Supernatural
Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
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I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on May 19, 2022 17:11:46 GMT
The chill of the walk-in freezer was always hard to shake. It settled in his bones, slowing his movements and lining his arms with an army of goosebumps. He’d always figured that being a werewolf meant things like this wouldn’t affect him anymore. He supposes a part of him must still be human. Or he was as cold-blooded as people accused him to be. A snake–he was familiar with the nickname. Murphy shook out his arms, shoulders shuddering as he rattled with a shiver. He’d always been smaller than the others, more frail and less sturdy. In the pack, he’d been the only one to be turned and not born. He wondered if that made them look at him as less than, but he knew that wasn’t true. Stil, he was bitter and pessimistic and liked to think the worst of people to make himself feel better. He’d fought so hard to distance himself from that sick boy. From hospital rooms and needles plunged into his veins and the burn of his lungs as he fought to breathe. He thought that boy was dead, but now–as he runs his rough palms over his forearms–he thinks that will never be completely true.
Murphy stepped away from the refrigerated area of the grocery store and back into the storage room. It was a grand space–tall ceilings and brimming with merchandise. Jensen was the first to get a job here. The guy was all high and mighty thinking he was accomplished as he bagged groceries and helped women load them into their cars. Fucking goody two-shoes. Murphy didn’t hate him, far from it. Not that it was easy to tell. He ragged on the boy often, the two butting heads more than getting along. An angel and a demon. The light and the dark. They were separate ends of the spectrum, but they cared for one another. Of course they did. He had encouraged Blake and Murphy to apply, knowing they needed money and were desperate to stay out of their homes. Blake was hired as a cashier, a handsome face and charming smile who could get people to donate and purchase unnecessary extras like no other. On the rare occasion he was bagging, he’d follow the ladies to their car and come back with their number and a pretty little secret on his lips. Murphy, however, was banished to the back. As much as he preferred it, he couldn’t help but be offended. He was too cold, too brooding. Customers wouldn’t approach him and he was fine with that. He stocked the shelves and organized the storage room away from the eyes of customers and supervisors alike. His shifts tended to be in the evening because of school, often lasting long past the store’s closing hour. He liked those moments, when the store was dim and the doors were locked–when he could take his time stacking cans and refilling bins of fruit. He liked being alone.
Music hummed in his ears, some knock off Airpods pressed deep into his ears to keep them from falling out. He frowned at the remaining boxes, knowing there wasn’t enough to justify him staying an extra hour for a little more cash. If he asked, Ashton would give him a credit card and tell him to go wild, but he couldn’t. Blake could, but there was something (pride) stopping him from just taking from the Pines. Ashton had given him so much. A family, a home. He’d given him life. He’d be nothing without the alpha, without his friend. Once upon a time, he’d harbored a crush for the boy. That flame has withered out to mere admiration and devotion and loyalty. Ashton wasn’t interested in guys and as it was, Murphy wasn’t too interested in relationships. It had been a silly thing no one knew about and he’d break a noseif someone accused him of it.
Murphy shook the last of the cold from his bones. He’d finished stocking the freezers and refrigerated areas and had only the breakfast aisle left. He carried the three heavy boxes easily to the aisle, able to use his supernatural strength when no one was watching. The lights were so low that the cameras wouldn’t pick up the sight–not that anyone checked the footage anyways. He dropped the boxes and kneeled beside them, plucking the cereal boxes out of the cardboard container. His head bobbed along to the beat of the song, mindlessly filling the empty slots as he thought back to the discussion he’d had at lunch with Erin.
He’d known. Of course he’d know. Like Blake, Murphy was prone to carrying secrets in his pockets. He was more tactile with using them, less obvious. Ashton was cheating with Erin. Poor little sweet Jade was so fucking clueless, but the pack had known for months. Only now, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t. Erin had all but said the words herself with her little slip in heart rate. Ashton was in a fucking mess, but he wasn’t alone. The pack would have his back, though, maybe not all of them. He caught himself frowning at the thought of Sabrina. He was still on the fence about her return. He wasn’t one to forgive and forget but he was a good boy when daddy Ashton gave him an order. He huffed to himself, wondering what Blake would do. Sabrina was friends with Jade. Not close, but they’d spent a fair amount of time together. Blake was on Sabrina’s heels like a dog in heat, so fucking obvious with his feelings for her that it made him gag. What would Blake do if Ashton got caught? Who would he choose if Sabrina gave him an ultimatum? Murphy wanted to believe he’d stay loyal to his alpha, but he was always the one to doubt.
He supposed it didn’t matter. Ashton wasn’t so stupid that he’d let anyone he didn’t trust catch wind of the affair. He hoped.
The last of the boxes settled on the shelving, teetering for a moment before going still. Murphy dragged the cardboard containers to the back, smashing them down before double checking that everything was done and of course it was. He was a shitty person, but not a shitty worker.
The downside to working past closing was that he rode here with either Blake or Jensen most shifts. They’d leave school and come straight here. He never saw the point in wasting gas, but as he locked up the store’s back door, he found himself regretting once more not splurging on the few extra dollars it would cost him to drive himself. The crescent moon was high in the sky, doing a poor job at illuminating the parking lot, but the scattered lamp posts made up for that. It was only about nine, an hour or so after the store closed, but late enough that there was no traffic in the area. That made spotting the lone car in the parking lot pretty easy.
It was familiar, and as a little redhead popped out of the driver’s side and smirked at him, he found himself rolling his eyes to mask his surprise. Jamie King was someone he tolerated–which, for Murphy, meant she was a friend. He’d met her through Blake, finding her easy to talk to after he’d binged a few drinks at whatever party they were at. Blake would chat with her for a while before finding some skirt to chase after, leaving them alone to mingle. Over time, they found themselves talking at school and sitting beside each other in class or at lunch. She took his snide commentary pretty easy, but not as well as Sabrina or Erin. Though, he supposed he did like her better than them. Sabrina was a traitor and he couldn’t trust Erin for shit. If she was willing to fuck her twin’s boyfriend? Well, he didn’t expect her to keep her word for anything. Plus she was a thief. And a fucking bitch.
“Well if it isn’t the little mermaid,” Murphy called as he closed the distance, voice lifted with curiosity as he pulled out his ear buds and stuffed them in his pocket. It hadn’t taken him long to get the truth out of her. A kitsune with an affinity for water and a head of scarlett. Very fitting. A little on the nose. She didn’t like when he called her Ariel so of course he always did. “Long way from the ocean, Ariel,” he chastised as he came up to her car, “The fuck are you doing here?”
That was as friendly as he got.
He remembers vaguely telling her in math that he worked tonight and she was just sweet enough to remember that he’d complained before about having to walk home when the boys left earlier than him. He didn’t know how that made him feel. He really didn’t like being in someone else’s debt and didn’t understand that this was just how friendships worked. He didn’t have friends. He had the pack and that was family.
Murphy leveled his eyes on Jamie as he crossed his arms over his chest, the blue sparkling in the moonlight as his lips pressed into a line. It was a Murphy smile and she knew that.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on May 23, 2022 21:35:09 GMT
There was no air in Beacon Hills, or, at least nowhere where Jamie felt like she could breathe. Head under water? Sure, she felt like she could breathe a little easier there. Well, until her body felt incredibly overwhelmed and like she was going to explode if she didn’t somehow manipulate it to her advantage. It was impossible to walk around Beacon Hills without feeling she had to glance over her shoulder. Jamie wanted to go home, to head back east across the county to her dad. To safety and familiarity. At least she had Lottie and Willow. Sophie had gone off to join the rest of the Gold pack, wherever they’d all run off to.
Jamie didn’t feel like she could say she had Rose, not anymore. When they were younger and Jamie had visited with her mother, she and Rose had been thick as thieves. Both close in age and always up to chase each other around or create far too detailed make-believe stories. They’d been firm friends. Then they had to go and get older. If only they could have remained nine forever. At age ten both of their lives changed. Double digits apparently meant that it was time to learn the truth about the world around you, and by coincidence, your family’s role in that. Except that’s where it got tricky. Whereas Rose’s side of the family got to live comfortably in their role as hunters, Jamie’s parents weren’t so fortunate. Jamie’s mother – and by connection, Rose’s aunt – had been brought up in the ever-successful King hunting household. Those two sisters? They weren’t lucky enough to be told when they were ten, no their parents believed it was easiest to drill it into their kids from the moment they could read. Harsh reality. Whilst one sister took most of it to heart, the other was less sure. In Jamie’s mother’s eyes, how could something be seen as evil simply for existing? Their differences only grew when they moved to Beacon Hills just before Rose’s mum started high school. Rose’s mum grew close to the other hunting youth whilst Jamie’s mum secluded herself more and more. She’d spend enough time with them to save face and to play along but tried to find as many opportunities as possible to take up other activities, as surely there was more out there than learning to fire a bow at a target. It was years of unlearning the reality that she’d been taught but Jamie’s mum got there. She even brushed some of it off on her sister, not that it was enough to stop Rose’s parents getting together the moment their graduation caps flew into the air. Love based on killing. How romantic. Jamie’s parents took a few more years to meet, and what a meeting that was. It was a story Jamie had begged and begged to hear once she knew the full truth behind who her parents were. They’d always indulge her pestering as she stared up at them in awe of their bond.
Jamie’s mum graduated a couple of years after her sister. She’d enjoyed the space her sister’s absence had left in the school. She could be herself and act on her own intentions without fearing she’d let her empathy for those with claws slip. She’d graduated near the top of her class, her parents and sister cheering her on, a sparkly diamond on her sister’s left hand that glinted merrily in the sun. God, a Harper-King partnership was going to absolutely annihilate any supernaturals who stepped out of line in the town. Or further afield, they were all keen to jump to any call of need across the country.
That’s how it happened. Jamie’s mum was halfway through college when she’d received the call to drop whatever assignment she was working on and to get her ass to Minnesota. Something was out of control. Someone who seemed to be faster than any alpha they’d come across before. Who could fight on instinct with any tool in their hand. And someone who somehow controlled and produced lightning out of their body. It was a new one to the Harpers and Kings. It took them three weeks of scouting out a town just south of the Canadian border until they caught whiff of where the person lived, where they worked, who they knew, every single route they took. Three weeks for Jamie’s mum to figure out a way to warn them because they’d done nothing wrong except spook a few locals and send the town into a three-day blackout in the cool spring months. She’d found a way, feigning a pulled ankle that would make her more of a burden than a help on their hunt. There was one route they hadn’t known. On Thursdays, when the man finished his shift at the town hall he headed to the ice cream shop and bought as many buckets of ice cream that would fit into his car. From there he drove to the local soup kitchen where all who attended got to enjoy a delicious dessert. Such a kind, simple act. Jamie’s mum hadn’t been able to forget it. That’s where she’d cut him off, ice cream buckets hanging off of his arms in what must have been an undeniably heavy weight to many but he hardly seemed to register them. At the back door to the soup kitchen, Jamie’s mum took action even though she knew it would ostracise her from her family because this was a betrayal like no other. “You’re in danger”, wow, what an opener. “My family are here to kill you because of what you did. You have to leave. I’ll come with you so that they lose your tail. You have to trust me.” And for some reason, he did. They were on the run for two years. By the time Jamie’s mum returned to Beacon Hills, her sister was newly pregnant with twins and had been so fearful that her own sister had died that miraculously, much was forgiven. Of course, they recognised the man who exited the car, introduced as Olivia’s husband who’d taken on the King name in an attempt to show he wasn’t a threat. Whilst much had been forgiven, very little was forgotten and although Olivia would visit Beacon Hills frequently to spend time with her niece and nephew and to form new family rules whereby they weren’t told about the supernatural until they were a bit older, Benjamin would stay at home. Out of sight, out of mind, out of the range of a gun that would surely kill him.
