define your meaning of war `chloe

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

define your meaning of war
TO ME ITS WHAT WE DO WHEN WE'RE BORED
i feel the heat coming off of the blacktop

Mother of fucking God. It seemed that every day he went to school, Jacoby had to get into some kind of damnable fight. Most of it wasn't his fault that he spent a few months out of the year completely out of contact with his family. And then when he came back, Taylor had some kind of new boyfriend and that just really got under his skin. Okay, so she was fifteen or sixteen now. Taylor was a big girl but he was still worried about her, she was his little sister afterall. Whether he be the son of the damned or not. Oh yeah, interesting little fact. The six foot tall, tattooed, eighteen year old junior was not just a normal Upper East Side elite brat. He just so happened to be one of Hades's children. No biggie right? Yeah...pretty much. But back to the fighting thing. If he was in the most fucking fantastic mood ever, it didn't matter. All it took was one little shithead to make some comment and poof! there went his good mood. The fight hadn't been much of a fight either. When you live with other Demigod children for a few months, you tend to forget mortals are weaker and your fist tends to leave a nicer bruise than you thought.

He'd only gotten lucky that no teachers had found out about the little scrimage or he'd be sitting in the dean of discipline's office, waiting for his bastard of a human father to get there. Right now, he had found himself a quiet little location in a slightly out of the way bathroom to take a quick drink of vodka before attempting to rejoin the humanity outside the bathroom door. It wasn't like he participated in class anyways, he just drank a bunch of booze and the teachers hoped he wouldn't act out violently. You'd never seen him violent outside of Camp Halfblood. Or as violent as he could be. After a little more of his vodka, Jacoby took a step out of the bathroom, shoving the flask back into the black leather messenger bag he used for school. He looked just as normal as he had last term, black hair spiked back like he'd just rolled out of bed, eyeliner and chipped nail polish on. Granted, Jacoby was probably only one of the kids at the school who wore nail polish or eyeliner. It wasn't like he wanted to be one of those little lacrosse shitheads who everyone fawned over. He didn't need to be a jock to be able to attract a playmate for his bed. When bastard daddy was away, the son of Hades came out to play.

There were a few that Coby didn't even try to tempt into his bed. The other Demigod children, especially the little Zeus and Poseidon brats, were far from his list of beauties to make his bed pretty. The major one was Zeus's daughter, Chloe Summers. Little miss blonde and daughter of Zeus was just such a perfect ray of sunshine. Maybe it was the fact that the hatred between Hades and the other gods was what made Jacoby dislike her. Zeus and Hades did not get along, everyone knew that. They were worse than when Zeus and Poseidon decided to snap at each other. That might just be bias to the other halfbloods for ignoring the Hades children. Not that he really minded, he preferred solitude occasionally. There wasn't a lot that he had in common with the others anyways. Unless you counted being the son of god, that is. He talked to his dead mother, he brought skeletons to life and made them obey him, he made shadows do what he wanted to. He could control the dead, yeah he was a freak. The little buzz of delusion he'd had from the booze was fading away now, though the burning taste of vodka on his tongue was still there. Right now, he was late for some class in english. It really didn't bother him though, his dsylexia annoyed him as well as his ADHD.

It seemed that teachers seemed to be able to pinpoint the kids with those disabilities and make them be embarassed. Jacoby had lost count of the times he'd been asked to read aloud some poem. First his ADHD had him distracted so someone had to show him the poem. And then the damned dsylexia kicked in and...well it was enough for his mood to go from "unhappy emo kid" to "royally pissed off demon child". Teachers had begun to figure out that asking him to do something was a waste of time, unless it involved Greek mythology. And there wasn't a lot of Greek mythology in high school so there wasn't a lot of participation on Jacoby's part. But he was fine with that. His distracted and being wrapped within his own thoughts had made him not pay attention to what he was doing. And thus, he literally ran into someone. Well, shit, he looked like an ass now. But there was nothing new there. So Jacoby just looked at who he'd run into, trademark smirk on his face. He never left home without it.

