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Sat, 15 Sep 2012 07:58:28 -0700

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Thu, 13 Sep 2012 07:59:54 -0700

Dinner & Drinks || Andrew & Jack

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 01:53:55 -0700

He had almost raised his hand to alert a waiter, but Jack had decided against it so who was he to say no. “You sure?” Andrew was, frankly, stunned when Jack had said that he was going to take his chances. When had that ever worked out? Where had that he led him to? Jack took his chances with Andrew. And look where they both ended up. Jack had lost a family member, one he had held dear to his heart. Andrew had moved to London, without Jack, and here he was, eating dinner with the same man he had hurt.

“Right! So questions!” Andrew had a lot of burning questions that he needed to ask Jack. He felt regret for the questions he was about to ask. Those questions would not have even been in existence if Andrew had just stayed with Jack the whole time.

It was his fault that Jamie died. Andrew felt entirely responsible for Jack’s sister’s death. And when Jack needed him most, he left. He left. Andrew left Jack alone. It would always be a reminder to Andrew, that he had caused all of this. Andrew had broken the heart of the only man, the only person, besides his family and best friend, that he loved, and still loves, and loved him back.

He had to put on a mask of excitement, not that he didn’t enjoy this get together, this date, but he could only get these questions out in this way, without showing pain and regret. He wanted to know how Jack was doing, how he coped without him.

“How’s the Academy, how did you end up there exactly? And what were you doing before that?” Andrew had asked hastily for fear of changing his mind. The small restaurant was getting slightly crowded again. It was way past dinner time and many on street, shoppers and workers alike, had supper on their minds.

Jack simply smiled at the question. Of course he was sure; what was life if you didn’t take any chances? He did not regret having taken the chance to get to know Andrew better. He only regretted how things ended between them.

He was glad for the subject change, for seeing how eager Andrew was to learn about how he got here. “I only got here a few months ago, came straight from the shop. Took me ages to find someone to take over while I’m gone!”

Now that he said it aloud, he felt guilty. If he could leave the shop for the Academy, why couldn’t he have left it for Andrew? Despite the guilt gnawing away at his insides, the corners of his lips twitched into a smile. “I might not have spent much time here, but I already love all of it. Well, not so much the moving staircases, but you’ll see what I mean.”

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Sun, 26 Aug 2012 20:14:32 -0700

lillian-graham:

Are you okay?

Heard there was a new sheriff in town,

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 19:13:27 -0700

javemoran:

Come on now. Your muscles are way too tense.

I could give you a massage…

I think I’m just going to go now…

doctor who meme→ seven outfits [6/7] Eleven’s top hat

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 23:12:07 -0700

doctor who meme→ seven outfits [6/7]

Eleven’s top hat

Heard there was a new sheriff in town,

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 12:05:05 -0700

javemoran:

(Javier eyes Jack and smiles slyly.)

Honestly, I’m not sure if you’re just expertly avoiding the topic or just sexually oblivious.

But I think I can change that.

(Javier grabs the tweed jacket and pulls Jack towards him and winks at him.)

I’ll be your sheriff and you can be my prisoner.

“Well, I might be avoiding a topic but-” He does a double take. “Sexually oblivious?!”

“No, no, no, no, no, no no no no no no nonononono~” Jack pulls away from him, suddenly feeling very very uncomfortable around the new teacher.

Team Pearl | Search and Destroy | {Event Para}

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 03:01:34 -0700

in-your-mind-steph:

professorclint:

bonniecrowe:

coleadler:

Somehow they had a plan. Cole wasn’t really sure how they’d managed to sit down and talk it out (especially when he and Barton would have rather been anywhere else than planning) but there was a plan and he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was. There were vague memories of a layout and a general idea of what they were doing, but with everything else going on in his life there wasn’t a whole lot of room left for mission information. Despite the promise of hostiles and traps and possible death, the man couldn’t shake the memories from the past few weeks. He’d been doing okay that morning, all things considered, but then that damn mystery person had decided to drop not just one piece of information, but three incredibly personal things right out in the open for everyone to see. Thankfully everyone seemed busy with their respective missions to worry about the fact that A had just told them that he’d been in solitary confinement for trying to make students go dark, that he was in love with his brother, and that he couldn’t keep his lips to himself.

