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@wayward-merrow
What's your opinion on yourself?
//He's being a brat and not wanting to answer this one.
"I don't feel like I have to. Do I have to share everything with the bloody world?"
//No, but it's nice to and polite to answer the question. You ARE nice and polite aren't you?
"No."
//Well then.
What is your opinion on adapting?
"I never really had to adapt? I was raised human."
What's your opinion on Victoria?
"Victoria is my tree. I like to rub against her like a cat and scratch my back on her bark."
What's your opinion on humans?
"I want to trust them, and then at the same time I'm afraid to. So even if they prove to me that I can.. I'm still wary. If that makes sense?"
[A Vision]: Jamie//Joey [Past Para]
Joanna nodded at Jamie’s question and thought about it for a moment before finally answering him. “Yes I try tea with milk.” She agreed with a smile on her face. “I try most things once and I trust your judging.” The Salamander winked at him as she carried the mugs over and put them down on the table for them. She was actually quite eager to try one of her favorite drinks made a new way. It was cute how easily Jamie got distracted by the cat but it was quite obvious that Stevie wasn’t enjoying the way he was speaking to her, the look on the her face and the way that her tail swayed back and forth said it all. “It be okay, she get over it.” Joey assured the Merrow so he wouldn’t get upset over the animals reaction. “She is wise beyond her young age, she think she’s adult and not baby.” Joey answered in a soft voice as though she was trying to keep her cat from hearing it. When he asked again about the vision she stiffened a bit, they were having such a nice time and he had finally seemed to relax, Joey hated the thought of getting him all upset again. “Well there not be much more to tell you than I already did.” She relented because he did have a right to know. “It be very brief, visions not be very strong in my human form and I pass right out after it happen. I see you in pain, hurt badly and then that was it.” Joey frowned at just the thought, racking her brain for anything else she could remember but nothing came to her.
Jamie laughed and shook his blond head, “No worries love, she’s a cat. That’s just the way they are by nature.” He smiled and began pouring milk over the steeping tea in the mugs of water. While they waited for their tea to finish, the Merrow’s curiosity overcame him and he just had to know what it was that Joanna had seen. He trusted her enough, but it was more the fact of being humiliated than anything else with the Salamander knowing just exactly what had happened to him.
As the noirette spoke, filling him in a very vague way, Jamie just stared at the table top for a long moment before speaking softly. “So you didn’t see what actually happened? Just that I was hurt and in pain?” He questioned in a soft tone. It was obvious by the makeshift cast encasing his right hand that something had happened. And of course the blond would try to make a joke of it.
With a shrug, Jamie let out a thin, high laugh and showed her his bandaged arm. “I was trashed, and I got angry and lost a fight with my bathroom mirror. It was nothing at all.” He lifted his shoulders in another shrug but wouldn’t lift his eyes to meet hers. Instead he began dunking his tea bag for a few moments before squeezing it out and laying it aside to add the sugar.
Trying to Move On || Lydia & Jamie
Dia tried to meet the Merrow’s gaze as he began talking. She was intrigued by his words, especially since the conversation suddenly felt so similar to the one she had shared with Devlin when they had first met. The memories of that day threatened to bring the tears back, but she fought against them. No need to lose control for a reason Jamie couldn’t detect. However, as his story continued, her heart went out to him and when he mentioned the late Phoenix’s name, the tears finally broke free, silently flowing over her cheeks.
Her hand began moving of its own accord, lifting from the table as if to stroke his scar, but she was able to detour it quickly enough that she instead simply imitated his comforting gesture by placing her hand over his on the table. She managed to return his smile with a sad one of her own, even with the tears still slowly carving their way down her face. Once he was finished with his story and she felt in control of her voice, she daintily cleared her throat. “Thank you, Jamie. I really appreciate that. And…I’m - I’m sorry about your parents. I never knew mine, but I couldn’t imagine knowing them and losing them like that. This is hard enough.” A single tear made a path down her cheek, and she reached up to brush it away. She hadn’t wanted to cry in public, and yet here she was, weeping in the middle of the coffee shop. She should have known that would happen; It seemed she couldn’t go very long anymore without crying.
