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[heisenbitch]

Who: Jesse Pinkman & various closed threads to CR
When: March catch-all for established CR
Where: St. Monmouth & around Region 1
What: Dadding and hanging and other stuff, oh my
Warnings: Drug use, swearing, other stuff that comes with Jesse Pinkman territory. If you want a starter, feel free to hit me up via PM or over at nanageddon!

☲ closed to Ellie | Jesse's bedroom

[ Ellie winding up spending far more time in Jesse's room, camping out in his bed most nights, eventuated almost accidentally. A few times here and there, she has fallen asleep on his bed, and Jesse, not wanting to disturb her, always ends tucking his comforter over her and leaving her be. He sleeps pretty poorly at night himself, but when he's finally so exhausted that he can't keep his eyes open, he winds up climbing into bed next to Ellie and collapsing into a deep sleep. She can never seem to sleep without him close by, anyway.

That same situation has wound up happening again tonight. Jesse has been fast asleep next to Ellie for a couple of hours now, huddling on his stomach with his face mashed into the pillow, while Ellie is curled up on her side close to him. He stirs when a whimpering noise cuts into his sleep, though he's so tired that he sinks straight back into deep sleep… and is suddenly jolted right back out of it, startling him wide awake, at Ellie letting out a scream with a thrash of her arms. One of her arms hits Jesse square in the face.

Jesse, bewildered and disoriented with sleep, bolts upright with his eyes wide and alarmed. It takes him all of a second to realise with horror that Ellie is having another nightmare. ]

Hey, hey, hey. [ Face contorting into urgent worry, Jesse twists hurriedly onto his knees, arms reaching out to grab a hold of her flailing fists. ] Ellie, Ellie.

☲ closed to Gansey | Monmouth library

[ Reaching the sprawling library in Monmouth, Jesse pokes his head through the door. His eyes do a sweep of the books, the furniture, the shelves, the stepladder staircase leading up to a nook crammed with more books, and he pushes his hands into his pockets as he steps over the threshold.

Jesse is far from a bookworm, definitely far from any kind of academic, and once upon a time in his wasted youth, he would have rolled his eyes with an inward sneer - an outward sneer, too - at being in a place surrounded by so much knowledge. Places like these always pointed out to him how stupid he was, how stupid and inadequate he felt, and making fun of places like this was the only way he knew how to rebuff that.

Now, though… Something about this library commands respect. Maybe it's the reverent silence of it, how magic seeps into every crevice, every corner. Maybe it's also because Jesse isn't the same shithead he used to be. Maybe it's also because he's got a far more pressing matter on his mind to worry about feeling inadequate and out of place in a place so full of knowledge that's far beyond his academic abilities. ]

Yo. [ He calls this out tentatively, more hushed than out loud. ] Gansey. You in here, man?

☲ closed to Jamie | Jamie's cabin

[ It's late. Dusk has long since settled over Monmouth and the farms. Fireflies and glowing bugs buzz around lazily in the night air, and magical strange trees that emit a low, ethereal glow light the pathway towards Jamie's cabin as Jesse heads down towards it.

The soft glow of homely lights flicking from the windows of the cabin illuminate the front porch, and Jesse, clutching a large pizza in one hand and a six-pack of beer in his other hand, juggles them both so he can lift his hand to the wooden door to knock on it. ]

☲ closed to Shepard | Alleyway outside the aquarium

[ Ugh, thank Christ, thinks Jesse as the staff side door leading out into the alleyway bangs shut behind him. He's dying for a smoke. Shepard has been riding his ass all goddamn morning, and though he's not supposed to be sneaking a smoke break in right now, he's sneaking one in, anyway. Just a five-minute break. Then he'll get back to it.

He plops down on a short stack of crates, pursing a cigarette between his lips. Flicking his lighter aflame, he lights the tip, and he draws in a deep, grateful lungful of smoke with his shoulders sagging in relief. God, Shepard, man. She's like a freakin' Nazi. This job - cleaning out aquariums, tending to fish - is hardly meth superlab material, but Shepard constantly pounding his ass about getting things done, that he hasn't done this job properly, hasn't finished that job yet, makes him miss Mr. White a little.

