#( chat. ) || kane whelan

[owen-jackson]

Mind the Wolf || Jackson & Kane

Jackson's time in the library and how he'd gotten there was a blur. Noah had gotten him there, he remembered that much, but the dull ache in his head had him forgetting much of what was going on. He'd gotten a concussion when the dorms collapsed, and everything else was hazy. He'd had countless concussions before, they weren't uncommon working in a fight ring. But usually he had access to a magical healer--being human really was a bitch sometimes.

A tree branch smacked against the window loudly causing Jackson's fried nerves to send a jolt of adrenaline through his body sending a fresh wave through him. Gritting his teeth, Jackson pushed himself up off the ground, careful to keep his shoulder he'd dislocated as still as he could in it's sling. He looked around and couldn't remember exactly where Noah had gone, maybe for water? Maybe something with Elliot? Jackson rubbed the bridge of his nose--his short-term memory was shot to shit.

Making his way along a row of book, Jackson walked aimlessly, eyes down and unfocused. He registered the pain in his arm first before realizing he'd run smack dab into another man's chest, bouncing off of him and stumbling a step back almost comically.

"Fuckkkk," Jackson groaned, his good hand moving up to rub at his shoulder softly. "Watch where you're going much?" He grumbled hypocritically, though the usual bite in his tone was lost, leaving him looking more like a petulant child than anything.

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[theodore-stott]

Looking over his shoulder, Theo walks quickly towards the showers, a towel draped over his shirtless torso. It seemed most of the other slaves were in for the evening, and he wanted to try to get a shower in while the place was quiet. A bottle of shampoo in hand, he scurries forward, head looking around quickly to keep an eye out for anyone he may not want to run into. Looking forward, suddenly the bottle of shampoo slipped from his hand, falling to the floor, the cap which had clearly not been screwed on right popping off, spilling contents around it. “Crap.” He says, starting to reach for the bottle. 

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