#jax → { 🇵‌🇸‌🇾‌🇨‌🇭‌🇴‌🇧‌🇺‌🇫‌🇫‌ }

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@lotuskissed scowls in disgust, arms folded across her chest. "if that's your attempt at being romantic, you're doing a terrible job at it." she wrinkles her nose at jax & turns her head the other way. "if you really wanna turn me on, you're gonna have to do better than that." ramona laughs while examining her nail work, her other hand placed on her hip, & she looks nonchalant. "yes, i like to laugh, but i rather laugh at cute puppies doing silly things — are you able to do provide with anything like that, baby?"

"Pfft. You think I was tryin' to make you laugh? I was warning you. I ain't gunna warn everyone else in this gang. You should be thanking me." He rolls his eyes, moving past her only to stop mid way. "I know how to be romantic, darlin'. The question is, what makes you think I want to with you?"

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"No. Just with you." He said quickly, reaching over to grab his backpack from the ground. "We should keep moving." It's been days since they've had a shower, good food and shelter that wasn't full of holes from the on and off rain of the north. Illinois wasn't his go to but the word of a firefly settlement gave him somewhat of hope. "We should get there by midnight if we keep moving. I fucking hope it's not abandoned." More and more Firefly camps were destroyed. It became uneasy, not that he didn't mind being alone but to have a place to belong to. Jax likes to have a purpose even if he hates his guard duty job.

"I could go for a steak."

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And just as quick as it came, her smile faded to something much more deadpan. Her head fell back, tilting towards the sky as a scoff escaped her. At this point, she wasn't even disappointed. She should know by now the types of answers he would give and yet she still found herself asking, somewhat interested. "Why do I even bother?" A smirk grew as she shook her head, finally looking back at him. "Have you always been this much of a pain in the ass? Or did that become your specialty after the world went to shit?" She couldn't help but laugh softly.

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“..And so she said, you’re a piece of shit.” Laughter comes loudly. His glass tightly in his hand with some days old alcohol. “Why aren’t you laughing?” He glances at the woman bound by rope and a gag in her mouth. She’s propped against a wall of a booth. He slips from the stool, looking down at her. Those eyes wet, stained cheeks of red. She’s not happy, and she shouldn’t be for what she’s done to him. She’s the last one of the group. The one who started it all. The one who took her from him.

There’s muffling behind the soaked cloth. He reaches over using a bent finger to push down the gag and allow her to take in a sharp breath. He’s squatting now, face to face. She could see him more clearly. He’s got a wound by his temple, and there’s blood splatters across his face, dried now. Bruising at his knuckles, red, sore and aching. He couldn’t feel it. He felt numb for what happened. As if that part of him who gave a shit died.

“Jax, please. We were drinking and-” There’s a slap across her face.  “You were drinking. You were shooting up and you were planning this for days. Now she’s dead.” A pause. He could hear the groaning just outside the bar’s main doors. “They found us. I’m gunna go ahead and let you go. You won’t die from my hands.” He then chuckles lightly. “You don’t deserve that sort of mercy.” Standing he finishes his drink, placing it down on the bar and grabs his backpack. Heading towards the door the woman begs him to not go, begs him to kill her. Anything’s better than being eaten alive.

He removes his blade and opens the door. He opens it so that when it swings inwards, he’s out of sight, hiding behind it. This is enough that they head towards the main entrance. She’s trying to get away, making noise and they are quick to find her. He slips past, pushing a few out of his way, killing one that won’t stop attempting to attack him.

He’d find himself on a path to a different life. Grabbing his hood, he places it over his head, and ducks into an alleyway. Easier to stay out of the main road where most tend to linger. Now, the question is.. what do you do next? Has anyone else survived?

@draconisa

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"Running water? Ain't that something." The house is abandoned just like the street. There's a couple of dead things across the street in the dense forest. The house chosen is two stories which, in this case, is good. He can boobytrap the floor if required. Two bedrooms and a guest bathroom. "You find any food?" He yells out, now making his way to the top of the stairs.

There's doubt about hot water but cold water is better than anything. He should find a way to get her to join him. Make the room steamy instead of dead. "Maybe alcohol?"

@draconisa

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That moment you use AI to make cute images and it goes completely wrong.

Ok so I can see them being hella drunk.

Ft: @shctsfired

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"Don't touch that!" His words came sharply. Aware of the young gal, he could tell she wasn't very smart on the whole survival aspect.

"That's not meant for you." The Raider being pushy. It took him forever to even find that pre-war lunchbox and there's no way he's losing that bomb to some person passing by.

@distantpagesandpapercuts

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"I'm still wondering why you're here."

What brought Ramona to the camp? Most raiders bring their new prey as something to poke at, to use for a nightcap. Some torture their victims too. Ramona survived and gained some respect among everyone, even the leader. Not enough to overrule of course.

@lotuskissed

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❛ promises are just words, meaningless and easily broken. ❜ / for the boah jax !! <3

"Hn." Not much to it. Jax didn't know what to say. The man before him venting his frustrations. Beady brown eyes staring into the firepit before him. How the flames dance and slap into the air. He thought about his past, the way these neighbors promised things. The way they broke the trust of his girl friend and forced him to be disloyal. He could still hear their screams, their begs. The gurgling of speech due to the blood oozing out of their neck.

"Why bother with the girl then? Ain't you gunna break that promise? No loyalty, then there's no point of anything. Maybe you need to reevaluate your life...whatever time limit that is." Since, yanno, he's old.