A lot, actually. In fact, Jesse feels immense guilt that he's left Mr. White back at home, after Mr. White had saved his life. He knows somewhere deep down that he shouldn't miss Mr. White. The guy is a giant dick. But after everything he and Mr. White have been through together… Well, it's written all over Jesse's face, really: the dark bags under his eyes, his shaved head, the haunted look in Jesse's expression that follows him wherever he goes. Jesse is definitely a lot different to how Shepard knew him when they'd first met, all those months ago on the Moira. There seems to be a piece of Jesse missing now. Like a piece of him died along with what happened when he was sent back home.

Whatever, though. He brings his cigarette back up to his lips for another drag while rolling his skinny, aching shoulders, completely unaware that Shepard is hunting him down and is about to find him slacking off out here in the alleyway behind the aquarium. ]

☲ closed to Daisy | Text » Daisy's apartment

Hey I'm in R5
You around? Wanna meet up?

☲ closed to Carl | Text » St. Monmouth

[ It probably seems a little out of nowhere, Jesse messaging Carl. The kid often crosses Jesse's mind, though, even more so since Ellie arrived. Jesse knows very little about Carl's life back in his world, but he knows the kid has gone through… well. Maybe somewhat similar stuff to Ellie, if the little hints Carl has dropped here and there and the way he behaves is anything to go by. ]

Carl wassup
It's Jesse

☲ closed to Matthew | Cont'd from TDM

[ God, this kid… There seems something entirely magical about him, too. His laughter, his infectious happiness… Such a stark contrast to Ronan. Jesse can't help turning his head from the magical view to gaze at the kid, enthralled, uplifted. He's found himself almost completely forgetting about his own problems because of this kid.

Knowing Ronan's past, though, or the things Ronan has told him, at least - Jesse's heart does a small aching twist again at the kid mentioning 'the place we used to live'. ]

Yeah? [ His mouth twists into a warm little smile. ] Your brother's really something. Never met anyone like him. [ He thinks about that for just a second, then adds: ] Don't think anyone's met anyone like Ronan. He's told me a lot about… y'know. Who he is. The things he can do.

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[nohalfway]

[ They all start out the same, and they all have the same end-result. But that doesn't seem to make dealing with them any easier. It always begins with Ellie being stuck in the decaying remains of a restaurant, crawling with minimal success because it feels like she's made completely of stone. That clever is so fucking far away, her stomach is in knots while the rest of her is bruised, battered, and bleeding. Something in her mind tells her that Joel is wasting away in that basement and definitely dead. A sense of dread fills her just as fear consumes her. ]

[ And then, another weight. Heavier, stiff, as she's framed by the legs of her assailant. David pins her to the ground, pulls her head back by her ponytail enough to make her neck strain. His foul breath puffs along her ear as he laughs like the maniacal piece of shit that he is and he reaches for that clever himself. ]

[ In her dream, she doesn't reach it. David wins. She hears the clink of an unlatched belt while the cold steel of the blade touches her neck and it's then that she violently sits up and thrashes. ]

Don't touch me! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!

[ The smack to Jesse's face is definitely not intended, nor is the protesting when he grabs her arm and tries to bring her back to her senses here. But this has been a nightly thing. Experiencing this over and over again, her mind making up scenarios because she was so close to getting fucking killed and it's her fault that Joel is wasting away in that empty house. Alone and cold. ]

[ Ellie screams loud enough to strain her throat, her voice cracks and the dream has been vivid enough this time that she can still feel David on top of her. She's been pretty good about holding back tears, not letting Jesse see anything more than bitter and defensive rage. This time, it's fear. Crippling fear that forces hot, thick tears to pool in her eyes and stream down her face as she yanks her arm from Jesse and protectively clutches her hands against either side of her head. She crouches forward, curling her fingers into her hair and shaking. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse shrinks away from her momentarily, at the force with which she wrenches her hands free. Shit. Shit, this poor kid. He throws a wild glance behind him, and he stretches out towards the bedside lamp next to his mattress. He switches it on; soft, low light floods the room.

He turns back to her. The sight he's met with - Ellie huddled in on herself, shaking, crying, terrified - makes his chest twist tight for her. ]

Ellie. Ellie, c'mon, hey. [ Shuffling towards her on his haunches, careful to approach while reaching his hands out just as carefully to her. He talks softly, worry tight in his throat. ] It's me. It's Jesse. It was just a nightmare. Nobody's gonna hurt you, okay?