It suddenly occurred to Dia that Jamie had shared a very personal story with her, and she should probably reciprocate. She didn’t know what it was about the blonde, whether it was because he was a fellow water creature or because they both knew the pain of loss, or maybe it was because of what they had gone through at the farmhouse, but Dia wanted to confide in him, to trust him. She took a deep breath before beginning a story, the whole of which she had yet to tell even Alex.
"I didn’t actually know Devlin that long. It was only a month or two, which - for people like us - is more like a second or two. But he had lost family, like you, and it had sent him to a dark place. We had that in common - I was born a different person than I am now,” Dia hoped that Jamie could see in her eyes what she could not communicate verbally in public, “and I did some bad things before I finally…changed. And so we bonded quickly - we had similar interests, and he always treated me like I was some precious thing that needed to be cared for and protected. At the Halloween Parade, we…we found out that he’s-er, was possibly the father of Eva’s baby - they happened before he met me - but that gave me an opportunity to step back from him. To distance myself. And I probably should have, because before I came to Atlanta, I didn’t have the best track record for keeping friends alive. But I didn’t, and that was actually when we finally made our relationship official. Fast forward two weeks, and we were happy - before the camping trip got seriously screwed up…..then we went on that search party for you and Angel and the human. We had barely gotten into the woods, it couldn’t have been ten minutes after we crossed the treeline, when the Mare - though we thought she was that little girl with the awful laugh - appeared with the other hillbilly Mythics. One of them, I’m not sure who, fired a shotgun at me. It would have killed me if Devlin hadn’t gotten in the way…..” Dia’s voice finally trailed away, the tears having returned with a vengeance. She looked down at the coffee cup between her hands, no longer able to form words until she could get herself back under control.
Jamie immediately felt abashed, shrinking back from the onslaught of tears he no doubt caused. "Dia.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to make things worse." The boy pressed his lips together into a straight line and gave the Rusalka the saddest eyes that he could fathom without trying before lowering their oceanic depths to the formica table between them.
In an attempt to make it up to her, what he had done by drudging up horrible memories, Jamie told his own story. Maybe it would take her mind off of her own plight and focus on something else for awhile-- even if it caused him pain in the process. That was just how the Merrow was, he preferred to hurt so those he cared about didn't. Instead, Lydia began to tell her side of what happened.
The boy's eyes lifted to the noirette's, meeting their sad glacial depths and nodding in understanding. He knew not all mythics modernized, that some had been different in the past and now were trying to change. He got that, and he held no judgement against her for it. It was only in her nature as what she was.
Bringing his tea to his lips, he choked on the scalding liquid at Lydia's words. "Eva?! Him too? How many bloody fathers are there? Are sirens that much of a bunch of slags?!" He said this loudly-- and quite bitterly as well, drawing eyes to them.
[Theme Song] Papa Roach - Scars - [@]
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut My weakness is that I care too much And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel
[Current] The Cure - Just Like Heaven - [@]
"Show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream" she said "The one that makes me laugh" she said And threw her arms around my neck "Show me how you do it And I promise you I promise that I'll run away with you I'll run away with you" Spinning on that dizzy edge I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed of all the different ways I had To make her glow "Why are you so far away?" she said "Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you"
[How He Sees the World Part 1] Alice Cooper - Brutal Planet - [@]
We're spinning round on this ball of hate There's no parole, there's no great escape We're sentenced here until the end of days And then my brother there's a price to pay
It's such a brutal planet It's such a living hell It was a holy garden That's right where Adam fell It's where the bite was taken It's where we chose to sin It's where we first were naked This is where our death begins
[How He Sees the World Part 2] Black Veil Brides - In The End - [@]
In the end As my soul's laid to rest What is left of my body Or am I just a shell? And I have fought And with flesh and blood I commanded an army Through it all I have given my home for a moment of glory In the end As we fade into the night Who will tell the story of your life And who will remember your last goodbye Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die.