Learning that Rose’s family were the reason her mum often felt alone and like she had no one to turn to had shifted something in Jamie’s mind. Gone was the innocence. Gone was the happy family vision. It was even worse when Jamie was told she’d be moving to Beacon Hills with her mum so that her mum could take care of her own mother who had started to fall ill, leaving her dad behind. Jamie missed him dearly and would call him most days if she could. She’d only learned in the months prior to moving that she was a kitsune, like her dad but so unlike in many ways. Whilst her dad could create sparks from nothing, Jamie had realised one day that no matter how much she drank, her water glass was never empty. An entirely unconscious thought for it to remain full tugged on her abilities to control water before she even realised she could. Which meant she was now a piece of prey. She should have felt unstoppable but she knew too much about the hunters, about the threats of the world to those like her to relish in this realisation.
Finding that Lottie was also different had been a relief. She had someone in town to share the burden with of not being human. And now, well now she had James Murphy as well. How the two of them had even connected was beyond Jamie. She had Blake to thank for that, not that she ever would in case he thought that was a come on. Both fairly cynical and negative toward the world when they needed to be but able to joke when necessary. To the outside viewer, it was an unlikely pairing but to Jamie, it made a lot of sense. Neither of them had necessarily expected this life for themselves and it showed in the way they acted towards the world
Jamie would love to say that’d she’d come to the grocery store at this time to pick Murphy up simply from the kindness of her own heart, but that wouldn’t be the whole truth. There was something she needed, a sniffer dog. Or at least someone who could stand on guard. She knew he finished work late, of course he had moaned about it to her. She’d only been waiting for a couple of minutes before his slender form had popped out. Grinning, Jamie rolled down her window to make sure she had his attention, red hair that was now far longer than it had been when she arrived in town, shining softly.
His comments had her eyes rolling so far into the back of her she worried for a second that they’d never return, but they did enough for her to glower at him even if did amuse her slightly. “Someone should have taught you some manners, Squidward.” It had been their first class together after a party the weekend before where they’d ended up seemingly glued to each other’s side as their friends had all mysteriously disappeared. Jamie had laughed has he sat next to her, tossing him a look to say ‘who told you could sit here,’ before becoming entirely distracted by the fact he was using a SpongeBob pen to write the date down with. “SpongeBob, that’s... unexpected.” She’d said in way of greeting, eyes dazzling with amusement at this small revelation. Not so Mr. Tough Guy after all.
Resting her arms across the rolled down window, Jamie did her best to look innocent which was a little difficult when you were a fox. “I was wondering if you wanted to play guard dog for the evening, I need to take something from my cousin’s house,” straight to the point, Jamie knew there wasn’t much point in beating around the bush with James. Hopefully framing her request around her ‘cousin’s house’ would make him forget that her cousin’s family could definitely kill him. And her.
Jamie kept her gaze fixed on James, batting her eyelashes heavily in pretend innocence. “Come on,” she said, dragging on the words, “it’ll be fun and they’re not there so no risk involved.” Unless one of them came back early. “And then I’ll drive you home,” she added with a smile, hoping he’d agree. There was something in that house which she needed, desperately, and James felt like the only person who she could a) ask and b) knew would agree.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
no thanks.
I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on May 24, 2022 16:08:34 GMT
“You should know by now,” Murphy huffed as he peeled his work shirt over his head, his flat stomach and a peek of his hipbones flashing in the low lamplight as he did, “That I fully embrace being Squidward. It’s a compliment. He’s a God and it’s an honor to be compared.” His tone was monotone, broaching no argument with the notes of severity encroaching the words. To anyone else, he would have appeared deadly serious. But this was Murphy. This was how he operated. He was fucking joking, and Jamie knew that. She’d learned rather quickly how he was and that made it easier for him to hang around her when the pack was busy, or he didn’t share a lunch or class with them. She wasn’t quite as stone walled as Erin against his verbal assaults, occasionally getting pissed at something crude or aggressive he’d said, but she always came back. He knows it’s because she doesn’t have many other options and not because she’s enraptured by the dazzling charm he oozes. Murphy didn’t mind being her last resort. She was his too. He smoothed down his undershirt, a pale yellow, flimsy t-shirt with SpongeBob’s face brandished on the front, and tucked his work polo into his backpack. In a similar fashion to everything else about Murphy, he had no shame in his fashion sense nor in his choice of comfort television. SpongeBob had been his favorite as a kid. No other cartoon caught him the way this one did. A symbol of hope and silliness and levity. Growing up, he was left to his own devices more often than not. While his mother was present, she was not attentive. He thinks he understands it now—he looks in the mirror every morning and sees his father’s face in his own, it’s a fucking drag—but could never forgive her. He was just a kid. It wasn’t his fault his dad died. James Sr. had been a soldier straight out of high school, years before Murphy was even a thought. It wasn’t his fault so why the fuck did she always act like it was? How could she?
Murphy derailed that train of thought. He refused to think about his dad and mom. In their own ways, they were both dead to him. One quite literally and the other by choice. He’s better off without his mother. The moment he was healed by Alan Pines’ bite, she lost interest in him. She doted on him as a sick kid in the hospital, scared to lose that last piece of her husband, but when the color flushed back into his cheeks and breath entered his lungs with ease, she was once again a ghost to him. He had a family now. The pack was his lifeline. They’re all he’d ever need.
And well, maybe Jamie didn’t suck and he didn’t mind having her around, but he didn’t need her.
His eyes followed the shape of her face for a moment, shrewdly studying her foxlike features and wondering how no one else had caught on to her supernatural truth before him.
Murphy wasn’t the excitable type, but he did enjoy a party. He liked the rush of carefully spiked wolfsbane coursing through his veins, liked the buzz as he leaned back into the couch cushions and watched his classmates make absolute asses out of themselves. It was better than reality tv, which he spent too much time watching and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. So what? The kid thrived off drama. Absolutely no shame in it. Jamie had been left at his side more than once by Blake. He hadn’t shown interest in the girl the way he had others. The boy had explained it to Murphy one night, explaining that Jamie was a means for information. If he fucked her, he fucked up. He would lose a valuable resource and she was more important to him as loose lips than a quick lay. Blake said this regretfully. He found the red-head pretty and full of spunk, but she wasn’t worth the risk in bed. Murphy would tell Jamie this if she asked, but she hadn’t so he didn’t.
It was a party not long after he’d sat beside her in class, roughly eight months ago now, that he realized it. Well, that was giving him too much credit, as he was apt to do. He’d been sitting outside on the front porch of some kid’s house. He thinks that it was someone in his history class, but it really didn’t matter. Blake had been the buffer between them for the better of an hour, but he’d seen a girl with a poor excuse for clothes on and followed her into the house like a horny mutt. Jamie had gone through more liquor than normal. She’d made a comment in passing during class about things being rough with family, but she didn’t elaborate, and he didn’t care enough to ask. He’d held onto the information, though, and surmised that she was drinking to forget whatever hardships she had. Boohoo her. At least it was entertaining to watch. They’d been sitting in an idle silence, watching partygoers race in and stumble out, when Jamie had popped up and flashed him a sparkling grin. There was a wicked glint in her eyes and he found himself smirking. This was going to be good. “Wanna see something cool?” She’d said it in a voice that was meant to be a whisper with the was she hissed the ‘s’ constants, but it was so fucking loud. He rolled his eyes, standing with her as he crossed his arms over his chest—which didn’t last, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him to where this fucker had a small pond by his house. Rich ass bitches. She was like a newborn fawn, legs struggling to keep her upright—giggling as she leaned into Murphy more than once. He was tempted to sidestep her and let her fall, but even he wasn’t that shitty of a person. Maybe if it was someone else. Maybe if she wasn’t one of the only people who didn’t piss him off just by existing. “Watch, watch,” she insisted around her laughter, taking a few steps away from him before throwing her palms towards the water and his eyes followed. The pond surged upwards suddenly, swirling as she moved her hands this way and that before it splashed back into the crater. Murphy was never caught off guard. He was never awestruck, but his mouth was agape and his eyes wide as he stared dumbly at the water as the waves settled. “What the fuck was that?” He was quick to turn towards where she’d been standing, but no one was there. He dropped his gaze to the ground and found her sprawled out in a deep slumber. She knocked herself out and Murphy had to clean up the fucking mess. His head swiveled, making sure no one else had caught the spectacle before texting Blake that he was leaving. He searched through her bag without reservation and pulled out her wallet. He typed in her address and fished out her house keys before he scooped Jamie up, frowning in confusion and at the inconvenience of it all. This is why he didn’t do friends. Fuck. Now he was expected to care for her. Such a fucking drag.
No one was home so he let them in. He didn’t search for her room, didn’t care enough to. Instead, he dumped her on the couch and settled in on the loveseat, scrolling through his phone as he searched up ‘water powers’ and anything else he could dig up. He woke up to her shouting at him, shoving at his arm. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Her voice was sharp and Murphy pushed her hands off of him, “How did you get in? Did we—ew! Tell me we didn’t.”
Murphy winced, rubbing his head at the noise as he stood up and stepped out of her reach. “Calm down, fox,” he hissed and that had her frozen in place.
“How did you—?” She started but he waved his hands to get her to shut up.
“No, we didn’t fuck. I reserve the same sentiment towards you,” she had the audacity to look offended, but he couldn’t be bothered. She’d just said ‘ew’ at the idea of sleeping with him, fuck off with that look. “Someone thought putting on a water show would be fun,” he deadpanned, eyes leveled with her as he watched for a reaction, “You passed out and I brought you back. It was late and I didn’t feel like walking home so I stayed. No one else saw.” He shrugged, she looked horrified.
“Wait, it’s not what it—,” she started, but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re not a kitsune and I’m not a werewolf.” She fell silent as he flashed his claws at her and his eyes sparkled a bright gold.
“No way,” she whispered, and he blinked the color away and sheathed his claws.
“Maybe next time don’t be such a dumbass,” he offered, and she slapped his arm. They’d spent the day learning about one another’s powers. Murphy was curious about what she was. He didn’t know much about the supernatural and certainly hadn’t known there was a variety of other creatures out there until google enlightened him. They’d been closer after that. Murphy wouldn’t call her a friend, but she didn’t need him to. They were confidants. They trusted one another. That’s all that mattered.
So when she propositioned him with a mission, his lips twisted into a smirk and he dipped his head—bangs fanning over his face as he let out a low laugh. Of course she wasn’t here out of the kindness of her heart. That wasn’t how they worked. That’s not how they were. He knew she was trying to play off the expedition. He wasn’t one to forget and he certainly wasn’t going to forget that she was tied to the Harper’s. The Pines Pack was a well-kept secret. They were safe and docile and protected from hunters, but he was still weary of them. He knew this wasn’t going to be a simple in and out. He slung his backpack over his shoulders, hand running down the front of his shirt again instinctively. These graphic tees were the only ones safe from Erin. The clothes-stealing bitch didn’t have taste.
“And here I thought you just liked spending time with me,” he sighed, shaking his head as he raised his eyes to meet hers, hands wrapped around where the straps of his bag rested. Again, it was a joke. He knew very few people could even tolerate being around him. Maybe only two people actually liked being around him. Ashton and Blake were his best friends. Jensen and Sabrina? Eh. It was tolerance and care mingled.
“Ain’t no fun in it if there ain’t no risk,” he huffed, eyes twinkling in the moonlight with mischief, “But I guess because there’s something in it for me, I can’t say no.” He totally could. Murphy would walk home in a blizzard to prove a point, but he didn’t mind doing this for Jamie. He didn’t like hunters and he was bored anyways.
Murphy walked around her car to the passenger side, pulling the door open and tossing his backpack into her backseat before settling in. “You call me a guard dog again, though, and I’ll rip your throat out,” he said, and maybe it was a joke and maybe it wasn’t. He wasn’t a fan of being belittled. As fun as breaking and entering was and as much as he didn’t mind Jamie’s company, he would cut her off like a poisoned limb if she so much as looked at him the wrong way. He only owed his patience to one person in this life. Everyone else could fuck off.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on May 30, 2022 12:09:35 GMT
At the flash of Murphy’s skin, Jamie ensured her gaze was fixed on his face. There was nothing romantic between them but Jamie hadn’t grown up around many boys, had no brother and Alex was nearly five years older than her so they’d spent little time together growing up. So, Jamie just didn’t know how to react around their bodies, the muscles that could shift beneath a shirt whilst playing lacrosse, the veins running down their arms which some girls around Jamie seemed to swoon at. Not Jamie. Her eyes didn’t linger on those muscles, on short hair or curly hair, or a five o’clock shadow. She felt rather indifferent towards it all. Uncomfortable when it was right in front of her, although that discomfort had faded a lot with James, but oblivious to it most of the time. That wasn’t to say she was oblivious to everything. No, the soft laugh and vanilla scented breeze of a passing girl, the way a summer dress hung on someone’s frame as Jamie walked past, well that, that caught Jamie’s attention. It felt difficult enough being a fox than dealing with that side of her. So, she ignored it. Had never acted on her desires. There was no stealing Jamie away to some room at a party. No, she was front and centre or tucked away in a corner talking shit with Lottie or Murphy. It was too much dealing with being supernatural and a lesbian at the same time. Sometimes the thought made Jamie laugh, other times she’d scream into her pillow, the sound completely muffled but feeling all the better for it.