[nohalfway]

[ Slowly but surely, Ellie's awareness comes to her. Just as Jesse turns on the light, it starts to come back. All of it. But calm doesn't come as easy, and Ellie is stuck in a frightful fit of anxiety, fear, and trauma. Everything feels so fucking real in every single dream, and it's as if she'll never escape it. This is going to follow her for the rest of her fucking life. Everything she's seen and done... As if it's all flooded in her mind and threatens to choke her. ]

[ Jesse approaches her, and Ellie doesn't strike him this time. Nor does she protest. But she keeps herself balled up, knuckles white as she clutches her hair and sobs into her knees. ]

Fuck--

[ When is this going to fucking stop? ]

[morethan084]

[Daisy had just gotten back from the local gym and is tossing her bag onto the floor when her TAB goes off. Kneeling down to grab it from the bag, Daisy's surprised to see that it's Jesse. They had been talking on and off, but nothing constant.]

Hey. Uh, sure. I actually just got back from the gym. Give me 15 minutes?

Could meet at my place, depending on where you are.

[Daisy added her address to the end of that text message and took her TAB into the bathroom with her just in case she heard it go off while in the shower.]

[heisenbitch]

At Xavier's
If its a bad time tho I can check in later

[ Her "uh sure" makes him uncertain this is a good time. ]

[morethan084]

[She's just about to get in the shower when an alert goes off again.]

Really? When did you start going there?

Now is totally fine, just need to make myself less disgusting first.

[dreamkid]

[ If only Jesse knew. He's right on the money, of course; Matthew is exactly as magical as the rest of this place. Or maybe just a bit more, since he is a living, breathing person.

He bobs his curly head in a nod. ]

Yeah. [ His feet swing gently in the air. ] He told me a lot of people here know about it. Back home it's more like a secret.

[ If Jesse knows, he must be Good People, so Matthew doesn't see any harm in saying more. ]

Our dad could do it, too, before he died. [ His voice gets quiet on the last few words, but there's no grief in the way he speaks about their father. When Niall was killed, the perfection and safety of his life at the Barns was shattered. Matthew lost his father and his mother and his home all at once. But it's been well over a year, and he doesn't cling to bad feelings. ]

I didn't know about him or Ronan until this last summer though.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse's warm little smile fades at how the kid's tone grows quiet at the mention of his father dying. It's something Ronan has only mentioned to Jesse once. Jesse gets the distinct feeling it's something Ronan doesn't like talking about, and so he's never pressed the matter. ]

Wow. [ A small sympathetic quirk of his lips while likewise idly swinging his legs slightly. ] That must've been a helluva lot to take in.

[ Jesse isn't going to press the matter with Matthew, either. Kids don't deserve to be reminded of pain and sadness. But he'll listen if that's what Matthew wants. ]

[dreamkid]

[ Again, Matthew is quick to leave the bad feelings behind. He laughs, clear and pleasant, because Jesse is not wrong. Matthew spent a large part of that wild day drugged and locked in the trunk of a car, saw monsters when he finally came to and got out, and then Ronan told him their family's impossible secrets--what their dad could do, where their mother came from. And then tied the whole evening together by bringing her to a magic forest where she woke up for the first time in a year.

Matthew will never forget what it felt like to have her back again, and Ronan is the one who made it happen. ]

Yeah, it was a lot, [ he admits. ] But, I don't know. Everything made sense when he told me.

[ Somehow, impossibly. Matthew never even thought to question any part of it. ]

[carltoaction]

[It is a little out of no where, true. But seeing how Jesse was the last time he saw him, he doesn't feel it's all too strange for the guy to be reaching out to him nor it is strange enough not to warrant a reply.]

nothing much. what's up with you?

[heisenbitch]

Also nothing much
Got a question for u tho. Know how to skate?

[carltoaction]

depends. u mean roller skate or skate board?

[son_of_a_dreamer]

[Declan is livid. He's moving through the house with one sole purpose and not even Ronan himself would be able to stop him. He knew things were not perfect here, not by a long shot and that he couldn't live in the joy of just seeing his brothers safe and sound forever. He knew, but he didn't think it would be any of this.

Leaving the conversation with Adam, the anger inside Declan builds. It twists in his stomach and reminds him of how he felt when Niall Lynch told his asshole buyers that he had a Greywaren. Their father fucked all of them over in one fell swoop and put Ronan's life in danger. Declan had never been so angry in his life. He got horribly drunk that night and beat the shit out of the inside of a barn. Right now he's going to beat the shit out of Jesse. It'll feel feel even better.

He doesn't knock, because this piece of shit doesn't deserve to be here at Monmouth at all, let alone deserve his privacy. As far as Declan is concerned, he should have lost any rights to anything involving Ronan once he got his brother high.

