night out in a new town // Jackson

[Warren Keith Ellsworth]

The night was young still, but it felt like it was late to him after him and his hunting mentor had hunted down a pack of skin walkers with plans of turning more people into one of them in this small town outside  of Beacon Hills, California. He didn’t know much about this town, but they were here to crash for the night. He had a few cuts and bruises from a scuffle with a few of the skin walkers, but luckily, he wasn’t bitten. It would have been bad news for him if he had been. He was sure  his buddy would have killed him if he was bitten and he didn’t want to die this early in the game sure he knew this was dangerous, but still he had a hell of a lot more to learn and he was keen on learning it and fast.

He was a quick learner and has held his own thus far. They had parked somewhere in town and went their separate ways and would meet up later. Later meaning in the morning since his bud probably was trying to pick up a woman to nurse his wounds and play nurse, but that was something Warren so did not want to think about. Warren said bye to his friend and went on his merry way walking down the street taking in all the various places on the streets of this town. He didn’t mind walking alone he could handle himself… he had his duffle with him of course with various things that could help him out in a pinch.

He was unaware that this town was becoming infested with all sorts of ‘supernatural beings’ the things most people would think didn’t exist! Hell, he didn’t believe it at first, but things changed after that camping trip. It was something he didn’t want to relieve ever again. He didn’t like being a helpless victim and that is why he wanted to be trained to help people like his friend. Being a victim sucks.  It is one reason Warren pushes himself so hard and trains as often as he can. When he has free time he is always in the gym or taking a run to stay fit… He wondered if this town had a gym.

He would have to ask someone if anyone knew where one is in town. He also needed to find a place to stay tonight.  He found a local bar, his bag slung over his shoulder and headed into the bar, he walked threw the doors taking in his surroundings. People playing pool in one corner, darts in another, jukebox playing music with people dancing about. It made him grin to himself. It was nice to see that people still dance in some bars. He ran his fingers threw his hair and headed up to the bar, placing his bag  in front of the stool he was going to sit on, before slipping on to it. He tapped on the tabletop to call the bartender over…

Once the Bartender was over he had asked for a beer and turned on his seat looking the bar over once again,  grabbing the beer he sipped it and let his thoughts run wild a little, before turning to the person on one of the stools pretty close to him.  “Excuse me. I don’t mean to be rude or intrude in your night especially if you are one who just wants to be alone. I just wondered if you might know of a decent hotel or motel within this area?"He had asked politely. He knew being a brood and bull headed might not get him anywhere so he went the polite route. “I am new in town and don’t really know much about this place.” He said truthfully, with a warm and friendly smile.

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I, I can't get these memories out of my mind,
And some kind of madness has started to evolve.

Jackson brushed a hand through his hair before gelling it like he normally did, slipping on a plaid shirt and buttoning it up over the under armor t-shirt he’d put underneath it. He slipped a pair of sneakers on and eyed himself in the mirror, nodding shortly and grabbing his keys, pocketing them on his way out of his room. He didn’t bother with a jacket, instead heading straight downstairs and out of the house, not bothering to tell his parents where he was going, not like they had any sort of obligation to care. He shook his head once more before slipping into his car, starting it up and backing down the driveway, turning onto the road that lead into town. He parked on the outskirts of the main part of town, locking his car and striding down the sidewalks, looking around casually, smelling everything around him.

Sometimes the enhanced senses were a curse, but then again, if he just played ignorant, then most times he tended not to suffer so much. The junior stepped into the local bar, figuring there wasn’t any harm in just hanging out, and besides, they had good food there anyhow. He knew nearly everyone at the bar, and they knew him too, so getting a drink was a big no, not like he wanted one anyways. Jackson knew that if he started bad habits, then they’d come back and bite him in the ass later on, especially as far as sports were concerned. He let out a breath and focused on not smelling the alcohol that literally drowned him in the room, instead focusing on the scent of the amazing fries they served, even as he smiled at the bartender and gave his usual order. A coke with fries.