In the end As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh) Who will tell the story of your life? In the end As my soul's laid to rest What is left of my body Or am I just a shell? And I have fought And with flesh and blood I commanded an army Through it all I have given my home for a moment of glory (I gave it all) In the end As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh) Who will tell the story of your life (oh whoa oh oh) And who will remember your last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh) Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to die Born a saint Though with every sin I still wanna be holy I will live again Who we are Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory In the end As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh) Who will tell the story of your life (oh whoa oh oh) And who will remember your last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh) Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die In the end As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh) Who will tell the story of your life (oh whoa oh oh) And who will remember your last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh) Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die Who will remember this last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh) Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die Not afraid I'm not afraid to die Not not afraid I'm not afraid to die!
Beauty Among War | Grace & Jamie
Grace’s mumbled curses were quickly silenced when she noticed someone running after the photos. A thankful grin beamed across her face. She flinched when she saw him stumble a little. There was no way she’d be able to apologize for her foolishness of allowing the photos to escape end up being the reason he earned some form of injury. She saw a photo in the corner of her eye tumbling its way passed her. Grace slammed her hand down on it so the paper did not continue its flight.
She looked up to the man as he settled himself near her. She returned his smile with one of her own. A light blush decorating her cheeks. She didn’t allow the disappointment of the couple of photos that had managed to sneak away.
“It’s not a problem, if I’m lucky the negatives are still safe.” Grace took the offered photos gingerly and stacked them together as neatly as she could. The tear in the package wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought. The quick tearing had popped them out and lead to the current predicament.
“Grace,” she introduced quickly. She stood up once she was sure the photos were secure in the package and held out her hand.
“Thank you, for your help, Jamie. It means a lot. Especially when people would rather ignore someone in distress.” She let out a sigh. The fact people would just continue walking both frustrated and disappointed her. Her eyes met his, the smile had turned into a questionable pout.
“Are you visiting by any chance?” Grace asked. Though an English accent wasn’t something uncommon, she rarely came across anyone that did not have the so-called “standard” American accent. Then again, her living in Atlanta for the past three years with such a solitary lifestyle, for the most part, didn’t exactly help with meeting people.
Kneeling before the brunette as he tried to straighten the stack of photos he had plucked from the wind and up off the concrete like flyaway leaves, Jamie gave the human a a charming lopsided smile. "This is why you should use a digital camera love, although I understand completely the beauty of physical photos." Said the Merrow.
"Grace, lovely to meet you." He joined her on his feet once more and clasped her extended hand with his own right one which was oddly and a bit eccentrically covered in one fingerless black knit glove. Nodding his head to her thanks, the blond boy laughed softly "Well, I'd only hope someone would do the same for me one day if I ever needed help. Although the way people are these days..." He shrugged hopelessly with a gentle lift of his shoulders. It was obvious he didn't really hold out hope for humanity as a whole.
Jamie gave the Human a quizzical look, tilting his head in confusion for a moment before looking sheepish and flushing with embarrassment. "Ah! No, I moved here several years ago. I'm from London originally. What about you? Are you from here? Atlanta I mean?" The boy stumbled over his own words as he tried to speak properly.
[Freddy Krueger Dreams]: Jamie//Victoria
Victoria fell into a fit of laughter, unable to stop it from bubbling up from her throat. She did her best to stop but the laughter just kept coming. Jamie always seemed to bring that out in her, as if he was giving her permission to be joyful. It was one of the things she loved the most about him.
Her eyebrows rose and her eyes got wide when he spoke again and she grew a bit embarrassed. “Oh, I didn’t even think of that! I’m so sorry.” she laughed nervously “I guess I’d forgotten that you were sick for a second.” She dipped her head down to sip at her tea as he moved away towards the couch, her cheeks growing flush.
She turned to face him when he mentioned pizza and a movie, only to laugh again at his next comment. “Ok, that sounds good. But what movie did you want to watch?” She poured another cup of tea and made her way over to sit next to him on the couch.
Jamie couldn't blame her for forgetting, it was his own damn fault after all. Maybe he should let his pride go and ask her for that job she had offered him before. He just wasn't keen on disappointing someone else-- and he knew nothing about medicinal herbs or plants in general. What if he killed them? Or ruined things somehow? What if he annoyed her to the point she wanted rid of him? Swallowing hard, the Merrow attempted a smile and patted the empty futon next to him. "Come on."