He grabs at the handles and swings the large metal door open, his eyes doing a quick scan of the room before spotting Jesse in bed. There isn't a moment's hesitation before he strides over and reaches down to yank Jesse up by his shirt and tosses him against the nearest wall as hard as possible]

You lying sack of shit. You looked me in the eye and talked to me about fucking facts? Telling me we're on the same side? [His fist is still curled into Jesse's shirt as he yanks him away from the wall and slams him against it once again]

How worried were you when you were getting my brother high?!

[heisenbitch]

[ One second, Jesse is sound asleep. The door rolling open stirs him from sleep but he obviously assumes it must be Ellie because he doesn't open his eyes to check who it is.

The next second, he's being suddenly dragged out of bed by strong hands.

Jesse jolts wide awake with eyes snapping open wide, instantly struggling in Declan's grasp and so fucking confused about what's happening. ]

Lemme go, bitch! What the fuck, yo?!

[ The force with which he's slammed up against the wall very nearly winds the shit out of him. He wheezes and stares in bewilderment at Declan, face also twisting up in rage because he is suddenly scared shitless. Declan is so much bigger than him. So much stronger. Jesse hasn't got a chance. And of course, his face pales at what Declan blasts him with. ]

Wh--?!

[ He lets out another winded wheeze at Declan slamming him back against the wall a second time. ]

I didn't-- [ A brief wheezing cough. ] I didn't get him high! What the fuck?! Lemme go, you piece of--!

[ In a blind panic, he throws a wild kick at Declan's knee and starts just as blindly trying to scram at Declan's face with his fingers to try and escape. Panic is rising in his chest. That asshole Schrader had done such a similar thing to Jesse back at home - barged right into his place, with rage as furious as Declan's. Jesse had thought he was going to die. He thinks he's going to die right now. ]

[son_of_a_dreamer]

[Declan isn't interested in more lies. Adam told him what had been going on and that's the only thing that matters. None of the bullshit coming out of Jesse's mouth.]

You're going to lie to me some more? I know what you did with him.

[Declan growls out, his voice low. Jesse starts to kick at him, but Declan's had plenty of practice with dodging out of the way and Jesse's hands flying at him give him a chance to grab one of his wrists, yanking his arm down as he lets a punch fly. His fist slams it into Jesse's face and he gears up for another one, giving the smaller man a shake]

You didn't do drugs with Ronan?! Lie to me again and I will make sure to break your nose right off your face.

[disentombs]

[Gansey, as he has been since he's learned of Ronan and the demon, is busy reading away, any book he can find in the library about the occult. He was quickly running out of material but for now, he was jotting down notes on anything that could potentially be useful.

He's been switching spots frequently, but a spot on one of the window sills is where he's currently residing. The library is quiet, so it's easy to hear even the loud whisper. It sounds like Jesse but...what could he want with Gansey?

In his normal voice:]

Over here.

[heisenbitch]

[ Following the sound of Gansey's voice, Jesse peers around a bookcase, and spots him. ]

Oh. Hey, man. There you are. [ Jesse steps fully into view and takes a few strolling steps forward. ] Been looking around for you.

[ He rubs the back of his neck, then pushes his hands into his jeans pockets. ]

...You got a minute? 'Cause I kinda wanna talk to you about something.

[disentombs]

[He closes his book and accompanying notebook and sets it aside as he swings his legs down so he's sitting on the window sill facing Jesse and the rest of the library. Why in the world would Jesse be looking around for him?]

I do. What's going on?

AYYYY

[squadgoals]

[A shadow looms behind him, like a shark in the water underneath a careless, seal-looking surfer.

This one was just a seal.]

Jesse.

[Her tone is almost pleasant. Deceptively so, actually.]

Having a nice smoke break?

AAAAYYYYYYYY :D :D

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse freezes with the cigarette about to be pursed between his lips for another drag. His eyes widen.

He very slowly turns his head and looks up behind him. Oh, shit. ]

Uh. Yeah?

[squadgoals]

[With great delicacy, Shepard reaches out, and plucks the cigarette from between Jesse's lips

and crushes it in her fist, delicate plumes of smoke rising from between her fingers.]

Jesse.

[The fist turns, and lets the extinguished, crumpled remains of the cigarette drop out, into a trash can. No littering!]

You don't get smoke breaks.

In fact, we had this exact conversation last week.

closed ro kurt!