words ;; one zero two four
tag ;; chloe!
status ;; finished
muse ;; tv
lyrics ;; you're going down - sick puppies
outfit ;; sex
notes ;; blah blah blah
it's so completely random and
cliched at the end. sorry love

[Chloe Summers]

You would not believe your eyes

if ten million fireflies

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Chloe walked out of her visual art class. The bell hadn't rung yet, but she didn't care. She had tried to love and appreciate art but had given up not only because she felt stupid, but she wasn't good at painting like her classmates. She had no idea how she got in the class, but she wanted out, she had been wanting out since the third day of school... but ohhh no, Chiron had to force her to stay in the stupid class. Her ADHD wasn't helping with the classical music and the fact that they stared at fruit all class. She wanted to grab her paintbrush and stab her eyes out. On the plus side, she though her ADHD was getting better. She stomped out of her class, not really caring that she heard her teacher yelling after her. She shrugged it off as she started to walk towards the bathroom. She wasn't actually going to use the bathroom, but it felt like she should just hang out there before her next class. She had about twenty minutes just to chill.

Chloe walked passed acouple other classrooms and smiled as she saw some of her few friends. She didn't let the people who gave her dirty looks get to her. As she waved at one f her friends she bumped into someone. She turned to face the person she bumped into and opened her mouth to apologize right before she saw who it was, She stood there with her mouth open as she took in who it was she just bumped into. She did't even want to register his name so she decided to just describe him in her head approperatly. Mr. Slimball gross dirt bag Hades shit... She closed her mouth and gave him a big ole fake smile as she patted his shoulder. She hadn't spoken a word, but she knew that he would be pissed at her no matter what she did.

Word count: 326
Muse:DEAD
Notes: Sorry, this post is horrid!
Lyrics: Owl City- Fireflies

[/blockquote]lit up the world as I fell asleep[/center]
Cause they'd fill the open air[/blockquote][/size][/font]

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

define your meaning of war
TO ME ITS WHAT WE DO WHEN WE'RE BORED
i feel the heat coming off of the blacktop

Well, look who it was. Jacoby's second least favorite person ever. He still smirked as she stood there with her mouth open, gaping like a fish out of water in front of him. "You've got a little drool right there." He commented sarcastically, touching the corner of her mouth with the tip of his finger. It would piss her off to have him touch her. And it took all of his self restraint not to vomit or make a gagging sound when he touched her soft skin. Though, when she placed that ugly ass smile on her face and patted his shoulder, a snarl rippled from his lips and his dark eyes flashed dangerously. He didn't like people touching him, it gave him flashbacks of watching his father's raining down on his mother. Or worse, on him. A little terror flashed through his eyes for the briefest second and Jacoby almost took an instinctive step away from her, a figurative wall rising up around him. The feeling disappeared quickly from his mind, so fast that it was almost like the look had never been there. But Chloe might have seen it, who knew? He raised an eyebrow slight as she just stood there, smiling at him.

"See something you like, Summers? Didn't figure you, being the daughter of the one who can do no wrong Zeus himself, would be ditching class." Jacoby said, folding his burly, colorful arms over his chest. All Demigods were ADHD and dyslexic, where did that come from by the way, so most of them had problems with school. It was no secret, English was like Greek to them. Or would be if they had problems with Greek, that is. That language, however, was easier to pick up than English. At least that was how it worked for him. He pulled the flask from his bag and took a long drink, loving the feel of the vodka as it burned. As soon as he was down, he returned the silver container back to his bag like he'd just been drinking water and not booze in the middle of a school hallway. He really didn't understand the whole "you have to be twenty-one to legally drink" thing. Because honestly, if you can smoke at eighteen and vote at eighteen, then you should be able to drink. That was just Coby's general opinion. If anything made it easier to get him booze then he'd be all for it. He turned his dark, choclate brown gaze back to Chloe and waited for her answer. Really, he didn't know why he was sticking around to here some smart ass response from someone he didn't like. Maybe he was bored and just didn't feel like going to class, yeah he could go with that excuse. Except, he'd rather rip his own eyeballs and eat them than talk to her most of the time. Most of the time.