Looking thoughtful for a moment, Jamie grinned "How about Casablanca? Or Midnight in Paris? Or some old Fred and Ginger film?" At least he knew he had quite a few movies Victoria would enjoy-- and some were sweet, old fashioned romance films as well.
Once the Dryad sat next to him, he moved closer and reached for his cell phone on the makeshift crate and cinderblock coffee table between them and the console television that actually looked like it was some huge monstrosity out of the 80's instead of some modern electronic. "What sort of pizza do you fancy?" He asked with a smile, scooting closer to her.
Trying to Move On || Lydia & Jamie
Dia nodded at the blonde’s response. It seemed no one in Atlanta was the same as they were before the weekend. Maybe this was just Dia’s bias, but everything had changed, and the atmosphere around town reflected that. And then came the question that Dia knew would be the most frequent one she would hear. But then, what else was there to say in this situation? She may have only known Devlin for a short time - especially to a creature with her life span - but in that small window of time, he had become one of the most important people in her life. She had found in him something that she didn’t think she would ever find, but he had been ripped from her by a psychotic Mythic. What words encompassed that tragedy?
Jamie’s questions slowly registered in Dia’s mind, and she took several moments to consider them honestly. After a short while, she finally spoke, though her eyes remained on the untasted coffee between her hands. “I’m…I’m functioning. I’m out of my hotel suite, and I’m showered. Bright side, right?” At that, Dia attempted a small smile as she finally looked up at Jamie. “I haven’t really talked to anybody since I got back to Atlanta…Joanna has been as helpful as she can, but I haven’t really reached out to her. Normally I would go to Alex, but I know he’s going through his own struggle right now and I don’t want to burden him with mine.” Dia shrugged, once again dropping her eyes to her coffee. The truth was, all of her friends had gone through trauma this weekend, and everybody was hurting. As much as she wanted to lean on someone, she couldn’t bring herself to burden anyone else with pain they didn’t need. And, while she was being honest with herself, the one person she would have gone to in a heartbeat was no longer available. She could feel the tears building behind her eyes once more, but she refused to let them fall. Not in front of Jamie, not in public.
Jamie made a split decision and took a deep breath as he reached across the table and laid a hand over Lydia's in an attempted gesture of comfort as he quickly retold his own tale of loss. No one had ever heard this before now, not in the full detail he was about to give. "I know how it feels to lose someone important, and I just wanted to share that with you, because I'm here for you if you need someone." He gave her a gentle smile.
Leaning closer so as to not be overheard, Jamie launched into it. "I grew up in a boarding school in England because my parents were involved in the rebellion there, they kept me away for safety reasons I assume. But one night when I was seventeen, they came for me and we moved here to Georgia. At first it was Savannah, everything was rather good for a year until the judgement caught up with them-- or I think it was them anyway. Either way, we were going to the beach that weekend, I was upstairs packing when I heard the gunshots." He paused to look down, splaying his fingers as his palms lay flat on the table, the right one oddly encased in a black fingerless knit glove. "I came downstairs and saw them dead on the kitchen floor. My mum was dying.. like how.. Devlin died. Similar. I screamed and the man turned and shot me too." He lifted the hair on the left side of his face, revealing a long scar from his temple that disappeared into his hair. "I bled a lot-- head wounds do-- but he had just grazed me and thought I was dead. I woke up later that night.. my parents dead.. and took off. Then I came here." Jamie chewed his bottom lip as he looked back up at her. "I don't know why I told you that, but I did. Maybe to show you that we have a kinship somehow." The blond gave the Rusalka a watery smile.
"And you can burden me anytime you fancy, I'm a good listener, and it'll take my mind off of my own problems for a short while to focus on a friend's." Jamie's smile that time was a little wider-- hopeful-- as it quirked upwards.
Blackout || Delilah & Jamie
Good. A still semi public place. The park she could handle. If he’d said back to his apartment, she’d have gone straight back into Logos. She wanted answers but the human wasn’t stupid. She meant to stay alive as long as possible to find out who killed her sister. And now, to find out what it was about this weekend that she’d forgotten. No…that had been taken from her. Her mind felt almost violated, and it gave Delilah a sense of dread. She didn’t like the fact that someone had been in her head, that someone had taken such an important event since her coming to Atlanta.
