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Characters: Jakob and OpenSetting: School CampusContent: TBD (please state the rating and/or whatever content one might find such as swearing) Summary: Jake decides to plant bugs around campus and is interruptedHaving had such poor success with Leon, a few days past, and with Lisette on New Year’s Eve, Jake decided to become more proactive with his information procuring; pulling up a map of the school and campus, he printed it off on his computer and from a place, hidden in the bottom of his dresser, he retrieved some listening devices, or ‘bugs’. “Accio” he intoned, calling his jacket to him, from across the room; he place the rolled map in an inner pocket, along with a pen, and he filled the outer pockets with the tiny listening devices. After dropping a bug, stealthily, in the common room of Rienzi House, Jake continued the halls and out onto the grounds of the Institute. Once outside, he took out his map and marked in pen the bug he had left in the Rienzi common room. He had decided not to leave any in the hallways, fearing they may be too easily discovered and they were harder to retrieve when he wanted to take them back. People paid less attention to what went on outside, plus tongue wagged more freely out there. He wanted to make sure he covered the buildings comprising each major house, the Hall’s for the Lower Institute students, Labarre Hall, the Main building and maybe the seating for the sports fields. The bugs were the best money could buy, so he didn’t have to plant too many. Still, he had lots of territory to cover. After about an hour of planting bugs, Jake decided to tuck into a corner, behind the Main building and take a cigarette break. As he puffed away, he watched a few students pass by and he almost felt guilty for planting his bugs…but, he didn’t mean any harm. He wasn’t going to share what he learned with anyone and he wasn’t going to use the information he gathered against them. Dropping back against the wall, he closed his eyes and just enjoyed his smoke. Tags: !incomplete, jessica sommer
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Although it had been a while now, Hunter was still feeling sour about the game against Beauregard. She had the scowl on her face, and a broken lamp in her room to prove it. She had spent the majority of her day just hanging around lazily, flitting around campus, and trying to focus on anything except the feeling of disappointment that seemed to weigh her down. Everywhere she went, she was just reminded of how close their chances had been. Beauregard hadn't won a game yet! And they still beat her team! It was kind of embarrassing. If only the tackle hadn't almost knocked her off her broom. That had screwed up her whole groove, and then it had been downhill from there. After bumming the last two cigarettes out of Gray's pack, Hunter was skulking off to find a place to smoke them. If she could help it, she only ended up smoking when she was drinking, or if she was around other smokers. ... Or if she was stressed, as was the current case. Rounding a corner with a smoke already hanging from her mouth, the blonde girl jumped a little when she saw Jake there. "Jesus, man!" she cried, clapping a hand to her chest dramatically. "Hide 'round the corner much? Ya scared the shit outta me!" |
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Jake had just inhaled a soothing drag from his cigarette, when his tranquil moment was interrupted by a voice crying out, ”Jesus, man!” Jake’s eye’s snapped open, he spit out his cigarette and he choked on the smoke he had just inhaled, as he did a little dance trying to catch the cigarette that bounced it’s way merrily down his body. Succeeding in only burning his hand, he crushed the ciggy out with the toe of his black Chuck and reached inside his jacket for another. Smiling widely, as he pulled out his cigarettes, Jake greeted, “Hey Hunter! Scared you? I almost pissed myself!” Hunter Sommers was one of the girls Jake felt comfortable around; she was from Plano and she was just a solid person…non-judgmental.
Digging out his lighter, Jake tried to cover it up with his hand, as it was solid gold, an engraved gift from daddy; he tried not to flash his wealth around too much because he was well aware that it could create resentment towards him. Hunter was definitely one of the people he didn’t want to alienate. After lighting a fresh ciggy and taking a soothing drag, Jake grinned at Hunter and teased, “So, tell me that you tracked me down because you finally dumped that Greg guy and you’re dying to finally hook up with a hometown boy!” Dimples showed in his face from where he held back a grin.
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“Oh sorry, what was I thinking?! How could I have called your precious beau, Greg. I meant Gregooooooiiiire!”, which with Jake’s Texas drawl came out like Grig-WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHR. He snorted loudly when Hunter called him a ‘pencil dick’ and flicked the ash from his cigarette, “Hey! Pencil dick?! I have references, Sugar tits!”, he wiggled his eyebrows comically, “Unless, of course you want a private showing?” A serious look coming over his face, Jake took a long drag and asked, “Everything okay, Hunt? You were wound up tighter than a Turkey on Thanksgiving, when you came back here. Something I can help with?” |
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Hunter laughed, blowing some smoke from her nose as she shook her head. "I'll pass on that one. I think you got more than enough references to go round," she teased.