[heisenbitch]

[ The pool is too small for Jesse, really.

A funny thing, considering how small and skinny a guy Jesse is - all 5'8" with a tweaker metabolism. But for a guy with weird mutant swimming abilities, who can swim as fast as a dolphin swimming at top speed, a swimming pool is really not fit for him.

Not that Jesse doesn't have control over his abilities. He finds himself being tugged towards those abilities when in water, though, and there are times where he just can't be assed mustering the energy to keep it in check.

So, there Jesse is, in the Monmouth pool: doing laps and swimming around the edges of the pool at top speed; roughly twenty, maybe even settling close to thirty miles per hour. The pool is turning into a giant whirlpool because of his relentless swimming around and around in circles, mostly underwater. In fact, he's been under water for... Well, who knows. A long time. Longer than ten minutes, that's for sure.

But, beginning to reach a point of exhaustion, Jesse breaches out of the water like a dolphin and lands with his webbed hands wetly splatting on the edge of the pool. There are long breathing gills slitted into the sides of his ribs, and gills on the sides of his neck, which are opening and closing with his heavy breath.

And his eyes. They're bright purple. Inhumanly bright purple.

He doesn't realise he's got an audience as he twists himself around and plops his ass with an exhausted slump on the edge of the pool. ]

(ooc: link to info about jesse's fish abilities!)

ahhh i am so excited!!!

[shadowblends]

[Kurt's gotten used to visiting St. Monmouth on a semi-regular basis, considering how many friends he's made here. His initial introduction had been to Adam, followed soon after by Ronan and Matthew; it's not exactly a surprise for him to be there, but taking into account how exceedingly large the farm is, the blue boy knows he hasn't met everyone that lives here.

The kitchen had been his first stop because he's been in that area multiple times and knows where some places lead from there. He searches for a good fifteen minutes, comes back to the kitchen and briefly takes in the silence of the building. Odd for sure, though this isn't the only place he has to explore.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he starts back outside and as he begins to head off, the faint sound of shifting water catches his attention. Kurt blinks, pivots on the ball of his foot and is moving toward the noise before he can stop himself, curiosity piqued and completely in control now. From his last visit, he knows that there are pools and other sources of water, some of which are outside. Maybe someone was swimming?

There's not a chance he's expecting the sight of Jesse lapping the pool at a speed that is in no way human-like at all. He stares at the man(?) that surfaces from the water, mouth agape and his own inhuman eyes widened in bewilderment. Never in his life has he seen someone like this - mutant or otherwise and he suddenly has a million questions: Are his hands webbed? Why are his eyes purple of all colors? Does he have ... gills? Except, his mouth has gone as dry as the Sahara; what an insanely fantastic mutation to witness!

The plastic container of cookies in his hands drops to the cement and even that's not enough to draw him out of his stupor.

He might need a few seconds to reboot here.]

YAAASSSS

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse sure hears that plastic container landing with a heavy thunk on the ground. He whips his head around to look in its direction...

...And finds himself... staring... at the blue thing...

Staring. Just staring, with wide, bright purple eyes.

Two mutants staring at each other. Amazement on Kurt's part, perhaps, but mystified bewilderment on Jesse's part.

After several beats of staring silence, Jesse absently greets: ]

.........Yo...

closed to andyr!

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse approaches Andyr's room quietly. His friend has been back a couple of days now; Jesse has been wanting to see him, to check up on him, see if he's okay, but given how Andyr has been... Jesse suspects giving Andyr space is probably the best approach. He can only hope in giving Andyr space that Andyr doesn't run away again.

Reaching the door, he knocks carefully, quietly, a rap of his knuckles against the door. Then, after waiting a beat, he grasps the door handle and slowly rolls the door open just enough to peek his head through. Just to check up on him. He'll leave Andyr be if he's asleep.

But seeing Andyr there awake...

The bruise on Jesse's face by his jaw where Andyr had punched him in a panic when he'd tried to trick Andyr into going into medbay is a dark but gradually fading purple, with a yellow tinge around the edges. Jesse's fault, really; he should have contacted Alva instead of tried to take Andyr to a place he knew would cause Andyr distress. He'd just been so panicked himself, at the horrific state Andyr had been in and the blood-curdling horror he'd witnessed at the cage match fight, that medbay had been the first thing to enter his mind.

Jesse chews on his bottom lip in brief deliberation while studying Andyr from the doorway, then quietly says: ]

Hey, man.