words ;; six two seven
tag ;; chloe!
status ;; finished
muse ;; situation - escape the fate
lyrics ;; you're going down - sick puppies
outfit ;; sex
notes ;; well that was shit...

[Chloe Summers]

And leave teardrops everywhere

You'd think me rude

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Chloe took a couple steps back in disgust. Sure, she knew who it was, but he actually made skin to skin contact... GROSS She gave him a glare that told him to back away before he regretted it. She knew he would probably ignore her, but she still decided to put up the warning glance so she could tell him she tried to warn the poor guy. Her mind wanted to stay and have a fight with Jacoby. Sure, she knew that it would be a close fight, she actually didn't know who would win. She smiled to herself as she played the battle in her head. She really wasn't as mean with other big three campers, it was only him who had a problem with her. Sure, she could picture herself electrocuting him and then sending him flying in a tornado.. but she didn't want him dead. Then who would she play with? she smiled bigger as she imagined his face if she actually managed to create a tornado or sorts, the look of little girl fear on his face. Her body wanted a fight really badly now but she held it in. She even was trying to say something nice, but came up blank

She recovered her composer from his hand touching her lip. Actually she wasn't really sure where he had touched her, she jst felt a bolt of sadness shoot down her spine. She pretended it was the fact that she ditched class, but doubted it. She tucked her hands behind her back to keep them from going up to touch her face where he had touched her skin. She also wanted to go running from the school, she didn't really know if it was to get away from... unwanted company, or because she didn't really want to be at school. She paused mid thought, had the second option implied she would have just wanted to leave not because of slime face? She needed to get a better sleep. She straighed out her kilt as she stood taller than she was a couple seconds ago. Sure, she didn't really look intimidating from the on looker because he seemed like a giant and compared to Jacoby, Chloe looked like a harmless stick. She smiled sweetly as she shook his hand sending a quick pulse of electricity through her hand to travel to his body. She wasn't going to lie, she was cared she would loose control of her electricity. She was never going to tell Jacoby, but she could only control the winds, and even that took almost all her effort. Her power to summon Electricity was much stronger and she almost alwayd lost control of her power. She seemed powerless when she only used the powers she knew how to use. She hoped that she gauged the right amount of shock for Jacoby. Sh paused, why did she care, if he died, he would see his dear daddy. "Speaking of dads that can't do wrong, did your Daddy kidnap another goddess or is he satisfied with the one he is keeping hostage?" She gave him a questioning smirk. She knew that would hit a nerve. She really didn't care if Jacoby went on for ages smashing her dad, heck she would help him. " And it figures you would be skipping class" She said a she tried to duplicate the disapproving look Chiron gave the campers very often.

Chloe leaned against a wall, she felt the cool cement against her back. She looked behind her and rolled her eyes when she noticed that she was kind of in the middle of the hall...It only took one teacher to spot her to get her in trouble. Chloe was the goodie two shoes at school, it wasn't that she cared about her marks or her reputation amongst the teachers. She didn't really care about school, heck she was counting down the days until school closed but Chloe had the feeling that she should be happy with what she had. I mean, sure, everyone at the school hated her... I mean like everyone. The kids who were in her grade thought she was just a really hot weird nerd so they shunned her, not talking to her (except the occasional guy who thought they could boss Chloe around and get her on a forced date. Didn't end well btw) and they only even laughed at her. Yet, she came to school everyday, heck, she never missed one class. She was also in a bunch or grade twelve classes, like her math and sciences. They all ignored her because they thought she was to young to be smart. She hated them almost as much as the Grade tens. Even the Halfbloods who went to the stupid rich preppy school ignored her in fear of their own reputation. She kind of wished she could have the expectations they had for Jacoby. He was pretty chill when it came to school, even seemed to be cool enough to be invited to parties. HE wasn't expected to go back to camp with a ninety fix average. She wanted to switch roles with him so badly, but instead she decided to just restrain from crying right there in the hall way and look back at Jacoby and give him a scowl. She wasn't really sure what was wrong with her emotions lately, all she knew was she was crying to much and she cared to much what other people thought. She wished she wasn't a chick sometimes, the stress of having so many pressures and expectations and responsibilities. She tried t count the number of responsibilities Jacoby had and came up with nothing. She chuckled slightly as she flicked a blonde curl from her face.