When he got serious, Hunter's expression darkened just a little, attempting to give her best nonchalant shrug. It was no use; she couldn't hide her feelings, even on the best of days, which this was no. "Just bummed out about the game," she admitted. "We practice our asses off all the damn time, and we still get beat.. and by Beauregard! I mean, I love the fuckers, but their team is kinda lame. They're no Sonnier. Those nerds can fly. But Beau wins one game all year, and it gotta be against us? Makes me look like a bad captain, dude."
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Jake brushed a few stray blond locks out of his eyes, chuckling, “Yeah, some folks would say I have way too many references, but…”, he shrugged, “…you’re only young once, y’know?”
Hunter was always an upbeat girl and a tough one too; Jake hated to see her down. Listening to her talk about the Rienzi loss against Beauregard made his heart go out to her; it also pissed him off that he’d missed the game. FUCK! I missed the game! My mind was so involved with planting these bugs, I forgot about it., Jake groaned inwardly. He was a big fan of Quidditch and Quodpot and tried to get to each and every game.
“What? Bad captain? Hunter, no!”, Jake stepped forward and gave her a quick, friendly hug, “Baby, you are the best captain CCI has…and I’m talkin’ Quodpot and Quidditch!” He leaned back against the wall and gave her a wink, “Believe me, Hunt, ‘cause I go to all the games…and I ain’t tryin’ to get into your pants, ‘cause you’ve got those locked up tight”, he grinned, trying to lighten her mood. Flicking his cigarette ashes he scoffed, “Pish, Beauregard…luckiest fuckers on the face of the Earth. Wasn’t their founder a leprechaun or somethin’?”
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"Somethin' like that anyway." Hunter agreed, smiling a little bit. It made her a little better to think of them as just lucky midgets, but only marginally. When Jake made the joke about getting into her pants, she couldn't help but smile a little wider, rolling her eyes as she exhaled again, ashing the smoke slowly. "Tighter than a nun's cunt on Christmas," she joked back.
"As if," she quickly added, dissolving into laughter. "Just cause I got a beau don't mean I can't have no fun. He sure as shit has his, right?" she mused. "Not that that's an invitation," she added, eying him with a little smirk. "I still ain't ready for all of that hometown goodness. Sorry man, it'd be like.. I dunno, fuckin' the guys I grew up with. Plano ain't sexy."
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Hunter’s smile was radiant to him and it made him smile, God she’s a sweetheart, Jake mused with a sigh. He put his cigarette to his lips just as the tall girl agreed, Tighter than a nun's cunt on Christmas; this struck Jake as so funny, he choked out a laugh that shot the cigarette forward from his lips like a missile. “Damn, girl! There goes another!”, he chuckled, running over to stamp out the cigarette. Giving her a soft tap on the arm, as he passed, he teased, “Nothing hotter than a tall, sexy gal with a mouth like a sailor”, then he scratched his chin, “…or was that a tall sexy sailor with a mouth like a girl?”, he grinned at her and shrugged, “Either or…makes no nevermind to me!”
“Well, now, I’m not sure what your boy, Gray has been up to, but I’m sure I could find out…”, he looked at her from under his lashes, “…that is, if you really want to know”. He waved his hand at her when she started discussing the two of them doing it, “Baby, if we did it, you’d be wanderin’ around in a daze sayin’ There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!”, he teased, rocking his hips back and forth. Then, chuckling, he agreed, “Plano ain’t sexy is an understatement!”
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"Guess I owe you a couple of smokes, huh?" she replied, laughing a little as she watched him stamping it out. "I'll hook ya up the next time I pick up a pack," she added, arms crossing over her chest lazily as she leaned back some against the building, getting more comfortable. She figured if she had nothing better to do than stand around and shoot the shit, then why the hell not do just that.
She laughed loudly at his next words, choking on a bit of smoke herself, using one hand to pound briefly at her chest. "You're an asshole, Frost! Like hell I'd be sayin' that! Keep on dreamin' till you're big enough to handle all of this much woman," she shot back, grinning ear from ear. She then paused for a moment, before continung on a more serious note. "What ya mean if I really wanna know? I usually know what he's been up to. Or who, if they come up and give him a slap. But in his defense, that only happened a couple times."
Mostly, she just let Gray have his space. He did the same for her, and it worked pretty well. Whatever was between them, whatever else they did always seemed kind of irrelevant to that. They had fun together, regardless of anything. That was, in Hunter's opinion, what mattered.
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Jake shrugged and waved away Hunter’s offer, “Shit, girl, like I don’t have enough cigarettes in my room to make the Surgeon General cry.” He dug his pack out and tossed them to the tall girl, “Here! Not your brand, but I like em’. They’ll hold you until you pick up another pack.”
