Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
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Post by Iris Weata on Nov 28, 2014 23:37:07 GMT
Every time Iris closed her eyes she was transported back to that warehouse, her brain conjuring up memories of the time she'd spent there. Some times she was sure she could feel the cold seeping into her skin, like the hospital bed had been replaced with stone floor, or the the bright, clean lights were replaced with strange lighting that changed through out the day and left unusual shadows dancing along the floor and walls, and it almost felt wrong not to have a handcuff clamped around her wrist now, even though she'd left there 4 days ago now. It had felt like she'd been there weeks, but now she knew she'd only been there days, close to a week. Still, it had been far too long for her, she'd experiencing too much of that unbearable pain, heard how her yells and screams echo'd off the concrete walls too many times. Some how, though, she'd made it out alive, and was a lot better off then she could have been- that wasn't to say she wasn't injured, though, but all her injuries were more or less temporary, broken fingers, fractured wrist, cuts, bruises, things like that. She'd only been made to stay in the hospital for so long so she could have scans done, making sure there wasn't anything big wrong with her, and here she was safe, away from too much harm and strangers. Here they could control who saw her. She currently pretty jumpy around people, but of course that was too be expected. She'd had police and doctors trying to question her since she'd come back, really, but she hadn't been able to give any real answers. Today, though, she was feeling a bit better, stronger, she'd be able to go home in the next day or two, which she was beyond happy about. All she wanted was to get back the slither of normality she had left in her life, not that she had much normality to go back too. Today, though, she felt like she was more herself again, and she'd agreed to see people that weren't her parents or doctors, even though she wasn't sure if anyone would actually come. She was sat up in the room, doing her best to brush her hair, which was more difficult then the thought it'd be with only one hand and not all her fingers being usable.
She practically given up, sighing and lowering the brush onto her lap when the door opened, and looked over expecting to see her mum, but instead laid eyes on someone who defiantly was not her mum- Jasper. Memories of everything Oz had told her about him flew back to her, and she sat up a bit taller, not completely sure what to say. Hi would be a good way to start, she told herself, but the word didn't reach her lips.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
274 posts.
17 years old.
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I am Male.
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Post by Jasper Gold on Nov 29, 2014 11:23:25 GMT
Something was wrong, that much Jasper could tell as soon as he walked in the room. Iris wasn't nervous around him, no, but there was an uncertainty about her, like she didn't actually know what to do or say. He couldn't think of anything he'd done since they'd last seen each other - or, maybe it was more what he hadn't done? Could she be confused as to why he didn't go to her rescue, or was it something really simple, that he was clearly just overlooking? He had no idea. All he knew was that, on walking into the room, he immediately just felt awkward, and apparently so did Iris. He hung in the doorway, almost nervously, tall frame leaning gently against that of the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he bit his lip, honestly having no idea what to say in this situation. Normally, he'd probably just throw in some comment that Iris would definitely regard as douchebaggy, and then she'd roll her eyes and tell him to fuck off and he'd end up having to apologise... Maybe a dickish comment wasn't the right way to go.