Word count: 969
Muse: *chainsawed*
Notes: I hope this makes up for my fail posts
Lyrics: Owl City- Fireflies

[/blockquote]But I would just stand and stare[/center]
I like to make myself believe[/blockquote][/size][/font]

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

define your meaning of war
TO ME ITS WHAT WE DO WHEN WE'RE BORED
i feel the heat coming off of the blacktop

An even wider, more arrogant smirk graced Jacoby's fine-boned face as she took a few steps back in disgust. So one of the famed daughters of Zeus was scared? Unlike most of the attendees of Camp Halfblood, Jacoby didn't play a fight out into his head. He knew how it would start and how it would end. To be honest, he was an arrogant bastard who enjoyed winning. Like all people, he lost some fights but he normally won more fights then he lost. Some people enjoyed fighting, children of Ares, but Jacoby viewed it as a recreational activity. It was fun for him, letting people think they were safe and then jumping on them from behind. Who cared if it was a cowardly appearing tactic? If you wanted the upper hand, some people would do anything for it. Jacoby was an opportunist, he saw the opportunity and he jumped on it. There was no trusting him to have your back in a fight unless he was actually on your side. Even then, alliances changed and so did he; especially if you got in his way. All his life, he'd been taught to go after bigger and better things. There was no way he was going to settle for second best after all these years of attaining what was the best. A better sword, a better physique, a better girl to make his bed pretty; they were all the same thing. He just really didn't care for gaining a better grade like some people did. Those damnable overachievers making him look like more of a slacker than he was annoyed him.

A growl bubbled up from his throat when she shook his hand, a jolt of electricity racing up and down his spine. And no, he didn't mean the jolt of electricity some people claimed to feel when they met the one who was right for them. This was far from it and she was threatening, at the very least warning, Jacoby. What would little Chiron think about that? Competition among the Demigods? It wasn't unheard of, especially at the camp where the cabins took sides for a more dangerous version of Capture the Flag. He enjoyed it occasionally. The shadows around them writhed and disappeared briefly, joining together at Jacoby's will. It took more of his energy to control larger groups of shadows but it was fun. They swirled up through the air, twisting around Chloe into a blinding speed before he'd have enough of toying with them. Too bad a parade of skeletons into the school would attract too much attention. Attention from Mount Olympus, Chiron, and Daddy dearest was not something he wanted right now. After all, no mortal would suspect the dark-haired eighteen year old of controlling skeletons but the gods would know and then there would be hell to pay. The shadows weren't threatening unless he focused all of his energy on that. Currently, he was stronger than most of the other Hades children in this aspect because few of them could control the shadows. Compared to his father...Jacoby was like a baby lion catching a mouse.

