#c:jackson

[levi-steelexhutchinson]

starter for @jcknxlibrm Location: Wingman's Pub

"See, I am a man of my word when I want to be and especially to my friends. I did promise that we would hang out and grab drinks," he spoke with a smile as he walked toward the door and opened it. Levi was someone who cared for his friend. He had an habit of taking people under his wing and Jackson was one of them. He cared and looked after the other male. "Plus, it's been awhile since we have had drinks and catch up."

[tailsofthenine]

A fox under the roof of wolves—it was a disaster waiting for happen just as the tribrid's birth was. Wolves were notorious for their bite, and foxes kept their distance. Yet, this convergence of fate's miseries made such caution difficult.

"A champagne bath is what I need to rid myself of the stench of wolf," he said with disdain, shuddering at the scent, but as he did, his eyes lit with orange hues. An apology was necessary indeed, but what he truly needed was a bag to barf into.

"Uh...no, thanks. Not really the champagne type. But if you happen to find a bottle of beer somewhere, that'd be cool." The waiter looked at him with an almost audible sigh and walked off. "Yeah, I'm never gettin' that beer," Jackson muttered. The Lockwood manor was probably the fanciest house he'd ever been invited into, even if he still wasn't sure what he was doing there. The last two days had been a whirlwind. The Crescent Curse, the thing that had haunted his pack for so long, had seemed to suddenly lift. He'd stood in the daylight, as a man, for the first time since he'd triggered his werewolf gene. And at first, that had seemed like the most significant thing that would ever happen to him. Until it wasn't.

In the middle of New Orleans was now a whole other town. A town from Virginia, apparently. And Jackson Kenner had seen some damned strange things in his life, but never anything quite as odd as that. Discovering that he'd somehow jumped eighteen years into the future? Weirder still. He'd still been recovering from that discovery when the invitation had begun to be posted all around New Orleans and Mystic Falls both - come to the Lockwood Manor.

And that was why he was standing there in his jeans and flannel, wishing for a beer that apparently wasn't coming. He watched the waiter who'd snubbed him walking right towards another guest, without seeing them, he snuck in as gracefully as he could to nudge them aside. "Sorry. Y'all were about to get a champagne bath. Hope I didn't hit you too hard."

[ascvndio]

“Okay, here's what I propose,” Scorpius said, folding his arms across his chest. “We spend exactly five hours and each of our parents houses. To escape, we’ll both have to pretend  to have a fatal accident, of course, and then we’ll spend the holiday here.”

@j-krvm​

[briamonroe]

Who: @urkingbby                                                                                                                    When: Chateaux Ball                                                                                                                Where: Ballroom 

Jackson had turned out to be one of the sweetest people Bria had met at the school so far, although she really hadn’t had too many run ins with people who were rude, it was just that he seemed to be generally kinder than most. It was something Bria wasn’t exactly used to, she tended to always be the kindest in the room, not that it was a status she needed but one she didn’t mind having. Yet, having someone who could be even kinder than her gave the girl a feeling of lightness she wasn’t sure she’d experienced before. She imagined in no time at all he’d likely be someone she found herself wanting to spend a lot of time with. Which was precisely why she was searching through the groups of people to find him now, hoping he managed to make it to the ball despite the awful events of the unhinged. Bria found herself in a place she didn’t often find herself, knowing much more about a person than they’d told her, considering more often than not people seemed to pour out their souls to them. Here, that wasn’t the case, it wasn’t as if Jackson decided to confide in her regarding the traumas of his past, not yet at least. Instead it was thrown into her lap, alongside the hundreds of other Luxor students, and she wasn’t sure how fond of that he was going to be. Regardless, she’d go along with whatever route it was he wanted as far as this new found insight into his life, be it ignoring it altogether or discussing it thoroughly, or some place in the middle. 

For now, she just was hoping to find the friendly face amongst her peers, and in a matter of minutes she did, quickly making her way over she tapped him on the shoulder, “Don’t you look dashing.” Bria giggled, “Fuck, I’ve always wanted to say that, it just never seemed appropriate until now, you know given the elegance of this entire thing.” 