"Sorry," he finally spoke up, flashing a small smile her way before quickly following up, "I would've been here earlier, but Winston decided that it was time for a family tea tasting trip." There, that'd do. It was the truth, and it wasn't something Iris was likely to give him shit about because, let's face it, she loved Winston. He was practically a running in joke between the pair of them, as no one else really know who he was, and so never really understood when he was brought up. It was nice, to pretend that this was a completely normal situation for once, and that one of them wasn't sat in a hospital bed. Honestly, Jasper still didn't know how to feel about that. He mostly just felt guilty, his mind running over all the things he could've done to help - all the things that he didn't do to help. Sure, Iris' parents hadn't asked him to do anything, hell, he was fairly sure they didn't even know he and Iris were friends, but that didn't mean he couldn't have tried, right? And then maybe, just maybe, Iris wouldn't still be in hospital.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Nov 29, 2014 14:30:08 GMT
It was obvious as soon as Jasper walked in that it wasn't just her who didn't know what to say. Why he felt awkward, she didn't know, maybe he fault bad for not helping her? She doubted it, he had killed his own father, after all, and hadn't seemed to feel any remorse. He'd even gone on to tell her what a dick his dad had been- even if he had been a horrible person she didn't understand how he'd done it. She understood why he'd had to kill Sky's dad, he'd had to protect all of them, but even then she was sure he didn't feel any guilt. So, she'd be lying to herself if she thought he felt bad. She fiddled idly with her hairbrush as he finally spoke, a light smile coming to her lips at the mention of Winston, she didn't know why or how, but mentions of Winston always managed to bring a smile to her lips- maybe because he'd only ever really been brought up during good times, so she just matched Winston to good times. But, she knew that they couldn't just talk about Winston the whole time, and she knew she had to say something, so she waved him over so they could talk, not that she really knew what to say. "Shut the door? I need to talk to you properly"
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
274 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Jasper Gold on Dec 1, 2014 0:49:33 GMT
Shitshitshit, the 'I need to talk to you' was never a good sign. Jasper only knew this because he'd said it to so many people in the past, using it whenever he wanted to break up with someone, but wanted them to know they were going to be broken up with before he'd actually done it. The 'we need to talk' line, in all it's different variations only meant one thing, and one thing only - a shit storm was going to go down. He didn't want this. He didn't want this at all. It was mainly because he honestly had no idea what he'd done wrong, other than be absolutely useless in the efforts to find her when she'd gone missing, even if he had had a lot of other things to be worried about too.
He should've been there. He should've helped.
"Uh, sure?" he replied, walking into the room properly and pushing the door closed with the back of his heel, making the movement look as effortless as possible, without really even trying. Part of him wanted to go stand by her bed, but he wasn't sure just how severe the topic of conversation was going to be, and didn't want to end up stood next to her whilst she accused him of something horrible - something he couldn't rationally explain. Instead, he stood opposite the bed, gaze settled delicately on her, not daring to look anything but confused, if not a little worried. He really didn't want to argue- he'd only come to see if she was okay - but he had a feeling that was all he was going to get.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 1, 2014 19:38:52 GMT
For a just second a look passed over Jaspers face and Iris was sure he was going to have a heart attack. But no, no one collapsed, and he instead regained his calm composer and walked over to her, shutting the door with his foot. Honestly, she already regretted asking to talk to him, as she had no idea what she was actually going to say to him. How was she even suppose to bring up something like this? It wasn't something she could really just bring up, so what was she supposed to do? She let her eyes fall to her lap, trying to think of a way to phrase what she actually wanted to say. It didn't help that she had mixed feelings on the whole killing his dad thing. But, her lips began working before her brain did, and soon she was awkwardly stuttering out works. "Uhm, so, like- i don't even know what i'm saying. So, when i was there, this guy was questioning me about loads of stuff- you, Liam, what was going on with the whole supernatural stuff, but i know basically nothing so," She gave a quick, breathy, uncomfortable laugh "that's basically why i'm in here- anyway, he told me about you're dad- what you did..." She left it like that, her eyes flickering up to him to gage his reaction. Would he even care that she knew now? She didn't know, but she felt like she should at least tell him she knew.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
274 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Jasper Gold on Dec 12, 2014 23:33:07 GMT
Shit.
She wasn't supposed to know about that. Not that he minded, really. Jasper had figured he'd have to explain sooner or later, he'd just kind of hoped that it'd be later. The reality was that he wasn't all that bothered that she knew, it's not like she was stupid enough to go to the authorities about it (not that he'd mind if she did, even he figured it was about time that he paid the price for it, even if he was positive he'd done the right thing). He just didn't want to have to explain himself yet. He didn't want to talk about all the things that were wrong with his family before his dad died, and all the things that had been broken since. He just - he wasn't good at explaining his family. He cared way too much about them to ever tell people their faults. Instead, he just stood in silence for a minute, face contorted into an almost concerned frown as he tried to figure out how to reply.
"I was going to tell you-" he attempted, but quickly stopped as he realised how pathetic he sounded. It was like he was trying to make excuses, when the reality was that he didn't have any excuses to give. Drumming his fingers anxiously against the wall behind him, he sighed before adding, "I can explain, if you'll let me." There was a certain nervous quality in his voice, almost as if he didn't expect Iris to let him. Honestly, he was just waiting to see how long it took before she just kicked him out and told him not to return.
After all, how could she stand being friends with such a monster?