Chloe's words reached his ears and his dark eyes flashed warningly, he really wanted his skeletons. Yes, Persephone had technically been kidnapped but she'd eaten his father's pomegranates and thus was forced to remain in the Underworld for most of the year. "She ate from the Underworld. She deserves to spend most of the year in the Underworld for it," Jacoby remarked calmly. At least more calmly than he felt on the inside. Anger whipped around inside, a normal feeling for him. Most of his feelings were angry and hateful to others, it wasn't uncommon for someone like Jacoby. His dark eyes flashed up to her face as she spoke again, an understood condescending tone setting off the warning signs in his brain. Or maybe he imagined the condescending tone. In any case his fists clenched briefly, the two skull rings and tattoos adorning his fingers appearing more vibrant than before. "You would fancy yourself to be Chiron. Or your father, wouldn't you? Do you even believe that you're a bastard like the rest of us? Products our parents didn't want? Why pretend like you give a shit about the repercussions of not attending classes?" Jacoby hissed out, adjusting the loose, silver chain that was draped around his neck. "That's all we are anyways? Bastards serving to be a bane to someone's miserable existence on this pathetic rock."

Since when had he become Mr. Emo Kid? It wasn't like anyone expected much of him. His life was a guaranteed easy one, if he'd been a mortal. There were times he wished he was mortal. His mother would still be alive then if he was mortal. Another surge of hatred welled up inside the eighteen year old, but it was to someone he'd never hated before. His father, Hades. That damn bastard had impregnated his mother, and his human father, Tyler, had noticed the differences inbetween Jacoby and he. On a technicality, Hades was the reason his mother was dead. The shadows darkened with Jacoby's anger before he let it go. Becoming a child of Hades had it's benefits. Like talking to the dead, he could speak to his mother. It was a poor substituition but at least he could talk to her. His younger sister would never be able to. There was nothing he could do, she meant the world to him and he'd do anything to protect her. That was one reason he liked staying far from home, the monsters had no reason to attack Taylor. In a way, she was his only priority in life, other than surviving. Jacoby was only shaken from his thoughts when Chloe chuckled. "Something funny bitch?" So maybe all the hatred wasn't gone yet.

words ;; one one three six
tag ;; chloe!
status ;; finished
muse ;; loaded and alone - hinder
lyrics ;; you're going down - sick puppies
outfit ;; sex
notes ;; bit of a muse burst (:

[Chloe Summers]

That planet earth turns slowly

it's hard to say that i'd rather stay

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Chloe gave a huge fake smile as she looked Jacoby in the eyes. She stood straighter. Sure, he was kinda cute, but she would never admit it to anyone, or even to anything... She wanted to puke because the thought occurred to her. She pushed those thoughts aside, she was going slowly crazy in the preppy school. " would hate it if you ate from the underworld when -IF- you ever meet your dad, cause your a bastard too." She said as sarcastically as she could and gave a victorious grin in his direction. She flicked a blonde curl from her face as she turned to look down the hallway, the small corridor was still empty, o people, just her and the asshole. She didn't know if she should be relieved that no one would see her with him as well as no teacher was there to give her a lecture she really didn't want. On the other hand, she really didn't feel so strongly for a long time... Since the start of the year actually, Jacoby brought strong bad feelings, but strong feelings non the less.

Chloe flushed when he addressed her like she was crap, sure the bickered a lot... A LOT A LOT... but still, he never made her feel like she didn't have a right to be out in the real world, or even at camp. What he said surprised her, but yet again, it was Jacoby. She could feel the ting in his words, she knew that he meant the, every cruel word.
You would fancy yourself to be Chiron. Or your father, wouldn't you? Do you even believe that you're a bastard like the rest of us? Products our parents didn't want? Why pretend like you give a shit about the repercussions of not attending classes? That's all we are anyways? Bastards serving to be a bane to someone's miserable existence on this pathetic rock[/b] Chloe looked at him with pure hate. Before, she just didn't like him and argued and tried to piss eachother off, he just went a level below. She gave him a cold glare, her words were harsh, it was the only way to hide her hurt. She knew that her eyes were going to start to tear up any second and that she would NOT cry infront of Jacoby.