Keeping his eyes on the ground to avoid meeting anyone’s gaze, he stepped up to Stephanie’s left and shifted his grip on the gun in his hands. He didn’t need it, not with his powers, but the metal against his skin was calming, something solid to grip while the rest of his world slipped away. As long as he stayed alert he could stop anything from reaching him, turn the environment against any hostile without ever needing to fire, but he needed something to do with his hands.

Except his hands were shaking. Cursing to himself, he shoved the gun back in its holster lest he accidentally squeeze the trigger too hard and alert their target or injure someone. With nothing to hold onto, he shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels before starting forward after Stephanie, not bothering to look. Instead of focusing, he let his power spin out from his center, floating leaves and redirecting bugs as a means of siphoning out the nervous energy. This wasn’t his first mission, not by far. Normally he was much calmer, eager to get the job done and have as much fun as possible doing it. Nervous wasn’t him, and it wasn’t the right word.

Distracted. That was the word for it. His mind was anywhere but with his team and his focus was shattered. It was bad enough that he’d spent three weeks in solitary with a man that made him dream of Jason dying (and oh god, Lawson must have known about the mission because one of the dreams had been this, of his brother dying during this mission while he was separated from Cole and he hadn’t been able to save him, hadn’t even known what was happening until one of the monitors turned on and showed-), not to mention Jason himself and all the problems that came with him, and that wasn’t even going into his little reunion with Iosif and- he groaned and pressed fingers against his temple, trying to stop thinking. He just had to focus. It wasn’t that hard. It shouldn’t be that hard.

“Right,” he mumbled at Stephanie, barely registering what she’d said. Something about controlling the workers. That much was obvious to him, because it was the easiest way to go about it. All he had to do was puppet them and they’d be helpless, caught in his web of strings while the rest of the team did whatever it was they had to do. Cole dropped his hand and glanced over at Jack, giving him an odd look. “Pretty sure there’s not gonna be monkeys, dude. And if there are I’ll take care of them,” the last part was added quickly to reassure the other teacher and keep him from rambling about primates and bananas and god knew what else. His patience wasn’t big enough to handle that without puppeting that banana somewhere it shouldn’t be. He narrowed his eyes slightly before glancing over at Bonnie. She would probably be able to pick up on the fact that he was distracted after having trained with him for days already, but if there was anything that would make him focus right then, it was her. Something had clicked on the second day of his pushing her and he’d seen something he liked. Something he wanted to see more of; if he wasn’t focused he wouldn’t be able to handle his part of the mission and keep pushing the girl toward her real potential. Cole bit the corner of his mouth and stared ahead again, not saying anything to her. He didn’t have to, she probably knew what he was thinking anyway.

After what seemed like hours of trying to convince Cole and Clint to come up with a plan, the team finally came up with something. Though, Bonnie still was unsure of what the plan was. They insisted on the plan being to simply ‘wing it’, much to Bonnie’s disapproval. But, once Steph came in, she seemed to jump right into action and came up with a plan all on her own. It was much appreciated by Bonnie, since she had no idea what she was doing. Her first mission and she felt lost. It was bound to happen, but she just couldn’t help but feel slightly useless. Bonnie had always been able to come up with plans, easy and simple. This was completely different. She had to much going on in her mind to come up with anything.

The training was the only thing that made her feel even a little better. Actually, it made her feel a lot better. Not only had she got in some training with Cole — he’d helped her, a lot, with her power — but she also got in some combat training with Steph. Because of the help from Steph, Bonnie actually learned that she was a lot stronger than she thought she was. And, because of the help from Cole, Bonnie learned she could do things with her power, she hadn’t known she could. If they made it back from the mission alive, Bonnie might actually thank Cole for his help. Though, she probably wouldn’t.