Murphy’s words had a smile tugging at Jamie’s lips, fighting back her next eye roll – a constant battle when she was around him. The SpongeBob top was an item of clothing Jamie had grown familiar with even if SpongeBob’s unrelenting smile and stare sometimes got the better of her. Hey, at least if one of her cousin’s came home the pair would look completely innocent when one of them was in a child’s cartoon t-shirt and Jamie was in an old pink hoodie that had certainly seen better days. Not exactly snooping clothing. Rose’s wardrobe had a fair amount of it, countless pieces of black clothing to blend into the night. Rose the ‘disney princess’ herself led an even bigger double life than Jamie did and Jamie could make fucking water move with her mind. Although these days, the only person Rose seemed to pretend around was Leon. Poor kid was clueless to the world around him. Then again, so was his sister and she was meant to be one of Jamie’s closest friends. Better to leave them in the dark. Being thrust into the supernatural world never seemed to work out very well. Then again, here Murphy stood, living and breathing, healthy as ever. Jamie had picked up pieces of his story over time but the two of them never got too into their personal issues and history.
That night at the party, Jamie had been far too drunk. She wasn’t even sure how she’d gotten to that level. To slip-up in the way she had, man, she was just lucky it had been James she’d shown off to. The realisation that he was a werewolf had only been a temporary shock and she hadn’t realised how grateful she was to have another person in her life who was different. She’d never expected to call James her friend. To have him be someone she sought out in school and at parties so that she wouldn’t be so alone and bored. But they understood one another and that was all Jamie looked for. Whether James considered her a friend was a different matter but as long as he was someone she could go to, then she didn’t care what he called her. Well, within reason.
This time she did roll her eyes. Of course she liked to spend time with him, his moods kept her entertained, kept her on her toes. It was rarely boring around him. Sure, sometimes they sat in quiet, companionable silence but soon enough one of them would have something to say. Even if it was a jab at the other.
Jamie wouldn’t admit to the relief that coursed through her when he agreed. She could do this alone but she didn’t want to. She’d considered asking Lottie but she and Rose already didn’t like each other so it needed to be someone else. And, sad as it was, that could only really be James.
Pulling away from the window, Jamie rolled it back up, the night wasn’t chilly but, and this was something Jamie enjoyed about her abilities, it felt like rain. “Oh relax,” Jamie responded, throwing him a dismissive look even if her mouth was smothering a laugh. The day she took his threats seriously was the day hell froze over. Jamie started the car and pulled away before he could change his mind, not that she’d put it past him to jump out of a moving vehicle to get away from someone. “Guard dog is probably giving too much credit. Sniffer dog might be a little better,” playing with fire was not where her abilities sat but there was a different kind of joy in getting under Murphy’s skin ever so slightly.
As the street lights blurred by, Jamie smiled slightly as they turned a corner and a thin band of clouds came into view. Rain. It wouldn’t start to pour yet but soon enough the skies would open. Just as Jamie’s mouth did, “so, you remember the day you learnt I was a kitsune?” Of course he did, it wasn’t something you came across every day. “Well there was a part I left out, mainly because I only learnt about it fairly recently. But for the kitsune, our power is a little different to yours. We don’t get stronger when we’re in a pack or weaker when we’re alone.” It was rare for kitsune to band together, with themselves or with others. When Jamie had called her dad in a panic after revealing her identity to James, he’d laughed himself hoarse that she’d befriended a wolf of all things. “Jamie, darling, wolves and foxes aren’t friends. They’re too loyal and we’re too much of a trickster.” He’d warned her before amending that of course he was joking and that it was best to ignore most of the old folklore around their kinds. Times had changed and Jamie was not about to let some old story take away half of her friends.
Jamie continued, one elbow perched against the window, the roads were quiet at this time and she’d been blessed with quick reflexes should anything go wrong. “Instead, we have these things called...” Jamie hesitated, knowing this would make James smirk, “tails.” Jamie had one, had received it during a far-too-brief trip in the summer back home from her father for mastering her super speed. It was a small shell, white and smooth which fit easily in the palm of her hand. The shell had Jamie laughing when she’d received it but she couldn’t deny how much stronger she felt with it around. Not that it would be much use in a fight but Jamie could figure that out in time. “My dad has three tails but there’s another two in the Harpers house. They took them to weaken him. They wanted all five but my dad always kept some on him, just in case.” She’d promised him earlier in the summer that she would return them to him but she just needed to find an opening and reason to be in the Harpers home.
Rubbing a hand across her brow, Jamie hated that only she knew the extent of the Harper’s actions. Sure, she couldn’t blame Rose for it but her cousin’s naivety and lack of awareness to the situation set Jamie’s teeth on edge. “They’ll be somewhere in the house, they look like thin black knives with a pale yellow point at the end. Very distinctive. Kind of sizzle when you touch them,” way more cool than a seashell. “But they shouldn’t hurt you and besides, you can heal.” With a cheeky grin, Jamie dropped her hand, slowing down as they approached Rose’s street.
How it was the kitsune who was the immoral one when there were families running around town who took the powers of others simply because they could one day be a threat was beyond her. The closer she drove to Rose’s house, the tighter Jamie’s shoulders grew. She took no joy in this. They’d once been friends and as far as Rose knew, they were still friends. It was all Jamie’s decisions to think and act like this. Blinking back, Jamie released a long, slow sigh, pulling to a stop a few houses down. Her car was generic enough that if her family drove past they wouldn’t notice it was her. What she and Murphy would do in the house was a different situation entirely. Jamie didn’t think she could fit in her old hide and seek spots anymore. Turning the car off, Jamie turned to look at James, “any questions?” She was sure he’d have some, he always did.
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Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
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I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on May 31, 2022 15:38:52 GMT
Murphy, with every fiber of his being, was nosey. He dug in deep where he knew he didn’t belong. He snooped and he raided and he hunted for secrets. No different than Blake, but how he approached it was much more subtle. He watched. Blake talked. Murphy caught tells and saw things he wasn’t meant to. He was a step behind Blake, watching the mannerisms of the person his friend was digging his verbal hooks into. He saw what others didn’t. He saw what wasn’t said. They were a killer duo. They were who Ashton sent out when he wanted to learn something about someone. Blackmail was one hell of a weapon. The Pines Pack never needed to wield their claws and fangs when the truth stung more than a scratch or bite ever could. Where he varied the most from Blake was that when he learned something, the person didn’t know. They knew they told Blake, they knew what they told Blake, but they were unaware of what their movements and mannerisms shared with Murphy. So when Jamie’s eyes stayed solid on his when he’d stripped his shirt off, it told him something she hadn’t meant to share. It was one of three things. She was either a) an asexual and wasn’t interested in anyone, b) a lesbian and wasn’t interested in men, or c) found Murphy that repulsive and just wasn’t interested in him. He'd noticed this before. Her eyes were almost always carefully placed on someone's face. Like she was scared to look anywhere else. He was apt to believe it was one of the first two. At least for his ego’s sake. Not that it mattered. He was bisexual himself with a preference for men. At best, he was aromantic. At worst, he felt asexual. There were times even the thought of touching someone made him cringe and feel sick, let alone have sex with them and others he couldn’t imagine spending more than thirty minutes talking to someone, let alone spending his life with them. Sometimes he resented these labels. They confused him more than he felt he should feel about himself. Though, at times, they made him feel less alone. He knew he could talk to the pack about this, they never once made any kind of comment that made him feel like he couldn’t, but they wouldn’t understand. They were all straight. They were all confident in who they were and who they liked laying with. And while he knew what he liked he didn’t understand why he went through these different bouts of need. Sometimes he was feral and searching for someone’s hands on him and others he just couldn’t fathom even being within ten feet of another so asexual was never a solid fit even though it was sometimes fitting. He hated the confusion. He hated not being certain in who he was.
As he settled into his seat, palms smoothing down his shirt once more out of habit (not nerves), he found himself glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Maybe he wasn’t alone in this confusion. Maybe he had someone to turn to and sort through his sexuality shit with. He couldn’t see himself having a heart to heart with anyone, let alone Jamie, but if it helped clear his head? He supposed he could give it a shot. But he wasn’t about to bring this up. He’d have to wait for her to do something gay or for her to seek advice from him. It’s not like she had anyone else she could confide in. It was always harder to be honest with those closest. They both knew they could dump whatever they needed onto the other and it wouldn’t change anything because they weren’t close. She could tell him she killed someone and he would shrug and ask how she did it. It wouldn’t change their perception of one another or their relationship. Not like how it would if she told Lottie or Willow or he told Ashton or Jensen. That’s why he kept her around. That’s why he sought her out after a shitty day. He could vent to her and it wouldn’t matter. She’d listen and make a small comment or two and then they’d move on. The pack would hang onto every word. They cared too damn much and sometimes that’s not what he needed. Sometimes he couldn’t handle that.
So when Jamie asked him to steal her father’s tails back? Hell yeah. He shot her shrewd look at the ‘sniffer dog’ jab, but focused on her explanation instead of commenting. Not only would it be a giant ‘fuck you’ and a middle finger to a shitty pack of hunters, but it would be a chance to relieve some stress as well. Which, yeah, it shouldn’t. This should be stress-inducing and not fun, but Murphy never claimed to be normal or sane. Plus, he’d gain a shit ton of intel on the hunters and on kitsune. He was infinitely curious about her and how her powers worked. Another reason he kept her around. He knew there was a were-coyote on school grounds. He hadn’t found out who yet, but was aware they were there. He knew there had once been a were-jaguar and a kanima, but hadn’t met either of them either. So now that he had a different breed of supernatural in the palm of his hand? Murphy soaked up any information she spilled in his lap with vigor and greed.
The idea of their power being held in tails was odd, but he had read that when he’d done some late night searching on the topic. He knew to take everything on the internet with a grain of salt and was intrigued that the tails were a bit of fact rather than fiction. Most of his information on the supernatural had come from Alan after he’d turned him and then Uncle Benny whenever Murphy had a question and the man was drunk enough to forget that the boy had ever asked. He knew that wolves, like she said, were stronger in a pack. He couldn’t imagine the power the Texas branch of the Pines pack held. Their numbers were well over one hundred, Ashton had said. There were generations of families on the preserve, their own small town on the acres of land the Pines owned. Murphy had wanted to see it for himself for quite some time and Ashton had mentioned maybe making a trip back for spring break but no one pushed him. It would be his first time back since his parents’ deaths and Murphy knew how hard it was to recover from that. Even now, his father’s death still hung heavy on his shoulders. He shook the thought and focused his eyes on her lips as she kept talking. He kept his lips twisted in a lazy smirk, mind running wild with the idea of Jamie having a tail like some sort of furry. But the snide look faded as she began to explain exactly what happened with her dad’s tails.
He frowned, fingers curling into fists where they rested on his thighs. Fuck that. They took his tails? He was confused on how they could be taken, but she was quick to explain without him asking. So the tails were metaphorical. Some kind of tangible symbol of power. That seemed more complicated than what they were worth. If werewolves had to do something like that? Both Ashton and Blake would be powerless. They’d lose it in an hour. Jensen would have to keep hold of them or Murphy would find them lying around and hide them from them. It would be hell. He was thankful now that they only had one night of hell a month and didn’t have to worry about all this shit Jamie did. He studied her for a moment. Sizzling. That could be electricity or fire. But it was a blade, so it was sharp. That made him lean towards electricity because it could be cutting and stinging, but he supposed it didn’t matter in the end. He wondered what her tail was but refrained from asking. It would benefit him to know. If things went sideways and this tail held her power, he would have the upper hand by knowing what it is and where to find it, but he didn’t want to go down that line of thought. He put trust in Jamie, more than he has anyone outside of the pack before. He knew she could turn on him. This was Murphy. He knew people to be the worst version of themselves, but he didn't want to think she'd end up against him. He steeled himself to figure out what it was and where it was hiding one day just in case. But not now.
