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muserevival2014-01-26 09:48 pm
itsmylife) wrote in muserevival2014-01-26 09:48 pm
Quote of the Day 037.
“When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance.”
- J. K. Rowling
trigger warning for vampire-esque acts
Jett wasn't purposefully being defiant, but there was something about this guy that was really rubbing him up the wrong way. Jett was a Brujah childer, so the very process of him learning was going to be cause for some frustration. Defiance was just a Clan trait, and apparently any sort of dig that he was less than intelligent or knowledgeable was going to spark his Brujah streak that had been bubbling away under the surface for days now. The first few weeks of his Kindred life, he had been subdued and passive... to Molly. To everyone else, he had picked up quickly that he wasn't beholding to them. He translated that into the fact he didn't have to sit around and cop patronising shit off some Grangrel punk trying to make out he was better than him.
There was also the fact that Jett needed a lot of sustenance being a strengthening childer, so his temper was probably raw to triggering in any sense. With Molly politely discussing post-Council meeting business over in the corner, Jett's cool blue eyes watched the Gangrel on the other side of the room as he put his cell phone back into his pocket. As soon as Molly's back was turned for all of a few moments, Jett was up and slipping out of the room. Fuck that Gangrel bitch with a chainsaw. He was going to need to know that he had no right to treat him like a naive kid. Molly was his Sire and guider, no one else had the right to try to tell him what he should and shouldn't be. By the time anyone realised Jett was gone, he was well out of their range of scent to follow him. If the Gangrel was a know-it-all fuck, he could explain to Molly where Jett had gone to. That would no doubt be fun.
Jett, however, was on the prowl. New York was like a smorgasbord to a new childer. The scents were overwhelming, and it was really why they should be kept close to their Sire to learn how to control all the urges and desires that came from engulfing so many scents at once that could have them salivating with hunger. The problem with him was, though, that he had brought some facets of his human life with him into the Kindred world. Most Kindred did, but for Jett, it was a desperate urge for freedom after such a restrictive and incapacitating life.
First there was losing a lot of his childhood nursing his mum through cancer and subsequently losing her. She died with him sitting beside her hospital bed holding her hand. Then there was the disciplined regiment of being in the military, following orders, being told when he could eat, sleep, and shit. But after that came the landmind where he was blown up and had every single last sliver of freedom and independence stolen from him in an instant. Now as a Kindred, the last thing he wanted to feel was like he had a bunch of hands held around his neck, gagging him, and holding him back from his second chance at life. He certainly did not had any desire to be told he had no wisdom or knowledge to be afforded some freedom. Seriously, the guy couldn't have fucked up more with his line of conversation that managed to insult Jett and flare up the Brujah streak inside him. Now? Now he wasn't playing nice anymore.
He ended up on top of the massive multi-storey Knightshead Liquor building, the headquarters for the corporation Ben owned and where the New York City Kindred Council held their meetings. He was standing up on the ledge, having climbed over the rail and with his hands holding onto the rails behind him, he was leaning out over the massive drop below, watching the cars zipping past like ants on the road. Even if he fell, he wouldn't die. Right now, he was adrenaline-fuelled enough to test the theory and jump just for the hell of it. It would garner a lot of negative attention right out the front of Benjamin's business, and how would the Gangrel prick like to explain that one to his Prince?
A lewd smirk danced over Jett's lips just at the thought. Oh, yes, it was extremely fucking tempting. If they wanted to think he was stupid, idiotic, naive and reckless, he could give them just that. He didn't care. Yes, he had a lot to learn, but as far as he was concerned, respect went both ways. If they wanted it from him and to be a good little childer who sat in the corner and behaved himself, then they had to learn that he deserved some respect as a human, as someone who had faced horrific things that made him anything but naive and innocent. It was so peaceful up here, he could get used to it. But the hunger was fuelling him, and the temptation to jump was getting stronger.
That was as far as he got before there was a horrified shriek of, "OH MY FUCKING GOD, DON'T JUMP!"
Jett looked back over his shoulder to see who it was. It was Skye, Xavier's Vessel. Her golden blonde hair was whipping around in her face at the strong breeze this high up, and she had frozen on the spot, holding her hands up in surrender. Seeing her, how gorgeous she was, and the fact her skirt was being blow up and revealing her thigh, and now being close enough to have her scent emanating off her, Jett's blue eyes shifted to silver and his fangs appeared. He had jumped back over the railing with a quick, lithe leap. He grabbed her in his arms and had her pressed up against the wall of the stairwell. He was only very vaguely aware of her small cuss of, "Oh crap" before h grinned at her, fangs at the ready.
Most humans would probably have been terrified met with this sight, but Skye wasn't just any human. She was a link between the human world and The Masquerade. All she did was roll her eyes a little with a resolute nod, turning her head away. Jett bit down on her throat and her sweet, fresh blood filled his mouth. The thing that took him by surprise was that she shoved her hand down the front of his trousers to help herself too.
Well, if that was the way she wanted to play it, all the better...