Bonnie was never one to take the lead, she was never confident enough for that. But, as the metal doors slowly started to lift, Bonnie walked forward and stopped by Steph’s right side. She took a deep breath — not necessarily because she was nervous, she actually felt extremely calm — then turned her head to the side to look at Steph. She’d grown a lot of respect for the girl in the past few days. She only hoped their training wouldn’t be needed, or at the very least, it would pay off. Simply nodding her head once, Bonnie turned back to look at the door, as it lifted all the way up, showing a clear view of what was ahead of them.

Taking a few steps forward, Bonnie looked at their surroundings; a rainforest. It could have been much worse. They could have gotten thrown out into a blizzard. The rainforest seemed like a much better place to be at the moment. But who knew how long that moment would last, once the real mission began. Bonnie reached her hand down to her right thigh, and felt the holster strap that sat there, with a large knife sitting in it. She had always been indifferent to weapons, never really know whether she liked them, or not. In this situation, they were needed. Even if she did had her power, and it seemed to be working at it’s fullest, you never know what could happen.

Walking through the rainforest would be the easiest part of all. As the walked, Bonnie’s mind began to wander to different things; the conversation she had with Belle before leaving for the mission, the look that Bela gave her before they parted ways. They would both be fine, is all she had to tell herself. Bela was strong, and knew how to handle herself. Belle was smart, and could get herself out of any situation. Without even realizing it, Bonnie shook her head to get the thoughts out. She had more important things to worry about, like keeping herself alive. She’d kept her head forward the whole time, looking out of the corner of her eyes here and there. At one point, she looked to her left and was fairly certain she saw Cole looking at her. A lot had happened to him this week, and for the sake of their lives, she only hoped he could put it all behind him for the mission. If they got out of the rainforest, he’d had plenty of time to worry about things. It was understandable for him to be distracted, but now wasn’t the time for it. Still keeping her head forward, Bonnie moved her eyes so she was paying attention to what was in front of her, once again. “You got it, Boss.” Anyone else would think of it as four simple words, but Bonnie was sure Cole would know what she meant. ‘Put everything in the back of your mind, and do what you’ve got to do.’

There were a few things in the world that Clint Barton hated. He hated root beer, because it was fucking disgusting, he hated fatigues, because they were uncomfortable as hell and he hated the Wii because… he didn’t even have a reason for that one. But what he hated the most was the jungle, it was hot and muggy and too wooded to be able to see anything that wasn’t in front of you damn face and it sucked major balls and not in the way that he liked. And the only thing he hated more than a jungle mission… was a jungle mission where he didn’t even have Nat. No, instead he was stuck babysitting. Not even just the kids, but probably both of the other two teachers. Yeah, they could take care of themselves but even he knew that Fury had put him on this for a mix of showing the Council he was okay and fit again, giving the group someone with a hell of a lot experience and to get him to do a mission without Natasha there. Clint rolled his eyes at the entire conversation that had unfolded. “I hate the damn things as much as anyone else but monkey’s are the least of our shit here. I want to get in, get out and go back to my comfy bed.” He quickly snapped his bow open, he had missed the weight of it in his hands but now that it was, it just made him that much ready to get this whole thing over with.

“And hey, if any of you die - one, I’ll be fucking amazed and two, don’t. I don’t Fury on my ass even more.” In reality this should be an easy mission, no real hostiles. The only worry was traps and Clint was pretty sure he could avoid those. It was the other one’s he was worried about. There was the sound of something in his comm, it sounded mostly like dead static but he was sure that was probably just because whoever was running base wanted to annoy the living daylights out of him. It wouldn’t surprise him, he had a unique talent for managing to piss everyone off around him. Probably because he screwed the rules and did what he wanted, and while it got the job done it wasn’t always in the nicest way. He didn’t often use his military codes, not anymore, and the only time you ever caught him using tactical terms was if he was under heavy fire. Other than that, it was guns a-blazing and kick ass. Probably why he was so glad to at least get partnered up with the eldest Adler. He was definitely a ’ fuck the rules kind of guy’.