[itshaddiecruz]

after the gym lock in, haddie found herself straying away from campus as much as possible, even hosting most of tutoring sessions outside, which she didn’t mind since the campus was beautiful. she found a nice matsu tree claiming it as her spot, leaning against the trunk as she pulled out her book and awaited her friend to join her. as she got settled into her book, her hand fumbled with her bag to pull out some cherries, glancing up only to turn the page, realizing she wasn’t alone, “what took so long? no parking?” she muses, closing her book with a smirk as she opened the cherries, “cherry?” she offers, popping one into her mouth, @urkingbby​

[lilyxpxtter]

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"Just how many things do you have lost in your classroom that you need to make a specific place for them all, Lily?" Jackson spoke in amusement when she suggested he make a lost and found area in his room.

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

After a long, exhausting night at prom Axel crawled his way back to his bedroom. He fixed his bloodstained suit before opening the door. He tried to come in quietly to not wake Jackson, he slumped down in a chair before realizing his roommate was stood there eating cereal. “Well, seems like you had a good prom at least.” He said with a bit of snarkiness in his voice. “Sucking face with Maia, winning prom king with that hot psycho one... Really not bad.” He said as he reached for a water bottle and aspirin. 

@urkingbby

[misscalliopecruz]

so this summer, she decided to stay and be a camp counsellor, it beat going home, not that her mom wanted her home anyways. the days of summer were spent at camp, helping kids with their creative writing, working on some of her own, when she wasn’t battling a hangover from her summer nights. 

calliope usually spent her lunches with colson, when he wasn’t spending them with his girlfriend, today was one of those days.  after getting her lunch for the day,  tacos and french fries, her eyes dancing among the sea of people, landing on a familiar brunette, contemplating for a moment if she should even approach, taking a deep breath before peaceably making her way over to him, surprised he was alone, “hey, can i join you?”  @urkingbby​

[isaantez]

Isa’s mind gave her little time between unpacking and starting on work, there was always so much to do and everything had a place in her schedule, hence the brunette waited absolutely no time in making her way to the cafe to get started on some of her research assignments. Her eyes peeling up from her screen every so often to people watch and take in the essence of what was now her new home. The lengthy boy catching her attention as he passed her computer, unable to stop herself from speaking up her voice raised slightly just enough for him to hear her as he continued to walk away, “Jackson King. I know you did not just pass me by as if we’ve never even spoken. The least I could get is a hello, maybe even a smile. Unless of course, you’re upset with me for walking away the other day when you said you’d be back, which is completely warranted, I meant to apologize. It slipped my mind, there was a lot going on.”

@urkingbby

[jacexgreengrass]

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"They are a mix so it's not just one or the other. I just have to hope that they are not like your year group then, don't I?" Jackson responded in good humour at the males response. He had faith in the ones he'd chosen to use that incentive with though and hopefully they would live up to his expectations.

[a-aronstone]

With all that had happened, with the events that took place, between hosting a Cabin in the Woods type boxing match to Devil’s Night to the drive-by, he didn’t quite have the time to pay a visit to the Fitness Center with its new owner. Before Cleo’s departure, they had been able to set up a blueprint of sorts on what the training could possibly look like for his future student, but now, between her leaving and the Hart tragedy, things had slowed. The MC members seemed to have other things on their mind, so the attendance for No Names had dropped since some were grieving. And he could only assume what else they were up to, but with his daughter now in the care of her mother, he decided it was time.

He had heard of Jackson Haywood before his arrival, even saw him in action, and considered himself a fan. Aaron wasn’t a swimmer, but he was a sports fanatic. He watched things from the WNBA to the NCAA, so the Olympics were a must-watch for the boxer. Summer or winter, it didn’t matter. So when he heard Jackson bought the fitness center, a part of him was eager to meet the guy and see what he’d done with the gym while the other part of him was nervous. He wanted to make a good impression, so he brought over the Single Malt Yoichi Whisky that he had stored as decoration as a late welcoming gift. It was a whisky he really used to drink a lot of before and hoped Jackson could enjoy it the same if the man drank. If he even liked whisky at all. It was a shot in the dark. With the bottle in hand, he set foot in the Fitness Center for what seemed to be the first time in years, and just by that action alone, he caught wind of a few eyes on him. He ventured over to the front desk as he let his eyes roam the set up to then ask, “Hey, any chance Jackson Haywood is in the building?”