Jett Wilson || Kindred: The Embraced (Original Character)
- Skye used with love and guidance from her mun
- J. K. Rowling
Jett wasn't purposefully being defiant, but there was something about this guy that was really rubbing him up the wrong way. Jett was a Brujah childer, so the very process of him learning was going to be cause for some frustration. Defiance was just a Clan trait, and apparently any sort of dig that he was less than intelligent or knowledgeable was going to spark his Brujah streak that had been bubbling away under the surface for days now. The first few weeks of his Kindred life, he had been subdued and passive... to Molly. To everyone else, he had picked up quickly that he wasn't beholding to them. He translated that into the fact he didn't have to sit around and cop patronising shit off some Grangrel punk trying to make out he was better than him.
There was also the fact that Jett needed a lot of sustenance being a strengthening childer, so his temper was probably raw to triggering in any sense. With Molly politely discussing post-Council meeting business over in the corner, Jett's cool blue eyes watched the Gangrel on the other side of the room as he put his cell phone back into his pocket. As soon as Molly's back was turned for all of a few moments, Jett was up and slipping out of the room. Fuck that Gangrel bitch with a chainsaw. He was going to need to know that he had no right to treat him like a naive kid. Molly was his Sire and guider, no one else had the right to try to tell him what he should and shouldn't be. By the time anyone realised Jett was gone, he was well out of their range of scent to follow him. If the Gangrel was a know-it-all fuck, he could explain to Molly where Jett had gone to. That would no doubt be fun.
Jett, however, was on the prowl. New York was like a smorgasbord to a new childer. The scents were overwhelming, and it was really why they should be kept close to their Sire to learn how to control all the urges and desires that came from engulfing so many scents at once that could have them salivating with hunger. The problem with him was, though, that he had brought some facets of his human life with him into the Kindred world. Most Kindred did, but for Jett, it was a desperate urge for freedom after such a restrictive and incapacitating life.
First there was losing a lot of his childhood nursing his mum through cancer and subsequently losing her. She died with him sitting beside her hospital bed holding her hand. Then there was the disciplined regiment of being in the military, following orders, being told when he could eat, sleep, and shit. But after that came the landmind where he was blown up and had every single last sliver of freedom and independence stolen from him in an instant. Now as a Kindred, the last thing he wanted to feel was like he had a bunch of hands held around his neck, gagging him, and holding him back from his second chance at life. He certainly did not had any desire to be told he had no wisdom or knowledge to be afforded some freedom. Seriously, the guy couldn't have fucked up more with his line of conversation that managed to insult Jett and flare up the Brujah streak inside him. Now? Now he wasn't playing nice anymore.
He ended up on top of the massive multi-storey Knightshead Liquor building, the headquarters for the corporation Ben owned and where the New York City Kindred Council held their meetings. He was standing up on the ledge, having climbed over the rail and with his hands holding onto the rails behind him, he was leaning out over the massive drop below, watching the cars zipping past like ants on the road. Even if he fell, he wouldn't die. Right now, he was adrenaline-fuelled enough to test the theory and jump just for the hell of it. It would garner a lot of negative attention right out the front of Benjamin's business, and how would the Gangrel prick like to explain that one to his Prince?
A lewd smirk danced over Jett's lips just at the thought. Oh, yes, it was extremely fucking tempting. If they wanted to think he was stupid, idiotic, naive and reckless, he could give them just that. He didn't care. Yes, he had a lot to learn, but as far as he was concerned, respect went both ways. If they wanted it from him and to be a good little childer who sat in the corner and behaved himself, then they had to learn that he deserved some respect as a human, as someone who had faced horrific things that made him anything but naive and innocent. It was so peaceful up here, he could get used to it. But the hunger was fuelling him, and the temptation to jump was getting stronger.
That was as far as he got before there was a horrified shriek of, "OH MY FUCKING GOD, DON'T JUMP!"
Jett looked back over his shoulder to see who it was. It was Skye, Xavier's Vessel. Her golden blonde hair was whipping around in her face at the strong breeze this high up, and she had frozen on the spot, holding her hands up in surrender. Seeing her, how gorgeous she was, and the fact her skirt was being blow up and revealing her thigh, and now being close enough to have her scent emanating off her, Jett's blue eyes shifted to silver and his fangs appeared. He had jumped back over the railing with a quick, lithe leap. He grabbed her in his arms and had her pressed up against the wall of the stairwell. He was only very vaguely aware of her small cuss of, "Oh crap" before h grinned at her, fangs at the ready.
Most humans would probably have been terrified met with this sight, but Skye wasn't just any human. She was a link between the human world and The Masquerade. All she did was roll her eyes a little with a resolute nod, turning her head away. Jett bit down on her throat and her sweet, fresh blood filled his mouth. The thing that took him by surprise was that she shoved her hand down the front of his trousers to help herself too.
Well, if that was the way she wanted to play it, all the better...
Jett Wilson || Kindred: The Embraced (Original Character)
- Skye used with love and guidance from her mun