His order didn’t take long, only long enough for him to settle comfortably onto a barstool and pick up the game playing on the TV in front of him on the wall. It was a professional baseball game, and he shrugged lightly, not really caring for the game but watching it nonetheless as he waited. When his fries came, he took a long swig of his coke before starting in on the greasy, tasty snack he’d gotten. Due to the level of awesomeness of the fries, they didn’t linger on his plate long, and he grinned crookedly, telling the bartender to give his compliments to the cook, as always.

Jackson still lingered a while after he’d finished eating, sipping his soda as he watched the game wrap up, and a new game, professional Lacrosse this time, come on. He grinned wider and settled in more comfortably, hands wrapped loosely around his glass, nodding to himself as he noted the teams playing. Not bad. They’d provide a bit of a challenge for each other, and that meant he wasn’t going to worry about getting too bored by hanging around. He finished his first soda and asked for a second, starting in on that one just as he felt the air move as another customer sat down at the bar beside him, setting his bags down. The werewolf frowned faintly, raising a brow even as he identified the man as a hunter. The telltale hint of leather and steel, along with faint hints of other such weapons gave him away.

He didn’t say or do anything else however, instead just finished up his coke and paid his bill, getting ready to leave until the hunter turned towards him. “Excuse me. I don’t mean to be rude or intrude in your night especially if you are one who just wants to be alone. I just wondered if you might know of a decent hotel or motel within this area?" The man asked, and Jackson swiveled around on his barstool, crossing his arms easily across his chest, giving a casual smirk. ”Sure, we got a place for you to stay here. I can show you were, town’s small enough you don’t have to go far.” He said easily, his brow still raised ever so slightly as he inwardly chuckled. “I am new in town and don’t really know much about this place.” The man added, and this time the teen did chuckle out loud. ”That’s not so hard to tell. You look more than a little out of place here.” He said, almost forgetting himself and adding in a snippy comment, though he badly wanted to, he didn’t, for the sake of playing nice by the rules for once.

NOTES :: Sorry it's a bit awkward xD I'm still gettin' used to my boy. <3
MUSIC :: Muse - Madness
WORDS :: 753
TAGS :: Warren; OPEN;

I, I tried so hard to let you go,
But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah

I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you mean.

[Warren Keith Ellsworth]

Warren did not think the bar he was in did not seem too bad it seemed very clean for a bar, but he imagined it was because they sold food here as well and they did not want to be closed down for such an infraction. The food did smell delicious perhaps he would come back here later for dinner. He did not plan on meeting his friend until morning so they could be on their merry way onto the next case. He himself isn’t an all mighty hunter, but the way he sees things if they hurt people they need to be put down. if they don’t then they deserve the chance to live until the day they go rabid then they’d need putting down, but his bud Harkin doesn’t think like that which makes learning the job a little bit harder for him… So there he sat drinking his thoughts away until he asked the gentlemen on the stool beside him if he knew of a decent place to stay in this town.

He just hoped none of them rabid skin walkers made it out of the town they were in and landed in this sweet places doorstep. Everyone he passed on his way to this bar seemed friendly and nice, but there were things he didn’t know about this town that danger is just below the surface. He wasn’t aware the boy beside him held a hidden secret and could possibly be one of the dangers in this city. He did not know the boy could possibly know what he does either. Warren had never met a werewolf before… he heard stories from his friend they existed, but his buddy thought they were extinct which is why Warren wouldn’t think anything of it…and even if the boy did show signs of being one Warren probably wouldn’t recognize the signs if they bit him in the ass.

The boy turned in his chair a smirk on his face answering his questions about a place to stay in this town. Warren sipped his beer as he listened to the young lad. Telling him that this was a small town and that they have a place for him to stay and that he could show him where it is. Warren thought that was awfully nice of the young man and he was thinking perhaps helpfulness and manors weren’t dead after all. “That is awfully kind of you Youngman.” he settled for calling him since he didn’t really know his name so didn’t want to call him boy or something. He had told him he was new around here and he could tell saying he looked a little out of place. Warren looked over what he is wearing the looked over what Jackson was wearing.