If he were anyone else, he would have placed a hand on her shoulder to sooth her as he noted her tension. As it was, this was Murphy. He’d rather drown than try to comfort her with touch. Instead, he met her gaze with fire in his own and sneered. “Yeah, just one,” he kept it simple, knowing the heat in his eyes spoke to just how upset he was at the hunter’s actions–he didn’t need to voice it, “What’s the plan?” Because yeah, he understood the point of it, but he needed to know what the course of action was. She said guard and sniffer dog, but he couldn’t imagine just sitting back and keeping an eye out when so much was at stake. He wanted to get his hands dirty. He wanted to ransack the place and look for other stolen items. He could keep an ear out for approaching vehicles and search at the same time.
He glanced down the street, not sure which house was the Harper’s but buzzed all the same to fight. “Can’t believe they fucking stole his shit like that. You’re gonna have to explain it to me later,” he said because it sounded too juicy not to know. Murphy loved drama and this sounded like a bad sitcom. He wanted to know why Jamie was here and not with her dad, why her mom came back to the family of hunters if she was married to someone supernatural. Not that he cared, but because he was fucking nosey. They didn’t talk about their personal lives, but this he had to know. Especially if he was getting his hands dirty for it.
Well, okay. He didn’t have to know. He’d do it regardless because he was a hostile person and liked wreaking havoc on those who earned it, but he was curious. He’d like to know.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on Jun 3, 2022 19:50:20 GMT
Now, kitsune couldn’t sense someone’s emotions in the way a werewolf may be able to scent fear or hear a lie through the pounding of someone’s heart. But Jamie had eyes and wasn’t fucking stupid. She’d had plenty of friends back in Chicago. Back when life was ‘normal’ or normal in disguise. It wasn’t difficult to recognise when someone cared on your behalf. When they’d walk into a room full of your bullies to declare every good thing about you. When they’d delay seeing their significant other because you were upset and they wanted to bring you something to cheer you up. Yeah, Jamie had had those friends in abundance. Had them now with Lottie and Willow but Beacon Hills still felt lonely. So when Murphy curled his hands into fists, a motion Jamie couldn’t help but catch a glance of, a small smile tugged at the edge of her lip.
As the car’s engine cooled and the chirps of crickets were the main sound to fill the space between them, Jamie had to smother her laugh at Murphy’s question. Plan. Yes, a plan would be great. Her mother always had one. Every grocery shop regimented by a strict list of ingredients and how long they needed to last for so that Jamie didn’t buy something which wouldn’t be cooked until it expired. Every holiday had always had a day by day itinerary. Every shopping trip for the new school year came with a firm plan on what shops to go to when to avoid the longest queues. Jamie knew the planning came from years of growing up as a hunter and then as a hunter living a double life who needed to know when she’d be seeing which group of people to successfully live the life she wanted. Still, the amount of plans she’d been made to endure had ground on her. Jamie, much like her dad, was now more of a go-with-the-flow type. Which sure, wasn’t great when you were the one who proposed the idea in the first place.
A slight chuckle emerged but the look in Murphy’s eyes stole away any actual amusement. Nothing about this was funny. Jamie had just had a few weeks to process it all and hey, sometimes humour was the best coping mechanism. But a far better coping mechanism would be stealing the tails back. To get a small amount of vengeance for what had happened to her parents. A couple of years back, Jamie had asked them why they’d never gone down the revenge route. How could her parents sit back, ostracised from the rest of her mum’s family and hidden from most of society for fear of drawing too much attention? “Peace, Jamie. It’s a battle we have already lost. There will always be more of them than us. We choose to live even if it is difficult.” Her mother had said, quick to the point in a conversation Jamie could assume she’d had in her head countless times. It had felt so scripted. So lacking in emotion for something that made Jamie’s heart splinter into tens of pieces which then sharpened into needles ready to strike. Her parents didn’t know she was doing this now. Her dad had simply shaken his head when she’d promised to get them back. His heart was the same as hers though and she knew what the dismissal was. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. And Jamie was ready to exceed expectations.
“Well, the bones of the plan are that we go into the house and get them and then leave as soon as possible.” Jamie replied with a vague wave of her hand down the street. “We need to get in and out without making it look like someone was there. There are only a few rooms that they’d keep it – the armoury, the office or the attic. My bet is it’s in the office as the room has always put my teeth on edge and there’s a creepy portrait of some ancient relative who I swear, sees into your soul.” Jamie didn’t know the relatives name. He was from the Harper’s side of the family, some great-great-grandparent who had put the Harper name on the map. What a claim to fame. Lips pressing into a thin line, Jamie eyebrows drew together, that tension which had crept up the moment she entered the street still heavy inside her. “The office is usually kept locked, it’s a biometric fingerprint to get in which obviously neither of us have but there’s a way around it if it isn’t open.” Jamie had no idea how locked down the Harper’s kept their house these days. She’d only visited a handful of times over the past six months, two of which had been to meet her new baby cousin... or second cousin... or first cousin once removed... or whatever level of relative Alex’s kid now was to her. But Elena meant more people were in and out of the house. There were less people who walked through those large oak doors that knew what lay inside. That meant the Harper’s would probably be keeping a closer eye on their family secrets, doors hidden and locks tucked away to hide their arsenal of weapons and strategies. Never mind the fact that Jamie thought people stepping through those doors should be less concerned with what they found and more with who lived there.
“Front door should be easy enough to get into, there’s a key safe hidden and Rose got locked out so often when we’d go out as kids that I know where it is.” Rubbing a hand against her neck, Jamie tried to dispel some of her nerves with the action. The plan didn’t sound great. She could get in the front door and the rest was going to be a game of luck. Jamie wasn’t sure how lucky she was feeling these days.
Murphy’s angry words helped to light the flame back inside of her. Nerves turning to adrenaline in an instant. Dropping her hand, Jamie nodded in agreement, nostrils flaring in annoyance at the whole situation. “Talking shit about hunters? With pleasure.” Even if they were her own family. A family didn’t outcast you when you ended up different to how they’d imagine. A family didn’t teach their children from a young age to chase and kill. They might have been blood but there was no bond there. Not anymore. There had been times where Jamie had nearly slipped into venting to Murphy about the ins and outs of her life. But something had always held her back. She’d believed he wouldn’t care. And sure, maybe he just wanted to be entertained but he was here now. “My dad didn’t even kill anyone and the hunters still went after him. He’d gone 200 years without any issues and then it all changed and 200 years of the King family being hunters also changed so you know, bit of balance there.” For 200 years her mother’s family had travelled the world to settle mysterious deaths and disappearances as they liked to put it. Mysterious deaths that were caused by deep scratches and vicious bites. Of course, hunters were necessary when half a town disappeared and turned up dismembered. But not when a town had a power cut for a few days. A bored hunting family was a dangerous one. That’s a rule Jamie had picked up quickly. When there was an actual threat in town, people like her and her dad flew under the radar but a few quiet months? That’s when bored people grew agitated and hungry for a supernatural find. That’s when Jamie would be running away from Beacon Hills as fast as her legs could carry her. Thankfully – well, that was entirely the wrong sentiment to have – with the death of Bobbi the hunting families were busy so Jamie didn’t have to worry about that yet.
“So, should we get going?” Jamie asked, drumming her hands against her legs, keen to get this heist moving.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
no thanks.
I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on Jun 6, 2022 15:26:47 GMT
The eye roll the moment ‘bones of the plan’ left her bubblegum pink lips was inevitable. Of course. Murphy shouldn’t have expected anything different. Jamie was at her best ill-prepared. At her worst? A fucking idiot. He had learned to wear long sleeves to parties he knew she would be at. She’d show up in something a little skimpy or thin and complain as the night went on about how cold she was as the buzz left her bones and the moon’s light cast an eerie glow on them. Murphy had a poor relationship with his body. Even after being turned, he was still rather thin and he didn’t like how small he was next to the boys in the pack. He wore layers to make up for this. Not always, but on those nights when he couldn’t quite meet his eyes in the mirror, he’d throw on a jacket despite the heat. He was never ashamed of himself. He didn’t hate himself. He just didn’t like what he looked like sometimes. He’s never talked about it with anyone, but he knew they knew. Fucking Jensen and his eagle fucking dad eyes. It was like the guy couldn’t not take care of everyone else. He’d always offer his own jacket when Murphy would fidget in his t-shirt and he would never accept it on principle, but the gesture meant something. Not that he would ever say that. So on those nights, he would make sure he was bulked up so when he inevitably stripped his jacket and threw it her way, he was still comfortable. It wasn’t because he cared. Murphy didn’t care about Jamie. Of course not. She was just annoying when she whined and he was doing it to save his ears from bleeding at the fucking pitches she could reach when she shivered.
Point is, when Murphy asked that question, he should have known he wasn’t going to receive a solid answer.
He kept his eyes on the street as she expanded, noting everything she said and coming up with a proper plan. Obviously they would have to make sure they didn’t leave a trace. That was given. He rolled his eyes again. Murphy hesitated briefly at the mention of the biometric scanner. That was some serious shit. He wasn’t some genius, despite always insisting otherwise, but he would have to see the machine before deciding if it was something they could crack or not. He was leaning towards not, but maybe there was a vent or something one of them could squeeze into. Or maybe they stored the tails in another room, but that seemed unlikely with the security measures they took on the office specifically. Fucking hunters. He gritted his teeth to keep from seething. Murphy could be a real rabid dog about this shit. He was prone to violence, but murder? Killing just because they were different? Fuck that. He could get on board with lynching someone who deserved it—like this rogue pack and the death of that officer. There was a promise of more murders in the air, doors locked tight and blinds drawn to a close as the moon hung high in the sky. Murphy and the boys were at a loss. They hadn’t had to deal with any supernatural murders, but this? This wasn’t some lone wolf. It couldn’t be. Too many things didn’t add up. Blake and Murphy had their ears to the ground looking for more details, but could only catch traces of gossip. It was a mystery that he hated not being able to solve, so this? As fucking lame as her plan is, this was a welcomed distraction.
He hadn’t realized how wound up he was over the officer’s death until now.
He arched a brow as her voice grew heated, showing interest as she spoke. Two-hundred years? Her dad was two-hundred years old at least? That was fucking baffling and maybe a little alarming. It was like Edward and Bella level fucked. Yeah, he looked like a teenager, but he was just a perverted old fuck. Murphy narrowed his eyes then and looked at Jamie closer, as if that told something to him. It didn’t. But the next bit had his eyebrows raising. “Okay, wait,” he let out a dry laugh, not caring if it was rude, “The King’s are hunters? You mean you took your mom’s last name? Or wait, no way—your dad took your mom’s last name? A hunter’s name?” Why that of all things got a rise out of him, he doesn’t know. “I mean, wild enough that he’s old as fuck, but to take their name too? And to hand over his tails? Your dad is some kind of crazy.” And he knew that might be a touchy subject. He probably struck a nerve. But she would get over it. At least she had a living dad to get upset about. He wasn’t sympathetic.
Rolling his shoulders, he shook off the shock of what she said and raised a hand to stop her before she could speak. “Get mad at me later,” he instructed, eyes ice cold as he laid out, “But your plan is shitty and we’re on a time crunch so listen. I need you to tell me which house is theirs. I’ll do a quick jog past and make sure no one is in. If no one is, we’ll use the key to get in. I don’t think we should split up because I might not be able to get to you quick enough if I hear someone approaching. And it sounds like they’re in the office anyway with the way it’s locked up.” He bit his lip, tapping his fingers on his thighs and he mulled over their options. “Maybe we can Scooby-Doo the lock,” he looked at her expectantly, seriously considering leaving right now if she didn’t know what he meant, “You know, like in the movie where Daphne put powder or something on the lock to show the fingerprint and break in that way. I don’t know any other way to get in unless there’s a vent. I could break the lock, but that may spark some alarm and if it didn’t, they would definitely know someone broke in then.”
