#selectiveclientele

[not-the-hunted]

There are maybe four people with whom Jac trusts completely.

Antoinette

Emery

Jeremiah

Bela

Only two of them are still in her life

[upinmynest]

selective-clientele replied to your post: ooc: I want to cry every time someone says...

ooc- Even though you deserve it?

ooc:

I consider you to be a friend thus your opinion is a biased one. 

[msrebeccamoriarty]

But we hustled in London and we’re fast asleep And we keep it down when we take a beating Yeah, we keep it down with the radio on And if you’ve found a good man, don’t take him home When you’re working full-time And spending all of your nights, never dancing like you did And the gravity hangs on all the selling points you had, You should’ve stayed and been the Queen of Lower Chelsea Where they say these days, Nothing comes cheap And everything has a price Everyone has a price Now nothing is free Not even me

(x)

[azazel-yellow-eyes-blog]

selective-clientele started following you

Talbot. What're you doing squirming outta your deal? Naughty, naughty.

[thousandyearhellfire-blog]

Bela and Dean || Well...this is awkward.

Dean was starting to hate grayfaces.  It wasn't like a personal vendetta or anything, he just wanted to slaughter them.  He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking at Bela.  "Um.  It's weird, because I've never like...planned to have sex before," He paused, "It's just sort of happened." 

[thegodofsmiles-blog]

 askexconchuck started following you

 egyn-and-iblis started following you

 minorlytimid started following you

 suit-of-armor started following you

 selective-clientele started following you

 chuuuuuuuuuck started following you

 trenchcoats-and-books started following you

 that-trickster-angel started following you

 pain-is-pride started following you

{Of course, the Norse god had spent a certain amount of time on Midgard- but he could honestly say he wasn’t used to having so many people around him. Whether it was the whole Avengers bit, or the one time in New Mexico, Thor would never know. Either way, the company was much enjoyed.}

My, I certainly am known tonight, are I not? Welcome, Midgardians and those of other realms. Tis I, Thor Odinson, of Asgard.

[not-the-hunted]

"It's days like these I miss Bela," Jac mumbles, shaking her head.

[upinmynest]

selective-clientele replied to your post: -

ooc- Pushing Daisies might go to Broadway though. You’re welcome.

ooc:

I saaaaaw.

But I live so far from New York. I would much rather have a third season.

Or TV movie. I can live with that too. 

[msrebeccamoriarty]

selective-clientele replied to your post: I was fine just a guy living on my own, waiting for the sky to fall.

ooc- OH MY GOD.

ooc:

Oh my god for the lyrics and oh my god for meeting Spencer?

Because that guy is the nicest ever.

[youcantsecondguessineffabil-blog]

((SCARLETT'S HEEEEEERE. :D))

[not-the-hunted]

((So, Kayleigh, Jac's not gonna be pregnant anymore, I'm sorry. She can't deal with it. Physically or mentally. And her being in pain isn't what I strive for. 'm sorry if that's weird. Really. So, tell me if you wanna RP sometime maybe? Besides the one thing, (Also, Jac's kind of weaving her way into the main verse. Just because. If that's okay of course.)))

[not-the-hunted]

Saw A Shadow of a Man and Broke || Jac & Bela

selective-clientele:

Bela shivered slightly. The night seemed colder, more deadly even, as she moved quickly down the street. This was not a good night, and she half considered stepping into a bar to drink herself away. She settled for a cigarette, an addiction she hadn’t touched in months.

When the girl ran into her, Bela almost brushed it off, before she recognized her. “Jac?” She looked pisitively horrible, eyes blank, hair a wreck, face pale, so Bela gripped her shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you. What happened?”

"How d'you know who I am?" Jac didn't recognize Bela, she was too busy trying to plan her escape. The other girl could be helping her father. She backed away, feeling rocks dig into her palms as she tried to get away from the girl's touch. Fear was evident in her eyes as Jac looked at Bela.

In the hours Jac had been running, the effects of the drugs, cocaine she thought it was, had started to wear off. She doesn't know that she can trust this girl, her mind is so out of it, but she spills everything anyway. "I saw my daddy," she swallowed, "he's been dead for three years. 'nd I saw him. He was followin' me. Looked like he was gonna kill me. He tried that before. Yelled that he had people helping him. You could be one of them." She was shaking as she spoke.

[not-the-hunted]

Saw A Shadow of a Man and Broke || Open RP

Jac could feel whatever she had taken racing through her veins. Normally she didn't do drugs, nothing she had to snort or inject. But for the first time in over two years, she needed to get away; drinking hadn't cut it. She smiled, broken and shattered on her face. Underneath the smile though, was something terrifying. 

She was blank, pale face and blue eyes showing absolutely no emotion. She'd seen her father, a man dead for three years. It made her stone. He was there, in the distance with a scary smile and a glint in his eye. From there she ran, feet hitting the ground as fast as they could.

Hours later, a hit and miles away, Jac ran into someone and fell backwards. Eyes unfocused and voice shaky, she asked, "You're not going to hurt me too, right?"

[not-the-hunted]

((Who do I owe...? And does anyone want to RP?))

[not-the-hunted]

((I have replies to get to, but I have no attention span. I'm trying. I swear. Okay I owe...

Bela

Luc x2

Emery

Billie

Ethan

Dean

Cas

That's all. I promise I'm working on it))

[not-the-hunted]

((Kayleigh, I'm going to warn you, Jac's going to flirt with Bela. Because she can. And I find Matt Bomer attractive. I'm sorry, I can't control her.))