“I suppose I do look out of sorts… The town does seem rather nice and thank you for helping me out. I hope by you showing me where this place is I am not imposing on your evening too much. My name is Warren.” Warren paid for his beer, leaving a decent tip for the woman who looked exhausted like she had been there all day. Hopefully the young lad would say what his name is as well so he doesn‘t have to keep calling him Youngman. “Anything exciting to do in this town while I am passing threw?" He usually tried to see the local attractions if he could when they went threw cities and towns. He doesn’t know much about this town and doesn’t know that the local spot here that seemed to be popular is lacrosse. Warren picked up his dufflebag and would let the young gentlemen lead the way it was really nice that he was being so nice and helping a stranger out. Most young people today probably would have blew him off and told him to find it himself.


Tags: Jackson
Location: Beacon Hills, Ca
Notes: No worries I am still doing the same with this character too. I think there are possibly pics of these two together since they are both in Arrow. Also is it possible could you to change the color of the darker blue text? I can’t read it. I had to highlight the post to read the post. They just seem to blend in the colors. Thank you <3 If mine is hard to read let me know too and I'd be happy to change it. I know colors tend to show up as different colors on everyone's computers.

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I, I can't get these memories out of my mind,
And some kind of madness has started to evolve.

Jackson smirked to himself as he looked around the bar, wondering what reason each and every one of the patrons at the bar had for being there. After all, everyone’s reason was different, so he wondered just how different each of them were, or if they were all the same. Some people were regulars, but there was a reasonable number that weren’t, that were relatively new to town, or completely new, being the first few supernatural stragglers to make their way into town, raring for the chance to watch a big ‘ole territory smackdown get going between the Alpha pack and Derek’s pack. He didn’t understand the appeal of it all, but since he supposed he was part of Derek’s pack, having been bitten and changed through him, well, then he should probably worry about the Alpha pack. But really, he was more worried about getting Lydia back, and finding out why his eyes when he wolfed eye were the full bright blue of a born Beta instead of the yellow of a bitten Beta.

The were heard and scented a hunter as he sat down in the seat near his own, and he turned after a moment to answer the hunter’s questions of a nice hotel or place to stay around. He wasn’t about to rave on how awesome the place was, it was quaint he supposed, but nothing could hold a flame to the bonfire that was home sweet home. But hey, wasn’t like this guy probably had a choice, so whatever. “That is awfully kind of you Youngman.” The man said, and Jackson snorted, covering it behind a slight cough before he nodded and attempted to look modest, though by the smirk that was threatening to pull his lips up, he knew it wasn’t exactly working. But hey, who was this guy, eighteenth century reincarnate? ”Don’t mention it, man. It’s nothing really, the place isn’t that far from here anyhow, and it’s on my way home.” He didn’t add that he wasn’t planning on going home right away.

Because it wasn’t like it was the guy’s business to know or anything. “I suppose I do look out of sorts… The town does seem rather nice and thank you for helping me out. I hope by you showing me where this place is I am not imposing on your evening too much. My name is Warren.” Warren said as he paid for his beer, leaving a tip for the waitress Jackson had had as well, and Jackson chuckled faintly. ”Like I said, don’t mention it. And besides, not many people have much of any evening in Beacon Hills, so it’s no biggie. Nice to meet you, Warren, name’s Jackson.” He said, shrugging a shoulder even as he stood and stretched faintly, feeling the fading soreness in his muscles twinge. “Anything exciting to do in this town while I am passing through?" The hunter asked, and Jackson almost said; Sure, we got a big showdown building, but I bet you already know about that. Instead he chuckled and shook his head slightly. ”Nothing much happens in Beacon Hills, though I’m required to say, if you have the chance, drop in to watch a Lacrosse game at the high school nearby, we always appreciate more spectators.” He said even as he looked towards the door, making sure the hunter was all ready before he started out for the door.

NOTES :: Hope this font color is better?
MUSIC :: Muse - Madness
WORDS :: 572
TAGS :: Warren; OPEN;

I, I tried so hard to let you go,
But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah

I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you mean.