Clint hadn’t done training before this, nothing more than he had in the past. Yeah, he’d done basic stuff but not like he’d seen some of the others do. Maybe it was because this was what Clint was used to, he was used to having to get up and go, to be ready at the drop of a dime. Frankly, even with his pissy attitude at the moment, he had missed it all. Because doing this felt like he was doing more than just sitting at the school wallowing in self-pity. Then again, that had mostly been because of his hand and… other situations. Which had been fixed. So there were probably a lot more interesting things to do there now. Whatever. It didn’t matter. All he knew was that the blinding, thick green of this place was already managing to give him a headache. God, he fucking hated the rainforest. There was totally a reason people were destroying it. Because it sucked. He would donate money to those companies.

One foot in front of the other, step by step. Steph could do this, she just needed to breathe. No, she wasn’t the type of person to be afraid of things, afraid of anything really. Even though she was freaking out inside, her features stayed calm- she couldn’t show the others that she was terrified. So, she kept her chin up and took deep breaths, one foot stepping before the other. For some reason, her team started talking about monkey’s, she had only picked up some of the conversation and then blocked it out again. Quite frankly, she didn’t want to think about monkeys and getting attacked by them. In her eyes, they were the least of her worries- she could deal with monkeys. The traps, however, were pulling all her fear from her. She was ahead of everyone, letting them talk instead of scaring the crap out of them too. Throughout her years in the Academy, she had made a reputation for herself, everyone knew her and everyone knew what she was. Slut, owner of the strip club, bitch, cruel, cold, heartless and broken. And now she was here, storming her way to the entrance of the Pearl Hatch- ready to die.

Before the mission had started, the night before, she had a dream that she died on the mission and it was slow and very painful. Waking up in a panic, she tried her hardest to calm herself and convince herself that she was going to be okay. But deep down, she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be okay, that in fact, she was going to die. Right before the mission started, she sat on the roof of the base and let her mind wander, thinking about her past and all she had done in her life. All she had lost and why she had lost it. And then slowly, she thought of reasons why she should fight today and she couldn’t find anything. She had lost so much and there was nothing worth staying around for, she wasn’t important, she didn’t have anybody, she was just another person at the Academy. She was worthless. So, thinking she was going to die, she thought of what she would think about when she was dying. Who she would think about and why she would think about them. And once decided, she made her way downstairs and to Team Pearl.

“We’re here,” she whispered, making sure to keep her voice down- she stopped and made sure the whole Team stopped behind her. What did they do now? She had completely forgotten the plan, she was so terrified her whole mind had gone blank. She looked to Bonnie and swallowed hard, wanting to see if Bonnie was just as worried as she was. Did they just storm in and get it out the way or did they have an actual plan? What on earth was that plan?

The whole group felt tense, so tightly wound in a way that made Jack feel uncomfortable. And it upset him a bit that no one seemed to think that bringing bananas on a mission was odd in the slightest. Or, at least, they didn’t seem to. He was certainly no mind reader.

A few minutes into walking through the jungle, he began to regret wearing his usual get up: twead jacket, suspenders, a (cool) bowtie, and trousers. It wasn’t practical in any way whatsoever. And with the humidity, it wasn’t long before his clothing stuck to his body. He briefly paused to take off his jacket and stuff it into his pack. He really should’ve left his jacket in base camp, he thought to himself. He wiped his hands on his trousers to get the sweat off, though it didn’t do much good as his hands began to sweat again after five seconds.

