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Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Jenny jumped slightly as John seemed to come out of the shadows. She smiled and couldn't help but giggle as he bowed and acted like a gentleman. She was a tavern girl men didn't bow to her, and the only gifts they gave her were unsolicited smacks and pinches to the rear. Even the thought of a man being gentlemanly was foreign and almost ridiculous to her. Pfft! I'm no 'm'lady,' John. Jenny's good enough for the likes of me, she said gently, curtseying uncertainly at the low, dramatic bow before allowing him to help her set out the food. Thank you. I don't mind at all. I usually just eat in a back room anyway. I brought some mead this time, thought perhaps that'd suit you better than the rum. But ah...I'm afraid I only had enough hands for the basket and one mug. Jenny was not a tall girl. Though she was the middle child even her younger brother was taller than her and the tall stool came nearly to her ribs. She was used to a world that was too tall for her, however, and with only a little difficulty managed to pull herself up onto the stool and adjust her skirts around it. The only problem she had was scooting the stool close enough to the counter to be able to eat without looking ridiculous. Still she mostly managed, scooting the stool a little at a time until she was close enough to unpack the contents of the little picnic she had packed and begin dishing out the aromatic contents. Along with shepherd's pie she had nicked a few dinner rolls and some butter. Butter was a luxury Mr. Dolan couldn't afford to allow his daughter every night with her meal, so she thought it might make this night a little more special. Hmm? Jenny licked the remaining mashed potatoes from the fork she'd used to dish out dinner, using that as her own and giving John a clean one. Oh his ship don't leave til tomorrow. Last I saw he were so far in his drinks he'll have a Hell of a time of it in the morning. Oh um, I mean... Her freckles stood out again as she flushed in embarrassment at her slip of the tongue. I'm sorry. Working around sailors all day, sometimes things just slip out. Weren't very polite I'm sorry. She cleared her throat and avoided eye contact for a few moments before folding her hands together in her lap and bowing her head. Heavenly Father, we ask for Your blessing on this meal and on this day. We thank You for the food we are about to enjoy and for the company we keep, for the blessing that is every day of this life. We ask that You continue to send us these blessings from now until the end of days. In Jaysus name we pray. Amen. Jenny crossed herself and looked up, taking up her fork once more. It had been a simple prayer but an earnest one. After swallowing her first mouthful she looked back over to Jack in the dim lamplight. So how're those poppy tinctures comin'? she asked conversationally. Ma don't like the way poppies make her sleepy. She uses an Indian Pipe tincture instead. That's about all I know of...this sorta stuff. She gestured vaguely around them. You must be awful smart to understand all of it.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Once Jenny was seated, John made his way back around the counter and pulled up his own stool. Not very polite? he laughed. Don't worry - I'm not easily offended. Cheerfully, he took the fork and started to dig in. Heavenly Father, Jenny announced, making John look up in surprise, we ask for Your blessing on this meal and on this day. Religion. That was another thing he wasn't entirely certain about. Oh, he went to church of course. But faith? Well, no loving God had ever extended the arms of mercy about him. We thank You for the food we are about to enjoy and for the company we keep, for the blessing that is every day of this life. Still, he wasn't going to up and say anything about that. He wanted to make a good impression - needed to make a good impression - and was willing to keep his opinions unsaid. We ask that You continue to send us these blessings from now until the end of days. In Jaysus name we pray. Amen. Jenny crossed herself and looked up, and John did the same. Then finally satisfied that he'd done his duty, he took up his fork and dug in. So how're those poppy tinctures comin'? she asked conversationally. Hmmm? Mouth full of shephard's pie, he didn't dare answer. Ma don't like the way poppies make her sleepy. She uses an Indian Pipe tincture instead. That's about all I know of...this sorta stuff. She gestured vaguely around them. You must be awful smart to understand all of it. John swallowed. Well, he said, looking about conspiratorialy, don't tell anyone, but... I am. The last two words were delivered in a stage whisper, with a grin and a lifted eyebrow. I'm John Sparrow, after all. Laughing a little, he shook his head. It's not actually all that hard, not really. Well, I mean, if you've been studying it for years. You just have to love the plants, really. Like your mother's tobacco tincture - horrible stuff if you smoke it, but it's a purgative, an aid to digestion, and helps prevent colds and fevers. The sort of thing your mother should be drinking, really, unless she's got severe pains or has trouble sleeping. He took a sip from the mug. But... what about you? Helping run a tavern. You must have an excellent memory, and be able to do sums. Lots of people can't do sums, you know. He forked up another mouthfull of shepherd's pie. Lotta people probably think the world isn't fair, you being able to do all that.