[Warren Keith Ellsworth]

Jackson had told him not to mention it that it was on his way home. He hoped he wasn’t imposing on his evening and that he was ready to leave the bar. Warren didn’t want him to feel as if they had to leave now, but Jackson didn’t seem to have a problem with showing him now. He had noticed the slight snort that was covered up with a cough probably due to the young man comment, but hey he did not know what the boys name was just yet and it sounded proper and polite. It was still something from his family ties he was trying to shrug off, but some family habits and proper etiquette is hard to ditch. It was all he had known since he was a little boy so he is not up on the hipster slang and how teenagers talk, but if he hangs out with enough of them and doesn’t look like some sort of pedophile maybe just maybe he could learn their speak. Ensuring that he blends in more with those similar to his age instead of still looking as if he is some wealthy prick. He had left that life behind, but he wasn’t exactly going to share that with the boy who offered to show him the places to stay in town.

He had introduced himself to Jackson so they’d have proper names. This way he didn’t have to call him young man or something of the sorts once again seeing as it surely did throw him out of place. Jackson told him not to mention it again, but still he thought he had to thank him. He didn’t want to seem down right rude. He was raised better then that. Warren listened as Jackson had said that most people don’t have much of an evening in Beacon Hills. Warren nodded, “Pleasure to meet you too, Jackson.” He had replied after he mentioned his name. “Quiet town I take it then. If people don’t have much of an evening, but what I had seen of it on my way to this bar it seems like it’s a nice place to grow up.” He was sure Beacon Hills was a wonderful place to raise a family since it’s so small and surrounded by woods. He didn’t know of the dangers that lurk within its woods and didn’t know if they were here because his friend had another case here.

Warren just thought they were passing threw and he could enjoy the quietness instead of the loud hustle and bustle in the big city. Warren had also asked what there was to do in this town so he could hit up the local spots before he leaves town. He has a habit of taking pictures and stuff of all the places they go so he could remember them when he is old a senile and hell, this place maybe a place he could settle into when he is at that age. All the people he met on the street were so nice. He had his stuff and was ready to leave as Jackson told him about the Lacrosse game and how he should stop by the game. “I’ll be sure to do that.” Warren grinned and followed out the door of the bar. “Do you play?” he asked curiously. “ I never played that sport, but some say it’s similar to field hockey or am I totally wrong on that?” he asked. He isn’t all knowing on that subject and that is what he heard from friends so wanted to be sure it was like that or perhaps if it’s not like that Jackson would explain the game to him.

He surely wouldn’t mind going to see a game and thought that it could be fun and could also help him learn more about the game. Warren loved to play sports, but his mother didn’t want him playing anything dangerous like hockey, and football thinking he’d get hurt. So he himself basically bulked up by being in the gym. By the looks of him you’d think he would have played all the sports in school, but nope his mom wanted him to play the silly girly kind of sports. He was glad to be away from that nagging woman. He had followed Jackson out the door and to where ever the guy was going to lead him. “ Can I at least buy you a coffee or something on the way to this place as a thank you?” He didn’t know if the guy liked coffee or maybe tea or hot chocolate he just wanted to be nice since Jackson was helping him..



Notes: Much better. Thank you <3

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I, I can't get these memories out of my mind,
And some kind of madness has started to evolve.

Jackson couldn’t help but be amused by the man’s choice of polite term. He didn’t think he’d ever heard that used before, but hey, whatever made the guy happy. He wasn’t about to go around correcting him, especially since he didn’t much care for angry hunters on his ass. Though this guy must be pretty new to the business, if he hasn’t been asking around about who’s who and whatnot. Since the Argents know just about every supernatural that’s been hanging around town lately, the ones they haven’t killed yet anyways. He saw the older male nod, and he smirked faintly. “Pleasure to meet you too, Jackson.” Warren said after Jackson had mentioned his name. The werewolf nodded cordially, before grinning faintly. ”Right back attcha, man.” He returned easily.

“Quiet town I take it then. If people don’t have much of an evening, but what I had seen of it on my way to this bar it seems like it’s a nice place to grow up.” He said, and Jackson shrugged, not really having much of an opinion on that, given his childhood had been ruined by the realization that he wasn’t actually his parents’ kid. ”Yeah, it’s alright I guess. Kinda boring really.” He said, with a shrug once more but didn’t add anything more on the subject. Not like he would know from experience. Not like he was old enough to think back on his younger years with nostalgia. Warren gathered up his things and Jackson led the way out of the bar, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. “I’ll be sure to do that.” Warren grinned and followed him. “Do you play?” The hunter asked curiously, and the teen lifted a shoulder. ”Yeah, I’m co-captain of the team.” He said casually. “I never played that sport, but some say it’s similar to field hockey or am I totally wrong on that?” The man asked, and the teen smiled faintly for a moment. ”Yeah, it’s kinda like that. Only we use nets on the sticks and whatnot. It’s a lot more like football except you just use nets to carry the ball instead of your hands.” He explained.

