlier. “I-I thought it had been left…” 

[varxnidae-blog]

Jake ground his teeth together. She’s taken his things, and yet she felt she had the right to look so pitiful. What a fucking joke. In his experience, people didn’t take things unless they wanted to do something awful to you. It was bad. He should know. He took others things all the time.

“Well it wasn’t. So… So you gotta make it up to me somehow.” Maybe, just maybe, she was young and impressionable to be bent to his will? He might be able to get more than his lighter back out of this if he played his cards right.

[thxphantomlimb-blog]

Eli simply responded with a few slow blinks, far too used to his brother to be frightened by his snappish tendencies. He could glare all he wanted, Eli knew he was right. 

“Shut up…” his voice was softer now, torn between concern and hurt at his last words. The larger man scooted over, wrapping his arm around his brother, “You know that’s not true, you gross little troll. You have me. We’ve got the girls and mom and dad back home. You still know more about sailing and surviving terrible luck than anyone I’ve ever met. You’ve got a lot more than booze.”

[varxnidae-blog]

“’M not a troll…” Jake huffed. He didn’t have anything else to complain about, recognizing his brother was right even in this state. He didn’t have to make things easy for him, though. If he loved anything, Jakey loved being difficult.

He leaned heavily into his brother’s side, though, still too overcome with intoxication to fight him off. “…I juss… It feels good.” It was a weak excuse, yeah, but in the life of a small time villain - really no more than a thug - most things didn’t come easy and didn’t make you feel any better about yourself. He’d been told sex would take the edge off, but when you were like him… “I juss wanna feel somethin’ good.”

[thxphantomlimb-blog]

“Compared to my beauty you are~” he snorted in reply, although he didn’t completely mean it. Just mostly. 

He had to bite his lip at his brothers later words, wanting to scream that he didn’t feel that fucking good right now and that he wouldn’t the next time he did this (a day from now? Maybe two?). “Jake….” his voice was low, carrying a warning note that didn’t last. As soon as the frustration built, it deflated. He wasn’t one to stay mad, and his brother was just…..sad. He was fucking sad and Eli wanted to help but….it was hard. 

“We’ll find something else…get you a hobby or something that doesn’t leave you like this..” he offered weakly, knowing that wouldn’t work but it was the best he had. A half-hearted laugh escaped him, hand squeezing Jake’s shoulder lightly, “Maybe get you a girlfriend. I still have a lot of numbers.”

[varxnidae-blog]

At the mention of getting a girlfriend, Jake found the strength to elbow his brother. Hard. He hated that, hated that Eli never seemed to understand that he didn't want a girlfriend. That, even if he did want one, he wouldn't be able to keep her. He'd hurt anyone he let close to him. He couldn't help it. Destruction was in his nature.

"Shut up," he hissed through his teeth, jaw set in annoyance. voicing all of the reasons he couldn't let someone into his life would take far too much effort for the moment. "You're a dick," would have to suffice.

[varxnidae-blog]

OPEN

It had been another trying day. Jake’d been busted… again. He’d barely managed to make it over the wall before whoever the current flavor of the week vigilante was knocked his head into the concrete. He’d bit the fucker, though. He’d gotten ‘em. It would sting like a motherfucker…

Unfortunately, it left some blood on his face. He sighed deeply and checked around the corner, sighing again when he caught sight of the person heading down the street. Great. “Hey, uh… Don’t, ya know, mind me.”

[larmoyante]

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka (via larmoyante)

[theycalledmetimeless-achive-dea]

"It's not nearly as tasteful as I pictured it in my head."

Bess snorted and hook her head, trying to get a waiter at her table to take her order. “Nothing every is. It’s always better inside one’s head, when one thinks of the possible results.” She answered, tossing a grin and leaning back, taking a gulp of her hot, black coffee.

(Is this good? ;_;)

[varxnidae-blog]

“You ever realize you don’t make much sense?” Jake grumbled. He wasn’t quite sure why he had agreed to this little lunch date. Date. God he hated dates. “…So, you like that necklace?”

[varxnidae-blog]

"Leave my mother out of this!" (perf for carrie)

"Well, you wouldn't be so fucked up if it wasn't for her!" Jake's voice was rising, as was the color in his face. They'd been arguing for a bit now, and it was getting on his last fucking nerve. "So just shut the fuck up. You know I'm right."