He sighed then, looking away and pointing towards the end of the street, “I can hear about five hundred or so feet out. So I’ll be able to hear them before they turn down that corner. That would give us plenty of time to get out of the house and I could carry you back to the car before they’d notice.” With super strength and speed, the escape would be a breeze. It was just the fact of finding the tails that would consume the most time. They both could see in the dark with their heightened senses so they wouldn’t alert anyone with flashlights through the windows, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still at risk. He could die if they got caught. Part of him found pleasure in that risk.
“Is there a backway out? Just in case we can’t get out the front in time. A window or a door that isn’t facing the front of the house so I can get us through it?” And yeah, Murphy cringed as he realized what he said. Us. He was prioritizing her safety. Offering to carry her and save her first. Who the fuck did he think he was? Good boy Jensen? He shot Jamie a glare, daring her to call him out on it. He may just leave her ass stranded if she did. Maybe.
Fuck. He wouldn’t.
He would never ever admit it out loud, but maybe he did care about her. Ew. Even the thought made his skin crawl. He didn’t think he’d ever have room in his itty bitty heart for someone outside of the pack, but god dammit, he did. Erin had wiggled her way in with her bitchiness and dark humor and her understanding of who he was. Jade, as annoying as her bright smiles and bumbling laughter could be, had become a staple in his home. He’d stick his hand out to cover the edge of the counter when she reached under to grab him a pan despite him insisting he didn’t need the help, making sure she didn’t hit her head on the way up. Something non-verbal. Something she couldn’t comment on outright. The heated look in his eyes kept her lips sealed. Sabrina had slithered her way back into his good graces, winning him over with a SpongeBob plush and a batch of brownies—and a shit ton of dedication to the pack. He’d called at three in the morning feigning an emergency and she had rushed over in her rumpled pajamas. She had been livid that he lied, but he knew then that she could be trusted again.
And then Jamie. The least likely of them all. As he looked at her now, he could see her kitsune aura shimmering at her edges. She was so different from the rest. He didn’t hate her the way he had wanted to. She was his unlikely shoulder to lean on and a fucking friend. But he would never say it. He didn’t have to.
So what if Murphy was growing soft as he got older. Was it so bad to care for people? Maybe. As long as he put on a front, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad when they let him down. He could only hope. He kind of liked being mostly bark and only sometimes bite.
He waited for her response, eyes locked onto hers as he waited—needing to know those few details before he could agree to head in. He wasn’t going to die tonight for her Edward Cullen of a dad.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on Jun 15, 2022 22:03:18 GMT
Sitting in this car was making her skin itch, desperate to launch into action because who knew how long it would be until Elena had some bathroom disaster and had to be brought back for a complete head-to-toe change. Jamie shuddered at the thought. Not a motherly bone in her body. So at Murphy’s laugh, Jamie unravelled a little. “Yes, my mum and Rose’s mum were both hunters. It was like the Capulets and the Montagues with the Harpers and Kings. Except, obviously, they were both on the same side aka not on your side. My dad, for some weird reason, thought that if they kept the King name they’d be more accepted. It kind of worked but not fundamentally. I mean, sure, was I invited for Christmas when I was a kid? Yeah. Was my dad? No way.” She’d never really been able to rant about the situation with someone who wasn’t her parents. James had just unleashed a powder keg by bringing up the situation. “Yeah he stopped counting birthdays a couple decades back,” Jamie said with a sign before tipping her head to the side, a frown crossing her face, “not even sure if he knows how old I am.” Of course, Jamie’s mother would always make a big deal of it but age had become nonsensical to her dad. It was irrelevant and sure, maybe that was a little questionable but whatever, he was old, he could make up his own rules. It did freak Jamie out. She’d stay looking like this for decades whilst everyone she knew outside of her dad would grow old and die around her. She tried not to think about it. That was a dark, dark hole to dig down. “But, no,” Jamie flung her hands up in the hair, gesturing towards the house, “He didn’t hand them over. They took them back in Minnesota. So we’re gonna take them back. Finders mother fucking keepers, I say.” And if the Harpers found out, Jamie was ready for that battle. Sure, you shouldn’t burn down bridges but what about flooding them? If the Harpers wanted a lake instead of a downstairs, Jamie would make it happen.
She was ready. Even if Murphy critiqued every single element of her plan. Get mad later? Nah, he was crazy. Okay, maybe not crazy but Jamie knew this house.
“Okay, no need to carry me out, Prince Charming, I can outrun you without a doubt.” Jamie said first and foremost even if her brain had snagged on that word. Us. Partners in crime. “So we jog together, like you said, best not to split up. But trust me, I know they’re not in. Rose is with Leon doing who knows what but she’ll be sleeping over. Natalia and Alex are together with the baby at some other hunter thing.” The hunters had been meeting regularly since Bobbi’s death. Good, it kept them busy. “And my aunt and uncle are out of town this weekend since my grandmother died and they need time alone or whatever.” Which begged the question, why were Jamie and her mum still here? She was why they’d come. Now they had no reason to remain. Did she sound complete heartless about a family member? Definitely. Had she ever spent one on one time with the woman? Nope. Hard to be emotional when you don’t know them.
Scooby Doo the lock... Jamie had stared blankly at Murphy when he’d said it and now that she needed to reply to that part she had no words. Wiping her fingers against her brows, Jamie just shook her head, “right, I trust you to Shaggy the lock or whatever and get us inside.” Clearly, she needed to catch up on kids’ movies. “I’m not sure about vents but worst comes to worst, there’s a window and we can push it up. I’ll just need to get on your shoulders to reach.” That last part she said with an over exaggerated shrug. It was the back-up, back-up plan. Hopefully Rose was last in the office and forgot to shut it. It was very likely.
Jamie had to admit, she was jealous of Murphy’s ability to hear over such great distances. Jamie had quick reflexes, super strength and speed, picked up fighting unreasonably quickly and could make water move at her will but yeah, she wanted it all and Murphy having an ability over her was not on. “Yeah, there’s an exit out of the kitchen which faces the garden and plenty of windows. I won’t get us trapped, James. They don’t know what you are so you’re safe, okay?” She wouldn’t bring him here if she knew he’d get seriously hurt. The most likely person to come home would be Alex and he’d always had a soft spot for Jamie. “If someone comes back, I’ve got the perfect alibi, don’t you worry.” He would hate it but he could suck it up for five minutes. Not that she’d enjoy it but the way he’d squirm would definitely amuse her.
Grabbing a scrunchie that she’d tossed on the car’s dashboard, Jamie pulled her hair up. It was tempting to cut it short again just for it to be less hassle. “Right, wanna race to the house? Last one there’s a rotten egg?” She said, trying to settle her nerves. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so argumentative just then. Not that she’d really argued. No, she just contradicted basically all of his points. But that was them. It was constant back and forth most of the time. Other people would stand by them at a party and quickly leave when they caught wind of how the two interacted most of the time. To them it was normal, they could vent to each other in a way they couldn’t with others. The way they spoke to each other didn’t matter. Jamie would always keep an eye on the crowd at whatever party she was attending, hoping to see James skulk in. Her face splitting into a grin when he came into view.
“If you wanna stay here and play getaway driver, you can but I need to do this for my dad. I’m tired of him feeling left out and like he’s missing bits of himself. And to be honest, I just miss him. I look at him and all I can think these days is how that’s going to be me. Alone and isolated even with a family because who could even understand what we are without already knowing about this world?” Jamie paused, taking a breath and avoiding Murphy’s eye. “I will outlive everyone I know. You, Lottie, Rose... and I’ll still look roughly the same. My dad has to deal with that on top of having his tails in the hands of hunters so if this will make him happier, then I’ll do it.” She was probably making the same argument she had before but if there was any doubt in Murphy’s mind, she needed him to hear it one last time.
“So are we racing or not?”
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Post by James Murphy on Jun 16, 2022 16:13:15 GMT
Had he really expected to her to not get upset and keep her mouth fucking shut? No, he hadn’t, but maybe he had hoped. Hoped that for just once she would shut up and listen to him but that wasn’t really Jamie’s style. No, Jamie was stupid and chatty and persistent. Jamie was annoying and putting them at risk by going on a spiel about her parents instead of amending his suggestions to what she knew would work with the house. She was wasting time. She was being reckless. And Murphy was all for chaos and making messes, but this was a hunter’s house where one wrong move meant he could die. He didn’t hate her, but he didn’t like her enough to die for her and her creepy, old ass dad who was weak enough to bend to a hunter’s will for the sake of, what, love? Murphy couldn’t imagine ever doing anything like that for his partner (not that he imagined he’d ever settle with a partner to begin with). He would never cave. He would always fight. Until he won or until he died, whichever came first. There was no easy way out with him. He faltered momentarily, wondering what he would do if one of his pack members were in danger, but that was different. And he didn’t think he’d give in even then. He would save them with sheer fucking will and power. He would never break. So, he didn’t get it and her pushing for him to understand only pissed him off more. His eyes were glimmering with golden hues as his temper flared, growing more agitated with each word that left her mouth.
He got it. He pissed her off, but now was not the time. She knew Murphy. She knew he was insensitive and brash and that her explanation did nothing to change his mind. Family ties would always go over his head. He would never grasp the loyalty she had to her father because his was dead. He couldn’t understand why she followed her mom here if she hated this side of her family so deeply because he would never in his right mind even seek out his mother again. He understood loyalty. He understood rising to the occasion and being there even if he had to grit his teeth and bite his tongue. He understood that when it came to the pack, but not family. Not blood. Benny was more of a parent to him than his own mother had ever been, and he was always so wasted that he couldn’t tell his son apart from his nephew most of the time. Nothing she said would make a difference. She was wasting her breath and his precious time.
“I get it, Ariel,” he hissed, fingers curled into fists as he rolled his eyes, “I struck a nerve, but we don’t have time for your sob story, and I don’t care.” He didn’t know if that was a lie or not. This was the first time they’d talked about anything so personal, and it was under pretty tense circumstances. Murphy was not one to have a heart to heart with and definitely not right now. It was good information to know, but she could have told him later. “I told you to chew me out after we’ve pulled this off because now we’ve lost, what, like five minutes because you’re bitchy?” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as she finally got to the plan—only for his shoulders to go tighter and tauter with every word. She shot down all of his suggestions. She didn’t know what he meant with the Scooby-Doo comment and that was a fucking crime. She called him James. God fucking damnit. He’d insisted that she quit it and call him Murphy, but she wouldn’t until she found out the reason why he didn't like his first name and he was not about to tell her of all people his pitiful life story. Plus, she’d said James and Jamie had a ring to it or some cheesy shit. She’d just been trying to piss him off and it had worked. His voice was tight with irritation as he conceded, “Alright, whatever. You know the house. I’ll follow your lead and if your back-up plan fails and gets me killed, I will haunt your ass. I mean, like drop your toothbrush in the toilet and put it back and fucking turn your oven on when you leave kind of poltergeist shit. Do not fuck this up, Jamie.” It was easier to let her think she was in control than to keep fighting her on this. Their window of opportunity was closing rapidly.
When it came to it, Murphy was going to do what he wanted anyways.
His eyes did widen slightly as she mentioned that she would outlive him. He hadn't known that, obviously. He hadn’t known her dad was that old, and it hadn’t even crossed his mind that she would live longer than her peers. She was a half-breed. Thinking about it now, he would have thought that it would be different for her. Maybe if they weren’t having this conversation in her car as they were plotting to rob a damn hunter’s fortress he would have caught onto that train of thought earlier and come to this conclusion. As it was, he was a little preoccupied and couldn’t be bothered with the logistics right now. They could gossip later.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew that she was troubled deeply by the idea of outliving everyone she knew, but Murphy was not the person she should have gone to if she wanted a hug and soft words. He didn’t understand. He wouldn’t lie and say he did or apologize for something that wasn’t his fault (not that he would have apologized even if it had been his fault). Instead, he sighed and said, “I got it, Mermaid. It’s a big deal so let’s get this show on the road to save your vampire daddy’s tails.”