@jacksonhaywood​

[madeline-powell]

@jackson-wright​

“Oh shit..Sorry.” She stopped when she realized it was Jackson that she had bumped into. “Sorry. I’ll just get out of your way.”

[helenaknightt]

August 2nd, 2018.  Flashback; @Inked. 7:45pm.

Attention heavy on the drawing before her, aiming to appease every last detail needed to make this the eye awarding piece she knew it’d be. Her focus so deep, that she would miss the tall and full man that would appear before her, in a nicely tailor suit. It’d be only when he slid a thin piece of paper into her eye sight, overlapping the piece she was so maliciously into. Immediately the recognition of a foreign check, housing a nice flow of zeros; five to be exact; consumed her thoughts. Resulting in a fleeing confusion, as she leaned back, and took in the familiar figure of a man she had only met mere days before. The confusion would be replaced with a knowing intend. Pointed eyes, and arms crossing over her chest, as she leaned back in her chair; the studio bare as it was nearing closing.  

“You’re buying me off?”  “Consider it a peace offering.”  “To stay away from your son?”  “My son’s future is ahead of him. One he has worked immediately hard to achieve. A wild oat shouldn’t try and mess with that.” “A wild oat? Are you fucking kidding me?” “That’s all that you are, Helena. And to be fair, your baggage is unreasonable.”  “My baggage?” “Baggage, Helena. Two kids,--” He paused, and glanced down at the brunette’s midsection, before bringing his attention back upon her. “Another on the way.” The rigid, unfeeling expression she was putting off when he mentioned her pregnancy would cause a fault in her demeanor, her mouth dipping opening slightly, “How’d--” A devious grin danced upon perfected features, “Anything can be bought, Helena. Information, especially. But right now, you.”  Eyes pointing once again, and a defense walling up at his words, “Yeah, I call bullshit. In order to be bought, you gotta be on sale. And I ain’t on sale.” She stated, then shoving the check back towards him, “So, go fuck yourself.” “Such a filthy mouth.”  “Yeah, well, you son didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, this mouth do tricks.” Any trace of lightness in the older man’s face disappeared completely, as his tone got rough, and his features harden. “Let me repeat myself, Helena. Anything can be bought, information, especially. I know things about you that you wouldn’t even want your brother to know.” He stated, “Matthew, right?” At the mention of her brother, she could feel her blood start to boil, and a heighten emotional state follow. But before she could say anything back, the older Reed continued. Hand on the check, pushing it back towards her, through and through business like. “I am being much nicer about this than my wife wanted to be, Helena. So, I’d suggest you accept this offer. And if you were smart, you’d use some of that money to do what’s right --” He gave a small pause, eyes flickering back to her midsection, “--for all that’s involved.”  Her own eyes traveled down to her stomach, picking up on the hint rather quickly, and spitting back in the only real defense mode she had at that moment. “Brave of you to think it’s your son’s.” She commented, as she looked back up, a fire burning in normally green hues.  “Actually, I don’t think it is.” He stated, or at the very least, he wasn’t going to believe it was. “But I want to make something very clear, Helena. Even if it is, it will never be a Reed. It will never be apart of my family, it will never be apart of Jackson. So, for the sake of everyone involved, for the sake of it’s future, it’s wellbeing and emotions, I sincerely hope it’s not.” With a few small steps back, his posture still remaining rather poise, “But like I said, if you were smart, you’d take some of that money and make it right. Two’s truly more then enough for someone as interesting as you, my darling.” A backhanded comment at it’s finest. “Stay away from my son. I’m giving you way nicer of a way out then I should. I would strongly suggest you don’t spit that in my face.” He offered, before then turning his back to her, assuming the business deal was more then finalized. “Have a wonderful night, ms. Knight.” 

October 28th, 2020. Present Day; @Pacific Planes. 1:26pm. @jacksonr--d​.