[varxnidae-blog]

Sara opened her door to find the face of a stranger staring back at her. She looked down either end of the hallway of her building, not another soul in sight. "Who the hell are you? Are you lost or something?" (legionxsins)

Jake’s eyes went wide. Shit. He hadn’t expected anyone to actually be home… Thank God he’d decided to knock. He licked his lips, cleaning any trace of the acidic saliva he’d been trying to drip onto the doorknob away. “I… Um. Could I interest you in somegirlscoutshit?” Yeah, good save.

[varxnidae-blog]

"...So. Um." He paused and looked down, a frown etched into his face. "You think they'd come looking? Cause... Cause I've got a little brother to look out for, you see, and... Well." He glanced back out, flashing a pained smile. "I dunno, I can't let him get hurt." Looking back at the floor, he shuffled his feet, thinking. "...I mean, I'd die before I'd like them hold him over me. So... You think it would come to that?"

[varxnidae-blog]

Danielle was sure she was being followed as she walked home but every time she turned around, there was no one. She shook her head and was just starting to go through the shortcut through the graveyard.

Truth be told, Jake wasn’t following her. He just need to go this way. There were only so many places to dead-drop things in the city, and cemeteries were one of them. The noise that he let out upon seeing someone - a familiar someone, in fact - heading onto his turf wasn’t happy, to say the least.

He speed up, practically jogging over to her. His leg wasn’t quite cooperating, creaking loudly with every step. He let out another exasperated little groan. “Hey, didn’t you know there are ghost in here at night?”

[varxnidae-blog]

He shrugged. "I used to go fishing a lot? And running... I was in the Navy until about a year and a half ago." Jake bit his lip for a second before peeling off his jacket and pushing his sleeve up to reveal a tattoo of a classic pin-up style sailor's girl. "See? I have more but... You know. Less accessible."

[varxnidae-blog]

                       looĸ αт ᴀʟʟ тнe тнιɴɢѕ I’ve doɴe ᴡʀᴏɴɢ

                                     αɴd тell мe I αм ɴᴏᴛ α

                       ░Ｂ░Ａ░Ｄ░ ░Ｐ░Ｅ░Ｒ░Ｓ░Ｏ░Ｎ░

[thxphantomlimb-blog]

His jaw clenched, trying hard not to snap at the pathetic little bundle he called a brother until he was sure his head wouldn’t pop off with the sound. It was always like this. How many times had he gently warned against his? Too many. He was starting to run out of patience, and that was saying something. Pretty soon he’d be using tough love, but for now….he was just tired.

“Uh-huh,” he replied with a long suffering sigh, resting a hand on Jake’s back, “Sure, totally not a problem. Except that it is, and you’re wrecked right now. You’ve gotta lay off, man. We don’t have the money for this or the health coverage for when your liver fails.”

[varxnidae-blog]

Jake looked up slightly, glaring for all he was worth. His eyes were glazed over and slightly bloodshot, but the venom injected into his gaze was there in full. “Stop tellin’ me what to do.”

His slight movement set his brain pounding against his skull. A low groan slipped past his lips as he pressed his hands closer to his temples, screwing his eyes shut. “’S all I’ve got, man. ’S all I got.”

[thxphantomlimb-blog]

Eli simply responded with a few slow blinks, far too used to his brother to be frightened by his snappish tendencies. He could glare all he wanted, Eli knew he was right. 

“Shut up…” his voice was softer now, torn between concern and hurt at his last words. The larger man scooted over, wrapping his arm around his brother, “You know that’s not true, you gross little troll. You have me. We’ve got the girls and mom and dad back home. You still know more about sailing and surviving terrible luck than anyone I’ve ever met. You’ve got a lot more than booze.”

[varxnidae-blog]

"'M not a troll..." Jake huffed. He didn't have anything else to complain about, recognizing his brother was right even in this state. He didn't have to make things easy for him, though. If he loved anything, Jakey loved being difficult.

He leaned heavily into his brother's side, though, still too overcome with intoxication to fight him off. "...I juss... It feels good." It was a weak excuse, yeah, but in the life of a small time villain - really no more than a thug - most things didn't come easy and didn't make you feel any better about yourself. He'd been told sex would take the edge off, but when you were like him... "I juss wanna feel somethin' good."

[secretlypsychometricarchive]

varxnidae

“Um…was this yours?” She’s smiling sheepishly at the other, slowly removing her fingers from the object. Ara knows that it’s not her place to go about and touch other’s personal belongings, but after having to go so long while wearing her gloves, it’s hard not to use her hands as often as she can. Actually being able to feel texture was nice.

It was normal.

“…Sorry.”