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Jenny laughed as he insisted that he was smart just on the fact that he was John Sparrow. Grace had thrown him off, she could tell that much, but she wasn't going to say anything. Not at this point. At the mention of tobacco she shook her head. It was a common misconception, one she didn't begrudge him. Not tobacco, she said gently, trying not to sound like she was correcting him despite that being exactly what she was doing. Indian Pipe. It's some sorta weed or sommat, grows in the colonies. There's a herbalist near the tavern as carries it and makes tinctures. Good for pain. Jenny took a few more bites of her dinner as he spoke, looking a little longingly at the mug but not taking a sip. Being a sort-of educated man she didn't know how he felt about sharing things like plates and cups. At his insistence that there were probably a lot of people who couldn't do what she did, she shrugged. I can only do sums coz I gotta help Da, she insisted. It's not like I can read or write or anything. Don't take much to learn sums, anyway. Not like it's hard stuff, two'n'two adding up to four. I'd rather learn about plants than sums, or how to read... Jenny turned her face toward the counter in embarrassment. It was unseemly for a girl to know how to read or even want to. But what's a girl need to read for, eh? 'Specially a girl like me.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Indian pipe..? John mused aloud, considering. I'm not familiar with that one. I'll have to look it up, later. Maybe you could show it to me? Ah... if you don't mind, that is, he added, realizing how assumptive that sounded. He took a sip from the mug, and tried to change the subject. But... what about you? Helping run a tavern. You must have an excellent memory, and be able to do sums. Lots of people can't do sums, you know. He forked up another mouthfull of shepherd's pie. Lotta people probably think the world isn't fair, you being able to do all that. I can only do sums coz I gotta help Da, she insisted. John cocked his head to one side, giving her a curious look. So? he asked. Don't really matter why you learned something, so long as you can . He took another bite. My ma used to tell me that. Only things that really matter is what you can do, and what you can't. It's not like I can read or write or anything. Don't take much to learn sums, anyway. Not like it's hard stuff, two'n'two adding up to four. I'd rather learn about plants than sums, or how to read... Jenny turned her face toward the counter in embarrassment. John grinned. Then learn, he said. I, uhm... I could, ah, teach you. He took another drink. But what's a girl need to read for, eh? 'Specially a girl like me. Oh, you'd be surprised, John answered, offering her the mug. Plants, for instance. There are all kinds of books about plants. His expression grew serious. And there's nothing wrong with a girl like you, Jenny. Nothing at all, and nothing at all wrong with a girl like you wanting to read.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Oh I dunno what it looks like, Jenny admitted with a shrug, tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear. Ma buys it in a tincture. I've never seen the actual plant. Jenny hid her face in the mug to take a long drink when John offered to teach her how to read. If she was guilty of sin it was pride. Sitting for long hours with John, struggling through long words and possibly making a fool of herself, the idea was horrifying. Still...the idea of sitting for long hours with John was more of a motivator than expected. When she finally finished her long drink she still looked at the counter, too embarrassed to look up at him. You wouldn't wanna waste your time on the likes of me, she replied quietly. My da can't read, neither could his da...seems kinda silly y'know? Jenny chuckled quietly. Besides, I gotta help at the pub and you're probably too busy...I mean why would someone like you...Coz y'know...I mean you work long hours anyway... The tavern master's daughter looked up but didn't meet his eyes, rubbing the back of her neck. I'm sorry...I'm talking too much. I'll stop. Jenny began to shovel food into her mouth in an unladylike manner to keep herself from botching this more than she already had.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Almost surprising himself, John reached across the counter and took Jenny's free hand. Her skin was slightly rough on the palm and fingers, hardened from work, but the contact still sent a thrill through him. But I like listening to you talk. And why wouldn't I want to spend time with the 'likes of you'? What man wouldn't want to spend time with a smart, pretty lass like you? He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, and he was certain his voice had caught on the word 'pretty'. Was he going too fast? He didn't know. All he knew was that, at this instant, he couldn't bear the thought of letting go. And so, acutely aware of his own breathing and the warmth of her hand, he looked dep into those amazing leaf-green eyes of hers. Because, because there are no other girls like you.