The human returned his smile with one of her own, hopefully one that told him he was doing the right thing in confiding in her. If he’d recognized her…he obviously hadn’t done anything to hurt her. None of them really had. At least…not the ones she’d talked to so far. And she believed them. The way they treated her was proof enough of that. Constance had told her she’d tried to save one of theirs, and maybe that had instilled some kind of trust with them? She hoped so. The more they trusted her, the more she’d be able to ask questions about her sister’s death.
Looking up at the tree, Delilah sat down close to Jamie, tucking her long legs underneath her body and pushing her hair out of her face. “I don’t remember anything from that night. The strongest thing that’s come from it, is the sense of deja vu when I see the faces of people I’ve obviously met before. Like yours…I may not have known who you were, but something nagged at me and told me that I actually did. Suppose, that’s kind of why I followed you, even though you’re a relative stranger,” she said with a small laugh, giving him a smile. “What I’ve been told…Horrors. Beyond my wildest imaginations. People died…Constance told me that I tried to help her in saving one of them…a man. But he was just…gone. She told me I showed up drugged and sick…uninvited. And that’s…really honestly all I know. Unless…you can tell me more, Jamie?” She asked, almost a pleading tone in her voice. The investigator in her need to know the whole truth and nothing but the truth. No matter how bad it scared her or how bad it hurt.
Jamie would never invite a stranger to his home, let alone a human who could for all he knew be working for the government. Similar to Delilah, while he had once been naive enough to trust her quite easily, now it was different. Being used twice by sirens, treated like shit, kidnapped and held in a cage while being tortured with cattle prods-- yeah-- he wasn't as keen on so easily trusting someone as he had once been. Of course he would slip up a time or two and do just that, but the wall around his heart was slowly being built higher and stronger with every slight done against him.
Letting out a long breath, Jamie blew a stray lock of golden hair out of his eyes and stared at Delilah a long moment after they had settled in the grass. He listened to the human speak, fidgeting with the fingerless knit glove that only covered one hand. "We were cabinmates in the woods. I think you were taken there against your will. I don't recall too much after Noah and Angel vanished, I was kidnapped you see. Held by psychotic mythics in a cage for two days, poked and electrocuted with a cattle prod. I don't remember much before I was rescued from that barn." He continued tugging at the hem of the glove, toying with the rings on his other hand. Nervous gestures.
Staring off past her as if he were looking into another time, Jamie murmured "I think they were experimenting on the humans there, trying to turn them into mythics." He whispered before his jewel-like sights moved back to the redhead's, a look of utter despair apparent in their depths.
Beauty Among War | Grace & Open
Grace ran a hand through her hair as she stepped out of the post office. In her other hand was a manila package barricaded by tape and stamps. Her eyes followed traced the neat font written on the front. A large grin danced across her face at the familiar name. She shook her head in good humor at the poorly drawn cartoon character in the corners. She recognized the style from a good friend of her brothers. The very name that was printed on the package in fact.
Joseph Burne
Her brows knitted together, curious as to what her brother had decided to send this time. The last gift she received from him was a book written in Arabic that she still was unable to translate. She doubted that she’ll ever be able to read it in its native tongue. The writing was beautiful, but she had no urge to learn the language. Thankfully he had sent a letter with it explaining what the book was named in English. Arabian Nights, or 1001 Nights some called it. She had managed to snag a copy from the local book store and had yet to finish it. The tales that she had managed to read were intriguing. Capturing her attention and whisking her away to a land far beyond her imagination.
Grace shifted the package to her other hand as she crossed the street, changing her route at the last minute to grab a quick pick me up. Dark hair temporarily blinded the young woman because of a passing breeze. She clutched tightly to the package as she fixed the trouble hair. She tucked her hair behind her ear, moving out of the way of a passing couple, and continued her walk in silence until she reached her destination. Arden’s Garden. She grabbed a red apple juice and a berry bar, handed her money over, and took a seat at one of the free tables on the sidewalk outside.