He didn’t notice how distracted Cole was, as Jack was distracted himself. Mostly by how he wished that he had brought his portable fan with him, but also by how he and Andrew left things off the last time they saw each other. Well, they did see each other in the halls from time to time, but he was referring to shawarma night. What did it mean? Did it mean that Andrew wants to get back together? As much as Jack hoped that this was the case, it was probably the wine that caused Andrew to act the way he did. Because why would anyone want to be with such a person like Jack?

The group suddenly stopped, and with him being so zoned out he didn’t notice a thing. Which caused Jack to bump into Steph’s back. “Sorry!” He said a bit loudly. “Sorry,” He repeated in a much softer tone. Thinking back to the brief planning that Team Pearl had conducted, he realized that most of what the team will do will be improvisation. They had barely had any idea what to expect, and the uncertainty was frightening. And since this is Jack’s first mission, it only made the fear worse.

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Thu, 16 Aug 2012 14:00:13 -0700

Heard there was a new sheriff in town,

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 02:56:07 -0700

javemoran:

If it isn’t obvious. I’m hitting on you.

That doesn’t make any sense whatsoever… you aren’t even touching me!

Heard there was a new sheriff in town,

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 02:39:11 -0700

javemoran:

Oh really, so you like it hard?

Wait,

I thought you meant something else! Something else entirely!

Dinner & Drinks || Andrew & Jack

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 02:31:36 -0700

hydrolson:

Andrew’s eyes met Jack’s pale liquid green eyes, and his heart fluttered slightly. Seriousness was edged on Jack’s face and Andrew wondered what Jack was about to say. Andrew was particularly hopeful, but he doubted that it was what he wanted, what he needed to hear from Jack.

He chuckled, both at the anticlimax and at Jack’s silly behaviour. Andrew always liked that about Jack, his silly little antics and quirky idiosyncrasies. He thought it was cute. But obviously, he wasn’t going to get what he so desperately wanted. Hopes shattered, Andrew collected himself and replied, “Oh, this time of the year? It’s probably Chicken Sharawarma with Cream Sauce and Mushrooms. Really it’s not bad, quite delicious. I tried it a couple of times.”

Truth be told. Andrew rather enjoyed it actually. He would have ordered it himself but he had forgotten about the special just then. Well, if Jack really ordered what they think he ordered, Andrew might be able to share some of his food. They used to share food all the time. For example, once, they had ordered a plate of Seafood Spaghetti. Andrew had insisted on feeding Jack, which Jack didn’t deny. Of course there were people looking at them, but he couldn’t be bothered about their judgements. As long as he was with Jack, he really didn’t care what anyone else thought of him, of them. Although, now, Andrew wasn’t sure if sharing food was appropriate in their current relationship. Would it be crossing the line?

“Though I could check it out for you if you want.” He added shortly after, wanting to avoid awkward conversation, mind still stuck in the past, and yet, at the same time, wanting to make conversation, wanting to ask how Jack was, and how’d he managed to teach in The Academy.

Jack smiled back at him, unaware of what Andrew had been hoping he’d confess to. And how could he? Jack seemed to believe that he wouldn’t want him after all this time. He thought back to the reason why they split up. In hindsight, it felt so selfish to have done what he did. A small voice in his mind protested against the idea that he was selfish, but it did little to soothe him.

He was selfish, there was no doubt about it. He was going to leave his family behind while they were in a crisis. First, he broke a promise to his sister, how he would always be there for her. Then he broke the one he made to Andrew, the one about leaving to live with him. Jack hated himself for this, for how everything turned out…

His eyes dropped to the table. Andrew began to talk about the special and what it was likely to be. It suddenly seemed so unimportant what the mystery dish would be. But he kept up the facade of being the same old Jack. That seemed more important than anything else at the moment.

So he looked back up to Andrew with a hint of a smile. “I think I’ll take my chances.”