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 13, 2014 23:02:36 GMT
"Okay" Iris should have just told him he was a bastard, should have told him to leave her room there and then, but for some reason she didn't. She gave him a chance. She really needed to stop giving people chances, but she decided that this time he deserved it as this was actually the first time he'd ever lied to her. He'd told her he was a werewolf, answered her questions on anything supernatural, and, really, he hadn't even lied to her about this. He'd just never told her. So, she'd give him a chance to be honest again before she did anything rash. She laid her eyes on his face, waiting for his reply. She didn't know why he'd done it, just that he had, so maybe, hopefully he'd enlighten her on what had caused him to murder his own father. It may take some time, but she had hope.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
274 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Jasper Gold on Dec 14, 2014 11:55:17 GMT
Jasper bit back a sigh, not quite sure where to even start. His dad was the one person that had single-handedly managed to ruin the lives of everyone in his family; disgracing the Gold family name behind closed doors and clever pretenses. Honestly, he wasn't sure he'd be able to explain everything without collapsing in on himself internally, and leaving Iris to pick up the pieces of a person that she wasn't even sure if she liked anymore. Hands beginning to shake slightly as he thought about it more, he quickly crossed his arms and sat down in one of the chairs next to Iris bed. He knew that, chances were, she wouldn't want him as close to her as he was, but he couldn't explain everything whilst stood up; he'd only end up weak at the knees and that'd end in collapse. He couldn't let her see how much it killed him - how much his dad haunted him to this very day.
"Most people think it's simply just because I wanted to save Liam - it's no secret that, when he was diagnosed as terminal, I did everything to save him that I could. I mean, the guy is my best friend and, unlike me, he's actually not a shitty person, and I couldn't stand to see him wither away when I could save his life." He paused, knowing that this wasn't really what she wanted to know, and yet telling it anyway. He was trying to ease himself in, truth be told, confessing all the half truths and the falsities that he'd let people believe before completely coming clean - knowing it was the only way to get through it without becoming just another teenage boy with daddy issues. "But, my dad wouldn't do anything. He wasn't really one of those people that liked to save lives or care about anyone but themselves. It was just all about control, all the time." There was another pause, and he took a shaky breath, images of his dad conjuring in the back of his mind before he could stop them. It was a face he would never forget, a face so angry that it'd burned itself into the back of Jasper's head, a man so hellbent on playing God that he was willing to take his family down just to prove it.
"He - uh - he refused to save Liam, and so I used to tell people that I killed him to become alpha and save his life, when the reality is that I couldn't have given less of a shit about being alpha; I would've thrown money at Liam and his family to give him treatment before I ever intended to turn him into a monster." He shrugged his shoulders lightly, acting as if the whole thing was no big deal when the reality was that he was still annoyed at himself for not finding another way to keep Liam alive - way that didn't destroy his chances at ever being normal. He'd always been a good person, and now what was he? A murderer, and it was all his fault.
"I just wanted to save my mother," he explained quietly, head bowed slightly so he could stare at the ground, refusing to look at Iris at this point. He'd never spoke about this before, and he'd never really planned to, and yet he knew he couldn't lie to Iris. He would never lie to Iris. "I mean, he'd always been a controlling person - in his eyes there was always something that was wrong, always something that could be fixed - and it was usually mother's fault, according to him. She wasn't allowed to leave the house, wasn't allowed to really do anything unless she asked him first, and the day he died was the same day my mum was meant to have her first shift at a charity shop just outside of town. We're not sure how but he must have found out because he dragged her to work that day instead and-" Jasper's breath caught in his throat and he almost choked on his own nerves, not even realizing he'd started crying until that moment. "-and let's just say it wasn't the first time that she'd come home accidentally injured whilst there. Only this time, it wasn't just a face covered in bruises or broken ribs... He'd taken the acid they use in the factory and poured it down the middle of her face. If she wasn't a werewolf, it would've killed her." He fell silent one last time, shaking his head as he covered his hand with the sleeve of his jacket, quickly brushing the tears away. He'd never told anyone before, and he didn't know what to do now; it's not like he felt any better.
"I just wanted to save my mum - I didn't care what happened to him."