Jackson shuffled his feet a bit as they walked, but he didn’t really add anything else, didn’t have anything else to say really, and as such all was quiet between the two for a few moments, something that the werewolf didn’t mind, especially since he could hear everything around them, more than making up for the verbal silence. “Can I at least buy you a coffee or something on the way to this place as a thank you?” He asked, and Jackson laughed, shaking his head. ”Seriously, dude, it’s all good. It’s no big deal really, I was headed this way anyhow.” He said easily, though inwardly he was hoping this would ease him up in the eyes of the hunter beside him, at least make it better once the man found out that he wasn’t what he seemed.

NOTES :: You're welcome. ^^
MUSIC :: Lithium - Evanescence
WORDS :: 505
TAGS :: Warren;

I, I tried so hard to let you go,
But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah

I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you mean.

[Warren Keith Ellsworth]

Warren had mentioned this place seeming to be a good place to grow up and raise a family. He had been sure that Jackson probably had a good childhood and Jackson had responded with that it was somewhat boring, but he had guessed it was all right. Warren did believe growing up somewhere quiet is good. He lived in the city and their was always one thing after another and traffic jams were killer. “Can’t be that bad. I defiantly think when and if I have a family someplace quiet and average like this would be a good place to settle in.” he said with a nod. He didn’t know anything about Jackson growing up nor did he know about his family issues and how he was adopted and raising a family was probably far from the young dudes mind. Warren may even change his mind if he learns about the terrors that lurk around in Beacon Hills.

Walking with Jackson, he had listened to what he had to say about his questions concerning lacrosse since he himself never really placed and asked about if what he had heard was true. Jackson explained how he is co captain and explained that the game was also a lot like football and you use nets instead of having to catch the ball. “That must be awesome being a captain even if you are a co-captain. I guess you get to boss them around a little and make them sweat.” Looking the dude over he did seem athletic and like he worked out a lot too which must help with the playing of the sport. He will defiantly check the game out before he blows out of town. It is different then going to an actual football game. “Do you know when you are playing an actual game next?” Warren asked as he continued to follow Jackson. “Do you all get to hit and tackle like in football?” He asked. He was asking all these questions since he didn’t really know anything about the game and it was nice to talk about something the person beside him enjoyed.

Warren thought it helped to get to know the young man beside him. Silence had filled the air as they walked quietly for a while before Warren asked if he could buy the guy some coffee. He wasn’t really looking to make enemies or anything so he wanted to be nice, but Jackson assured him that he was heading this way anyways. “Okay.” he said, “But if you change your mind let me know.” He stated. Jackson saying he was heading that way eased his mind a little. He didn’t want to drag the dude away from his life and make him go out of his way or anything… so he was relived Jackson was going this way. “No date tonight?” warren was sure a decent looking person such as himself would have a date especially with Jackson being lacrosse co captain he was sure the dude would have ladies lining up. He seemed as if he was bombarding the dude with questions, but hey, he wanted to make some conversation as he followed the guy to where ever this Hotel was. “You wouldn’t happen to know where there is a gym around here? He wasn’t sure if they had one or if he’d have to go to the next town over or something, but figured he’d ask. He was good with directions usually if Jackson told him where it was.

Notes: I can so imagine Warren running into him one night after this thread all wolfed out and be all ' Oh shit. He helped me find the hotel, and he seemed so nice please tell he me hasn't killed someone.' Since he wouldn't want to kill anything supernatural unless they have killed.

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I, I can't get these memories out of my mind,
And some kind of madness has started to evolve.