He laughed, good-naturedly at her taunt; Hunter was one hell of a tall girl…Jake was 6 ft tall and she topped him just a bit. Jakob laughed loudly and admitted, “You are one big mountain of a woman, Hunt!”, he wiggled his eyebrows, “…but I’m sure you’re worth the climb!”
Her serious countenance took Jake by surprise and he wondered what he’d done now; unfortunately, it wasn’t uncommon for him to put his foot in his mouth. “Ohhh, no no no! Hey, Hunter…I think you and Gray make a really cute couple!”, he squeezed her shoulder, “he makes you happy and you make him happy…”, he smiled and held his hands up, “…can we really guarantee more?”
Jake studied Hunter’s face and wondered at all the subtle telltale signs of someone who feels the attachment of a significant other, the warmth, the lightness, the dreamy quality; he had never had that, because he was afraid of commitment to one person. He had never been someone’s split-apart, someone’s other half. What was he missing, he wondered, “How do you feel when you think of Gray?”, he asked, with an almost child-like quality to his voice.
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Hunter caught the pack, giving it a little glance over, before looking up at Jake again. "Thanks, man. It saves me from bumming," she replied. She could usually find someone to get a few from, but it didn't make it any less degrading.
She listened closely as Jake spoke, moving onto the subject of Gray. She looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment, never really the type to talk about her feelings or anything particularly 'mushy' like that. At least not if she could help it. Even with the girls, she was more of the type to give a raunchy story than a sweet one.
Feelings were just awkward and complicated.
"Feel?" the taller blonde echoed, blinking a bit. "Well, I guess.. I dunno. Fun? Yeah, he's a whole lotta fun. And he makes me laugh. He's uh.. real relaxed. I like that. He just doesn't give a fuck, y'know? He ain't uptight. I couldn't deal with no uptight fella.. that kinda shit would drive me crazy," she explained, trailing off quickly. She wasn't even sure if that really answered the question.
"Guess I just feel.. I dunno. Wanted? I guess. I know that sounds kinda faggy, but.. whatever, I dunno. I ain't like that about him."
At least not openly.
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“Hey, no biggie”, he replied to Hunter’s thanks. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had tons of them. Being the son of a billionaire had it’s privileges. He actually enjoyed spending money on other people more than he liked buying things for himself.
He could see, from Hunter’s body language that the question he asked her was making her a bit uncomfortable. Jake was just a talkative person and he was so curious about people and their lives, he didn’t think before he asked questions.
Yeah, he had made her uncomfortable. She was dancing around his question and giving him kinda half responses. Ahhh, there ya go…wanted! That’s a good one!
“Feeling wanted isn’t faggy, girl. That’s a good thing.” He gave her a soft tap on her arm, “Don’t worry, promise this little heart to heart is just between us.” Then he winked at her, “Also between you and me…I’m not so sure I believe you ain’t that way about him!”
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"Better just be between us," Hunter replied, clearly sulking. Although there was still plenty of good humor in her expression. When Jake tapped her, she gave a little smile, playfully trying to shrug him off. "I ain't even! Seriously!" she protested, laughing some.
"That's why we work, 'cos we don't go and get all caught up in each other.. I do what he wants, he does what he wants, I do what I want, he does what I want, it basically works out in our favor everytime. If I went and got all attached and weird.. hell, that'd just blow it all to shit. So I ain't like that, I'm just.. along for the ride, man."
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Hunter laughed a little, reaching over to clap him on the back as he mussed with his hair. "Chill out, bro. It ain't nothing serious.. and I can be plenty ho, thank you very much. I just guess I'm a li'l more picky.. well, with the fellas anyway. How do ya say no to a cute chick, right?"
Quieting down to let him speak further, Hunter shook her head a bit. "Only if ya think that you might want that, man.. I'm tellin' you right now, if might seem all fun and no commitment, but we still fight an' get on like a couple of bitches. If you wanna stick, you go ahead, but it ain't all fun and titties or nothing. You still gotta work at it.. enough to hold it together, anyway."
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Jakes face flushed a little and he grinned shyly when Hunter smacked him on the back and tols him that she could be a ho too. Then she followed it up by hinting that she couldn’t say no to a cute chick. The way Jake’s mind worked, he immediately went to the Hunter doing hot chick visual. “Damn, Hunt, you got me turnin’ all red, girl! This should not be happenin’!”, Jake protested, light-heartedly.
He rubbed his chin and looked her in the eyes, “Well, you know, my daddy always did say, Ain’t nothin’ worth havin’, that you don’t have to work to get!” His mind ran through the girls at the school, wondering which of them would make a good, dare he think it…girlfriend.
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