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Jenny swallowed hard when John took her hand. She stared at their hands before looking up at him. His words took a few moments to register, but when they did she felt a heat rising in her face. He thought she was smart and pretty! She had to bite her lip to keep from grinning too widely. You're a sweet lad, John Sparrow, Jenny said at last, unsure of what else to say. She wasn't used to being sincerely complimented and didn't know how to respond, really. Her hand curled around his as she held his hand back. You can teach me how to read if you really wanna. I um...I don't get out of the tavern til at least nine, but I can come here on my breaks and such. She hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to John's cheek. Suddenly incredibly shy, she returned to shoveling food into her mouth to keep herself from further making a fool of herself. Still, she didn't let go of John's hand.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

John held his breath, waiting to see how Jenny would respond. She just looked startled at first, and then she was blushing and smiling and he was smiling back. You're a sweet lad, John Sparrow, Jenny said at last. He grinned wider. If you're telling me that, Jenny Dolan, it must be true. Her hand curled around his as she held his hand back. You can teach me how to read if you really wanna. I um...I don't get out of the tavern til at least nine, but I can come here on my breaks and such. Well, I can always... She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, lips soft and warm on his skin, and he entirely lost his train of thought. He just stared at her, grin threatening to split his face,a s she started eating again. ...always... ah... what was I saying? He shook his head. Can't be that important. Oh, I remember! I can always come by on my day off, or meet you after nine, or... Hell - sorry, Jenny, I'm a bit rude myself... His thoughts raced. And I've Thursday afternoons off, and Sunday after mass, and I'm babbling, aren't I? He laughed, and squeezed her hand gently. Then, unsure what else to say, he started eating again as well.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Jenny couldn't help but grin at John's reaction to her kiss. He seemed to like her and she liked him very much. After a few minutes of thinking she decided on a schedule. We can get together somewhere after church, she suggested. And maybe a day or two during the week, once we're both done working. She finished her shepherd's pie in relative quiet, not letting go of John's hand. She liked holding his hand. It was nice, uncomplicated, and sweet. Jenny had to let go to split her bread and butter it, but then she quietly returned her palm to his. No muss, no fuss, just quiet affection, which was what Jenny enjoyed. I um...I've really enjoyed spending time with you, John, she said quietly, looking over at him shyly. But I gotta get back to work. You can come see me there whenever you like...but it's getting late. Wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go home. Slowly Jenny slid down from the stool, gathering her things. I can't wait to start our reading lessons, John. She hesitated for a moment, debating internally, before leaning forward and pecking his lips gently before turning to hide her blush and wide grin. Goodnight, John, she called over her shoulder before disappearing into the street.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

It was a little thing, that kiss. Just a quick darting motion, a brief contact of lips. A tiny thing, really. But it still made his pulse pound and his blood tingle. And then Jenny was saying goodnight as she opened the door and stepped onto the twilight street of Dover. John was at the door in an instant. Good night, Jenny! he called, wishing he could walk her home rather than watch her leave. Only when she was out of sightdid he finally turn, reentering the shop. You're in rather earlier than I expected, lad, Master Christopher said, looking up from his violin. I'd rather thought you'd be gone half the night. Music was a nightly ritual in the Halliwell house. The Master and his youngest son played the violin, and his wife Mary the piano. The older children had grown up and moved out, which John suspected was the reason for the modestly paternal interest Master Christopher had in his two apprentices. That tradition was the reason Jacob had taken up the guitar, and half the reason for his own delight in the flute. It was just dinner, he answered. There must have been something in his voice, though, because Jacob sniggered and the Master and Mary exchanged knowing glances. Well, Christopher said, smiling a little, if you're in for the night, why don't you join us? Or would you rather go write poetry ? Jacob added. He and Ben, the Master's son, both laughed. John produced his hand-carved flute, and regarded the two young men fondly. They were the closest thing he had to brothers, and the first real friends he'd ever had. Well, after he'd hit Jacob for calling him 'whoreson' and blacked his eye, and gotten a split lip in return, and both of them had gotten a beating for not saying who'd struck first. Not until she can read it, he said, raising the instrument to his lips. Then, leaving them to wonder what he meant by that, he started into the first song that came to mind. It would be hours later when he remembered the name. An Irish tune it wad. 'Give me your hand.'
