02-06-2014, 08:26 PM
His ego could take quite the beating before he really acted on it. Come on. Revenge was such a strong word. Getting even was the cleaner style. Like chucking a towel at a wet ... his smirk twisted with the rest of that happy thought.
And then she was all affection and kisses. For half a heartbeat, Jax thought she might hit more below the belt, so to speak, but like usual, she was just fucking with him. There might be a pattern to this. Well, he let her run her hands all over him. If that's what she really wanted. It took her long enough to start spitting it out though. Apparently she did want to be cute, after all.
People like them were hunted like dogs. Right. By big gorillas with straightjackets, no doubt. So long as they shoot him up to his eyeballs with drugs first, Jaxen wasn't too bothered by the idea. A nice quiet padded room to himself. Three square meals a day. Didn't sound too bad. There are worse fates. He darkened.
What caught his attention that maybe Oriena wasn't just fucking with him again, were the shadows that crept across her expression. Revulsion or foreboding he expected, unease and anxiety he did not.
He paid closer attention after that. Not just to her words, but to the cues in her body language to judge against her in the future. Knowing Oriena's 'tells' were worth their weight in gold. Since now he had to assume they'd cross paths again after today.
Arms still crossed, he crossed his heels at the ankle and tipped a shoulder against a column. The slight against his teacher bounced from a flat regard. Tony maybe fell in the camp of a teacher. Nobody knew where Mickey fell. Though the guy did drag him out of the dungeons. Jaxen supposed that was worth something. But for the most part, the only one looking out for Jaxen was himself.
"What's that mean? Are people like us in some sort of club I missed out on?"
He shook his head. He didn't care much for the answer. His mind was already turning a hundred possibilities. More to the point, she hit a nerve. He had been followed lately. He didn't recall seeing anyone with a snake on their wrist. He was unlikely to have overlooked the kind of detail had he seen one - fucking snakes - but winter and long sleeves didn't make it easy to check.
He assumed it had to do with Baccarat. The cannibal got to him at just the right time, puking his brains out behind a dumpster makes a guy kind of vulnerable. Then White appeared in the dungeon, genuinely surprised to see him there. It was all connected. Jaxen only had to find out how.
If he slipped into brooding thought, Jaxen snapped out of it suddenly. A loud snap and he clapped his hands and rubbed them together below a playful smile. "I had a wonderful evening. Thank-you for the pleasure of your company."
His grin mocked chivalry, and he stepped gingerly from the door.
If he thought himself one of the dogs hunted by these snakes, he didn't warn Oriena to watch her back when she left the building. She was a big girl. She could take care of herself.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Feb 6 2014, 08:27 PM.
And then she was all affection and kisses. For half a heartbeat, Jax thought she might hit more below the belt, so to speak, but like usual, she was just fucking with him. There might be a pattern to this. Well, he let her run her hands all over him. If that's what she really wanted. It took her long enough to start spitting it out though. Apparently she did want to be cute, after all.
People like them were hunted like dogs. Right. By big gorillas with straightjackets, no doubt. So long as they shoot him up to his eyeballs with drugs first, Jaxen wasn't too bothered by the idea. A nice quiet padded room to himself. Three square meals a day. Didn't sound too bad. There are worse fates. He darkened.
What caught his attention that maybe Oriena wasn't just fucking with him again, were the shadows that crept across her expression. Revulsion or foreboding he expected, unease and anxiety he did not.
He paid closer attention after that. Not just to her words, but to the cues in her body language to judge against her in the future. Knowing Oriena's 'tells' were worth their weight in gold. Since now he had to assume they'd cross paths again after today.
Arms still crossed, he crossed his heels at the ankle and tipped a shoulder against a column. The slight against his teacher bounced from a flat regard. Tony maybe fell in the camp of a teacher. Nobody knew where Mickey fell. Though the guy did drag him out of the dungeons. Jaxen supposed that was worth something. But for the most part, the only one looking out for Jaxen was himself.
"What's that mean? Are people like us in some sort of club I missed out on?"
He shook his head. He didn't care much for the answer. His mind was already turning a hundred possibilities. More to the point, she hit a nerve. He had been followed lately. He didn't recall seeing anyone with a snake on their wrist. He was unlikely to have overlooked the kind of detail had he seen one - fucking snakes - but winter and long sleeves didn't make it easy to check.
He assumed it had to do with Baccarat. The cannibal got to him at just the right time, puking his brains out behind a dumpster makes a guy kind of vulnerable. Then White appeared in the dungeon, genuinely surprised to see him there. It was all connected. Jaxen only had to find out how.
If he slipped into brooding thought, Jaxen snapped out of it suddenly. A loud snap and he clapped his hands and rubbed them together below a playful smile. "I had a wonderful evening. Thank-you for the pleasure of your company."
His grin mocked chivalry, and he stepped gingerly from the door.
If he thought himself one of the dogs hunted by these snakes, he didn't warn Oriena to watch her back when she left the building. She was a big girl. She could take care of herself.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Feb 6 2014, 08:27 PM.