Jackson couldn’t help but wonder what would bring a hunter that seemed as clueless as this one did to a town like Beacon Hills. From all that he’d gotten off of observing the guy, either he was a very, very believable liar, which is next to impossible, or he honestly has no idea what kind of supernatural hub this town’s become. “Can’t be that bad. I definitely think when and if I have a family someplace quiet and average like this would be a good place to settle in.” Warren said with a nod, even as the teen couldn’t help but continue to contemplate just how long it would take for the guy’s oblivious bubble to burst. ”Sure, I guess it isn’t that bad if you’re just coming here for the first time. If you grew up here it’s different.” He returned easily, not really caring what the guy thought about the town but hey, whatever. Not everything in a conversation was going to end up being interesting.

As they walked, the older man seemed a pretty good listener as Jackson talked. Surprisingly, the teen didn’t often talk as much as he was currently. He was more of a casual comment sort of guy, the one who liked actions more than words, as he’d often been teased about from Lydia. “That must be awesome being a captain even if you are a co-captain. I guess you get to boss them around a little and make them sweat.” Warren commented, and Jackson smirked, shrugging a bit. ”Yeah, guess it’s nice.” He said noncommittally, since after becoming a werewolf he’d had less time on the field and more time spent trying to control his pulse and heart rate so he wouldn’t wolf out on the field in the middle of the game. After a pep talk from Stiles, god why did it have to have been Stiles, he’d learned that the key was to ratchet his tolerance level up. Whatever, so he’d done that, and he guessed it was getting better. Dumbass Stiles wasn’t going to get a thanks though. “Do you know when you are playing an actual game next?” Warren asked, “Do you all get to hit and tackle like in football?” He added, and Jackson shrugged. ”We got a game in a few days. Not supposed to, but we end up tackling and such anyways.”

The Lacrosse player was content with the silence as they walked, though with a guy like Warren he figured it wasn’t going to last too much longer, so he took what he could get. He was proven correct when the guy asked if he wanted a coffee or something, and the teen rubbed the back of his neck as he declined, not entirely sure if he’d ever been asked to coffee over something as simple as pointing out the nearest motel before. “Okay.” He said, “But if you change your mind let me know.” The hunter said and Jackson nodded politely, tucking that bit away for later, in case he ever needed to call that in for a favor. “No date tonight?” Warren asked finally, and Jackson snorted, smirking faintly as he shook his head. ”No. My…girlfriend may just kill me if I did.” He said, though his amused mood was dampened by the mention of Lydia. He knew that they were more like exes, but she’d said she still loved him, and he wanted to know if she held firm by that, because he loved her too, and it was about time he told her that. “You wouldn’t happen to know where there is a gym around here?” Warren asked after a bit and Jackson nodded. ”Sure, it’s actually down past where the bar was, it’s at the school, but it’s open to the public after school hours. And the motel is that long building up on the left.” He said, shrugging and grinning.

NOTES :: None. ^^
MUSIC :: Madness - Muse
WORDS :: 656
TAGS :: Warren;

I, I tried so hard to let you go,
But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah

I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you mean.

[Warren Keith Ellsworth]

Warren really didn’t have a clue about this town being a supernatural hub he thought he and his friend were just passing threw. Perhaps his bud went to put out some feelers and didn’t tell him the real reason they were here. It is possible. Warren was new to the game so perhaps this was his bud throwing him into things to see how he fairs who knows. As for right now, he just wants to find some place to crash since they had a hectic few days with skin walkers. Warren listened to the teen explain about how it was probably nice since he hadn’t grown up here. “I bet you are all ready to flee the nest as they say and be on your merry way out of this place then?” He was curious as to why for growing up here the place was so bad it seemed better then most cities.

He didn’t mind listening to the guy talk and listened as they began to talk about things such as lacrosse a game he has never ever played, but it was defiantly sounding like it was a blast to play. He had asked if it was fun to boss people around and be a co captain and he seemed to think it was nice. “I thought that you would. Most guys I have known who played a sport loved the power it gave them being the boss.” He could not blame the guy for liking being a co captain. He walked along with Jackson as he listened to when the next game was and that they weren’t supposed to tackle, but sometimes they did anyways. “Awesome I will try to make it to that game and that’s cool you all still tackle anyway. Has anyone ever got seriously hurt during the game?” It did seem as if it were a very dangerous sport.