"Look, you think I don't know Zeus is more of an asshole than you, and tha he only banged my mom because of her looks and nothing else. He picked up and left,, Yes, I am a bastard, Yes, you are a Bastard, Yes, all halfbloods are Bastards." She could feel her eyes start to water. She held in her tears and shoved him really hard in the chest. That was the moment she was glad that Chiron made her train hand to hand combat aswell as her archery. She could feel the impact of her hands against his chest as she shoved him with all her force at the moment. She didn't know if it was actually how strong she was or if it was just how emotionally strong she was. It took everything in her not to fry him to a crisp. "You think ANYOF US CHOSE TO BE BORN LIKE THAT!" She was screaming now, her usually tan complexion going slightly pink as her hair started to lift up and twirl in the strong gust of wind that she was creating unintentionally. It was strong enough to keep the doors closed if anyone tried to open a door, it was just strong enough to make a normal person wable. She knew she wouldn't move an inch because the wind would never hurt her unlike Jacoby. She also doubted that he would go flying because he was tough even for a demigod. The wind was cold and slapped its way across the hallway continuously, it continued to rage and dissipate at the end of the hallway. She wanted to lunge and attack Jacoby but she was trying not to cry. She wanted to cry into the wind, but the asshole might notice, so she concentrated on not killing him or crying. She could feel the comfort of the wind around her while it raged dangerously down the hallway. It ripped posters off the wall as she stared right at Jacoby. "Do you think it is wrong of me to try and be normal, or try and find a way out of this hell hole!" She never really thought about leaving camp halfblood, but at that moment it sounded like a good idea. University would be a great excuse to leave. She held in all the other comments she wanted to tell him, but she figured that he really didn't want to hear them. Chloe didn't choose to be a daughter of the big three, and how did her father influence how everyone saw her. So what, she would be the same person if she was a Demeter camper, but because she was a Zeus camper, she had no friends outside her own cabin. She let loose a single tear, it had leaked out despite her effort to keep it in. That tear rolled down her face diagonally as it blew off her chin and into the wind. That was when she hoped Jacoby didn't notice. That was also she wished she didn't exist.

Word count: 894
Muse: tired and dead
Notes: I am sorry it took so long... And it might be a little confusing because I am currently brain dead
Lyrics: Owl City- Fireflies

[/blockquote]Awake when I am asleep[/center]
'Cause everything is never as it seems[/blockquote][/size][/font]

[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

define your meaning of war
TO ME ITS WHAT WE DO WHEN WE'RE BORED
i feel the heat coming off of the blacktop

Jacoby raised his eyebrow. Did she think she was going to hurt his feeling by saying that? He could tell her she had a fat ass and she'd probably burst into tears right then and there. He knew he was a bastard, his own father didn't want him and his step-dad didn't want him. His mother hadn't wanted him or she would have found a way to stay alive. And like that, Coby could feel his anger rising again. His eyes flashed briefly but this anger was miniscule compared to his other, much larger temper tantrums that he'd thrown throughout previous years. It seemed that every year he survived through, a greater temper tantrum surpassed each one. Maybe one day he'd just spontaneously combust or have a heart attack in the middle of his tantrum. Then everything would be completely over and done with. No more pains in his ass from people trying to upset him. Of course he'd rather not go to the Underworld and be sentenced to eternal torture/damnation in his own percieved kingdom. Wouldn't that just be lovely? And someone would find a way to sit there and mock him. That was what made him all the more angry. He'd want to kill them over and over again until they were gone forever. Even if they were technically already gone forever.