[varxnidae-blog]

After a solid five minutes of searching, Jake’d given up on ever finding his lighter. It wasn’t a nice lighter by any means, but it was his and he wanted it back. Call it obsessive, but he had a very hard time just letting something go.

He looked up from his search and frowned slightly, snatching it back from her hands with an angry little sound- nearly a snarl. “You should know better than to take other people’s things.”

[varxnidae-blog]

Lilo and Stitch {Sentence Starters}

"No more caffeine for you."

"This is my family. I found it, all on my own."

"Oh, you are such a pain!"

"'Ohana' means 'family'. 'Family' means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten."

"You sure it's a dog?"

"You know, you wreck everything you touch."

"I'm sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face."

"YOU! You're the cause of all this!"

"Don't leave me, okay?"

"You're just jealous 'cause I'm pretty!"

"Did you catch fire again?"

"Give us a sign you understand any of this."

"She likes your butt and fancy hair."

"Leave my mother out of this!"

"Does this look infected to you?"

"You are so finished when I get in there!"

"I remember everyone that leaves."

"You can never belong."

"Then why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?"

"Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!"

"Leave me alone to diiiiie."

"I prefer to be called 'Evil Genius'."

"I need someone to be my friend."

"This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size."

"We're a broken family, aren't we?"

"My friends need to be punished."

[varxnidae-blog]

Sara opened her door to find the face of a stranger staring back at her. She looked down either end of the hallway of her building, not another soul in sight. "Who the hell are you? Are you lost or something?" (legionxsins)

Jake’s eyes went wide. Shit. He hadn’t expected anyone to actually be home… Thank God he’d decided to knock. He licked his lips, cleaning any trace of the acidic saliva he’d been trying to drip onto the doorknob away. “I… Um. Could I interest you in somegirlscoutshit?” Yeah, good save.

[varxnidae-blog]

He nodded at the not being human comment, smiling broadly and showing all of his wickedly pointed teeth. “Just a guy. It’s hard to tell when they approach you in a hood.” He’s shifting from foot to foot, nervous. It’s causing the joints in his prosthetic to creak loudly, but he’s staunchly ignoring it. “Three of them. Big guys.” He holds a hand well above his head for emphasis. “Big guys. I’d never seen them before, but they offered good pay.”

[legionxsins]

Sara’s eyes went wide and she pulled the guy by the collar into her apartment, closing the door behind her. “Look, whatever you do, you cannot go back to them. They’re bad news, and if your life is something you value you’ll listen to me.” Shit this is not good. They’ll kill him or worse.

[varxnidae-blog]

Frowning deeply, Jake pulled away and straighten his shirt. "Why? You know those meatbags?" He scratches his scalp, biting his lip while he thought. "...And they'd kill me?" ...He laughed. "Well shit."

[themellowwitch-blog]

reblog if you'd truly miss me if I deleted.

[varxnidae-blog]

Danielle was sure she was being followed as she walked home but every time she turned around, there was no one. She shook her head and was just starting to go through the shortcut through the graveyard.

Truth be told, Jake wasn’t following her. He just need to go this way. There were only so many places to dead-drop things in the city, and cemeteries were one of them. The noise that he let out upon seeing someone - a familiar someone, in fact - heading onto his turf wasn’t happy, to say the least.

He speed up, practically jogging over to her. His leg wasn’t quite cooperating, creaking loudly with every step. He let out another exasperated little groan. “Hey, didn’t you know there are ghost in here at night?”

[varxnidae-blog]

He cleared his throat and clicked his tongue, leaning forward slightly for a better look. “…Just get whatever’s got the highest proof. I don’t wanna feel this.” Jake shudders again, more than a little frightened and on edge. Goddammit.

[buckybarneslittlesister-blog-de]

Danielle nodded and grabbed some rum. “Not the strongest but it’s still gonna burn.” she poured him the drink and handed it out to him. “What’s got you on edge?” 

[varxnidae-blog]

He let out a bark of laughter. “Shit, nothing except the fact I have to obediently go get my ass handed to me.” A quick flick of his wrist swirled the alcohol in the glass as he watched it intently before downing most of it in one gulp. “…The usual, I suppose.”

[buckybarneslittlesister-blog-de]

Danielle nodded and asked. “So…what do you do exactly?” she sat down, closing the cupboard and took a sip of her whiskey, watching him. “Sounds like a dangerous job.” 

[varxnidae-blog]

"Run packages. That's all. Like... Like a delivery boy or something." He nodded slowly, this was what he meant to say. Keep it all very vague, so he couldn't be pegged for one specific thing. "I just have a... strict boss."