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❝ Look, I caught dinner! ❞ from bailey who caught a  squirrel

The door swings open letting the cool winter breeze kiss at his cheeks and nose. There's a breath of air, enjoying the freshness it's trying to bring. It only lasts a second as reality sets in that those things are out there ruining the late fall. He folds down the corner of an old teen magazine to look over at the excited little Bailey. He grins closing the book and placing it against the cot. They found solace in an old library. It was once a shelter for the sick, an old firefly camp. A few cots lingering that didn't have dried blood or holes. Felt like a dream compared to sleeping on concrete or rocks. Even if he took all the leaves he could find into piles, it still wasn't better than a bed, or a cot for this matter.

He rises to his feet and joins her. He pats her head knowing she's not too fond of it. Taking the squirrel from her he checks it out for anything that may be hidden behind fur, any scars on the skin that can give signs of infection. "You did great."

It wasn't really a good idea to have a firepit in such a building but he did. Ain't any electricity here to cause the ceiling sprinklers to come on, and they do have a lot of fire fuel thanks to the books. He'd place it on the side, while ripping a few more pages from a book and tossing into the small flames of the campfire. "You up to skinning it, or would you rather I do it?"

@uncxntrxllable

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"How else are you gunna survive when it's my turn? You think I'll live forever? You gotta live on your own and you gotta take this shit from someone to prepare yourself. That right there." He points at her face. "That is what will kill you. Get stronger, and hold it in. No one cares about someone who cries. You can't win being a sad little girl."

Jax having one of his episodes. They'd come once in a while. It was either a smell in the air, a song on the radio or a dream that would haunt him of his former life, his former love. He hated himself, and he hated what came to be. The facts are there. Bailey needs to try harder to survive. It's the only good left that Jax could give her. Ain't nothing else in this world for him.

@uncxntrxllable

@brokenreality--x sent:

{ bailey } "No one cares."

❝ I care! ❞ She says, turning away from him on the chair and shifting her journal aside on the table, anger crossed her features as she delicately dabbed a finger on the page, as if it would fix the little bit of water damage. It was nothing serious, the notebook is fine to continue using, but it ruined the sketch she did of the raccoon they seen last night. ❝ Why are you always so mean? ❞

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"All I'm saying is, keep that Reno guy away from me." Jax had enough of a headache as it is. Even if the Phoenix heard of Shin-ra, he didn't want anything to do with them. The fact that Reno is claiming he'll take his caps away and do his work, that's the issue. "Otherwise I may find a permanent solution for the fucker."

@poeticphoenix

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Something did not feel right. It's too quiet. There's no sign of the moaning dead. There's no sign of birds. Just a chill wind hitting their face. It causes him to stop within the dense forest. He took a breath and then it occurred to him. She's ahead of him, walking into the clearing. She may be pissed off at him, as if that's something new, but he wasn't going to let her walk out there alone. "Harper!" His voice is as if a whisper but loud, tempting to crack and be in full tone. She doesn't budge. He knows he shouldn't have mentioned about her brother and how he deserved to die. The kid was weak. Still, it ate at him that he left out the detail of who killed her brother. Not the fact that it was the raider gang but the fact that he was the one who did the blow. There's a low ticking, his heart beginning to quicken in his chest. He moves quickly towards her grabbing her arm and pulling her back into him. She'd fight and he didn't care. He held her there, as he steps back and forcing her with him. There's an explosion. Pieces of metal and plastic fly with smoke. He'd cover the back of her head with his hand. Anything he could cover of her with his body, he did. The shrapnel hitting his body, hard. It wasn't enough to send them back but it was enough to damage his exposed skin. Glass, broken, stuck in his neck, in his exposed arm. It stung and it felt nice. He felt something but it wasn't enough for him to panic. Did she push him away? He didn't take notice other than they were no longer touching. "It's a damn mine field. We're not going to get to the next settlement this way. We'll have to detour.. the problem with that is.. I'm not sure how far this shit goes."

@shctsfired

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Explosions! There's a lot of cussing and bullets flying. Each person falls to their death over a one-man army in a vault suit. This is what the Radio spoke about. Some guy helping the town, some hero. Fucker is crazy and what did Jax do? Just stand and watch.

He comes forth, lighting a cigarette. It's a different approach as he may be wearing leather armor but doesn't have a gun pointed or a knife in his hand. He's calm and collected. "Finally. Those shit birds were starting to really get on my nerves. Ah uh... not here for a fight." He's used to others killing his somewhat crew of the day and doing pickings. Either way, he shrugs his shoulders. "If you want the good stuff, I can lead you to their camp. Don't worry, there won't be an ambush. I mean.." He chuckles. "I'm the one who was supposed to guard the place."

@that-kid-from-vault-101

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❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

"Then go right ahead." He moves his arm in a jester her to take the lead.

"Go into that mess of infected, after all, I'm the one who's requesting aide to the next camp so I can find my long lost brother." He says sarcastically.

"Actually, that's you, darlin'! So why don't you back off your high horse. I mean, I don't need you! I know MY way around this hellhole." He's a bit rude, testing her. Is she going to cry? Fuck he doesn't want to deal with that. It will give them distance and with that, he may even leave her ass behind.

@shctsfired

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i've been in love. i went down the rabbit hole. - for jax LOL

"Fucking waste, right?" Would she notice the sting in his words? He didn't show any excitement or disappointment. Stoic but something else is defiantly there. He shrugs his shoulders and pounds the rest of his bourbon. This was a drink to forget otherwise he'd living it with Whiskey. She somehow found him on one of the not so good days, in Goodneighbor. Dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Another for the miss." He pulls out a small bag of caps and plops them on the counter top. It's enough to pay for a couple more drinks. His hope was to get too deep in his cups that some guards would find him passed out in the alley. Wouldn't be the first time. "I swore to never go through that again." Feels like he still hasn't gotten over it and frankly, he hasn't. Just shoves it down deep inside of himself.