Warren was one that liked to do nice things for others when they do nice things for him it isn’t every day that people tend to help other people out, but the young lad declined his offer for coffee so perhaps another time if they every ran into one another once again. Therefore, he asked Jackson if he had a hot date tonight. He assumed someone as good looking as him would have the ladies beating down his doors. Jackson snorted and said his girlfriend would kill him if he did. “Oh,” He replied at the mention of the girlfriend. “Yeah don’t think she’d be pleased if you had another date… but I really did figure you must have them ladies beating down the doors being a lacrosse captain and all. I am glad you found someone special.” Only way there wouldn’t be any issues is if there was an open relationship, if the dude had another date. He really was glad to see that the guy wasn’t like them stereo type sort of jock.

Warren asked him about the gym and he was given the instructions. Warren made a mental note to where the guy said it was. “Thank you again, Jackson.” He had said looking over at the building where the young man had said the motel was. It didn’t look too bad and him and his buddy really have been in worse places. Warren was glad he could go get some rest or at least he hoped that he could. “It really was a pleasure meeting you and I hope to run into you again sometime.” He said with a grin. “Good Night, Jackson. I hope you have a pleasant and fun evening.” He said as he waited to cross the street waiting for the traffic to go by.

Notes: thought maybe we could end it there, and do a thread of them meeting another time sometime down the line.. maybe when he is wolfy?

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I, I can't get these memories out of my mind,
And some kind of madness has started to evolve.

Jackson didn’t know what to fully make of this hunter who wasn’t a hunter. He didn’t smell too foully like death, so he hadn’t killed a lot in the past few weeks or so, and he didn’t smell all that strongly of the metal and gunpowder among other things that nearly all hunters smelled of. So either he was new, incredibly inexperienced, or both. “I bet you are all ready to flee the nest as they say and be on your merry way out of this place then?” He asked curiously, and Jackson lifted a shoulder and a half shrug. ”I guess it really isn’t all that bad, I just don’t really care to stay around here all that much longer. As soon as high school is done, I’m going wherever my pa-my friends go for college-wise, and that’s that.” He said after a moment, barely catching himself in time before he continued, not really worried about his future. He went where his pack went, even if he wasn’t all that close to any of them, he still counted them as pack.

“I thought that you would. Most guys I have known who played a sport loved the power it gave them being the boss.” Warren said as he walked alongside of the teen, asking when the next game was and such, and Jackson replied easily. ”It’s not so much the power anymore, it’s more like being able to use my skills to win and be better.” He said easily, shrugging faintly again, realizing he did that a lot but hey, it was either partial answers or he brought out the sarcasm and snark. “Awesome I will try to make it to that game and that’s cool you all still tackle anyway. Has anyone ever got seriously hurt during the game?” He asked, and Jackson went completely silent.

He didn’t say anything for the longest time, thinking of how he’d nearly killed himself, all the times that Scott or one of the other werewolves got hurt on the field, and healed in record time. After a moment he realized that the hunter was still expecting an answer, and he smiled faintly. ”Naw, not really. Last year we had one of the team sprain his ankle, but otherwise we’ve been pretty good.” He said easily. “Oh,” Warren replied, “Yeah don’t think she’d be pleased if you had another date… but I really did figure you must have those ladies beating down the doors being a lacrosse captain and all. I am glad you found someone special.” He asked him about the gym afterwards, and Jackson gave directions before stopping at the hotel. ”I am too, even though we have some differences and problems to work out, I’m determined not to let her go.”

“Thank you again, Jackson.” Warren said, looking at the motel, “It really was a pleasure meeting you and I hope to run into you again sometime.” He said with a grin, and Jackson nodded. “Good Night, Jackson. I hope you have a pleasant and fun evening.” Were the hunter’s parting words as he crossed the street after waiting for traffic. The werewolf turned to head home then, hands slipping into his pockets as he decided to detour and take a long walk through the woods first.

NOTES :: Sounds good to me. ^^
MUSIC :: Madness - Muse
WORDS :: 552
TAGS :: Warren;

I, I tried so hard to let you go,
But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah

I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you mean.