She took a sip of her juice before deciding to open the package. The layers of tape made it a rather difficult task. Grace bit the inside of her cheek as she heard the package tear. Physically flinching at the loud noise. She noticed that some of what was inside had managed to spill out. Photographs. They started to tumble away as another wind passed by.
“Shit,” Grace cursed loudly, clutching the package close as she tried to get the escaped photos. They were quickly making their way down the sidewalk. People walking would step out of the way, continuing on with their life.
“Thanks for the help, bastards.” She mumbled underneath her breath as she reached down to pick up one of the photos. She stuffed it into her pocket and made off after the other two. Pleading wasn’t something that she enjoyed doing, but maybe, just maybe, someone would be polite enough to answer: “A little help? Please?”
Jamie was across the street from Grace, cursing under his breath at the amount of funds left in his bank account. Something was going to have to change or either he would be homeless this month or starving-- maybe even both.
Turning away from the blasted thing, he headed across the street to find his way back to his motorcycle but soon found himself watching as almost in slow motion, the package of pictures the brunette held fell apart and photographs went spilling onto the sidewalk. Hurrying forward, he scooped them up as they blew away from her and towards him, dodging feet and ignoring curses from passerby he nearly tripped on his way. But finally he had grabbed all but one or two that he couldn't catch and came to kneel in front of Grace.
Breathing hard from exertion, the blond gave her an adorably lopsided smile and continued scrambling for the photos to help her get them off the pavement before another gust of wind scattered them like leaves. "I got all of the ones that blew down the sidewalk but I couldn't catch two of them. Here are the rest." Said Jamie breathlessly, holding the photos out to her. "Nothing worse than losing important memories. I'm Jamie by the way." He added, his voice accented, definitely English.
[Freddy Krueger Dreams]: Jamie//Victoria
Victoria fell into another set of giggling laughter. She had a bit of a sassy and silly streak in her, that only came out with certain people. With nearly everyone else, she was distant and shy. It took a certain kind of person to bring her funny streak out and Jamie seemed to be one of them. She liked playing along with him, even teasing him. He always seemed to keep up with her which only boosted her confidence more.
"Thank you, dear" she said in-between giggles. At his next words and childish gesture, she whacked him lightly on the arm. "Well if I was a tree, it would be acceptable for my legs and arms to be hairy, you goof. The hairier, the better!" she winked at him, teasing.
She made a disapproving face when he said that he didn’t have anything to eat. “What would you do without me, hmm? Probably starve to death.” she teased, poking him in the sides. “Well you know, you haven’t taken me on a proper date yet. This would be about the moment that you asked me on one.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him, laughing again.
Over the past few weeks Jamie had become withdrawn and even snarky with everyone but Victoria. He was quiet, more reserved-- but also quite a bit more reckless as well. Victoria and Joey were the only people that really saw his true self anymore. Other than them he was terrified of letting anyone get too close or letting others in, the fear of being hurt and taken advantage of again too much to ignore.
Jamie made a face, flinching under the playful smack the Dryad gave his arm. It still didn't wipe the wicked smirk from his lips though or the giggling that fell from his lips. "That must be one bloody hairy tree then!" He quipped, standing and quickly ducking away from her reach so that she couldn't smack him again.
Raising both eyebrows questioningly, the Merrow let out a bark of laughter. "You expect to go on a date right now? When I smell like the rectal cavity of a large animal and have a hangover? Are you mad?" Jamie asked, making a move for his tea before heading back out to the sofa. "How about ordering pizza and watching a movie? We never did get to do that." He looked thoughtful, "I'll take you on a proper date soon, I'm the boy, let me ask on my own." The blond looked back at her, sticking his tongue out in a childish gesture.
What is your favorite tattoo on your body?
He has a tattoo on his leg of a bird called a house martin that goes back to roost at his parents' house every year in England. He considers it a reminder as to his roots and where he is from.
What's Jamie's favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
Compose, write music or even play it. Most of the time he'll sit in the window and play his guitar and make up songs in his head. Either that or read a book.