Helena sat in her car, in front of a place she hadn’t been to in a good two years. Fond memories involving her doing more sneaking in and out, then actual business. Services having been preformed, but not the ones the company tended to offer up to their customers. Why she was there, she almost didn’t know. Honestly, had it not been for the guilt that was eating at her now, she might have just continued to put this off. Apart of her had convinced herself that this was unselfish, but deep down, she knew it was exactly that; selfish. And all so dangerous. She wasn’t quite sure where else she could go to try and run into her former fling. One she had hardly laid eyes on in two years; the product that reminded her that this had, in fact, happened, was the twenty month old that ran around her house. Most people would claim that Wyatt looked just like her, some would say they saw Matt as well. But hardly anyone said he must look like his father, simply because no one actually knew who that was. But Helena did, and she could see the parts of Jackson in her son. And it’d be those parts that her son would eventually wanna know more about. Apart of her was more then sure she’d go on lying to everyone, including her son. This was until her last client came in. The story behind the tattoo she was getting built guilt up into an otherwise guilt less gut. The selfish part of her almost hoped that Jackson reacted the same way his parents had, so that when she’d tell her son his dad wanted nothing to do with him, she could mean it. As horrible as that would be, at least, it would the truth. There was another part of her that knew that wouldn’t be the case. And that was probably more dangerous then Wyatt possibly hating her later on. 

Exiting her car, she’d emerge in an oversized trench coat, and sunglasses to match. Along with a scarf that wrapped around her head. Making rather sure she appear business like, and almost unrecognized to anyone she may not have wanted to run into. Within minutes, she was was making her way into Jackson’s office, a polite older lady ahead of her, “Katie Harris is here for her interview, Mr. Reed.” She’d introduce, before then turning and disappearing; the door shutting behind her. Hands deep in the pocket of her oversized coat, Helena would make her way towards the two chairs before him in a rather slow fashion. Finally removing the sunglasses she wore, “I hope you didn’t need that secretary just yet.” She spoke, as she moved to unwrap the scarf, long dark hair falling at her shoulders, “Or that you mind the dramatics-- guess I always had a flare for roleplay.” It was an attempt at a joke, although at this point, this also seemed rather deceitful. But wasn’t that Helena’s MO at this point? She offered up a soft smile that fell rather short, but still rather warm in its approach. “Hello Jackson.” She greeted, “Looks like we have some time to talk.”

[yesteddymartinez]

Teddy noticed the familiar face of the guy who’d greeted him on his first day back to school, and smiled. “Hey, movie star!” He called out before approaching the other boy. The closer he got the weirder he felt looking at him, he looked almost the same as he did the day they’d been talking, but something seemed different about him- he couldn’t place what though. “How’re you? How’s Alek?” He asked happily.

@urkingbby​

[cleothruston]

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"I see, I suppose it depends on how you deal with both of those options. Someone can be a really terrible winner, but they can also be a lousy loser too. I prefer it when people can laugh it off and it doesn't become a huge thing." He'd seen friendships break up over competitions before which in his eyes was pretty ridiculous.

[ceciantez]

“No, seriously, I don’t hate Aly.” Ceci said, her lip lifting on one side as she shook her head, the bitterness of the incident with the girl still rubbing Ceci wrong enough to have a look of disgust on her face “I just wish she would like choke on something, like a very small dick because she has terrible head giving skills and can never please a man or something, I don’t know.  I mean seriously, a hot chocolate? On me? I didn’t even deserve it.” She continued the conversation with her cousin, her air-pods in as her focus was on her screen as she stood against the building, “No, seriously, I really didn’t do anything. I’m dead ass, I wasn’t even mean to the girl. I’ve done tons of things to get a drink thrown at me, but nothing to her! She’s just a stupid bitch or something I don’t know” She was so consumed in both her phone and the conversation she was having with her cousin she practically ran into Jackson when she finally decided to move from the wall she was leaning against, “Ay, Tati, I’ll call you back.. Ok?” She didn’t wait long to remove the air-pod from her ear and offer up a small smile to Jackson, “Hey..”

@urkingbby​