When she said race, he didn’t think twice. “You’re damn stupid if you think I’m staying in this car or that I’m about to lose to you,” he laughed, a dark, snickering sort of sound. He was quick to act, unbuckling his seatbelt and shoving open the door and leaving it ajar. Without a word, he took off in a sprint towards the house she had pointed out before. The car was already turned off so he didn’t have the cushion of those extra few seconds. He hoped that his sudden departure would rattle her enough to guarantee him the lead. And even if that hadn't, she still had to close his door before she could follow after him anyways and that would buy him some time. It was a dirty move. He’d done his research. He knew that kitsune were fast, but not much faster than werewolves. If it was a fair race, maybe she would have won, but this head start should get him the win.
His arms swung with each step he took, bounding towards the modernized two-story home. It was daunting. Not in its size, but in its meaning. A hunter’s house. A family home. His mother owned a small, two bedroom home that had seen better days. She didn’t want extra space, didn’t want reminders of emptiness. Murphy growled to himself, hating that he thought of her. She didn’t have a place in his life anymore, but as much as he insisted otherwise, that was his mom. It wasn’t a clean cut. There would always be some small thread, even if he never saw her again.
Murphy pushed on, not looking over his shoulder as he heard the car doors shut and her footsteps pound on the pavement.
She knew him better than this. She shouldn’t have given him the opportunity to jump. This was Murphy. He was never going to play nice.
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Post by Jamie King on Jun 17, 2022 21:41:59 GMT
Maybe their bickering and constant back and forth could go too far. But he was dealing with a fox. Mischief and a slight lack of care for others was in her bones. He’d have to get used to it or he’d have to leave. Whichever came first. It was like she’d turned 16 and the world had flipped on its head. Compassionate, gentle, concerned. That used to be her. Now she was more like reckless, selfish and standoffish at the best of times. Even if no one else seemed to notice. Internally, it was a constant battle. Easier around friends. Challenging around random people who she had no moral obligation to be nice to. Well, Jamie knew she did but the little fox that seemed to sprint through her bloodstream had other ideas.
James brought out both sides of her. Usually it resulted in a nice balance – not too reckless but not too overbearingly gentle like she’d been a few years prior. Not that she’d tell him he helped settle her down. That the reason she smiled so broadly when she saw him enter a room was because she finally felt like she could relax. He’d keep her in line even if she kicked back a little. Jamie knew there was a limit to his patience – had a flicker of worry that she was currently pushing it to a dangerous level – but whilst she had him on her side, she was going to make the most of their time together. However fleeting.
If he wanted to flash his stupid golden werewolf eyes, he could, Jamie would be more than happy to rise to that challenge except she didn’t want to destroy the inside of her car. Her eyes stayed clear and light, a mix of blue, green and grey that Jamie could never quite settle on a definitive answer for.
If they knocked down some of the 10 foot high walls they kept around themselves, maybe James and Jamie would be able to understand each other a little better. But, dammit, Murphy was right. She was wasting time and whilst she didn’t appreciate the sentiment that he ‘didn’t care’ – whatever bullshit that was – she could pick her battles, sometimes. Still, she didn’t like his over exaggeration “it was more like a minute, tops, but fine I’ll shut up. Just this once.” Thankfully, he relented which Jamie couldn’t help but grin at. She was awfully competitive, downright nasty when on a losing streak. Rose had walked out on a number of games they played as children because of it. Huh, maybe she hadn’t been that compassionate as a child after all. There was just a certain joy in winning. Of your cards lining up to play the perfect hand. Of frustrating your cousin so much that she screamed at the top of her lungs when she couldn’t find your hiding spot after ten minutes of searching every nook and cranny of her house only to find that Jamie had been stealthily trailing her the whole time. The look of devastation on the other players’ faces was what Jamie sometimes thought heaven would look like. People had started to back away whenever Jamie approached the beer pong table at that weekend’s party. A) because she never missed and b) because if you got one in and she was on the receiving end you were about to receive a verbal spanking that would make most people’s lips tremble. Maybe she should get that competitive edge checked out. Nah. No fun in that.
“Oh no, come on be more creative with your ghost antics. Like remove all the cheese from my pizza and replace it with pineapple or something absolutely wicked but unexpected like that. I won’t accept a mediocre ghost in my life,” Jamie replied, feeling as if whatever tension had been growing between them was snapped a little. She knew he wasn’t 100% joking but she wouldn’t take his threats too seriously. Or seriously at all. He was not going to die tonight. Not on Jamie’s watch.
Vampire. Jamie wanted to laugh. Sure, werewolves and kitsunes she could wrap her head around mainly because both of those mythological creatures were sat in her beat-up old car. But vampires felt like a step too far. You’d think after knowing about this world for years she’d be used to the idea of things that go bump in the night existing in her town. In theory, she’d wrapped her head around it. That was until Bobbi died. Her mum kept having late night phone calls, whispering words down the phone line whilst Jamie crouched at the top of the stairs and tried to catch what she was saying. Another reason as to why she was jealous of Murphy’s hearing. She wanted to snoop.
“Luce, Lucy, come on,” Jamie’s mum would whisper this phrase a lot when talking to her older sister, constantly rubbing her thumb and forefinger against her temple. Her sister a constant headache it seemed. “Yes, the plan is still fine.” ‘The plan’ kept being mentioned. Details were rarely mentioned or when they were, Jamie’s mum’s voice dropped even quieter. “Rose and Jamie will be fine... yes, yes he’s more than happy to.” Jamie had an inkling of what the so-called plan was. Send her and Rose packing when the rogue pack situation became even worse. Because it wasn’t an if it was a definite when. Even though Jamie wanted nothing more than to leave Beacon Hills the thought of running away from it was different. She could fight. She could help. Even if that mentality felt awfully too close to that of a hunter. The ins and outs of ‘the plan’ were a mystery to Jamie. She didn’t know when the tipping point would be or how long they’d be gone for. She assumed the ‘he’ her mum spoke of was Jamie’s dad but who knows. Jamie didn’t want to run away from danger. She didn’t want to be seen as out of depth. Even if she felt like she was drowning half the time.
Bless whatever force introduced James into her life. Someone just as competitive and just as unwilling to lose face. Even if he was a little cheating fucker.
“You fucker!” She called even if he was already out the car, all thoughts of ‘the plan’ gone. He’d be able to hear her, of course. “You’re a little cheat, James!” She added, swinging out of the car, purse in hand and desperately stuffing her car keys inside as she slammed the door shut and locked it with fingers acting far more quickly than they should have.
He was dead if he thought he’d get away with that.
But fuck him. Double fuck him. He’d left his door open. “I’ll skin your little werewolf coat for my winter gloves, Murphy,” she whispered, sprinting to his side and pushing the door shut. A quick check to make sure it was locked and she was off, feet pounding the pavement as she pushed all of her energy into catching up to him.
She could stomach a draw. Maybe. But losing? No way.
She was gaining ground but their race track was also coming to a close, the drive to the Harpers house now clearly in view. The lights inside dark and not a car in sight. Perfect. “See,” Jamie panted, only a couple metres behind, “empty.”
But fuck him. He won. He’d cheated but he’d still won and frankly Jamie could appreciate a little well-timed cheating from time to time. Even if she was now one step away from having a strop for the remainder of the evening.
Stumbling to a stop behind Murphy, she nearly crashed into him, her body moving too quickly to come to a controlled stop. “You’re a little shit, you know that?” She chastised, stepping past him and approaching the front of the house. Instead of heading straight for the front door, Jamie approached the small garden that sat beneath the window of what was the family’s living room. Crouching down, Jamie fished her phone out from her purse to shine the homescreen’s light on the pile of rocks. She could see a little better than most but the moon was high in the sky and not providing as much light as Jamie would like. Quickly tapping around a few of the rocks, it was only on the fourth rock that she picked up that she found the key safe. “Voila,” Jamie sang out, raising it proudly in the air to show Murphy. Straightening back up, Jamie turned the rock over, staring at the small key pad. “Now, everyone knows a key safe’s code should be something hard to crack. And what’s harder to crack than your own birthday?” Jamie said drily as she typed in her own date of birth and the key safe clicked open. “It didn’t used to be mine but Rose would always panic when she got locked out so it was the safest option.” Fishing the spare set of keys out, they hung proudly from her index finger, shining softly in the moonlight. Tossing the key safe back down, Jamie made a mental note to return the key and key safe to the exact location she’d found them.
They couldn’t leave a trace. She had to remember that.
“Okay, let's enter the lions den,” she murmured, making her way to the front door and slipping the key in. It was a little old and rusted but after a quick jiggle, the door swung open. “Step one, complete.” Arguably, it was the easiest part. It was the only part she’d been sure would go to plan. From here, she was unsure.
It was odd. The house felt so homely. It always had. But Jamie had long lost any feeling of comfort from its shiny interiors and sleek walls. “Right, the office is down this hall,” Jamie said, pointing to the right as she walked through the entryway, past the large staircase and stopped at the start of the hallway. Her nerves were fried, skin crawling with stress and heart irritatingly beating too fast. “The armoury is through a door in the office so... we either see if it’s unlocked or go route around a dusty old attic. Choice is yours.” She should have been making the shots but her nerves were getting the better of her. She hadn’t considered not getting the tails but now they were here in the Harper’s large family home, Jamie was doubting the entire idea.
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Post by James Murphy on Jun 21, 2022 3:50:17 GMT
Murphy wasn’t one to bite his tongue unless it benefitted him. He liked the sound of his own voice. He liked the bitter notes and deepened pitches it hit when he was aggravated. He liked the way a person’s face twisted as his words buried low in their guts and burned and stabbed like poisoned daggers. He didn’t like to hold back, but he kept his tongue still now. He wouldn’t say it, but he was surprised that he won. As he skidded to a stop, sneakers squeaking on the pavement of the Harper’s driveway, his eyes widened slightly. Of the pack, he was considered the weakest. He hated it and no one ever said it, but that didn’t change it from being true. The others had a biological advantage being born wolves versus him being turned. His frame was still slender, though more solid than frail as it once had been. He hadn’t expected for his cheating to have paid off. Or maybe he had worked her supernatural abilities to be something greater than they were. Everything seemed more solid on paper, in practice it was different. He had no doubt that in a fair fight he would have lost the footrace, but like hell if there was ever going to be a fair anything with him involved. Murphy was a man of opportunity. He only involved himself in situations he knew he would win or benefit from. Hell, he only befriended Blake and Jensen because he knew being associated with Ashton would give him power. It had given him so much more than he’d ever expected. His shoulders tensed briefly at the thought of his alpha, of the mess he’d gotten himself in. Murphy knew why he was keeping his mouth shut, why Blake turned a blind eye—but he couldn’t piece together why Jensen hadn’t pulled Ashton aside and grilled him in that annoying parental way he does. Murphy figured Jensen’s little girlfriend may play a role, but he didn’t know for sure. He steeled himself then to ask Jensen about it. The two butted heads often, but they needed to be on a united front about this. Ashton had told the pack that the Little’s were hunters and that Erin had found him turned in the woods—bare bones of information, so he knew it wasn’t as simple as that, but if they fucked in the woods couldn’t mean less to him. Ashton was involved with hunters. He was fucking two hunters. They were rooted in the pack. They were a part of their routine now. When shit hit the fan, it wouldn’t be just a little lover’s spat. It could be blood and fucking death and part of him wanted to smack Ashton upside the head, but he’d never lay a hand on his alpha. It was going to be a shit show and the pack needed to stand together to keep each other safe. He didn’t think Jade would rat them out to her parents and have them killed, but Erin? Bitches be crazy and she was a fucking raging bitch.
And this mess with the deputy dying, God. Beacon Hills was akin to Hell. A war was brewing and he knew they weren’t prepared.