Heard there was a new sheriff in town,

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 01:25:50 -0700

javemoran:

My. Someone’s playing hard to get…

I think that maybe you aren’t trying hard enough, then.

Heard there was a new sheriff in town,

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 00:57:33 -0700

javemoran:

You, me, the coat, and this balloon! It’ll be a blast!

Heard there was a new sheriff in town,

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 00:34:14 -0700

And that he had a cool coat.

I concur.

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Wed, 15 Aug 2012 08:00:29 -0700

Team Pearl | Search and Destroy | {Event Para}

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 12:49:47 -0700

in-your-mind-steph:

Steph took a deep breath, axe in hand- she was standing in front of the doors they would soon have to walk out of. The mission was soon to begin and little did any of them know if they would come back alive or in one piece. Steph wasn’t afraid, of course she wasn’t afraid. She could face death and take it because it’s something she had expected her entire life. She tightened her grip on the axe as the metal doors started to slowly lift up, showing her team a clear view of a rainforest ahead. She looked to her side, noticing Bonnie was standing to her right; she gave a quick nod and then turned her head to the left and swallowed hard as she noticed Cole had taken to her side. This was it, it was simple- capture the bad guys and avoid the traps. They’d be fine if they stuck to the plan they had been figuring out for the past few days.

“Let’s get this over and done with,” she mumbled, taking a few steps forward, being cautious and looking left to right, making sure it was okay for them to adventure out in to the rainforest. After making sure it was safe, she picked up the pace and kept walking, hips moving side to side as she walked in the outfits they had been given for their team. The axe was quite heavy, nothing she couldn’t handle though. She turned her head to look to Cole who was by her side and narrowed her eyes slightly, before relaxing them.

“Remember, you’re taking care of the workers- there’s no need to get anyone else hurt, you can easily control them,” she whispered, keeping her eyes set ahead, making sure not to lose her focus by talking to Cole. She had no idea when the traps were going to start or when people would try and attack them- they had to be very cautious.

Steph never thought she would be doing this, if you had told her years ago that she would be stuck in an Academy, going on missions to save the school, she would have punched you in the face then and there. This wasn’t the life Steph had wanted for herself, she wanted normal and she had wanted it more than anything. But as soon as she had been sent to that Mental Hospital by her mother, she knew normal wasn’t something she could ever have. Killing her one true love was the thing that changed her forever and she would never be the same again because of it. But of course, no one knew that about her and no one ever would. She would be forever cold and heartless and beyond repair, it’s the path she had chosen to go- it was no one’s fault but hers.

Jack was nervous. Not for his own safety during this mission, but for the others. There were more than likely to be traps laid out all over the station, and they were more than likely to trigger at least one of them. And the possibility that it would be another team member was quite high. He had checked, double checked, and triple checked his pack for all the necessary things. Since he was the only one with adequate medical knowledge, (he once aspired to be a doctor), he was the one holding most of the emergency medical supplies.

He was to take the rear because even though he wanted to take the lead in this mission, he knew that his over confidence could get them killed. Or at the very least, injured enough that they wished they were dead. And Jack wasn’t about to take any chances with this. If he had been on his own, sure, he might’ve just charged in, but he had other lives he was responsible for.

As solemn as he was, there was one thing that’s been on his mind ever since he heard that the mission was to take place on an island. “Are there monkeys out there? Because I brought bananas and I don’t want to be assaulted by workers AND monkeys.”

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Thu, 09 Aug 2012 15:57:54 -0700

williamtalbot: Until the skin of the chicken falls off. Oh, so it’s supposed to do that?!

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 14:37:45 -0700

williamtalbot:

Until the skin of the chicken falls off.

Oh, so it’s supposed to do that?!

williamtalbot: Yes, we throw everything into a pot and then add cold water and start heating...

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 18:52:04 -0700

williamtalbot:

Yes, we throw everything into a pot and then add cold water and start heating it…

Right, so, how long does it take to cook?