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 15, 2014 22:58:38 GMT
Iris really wished she hadn't made him explain, as the answer honestly hurt her. It wasn't just hearing about everything that his dad had put his mum through, but watching him shaking and crying made her heart bleed for him. Her original shock and anger had disappeared and been replaced with something she couldn't name, but it was so much worse then all the physical pain she'd suffered through the last few days, and nearly brought her to tears. She wanted to reach out and hold him, or at least take his hand to comfort him, but both were near impossible for one reason or another. She felt terrible for every bad thought or word she'd ever thought or said about him- of course he was going to be fucked up after all that. Her hand twitched towards his for a second, but she stopped herself from reaching out, because she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now.
Her lips parted, willing words to come once he'd finished speaking, but nothing came for at least a minute, but that minute stretched out like years. Eventually, she gave up leant over to him, her battered arms managing to snake around his shoulders and cradle his head in a way, holding him the best way she could. It wasn't much, but it was all she could do to comfort him, and herself. Finally, Iris found some words and actually said something. Her voice was soft, as soothing and light as she could make it. "You're not a shit person, okay? Anyone would have done the same given the chance. He was a monster, not like you. What you did was right." She couldn't tell how much her words would actually help him, or if they'd help at all, but she hoped they did. She really did believe he was a good person, and what he'd done was right. Anyone would think the same, she was sure.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
274 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Jasper Gold on Dec 19, 2014 15:57:02 GMT
Jasper struggled to find the words to reply. He was torn for what to say, part of him afraid of speaking whilst the other part was just too relieved that it was now over and out there to even say a thing, just reveling in the idea of having his conscious clear of what he'd done. Well, maybe it wasn't exactly clear, but it was eased slightly, the idea that maybe he hadn't done a horrible thing by killing his dad a weirdly comforting. Sure, he still felt like a horrible person, just less of one, and that was all that mattered, right? It'd do for now, at least. And he still managed to find words, mouth opening before quickly closing again as he realised he didn't know what to say yet - that there were too many thoughts circling in his head for him to dare even trying to talk. Instead, he just focused on calming down, knowing that the relief that washed over him would only be short lived if he couldn't stop crying.
Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, he forced a weak smile for Iris, still trying to find a delay so he didn't have to speak for a minute or two, instead reaching for her hand in silence and squeezing it lightly, taking closing his eyes momentarily as he stole away some of the pain she was feeling - something he'd meant to do when he'd arrived, even if things had gotten tricky before he could. He was trying, at least, and the pain was the kick he needed to pull his head back together again.
"Yeah, I know-" he cut himself off, realising that he'd automatically gone to lie to her and re-assume his position as self-loving douchebag, when it was pretty clear already that he didn't actually feel that way. There was no point lying now, was there? Not that he could ever recall actually lying to her face properly. Even when taking the piss, he'd still been honest... Shit. He must really like her.. Or maybe it was just hard to lie to someone who was so down to earth and honest? "Thanks, I just - I think there could've been better ways to handle it - I could've found a way to do it without hurting Levi. I just - I somehow manage to hurt people no matter what I do, so..." He trailed off, realising that he was rambling slightly now, his unsureness over what to say slowly turning to aimless rambling instead, something he didn't mean for Iris to endure.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 20, 2014 23:02:45 GMT
The fact that Jaspers veins had literally turned black when he had taken her hand gave her something to think about while Jasper regained his composer. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, and she didn't think either of them particularly minded. They'd been together in silence enough times now to actually make it comfortable between them. She was pretty sure that just being in the presences of each other eased their minds, made things a little easier to bare, but then again maybe that was just her and he just felt awkward right now. Still, neither of them spoke for a while, he was obviously thinking about something, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't read his thoughts through his face. Everytime she thought she might be seeing something it was like it dispersed, and she just couldn't wrap her head around it. She forced herself to stop thinking about that quickly, though, shutting her eyes for a moment as she realised he had taken something away from her, possibly her pain. She told herself she'd thank him for it later, and probably ask about too, but for now there was other things to concentrate on.
"I still think you did the right thing. It could have been her next- i know that's a horrible thought but, uh, in a way you saved her, and she might not have seen that at first because he was her dad no matter what, the only once she'll have but she'll soon see what you did was good. I'm sure she will" She'd never really had a proper conversation with Levi, so she didn't actually know if she would see it. All she had to go off was what she'd been told about the girl and what she'd do in that situation, so it was just a guess. She was only trying to make him feel better, something she'd probably just done the opposite off without realising.
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