He sighed, a long exhale as he closed his eyes and honed in his sense of hearing. He tuned out the chitter of insects and Jamie’s panted breaths as focused on the house before him. Silent. Water dripping from a leaky faucet and the gentle rush or air from the vents as the air conditioner worked to keep the house cool. Murphy opened his eyes when Jamie came to a stop just behind him, side stepping as she got too close—if she fell, she was not bringing him down with her. But she stabilized herself without touching him thank God. “I do know that,” he boasted as he turned towards her, lips uncharacteristically twisted up just slightly at the corners in a prideful smirk, “And so do you, so next time don’t be stupid enough to give me a warning. Learn your lesson, Ariel.” Part of Murphy wanted to laugh, but the noise didn’t pass his lips. It felt wrong and gross to laugh at something she’d said. Jamie would get a big head and think she was funny or some shit. He didn’t want to brush her ego. “I think I’d make nice gloves though,” he deadpanned, commenting on what she had called after him, “But you’d have to catch me first.” If he were Blake, he would have winked. But he wasn’t, so he didn’t. Murphy sneered instead, all cocky and confident after his win.
His footfalls were quiet as he followed her towards the side of the house, sparing a glance at her crouched form before turning to keep watch. It wasn’t just the Harper’s they had to worry about, but bypassers as well. The street was silent, however. Cars buzzed a few streets over and neighbors chatted within their homes but nothing to raise suspicion. He peeked over his shoulder as her voice rang out in a sing-song string of notes, rolling his eyes as she typed her birthday into the weird rock safe. He found it odd that it was her birthday of all things, but knew better than to question it now—with his luck, she’d go on another rant about her family or some obnoxious shit. He made a mental note to make sure the keys were replaced before they fled the scene. He didn’t imagine her family would notice right away that the tails were missing, he didn’t think they would check their armory every day, but if the key was missing, that would tip them off. There would be no one else but Jamie to accuse when they realized what was gone, and while he would be safe, he didn’t want her to get caught. Sure, she was annoying most times, but not all times. Without her, he lost a safe haven. The words would never bless his lips. Murphy was starting to rethink how he saw himself. He left so much unsaid, so scared to bear the weight of emotion that he buried it deep in his chest. He wouldn’t call her a friend, he would never tell her that she was important. He couldn’t. But she was. She was a small extension of the pack he’d bonded with. She was something of his own. Something strange and strong and powerful. He benefited knowing her, that’s why he kept her around, but not just because of her supernatural abilities. She offered him a distraction. She didn’t nag at him to spill what was weighing him down. They just existed together. As friends. He wanted to cringe at the word, but repressed it.
Murphy wasn’t as heartless as he seemed, unfortunately.
But no one else had to know that.
Quietly, he fell in step behind her as she made her way to the front door—wincing at the creak the key in the lock made. His nose scrunched up at the scent of her distress—sour and bitter on the back of his tongue. His eyes cut her way and dragged over her face once. No way. He wanted to be upset, but a small part of him understood it. He was nervous too. He’s never done anything this reckless. He’s never been in the line of fire. He’d nearly died from his shitty lungs, but this? He was standing at the end of a barrel of a gun.
And he wasn’t even doing it for himself.
God fucking damnit, he was a fucking secret softy.
Murphy pushed his shoulders back, refusing to let his thoughts distract him—refusing to let Jamie falter and jeopardize their mission. If anxiety was going to lock its slimy chains around her heart, he was going to take the lead. He pressed past her into the home, eyes adjusting to the darkness as he took in the homey environment. “Come on, Rotten Egg,” he teased to keep up appearances, the taunt softer than normal as he repressed his own nerves, “Follow the leader.” The pictures lining the walls made his skin crawl, the hunters’ smiling faces beaming down at him. It made him throw up a bit in the back of his throat, swallowing down the acid as he grimaced. He scrunched his nose at their grins and continued down the hall. The click of the door as Jamie shut it behind them had his ears perked, but didn’t turn around as he called over his shoulder, “Step two is going to be a bitch.” The office was an easy find. It was the only door with an obnoxious biometric lock blinking a soft blue in the low light the moon offered. Fuck. As he took a closer look at it, he shook his head—finger gently testing the handle before prodding the device.
“Scooby-Doo isn’t going to solve this case,” he sneered, eyes finding Jamie’s in the darkness, “If we fuck with it, I’m certain it’ll set off some kind of alarm.” He studied the device closer then, leaning in as he looked for some kind of hint as to how to solve it, but he knew that attempting to unlock it without a proper fingerprint wouldn’t end well. “Hunters are fucking nuts,” he hissed, looking around to spot some other way in but not seeing anything obvious.
“You said there’s a window, right?” He asked, though he grimaced as the question left his lips, “Because I think that’s our safest bet. We can jimmy that lock easier than this one.” Because yeah, he could rip the lock off or she could flood it, but that would leave a mark. The window’s lock would be easy to break without leaving a trace. Perhaps she could even use her water powers to push the lock aside so he didn’t have to tear it off with his claws. He raised his brow at her, knowing that the decision was hers in the end.
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Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
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I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on Jun 26, 2022 21:15:13 GMT
The first time they’d been left alone, their friends had been off chasing drinks and, in Blake’s case, a firm ass which Jamie had glanced at for all of two seconds before she’d stared up at the ceiling of Eli’s kitchen. The golden glint of the lampshade swinging above the counter capturing her attention as the cold of the countertop bit into the skin of her back between the white crop top and baggy jean combo she’d opted for. The brewing silence between Murphy and Jamie had her redirecting her gaze, the party a buzz around the pair, and levelling her eyes on him. Murphy’s moody reputation had preceded him and when Blake had dragged her over, an arm looped around her shoulders so that she couldn’t really escape the interaction, she’d hesitated at the introduction. “Jamie’s been beating my ass in beer pong all night, Murphy,” Blake had said in introduction, rubbing his knuckles against the side of Jamie’s head like she was a little kid. Admittedly, she was grateful that that was the attention he was giving her. The potential awkwardness that could have come from him pursuing her in the way he seemingly did to most girls at these parties was sure to damper the shred of friendship she saw in Blake. For ten minutes or so the three of them stood, Jamie managing to slip out of Blake’s hold to grab a drink quickly before returning and standing next to Murphy whilst the two boys spoke about some cooking show they’d apparently been watching just before they’d headed over. Jamie had stayed fairly silent, focused on her drink and her desperate attempt to feel a little something from the copious amounts of alcohol she was consuming. But then some girl had walked by and Blake had departed with a wink sent her way. “You know, my favourite thing to cook is toast,” Jamie had told Murphy, a wry smile sneaking its way onto her lips. “It’s completely foolproof,” she’d added, biting down on the edge of her red cup. She’d felt on edge around him, unsure how volatile his moods could be or how much patience he’d have for someone who had been introduced to him by Blake of all people. Which really wasn’t fair, Blake had always been kind to her from the moment she’d fired her hairband across the school cafeteria whilst Willow organised the group’s plan to the cinema that night. The hairband had hit him square in the back of the head at a speed that truly was unrealistic for a piece of elastic. Blake had spun around, eyes scanning for the culprit before they quickly landed on Jamie’s shocked face. He’d sauntered over a few seconds later, Jamie unable to keep the amusement off her face. “You dropped this,” he’d murmured, handing it over to her in a dramatic flourish which she was sure was meant to be charming. It had worked to some extent. The next party she’d attended, she’d rushed over, acting as if they were firm friends. Murphy didn’t quite have Blake’s charm and charisma but Jamie hadn’t been able to leave his side that night, pulled in by his reputation and desperate to catch a glimpse of what else the boy could be.
Now, as Jamie saw the hint of a smile pass Murphy’s face at her string of angry words, she was glad she’d stuck it out over all these months. “Oh, I’ll be catching you next time, lil pup.” Jamie replied, tossing him a look over her shoulder.
Perhaps this whole idea had been a mistake. Each step further into the Harper’s house had Jamie’s hands near shaking. This was not her. She’d caught Murphy studying her face as they’d stepped inside, she knew he wouldn’t stand her bullshit panic now. Besides, had she not been reassuring him that they would be completely fine? If they got caught she would get told off and her mother would be mad but the Harper kids were not going to get violent with their cousin. Especially not when she was with some random guy. She had to brush this off. She’d been in this house tens of times, maybe even hundreds. It wasn’t a big booby trap. They were fine and she was not about to lose face in front of Murphy.
Rotten egg. Perfect. Maybe she should be more careful with what words she threw out unless she wanted to be one day dubbed something far worse simply because she’d said it first. Murphy’s words helped though. Jamie’s shoulders softened, a pep kicking back into her step as she trailed behind him to the office. She and Rose would crowd into the room when they were kids, all excited jumps and words exiting them at 100 miles an hour as they explained whatever game they’d been up to or petitioned to host yet another talent show that night. It was a shame really and as Jamie stared down at the blinking blue light a tiny bit of sadness crept inside of her. She knew she was still welcome to come over. It was Jamie herself who was becoming hostile towards her family. Even her own mum was becoming sick of her so-called attitude. But it was too late to make amends. Especially now she’d broken in.
Jamie kept a step back as Murphy eyed the lock. She was not good with technology. If her laptop started to act up she was more likely to smack it than do anything else. Which, yeah, normally made it worse but sometimes it worked. “See,” Jamie said stepping up to his side but still maintaining that constant distance the two normally maintained around themselves, “if I were a lightning kitsune I could just zap it,” she added, shooting out her fingers to display said ‘zapping’ to Murphy, “but my talents lie in making puddles, which, I don’t think will help us tonight.”
Rubbing the back of her neck as she also glanced down the hall to look for alternative entry points, Jamie released a quick sigh, “in fairness, with a baby running around the house it’s probably best this is locked.” As it stood, baby Elena was the least dangerous of the Harper clan, being, well, a literal baby.
Jamie nodded along to what he said, “yeah, yeah, follow me.” She was off, speeding back down the hall and passing through into the large kitchen diner that took up the width of the house. Side-stepping a haphazard collection of children’s building blocks, Jamie approached the French doors that met in the middle of the room, backing onto the luscious lawn which revealed little in the moonlight. Grinning, Jamie twisted the key that was already stuck in place and slid the doors open. “Come on slowpoke,” she teased as she stepped outside, “I just let you win before so you wouldn’t whine so much when you see this window.” Jamie said as she pranced along the length of the house until she reached the large hedge which worked to divide the Harper’s house from their neighbours.
The window to the office sat on the side of the office, casting a perfect line of sight to the portrait of the Harper Elder who seemed to glower at Jamie as she stepped up to the window. The window itself wasn’t that high but the only panel which opened was out of arm's reach. Spinning on her heel to face Murphy, Jamie placed her hands on her hips, “well, James, as the more talented one between us I call dibs on getting the window open but I am, unfortunately, going to need a helping hand reaching it.” All of this was said in a sickly sweet and entirely fake polite tone, eyes laced with mischief as her gaze flicked between the boy in front of her and the window.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
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I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on Jun 29, 2022 4:19:46 GMT
Murphy wasn’t a fan of nicknames. Or rather, of people calling him a nickname. Off his lips, they were cruel and rough. They were mean and a reminder of someone’s place. Sabby and Ariel and Jenny. They weren’t kind. They were meant to upset them, but from others they meant familiarity and closeness. They meant weakness and he was not weak. He didn’t like the demoralizing sound of them directed at him, he didn’t like to be talked down to. Murphy wasn’t a nickname, not really. It was his name, just as James was. He had to fight down the urge to punch Blake each time he teasingly called him Jamie, but fucking Jimmy? It made his skin crawl when Sabrina would step up behind him in the kitchen and in a sing-song voice call out that vile fucking name. He repressed a shiver at the thought. He hated it. He hated that even now she still let the name fall from her lips as if she had the fucking right to after what she did. It’s been six months since that cool February night that she rolled up in Blake’s obnoxious car, but Murphy hadn’t softened yet. He couldn’t. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Sabrina to spook as she did before and abandon them as she had before. Betray them as she had before. Murphy wasn’t prepared to pick up the pieces. He wasn’t equipped to. Blake was his boy. Blake was his brother. He couldn’t watch him fall apart like last time. He’d gut Sabrina himself if she ever hurt that boy again.