He reveled in the white-hot hatred boiling in her eyes. His words had hit their mark just like he'd known they would. So easily manipulated feelings were, especially if you made your words align just right. Making it sound as if you shouldn't exist was just the icing on the mother fucking cake. Everyone always got teary eyed at that, no strength left to fight because you felt worthless. He fed on that worthlessness, that hatred, those were the emotions that made Jacoby strong. Those feelings were never easily replaced because they always dwelled inside you. Happiness did as well but it was easier to make someone cry and hate themselves than it was to make them feel happy. So he had become quite adept at spitting out insults that ripped people apart on the inside. Self-implosion was such a glorious, gory experience. Coby listened to her talk, trying to comfort herself, at least that's how it appeared to him, while acting like she was trying to make him see that he was a bastard just like her and everyone else. Or maybe he was imagining those feelings, either way he didn't care. But he did notice how her eyes watered and how angry she was starting to get. What he didn't expect was for her to shove him. Despite how strong he was, Jacoby was just as easily pushed as the next person when caught off guard. The eighteen year old caught his balance and straightened, chocolate eyes narrowing with hatred at her touching him once again.

"So you found some courage to actually touch me? You might want to go purify yourself with some Holy Water or go repent to a pedophiliac Father priest that you touched the son of the damned." He tilted his head to the side slightly while he spoke, barely finishing before she began ranting at him again. The wind started to pick up as she ranted, making him squint a little before angling his head so the wind didn't sting his eyes quiet so bad. "It wouldn't matter if we did choose to or not! We are anyways! We still follow those damnable assholes who gave us this life like little blind sheep!" Had he really just said that? Jacoby sounded like one of those people who wanted the gods to fall and Mount Olympus to be destroyed. Okay, so maybe some part of him did because he resented the gods for doing this to them but he really didn't want that. But the hatred was running loose and rampant inside of him, right now Jacoby would do anything to let it out on someone. The shadows began rolling together, his control becoming more dominant as they thrashed in the air, coming from nowhere it seemed. Who cared if one kid got angry? At least he wasn't going to commit a mass massacre and then commit suicide himself.

He was finding it hard to keep a firm balance with her damn wind blowing everywhich way but he was surviving. The shadows thrashed violently with his anger, blotting out the windows on the doors at the opposing ends of the hall. Did the Mist prevent the mortals from seeing things like this? Did they only see two teenagers arguing? In all fairness, Jacoby had never paid attention to what the Mist allowed the mortals to see. It bored him though he should probably pay more attention. A lot of the times, it was harder to notice things once outside of Camp Halfblood. There was no Mist there and you saw everything as it was. Outside, you didn't see as much. You also got a little bit less violent of an argument, but not when you manage to piss off one of the Big Three. He snarled as she continued speaking. All the arguing and disagreeing with him was really just starting to grate on his nerves. Most people didn't dare back talk or disagree with Jacoby because of his tempers and his almost complete lack of self-control when it involved violence. If he was one of those people that had a twitch, Jacoby would definitely have his twitch going on right now. "Would you just shut the fuck up? Just shut the fuck up alright! No one gives a rat's ass what you do or what I do or what anyone does! They're all too busy shoving their head's up their fat asses to appease their own feelings!"

And then Jacoby didn't something he'd never really expected himself to do. After yelling at her, he stepped forward and locked onto her biceps with his strong hands. He let one of his hands fall from her arm and raise up into a fist to hit her. And he would have, he would have smashed all of his strength into that fragile face and watched the bones crack and blood drip. Let her precious, perfect skin bleed and need medical attention. The shadows writhed around him wildly, almost blinding him with how quickly they flashed across his face. Instead of seeing Chloe for one wild instant, he saw his mother. Saw the battered, once beautiful face and the dead eyes. Jacoby dropped his fist and his grip on Chloe's bicep, stepping away as if he had been electrocuted. The shadows changed direction in confusion, slowing their uncontainable energy as he reached a barely noticeably trembling hand into his bag and withdrew the flask. One look gulp to finish the flask and he was fine.

words ;; one three two two
tag ;; chloe!
status ;; finished
muse ;; your betrayal - bullet for my valentine
lyrics ;; you're going down - sick puppies
outfit ;; sex
notes ;; let me know if you
don't like the ending because
i'll change it if you want me too.