#jack 001

Don’t expect there to be a next time.

Those words certainly were going to bite him in the ass.  The smug expression on Jack’s face was already getting under his skin, so why was he still heading that way?  Fuck if he knew.  Okay, he knew.  He wanted the D.  And there had to be an easier way than to deal with that self-centered prick…but damn last time was a hazy blur of pleasure and that was hard to shake.  Clearly Teddy was not thinking straight. (Not that he ever did).

As he pulled up to Jack’s place, Theodore remained in the vehicle for several minutes weighing if this was a good idea…of course it wasn’t.  If he were talking to anyone in town, he would tell them this was beneath them…a step down if you would.  But thank goodness he sucked at taking advice and had low standards.

Finally, he got the nerve and headed towards the door and knocked on it.

When the door opened, he saw Jack on the other side and quickly placed his index finger against the man’s lips to shush him.  “Don’t talk.”  Sure, he was taking a chance that the other may have company. But maybe the odds were in his favor.  With those words, he leaned in and kissed the man, gently guiding him a few steps back as he closed the door with his foot.

With the jokester disarmed, Luis figured he’d have bought himself a few moments of peace. His bodyguards certainly could do a good job at buying him silence. “I saw you smiling Peter,” Luis snorted. “If one more person suggests I have a future in singing, you’re allowed to throw them off the rooftop,” with a sigh, he turned around as he saw Peter nodding to someone, someone who was awfully close to him already. Oh for goodness’ sake.

Kid was just leaning against the Wall of the stairwell on the building he had gotten up to. he figured some scouting was in order and this was too perfect a view. Plus the fact that he had been busted for being the rubber band culprit so he decided that hiding as Kid was a better idea.

No one here knew him as Kid so that made things much easier to work with. And since it was so quiet, he decided to close his eyes and relax. Something he hadn’t gotten to do since he’d been here in this place.

Of course too much time relaxing made him think too much. He was already missing being chased by Aoko’s dad. And of course he missed Aoko a lot. Hell, he missed the little detective and even Hakuba, his other mortal enemy as it were.

there was logic to it, but he couldn't be bothered to explain it. the method to the madness was not so much reasonable as it just made sense to him; the dummies were torn apart so he must be doing something right.

it went a little like this: bident, coin, flipped over his palm, sliding down his fingers and thrown, then back into his hand. bident again, coin again. there was a litter of coins, gold and silver lying around, some nymphs and satyrs had gathered around, once in a while they risked an approach to snag the drachmas away.

stanis let them, more seemed to find their way to him from deep under the ground at a moment's notice. his shirt was clinging to his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead, the smell of blood where he nicked himself with the sharp edge of his bident filled his nose.

the movement behind him made him hesitate, clinging to the weapon on his hand as he turned around to the new member of his audience. "here to collect coins as well," he asked, meeting the gaze of the son of ares, blade being lowered a second later, "or did you just want a show?"

"I've been looking for you." He said, sitting in the armory, book open on his hand as he toyed with the tip of his lance on the other. "I figured, as the children of war we should have a conversation sooner or later."

His eyes finally lifted, looking at the son of the Ares with the barest hint of a smile. "Everyone's been talking about what they can do after the ambrosia, I figured maybe we should you know... compare."

WHERE: The Swimming Beach, coastal area

WHEN: End of Summer Bash (August, 2024)

"So, how serious are you about this volleyball tournament idea?" Stelly asked as they stepped up next to Jack, tossing the volleyball in their hands up in the air before catching it again. They really should have known better than to try to get involved in anything sporty -- it almost always ended in some sort of disaster, or their own hurt feelings if they ended up losing. "'Cuz if you're down, I'm down, but we have to be on the same team. I'm not losing to you."

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Bal had just about given up. It was ridiculous how much trouble it was to move about in this city, much less getting food for the poor dragon. He had been on the verge of giving up. He couldn’t always rely on Gaito, and he couldn’t fully give up because of Gao and Jack.

Jack. It occurred to him that he hadn’t searched for Jack yet. Jack could surely help him out in this place! If Gao, Neko Shirt, Gaito and Abygale were here, then Jack was too! Bal was sure of it! So with new resolve, he went to find Jack.

It wasn't exactly wise to contemplate a new living situation such as his on an empty stomach... or, really, do anything at all on an empty stomach. This was the basis of which Shinkai based most of his decisions on: could it wait? Was he hungry? Most often, both answers were yes, but even if they weren't, he would be on his way to the nearest convenience store regardless.

That much did not change here as he managed to locate what appeared to be heaven in the form of cheap snack foods. Paradise... something like that, yes. Even here, there was a place to purchase snacks like he would back home... maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. Or at least this was what he told himself before locating a rather colorful row of instant soups. Ramen and its many delicious cousins.... he sighed happily. The simple things in life.

As he reached out to take the presumed last cup of spicy beef ramen, a hand managed to intersect his; there goes the bowl, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Blinking, he looked down at the casualty before looking to the source of the collision. The innocent bowl was dropped from the hands of a rather tall man, much taller than he, and dressed in a way that Shinkai would not expect to see in a store such as this. Interesting. He quirked an easygoing smirk before picking up and offering the spoil of accidental war towards the other. There were other flavors to eat; he wasn't picky.

"You wanted this?" He gave the contents a small shake -- still good to eat thanks to its packaging, of course.