He found himself frowning. Not that it wasn’t normal for him to have a scowl, but he needed to be focused now. That stupid 'lil pup' comment had derailed him. Jamie was the exception to his nickname rule. She played the same game as him. It wasn’t familiarity. It wasn’t a play on his name in a companionable manner. It was to get under one another’s skin. It was to piss one another off just enough. Calling her the Little Mermaid and her calling him a dog. It was banter. It was how they worked. With Sabrina, it was different. It had started off differently. Jimmy had arisen when they were young, her playing around with his first name and giggling when he frowned. Now it was an irritation tactic, but it hadn’t been back then. It had just been a nickname. G.I. Blake and Jenny and Ash. Fucking Jimmy. He rolled his eyes to himself, tucking away the Lil Pup comment and brewing a comeback for later.
Blue eyes slid towards her at the mention of lightning kitsune. The different types had always intrigued him—just like the different reactions to the bite. He could have been a werejaguar or banshee after Alan Pines had sunk his teeth into the meat of his arm. He didn’t understand why there were such varying results to the transition and hated that. Murphy was a man who liked to know everything. He paused then, thinking back to how she described the blades. Her dad must have the power of lightning then, right? It wasn’t a far reach. Though, he wondered why she adopted water powers. Was it personality based? Or some alteration in genealogy? He couldn’t afford to spend the time dwelling on it and didn’t care to ask her right now and have her waste more of their precious time going on some weird, long family spiel rather than giving him a straight answer. He tucked this question away too in his mental notebook. So many words sitting on his tongue, but he was smart enough to hold them back for now.
“I can’t see a fucking puddle helping in any circumstance,” Murphy belittled, purposefully being an asshole because, well, he was one. He scrunched his nose up in disgust at the mention of the baby. Little fucking hell spawn, surely. Like there needed to be more hunters in Beacon Hills. Besides that, there didn’t need to be any more kids. They grossed him out and were annoying as hell. Murphy was not a fan. Murphy just didn’t really like anything. He followed after her, keeping his ears on alert as they snuck out of the kitchen door. “Oh, fuck off,” he huffed at her jab, rolling his eyes as they came to a stop, “You didn’t let me do shit. You were stupid and I took advantage of that.”
He turned towards the window then, shoulders going tense as he realized how this had to play out. Perfect. Fucking amazing. His eyes found hers, an unimpressed look etched into his bold features as he deadpanned, “The only thing you’re more talented at than me is being fucking annoying.” Shaking his head, he pushed his dark hair out of his face before moving towards the window. It wouldn’t take much effort to hoist her up to the window with his enhanced strength, but he braced himself against the side of the house regardless. He bent his knees, fingers braided together as he clasped his hands in front of him for Jamie to place her foot on.
“C’mon. We don’t have all night and we both want this to be over with as quickly as possible,” he gritted out, eyes alight with mischief—an echo of the look in her own but for a separate reason, “I don’t want to be touching you any more than I want you touching me.” And that was a hook, a sharp little one-liner to spark a reaction in her. He couldn't help himself. He had his assumptions, and this would clarify them—at least partially. Jamie was always careful with her reactions, but there was no fooling a wolf. There was always a split second shift in her features before she could school them, a spike of her scent that (he hated to say) changed the one he was familiar with. His wording would help. He put himself on the line too.
And yeah, this wasn’t the time for outing Jamie, but Murphy couldn’t help himself. She was already panicked and high strung, it was the optimal time to catch her slipping up. It didn’t matter to him if she was gay or straight or whatever other options there were, but Murphy wanted to know. He wanted to know anything and everything about everyone. It gave him the upper hand and he didn’t want to need it on Jamie (yes, he was ashamed to admit that, even to himself) but it wouldn’t stop him from needling and probing until she gave him what he was sure he already knew.
Murphy shook his hands to emphasize their hurry, playing off his nosiness expertly. To her, it had just been a snide comment, not him digging for a secret.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on Nov 28, 2022 20:31:20 GMT
The sigh was passing through her lips, emitting a puff of air before Murphy had even finished his short sentence on the uselessness of her puddle making ability. A fact that Jamie was well aware of and often berated herself over. But sure, throw Murphy into the mix and maybe her powers would finally get the message to stop fucking around and being annoying little bitches who could just about show off at a party to people who were drunk and high. Some motivational spite to one-up Murphy couldn’t hurt.
She caught the upturned lip at the mention of the baby and forced herself to not smile too much. Naturally, kids weren’t her thing. But her family had all become rather obsessed. Jamie felt like the only one who remembered that Elena’s mom was bound to come back one day, scoop the kid up and disappear again without a trace. That was a mess Jamie was certainly not going to involve herself in or show much sympathy for beyond a brief condolence. Cold, aloof to it all. That’s what she’d become inside these halls.
Back out in the crisp early autumn air, a spring returned to Jamie’s step at not feeling quite so smothered by the presence of the Harpers out here.
“I’m never stupid. If you believe my actions are anything short of a slowly, delicately built masterplan, then you’re mistaken.” Jamie responded, pushing as much sincerity into her words as she could even if the damn-near Shakespearean sentence had her lips twitching upwards. “Yeah, okay, Mr. I can’t win a game of beer pong,” Jamie muttered back and if it was anyone else she would have pushed them, just to execute her point a little more. But there was a definite line in the sand between the two of them and friendly pushes and shoves was well over that invisible wall.
A line they were about to destroy. Jamie mock shivered at the thought of it, not wanting Murphy to think that she had forged some elaborate plan to touch him. He was a means to an end in this circumstance and sure, there was no one else she could have asked… or even wanted to but that was just a point of semantics. She knew he’d be available. She knew how to convince him and that he’d do whatever he could to lash out a little at a hunter family. It wasn’t because she liked to think he’d help anyway. That was silly. So, fucking silly.
She took an extra moment to eye up his hand, he was strong and she was hard to break. Despite those facts, the nagging worry that maybe he’d just drop her for a laugh had her hesitate for a split second until he was jostling her to hurry up and truly, they’d made it this far that she couldn’t have him change his mind, leave and lose all the progress they’d made. Not that she’d call walking the length of the house and back outside again progress.
His words spurred her on, that spark reigniting as she met his eye, “most people would love a chance to touch a fox,” she taunted, playing the same game right back. She’d started to pick up on his little nudges, seeking for that piece of information she’d thought was buried deep beneath the surface. The party with Sadie had maybe been a bit too much of a giveaway. That was all the reaction she’d give him tonight, especially since she’d already done a far too dramatic fake shiver to convey her disinterest. Taunt for taunt. Tit for tat.
But even if her words tried to put him off the scent… she couldn’t be in complete control of her emotions all the time. The second before she’d spoken, her eyes had widened, nostrils flaring with just a hint of panic before the words were flowing out. Quick and clever to anyone else. Slow and glaringly obvious to Murphy.
No, he was just trying to get a rise out of her.
Right?
She shook her head, placing a palm against the wall and the other on Murphy’s shoulder as she took a step onto his hand. Stealing a breath, she didn’t bother to look down at the boy knowing all he’d do was complain and threaten to drop her if she didn’t instantly move. Pushing off the ground with her other foot, teeth clenched together, Jamie released her hold on Murphy’s shoulder as her fingers found their way onto the window frame. Taking a peek inside, Jamie’s face wrinkled in distaste. So weirdly opulent and old fashioned.
Stretching as far as she could, Jamie’s nails slipped inside the crack between the panel and the external frame, hoping that it wasn’t dead-bolted somewhere she’d never noticed before. With a nudge, the window began to ease open. Grinning now, Jamie’s fingers slipped in the gap as the window creaked open. Clearly not one that was often opened.
As the warmer air from inside pushed back out toward her, Jamie chucked a look back down at Murphy, “right, give me a push,” eyes narrowing before she quickly added, “not too hard, moron, and I can let you in unless you want me to hoist you up Rapunzel style.” Jamie said knowing all she needed was a little momentum and she could scrambled her way (very inelegantly) into the office.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
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I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on Nov 29, 2022 15:04:10 GMT
Murphy’s lips lifted in a sneer, eyes rolled so violently it stung as she insisted that she wasn’t stupid. Of course she was. Who of any intelligence befriends someone like Murphy—and then solicits them to break and enter into their family home to steal something they aren’t even sure is there? She was taking a guess. She hadn’t scoped the place out, hadn’t made a plan. She was fucking stupid, but fuck, he hadn’t hesitated to join her either. He shivered at what that said about him. Fucking Jamie. Murphy didn’t grace her with a response to that. It would be too much of an opening for her to take a stab at his own intelligence. Plus, he totally has won a game of beer pong against her. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he knew if he got into it now, they’d end up brawling over her cheating and his accused ‘lack’ of skill (which was a lie) and get caught before they even really got anywhere with this mission. He sighed internally, shifting his feet so they were more firmly planted and cut his eyes to hers to read her reaction.
And there it was. That split-second window before she was able to mask her emotions into a blank slate. It was all the confirmation he needed. After that party at Eli's where Sadie had been all over Jamie and the ginger girl was a blushing wreck the whole time. Yeah. No fucking doubt. Jamie's a lady lover. Murphy didn’t know why this was so important to him, why unraveling this deep secret of hers was such a necessity. Or that’s what he convinced himself, because deep down he knew why he was digging so fucking hard to find this truth—to force something he hadn’t been sure of to light, but now he was certain. He hadn’t wanted to be on his own anymore. The thought made him want to gag. It was so fucking pathetic and weak and the anti-thesis of him, but Murphy didn’t want to be the only person he knew tiptoeing by the closet door. If Jamie was a lesbian, maybe she’d get it. Maybe he’d settle more into his own skin. Maybe he’d be able to (confide was the wrong word, that was too personal) talk shit to someone about all of the guys he’d slept with because he hadn’t been able to before. He couldn’t tell Blake or Ashton or Jensen. He didn’t have anyone other than that. He wouldn’t tell Sabrina and fuck all if he turned to Erin to tell a secret to—though, it seems like she was good at keeping them.
It wasn't like he could go sit with the LGBT kids at lunch and shoot the shit.
Jamie was different. Jamie was a loophole.
Murphy was just fine with who he was. He didn’t hate that part of him that craved guys more than girls. He didn’t feel ashamed, but he did feel alone. He hated it, hated that he could even admit that to himself, but it was the truth. One he would never say aloud, but the truth all the same.
But now he knew. He wasn’t the only queer supernatural in town. He wasn’t on his own. Murphy would call her out after this, he decided—because as tempting as it was to get it over with, he didn’t want to jeopardize their hunt.
Not that this meant anything to him, but it did to Jamie and she was (ew, ew, ew) his friend.
“You’re a fuckin vermin and everyone knows it,” he ground out, teeth clenched as she put her hand beside him on the wall and prepared herself to leap up, “Foxes ain’t shit compared to wolves.”
The sole of Jamie’s shoe settling in his open palms made Murphy’s skin crawl. He repressed a shiver, partly concerned that if he let his shoulders shake with disgust that he risked touching her even more. His nose scrunched up, head turned to the side as he bore her weight and waited for her command to heft her higher. He considered vaulting her. It’d be funny as hell, but would definitely fuck them over. He wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible. The creak of the window was deafening upon his ears, but he knew that it hadn’t actually been loud and that it was his cue to start pushing her up. So with little preamble, he lifted his arms slow and steady to not jostle her, raising her high enough to sneak into the open window. His arms held still, no tremble or sign of weakness—a bored look on his face as she crawled through the opening.
Murphy ran his hands roughly down his jeans, nose crinkled and lips downturned as he glared up at her. “There better be fucking Purell in there or I will raise hell,” he threatened, taking a step back and considering what she had said. “Save the hair pulling for a pretty girl,” he was an asshole, what can he say—he would never be able to help himself, “I’ll head back around.” He didn’t give her a chance to recover, ducking his head down and jogging back to the door they’d come out of. She better have her shit together. If that door wasn’t unlocked by the time he made his way around, he was going to kick her ass.
He eased the door shut behind him, taking a moment to listen out for any out of place sounds before he headed back to the office door. Which was closed. Fucking bitch.
Murphy gave the door a sharp knock, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowed as he waited for her to throw it open.
“Took you fucking long enough,” he huffed, stepping into the room and narrowly avoiding knocking shoulders as he did, “Any idea where they could be?” His eyes found her then, after a long glare around the room. It was ugly and outdated. It was filled with weapons meant to kill him. He didn’t want to be here longer than he had to be.
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