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

How was your supper? Michael Dolan watched the way his daughter walked as she came back behind the counter to put away her things and get back to work. Fine. Jenny was careful to avoid his gaze. She was afraid that if she looked at him he would know. He always knew these sorts of things. And that young man of yours? Did he keep his hands to himself? There it was. Her tired sigh did nothing to dissuade the tavern master from his line of questioning. It was just dinner, Da, she insisted, rolling her eyes but still not looking into his. No grandchild of yours is gonna be a bastard, I promise. 'Sides, I only just met him tonight. But he is your young man? Mr. Dolan poured a few more beers for the customers bellied up to the bar. I don't know! Jenny slipped on her apron, tying it at the small of her back. Well let's start with something you do know. How about a name? Why? So you can go askin' about town after him? I only do it for your own good, y'know. Name, Jennifer. He had always been stern, but fair. Jenny was his middle child and only daughter and he felt it his paternal duty to ask after her suitors, to see what respectable members of the community thought. John Sparrow, Jenny finally answered, reaching under the bar to grab her tray. He's apprenticed to the apothecary, Master Halliwell. Please don't scare him off, Da. The girl had ducked back under the counter to bring Mr. Gibbs yet another round of drinks and now turned to give her father an earnest look. He's really nice. He wants to teach me how to read. Please Da...just leave 'im alone.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

September 15, 1697 The minutes had crawled by, slowly aggregating into hours which collected into days. And now John Sparrow endured another interminable sermon, made simultaneously more and less bearable by thoughts of one Jenny Dolan. He'd replayed Thursday night a hundred times in his mind, a thousand times, trying to decide what she felt for him and what he felt about her. He was, after all, only seventeen. He had intended to stop by the Black Anchor as well. But Master Christopher had kept himself and Jacob busy from sunup to sundown with lessons and chores, and it had been all he could do to drag himself off to bed at night. But, finally, Sunday had arrived. And mercifully, Father Little was winding down. His departure from the church was probably a little more hasty than strictly necessary. But it had just drawn a knowing smile from Master Christopher and his wife. He hadn't seen Jenny at the service. But then, she lived on the opposite bank of the Dour, so she probably attended St. Mary's rather than St. Michael's. Unless... she was Irish. Was she a Papist? He didn't rightly care, but there were many in Dover who would. Finally, bundle of books under his arm, he found himself standing in front of the Black Anchor. Drawing a deep breath, he opened the door.
Thread: Living in the New world (DovaKittenxFrelance)

Jackson Aquil Markus stood glanced at the warlock that was standing a few feet away watching him. His lips curled up in a snarl even though no sounds came out. He knew the man was just doing his job but he was on edge since it had been over a week since he had last drank from a human and as much as he had been told what he had been able to buy human blood he could hardly stand the taste it. It tasted like human blood but it was like eating plain rice or any other bland food. It was much worse than eating those foods. His head snapped back forward faster than any normal human would be able to do as he heard his name being spoken by someone around the corner. Closing his eyes for a moment he tried to calm himself as he listened to the heard beats around him before opening his eyes and watching the corner that he was certain whoever had spoken his name would be coming around. He tried to relax but some habits from his human years never left him as he stood feet shoulder width apart back straight and he almost crossed his arms behind his back but stopped himself at the last moment and stuffed them into the pockets of the leather trench coat he was wearing over a pair of grey jeans and a black t-shirt. He had been told that he would be introduced to his guardian who would help him get used to living in this city that used to be his home. Things were different now though when he had last been hear he had been signing up to go and fight the monsters that he had now joined.
Thread: Living in the New world (DovaKittenxFrelance)

Jackson clenched his jaw as he realized that the girl who was lead into the room was supposed to be his guardian. As she stood there looking him over he did the same even as he tried to ignore the fact that she obviously had not showered. When she offered her hand to shake he waited a moment before reaching out and took her hand shaking it firmly. As they shook the sleeve of his coat pulled back giving her a glimpse of the edge of a tribal tattoo that circled his wrist and ran up his arm. When he let go of her hand and picked up the mug on the table and quitely draining it of its contents before setting it on the table and licking the rest of blood off his lips before asking. And you are? He wasn't going to confirm who he was since she should already know. He walked around he towards the door only to stop and lean against the door as he Warlock cleared his throat. He leaned against the door frame as he asked. How old are you 19? He was half expecting someone to come in and tell him there was a mistake and this girl was not his guardian. I don't see why I would be paired with someone as young as you. It does say I am over a hundred years old or did someone guess my age by my looks. He knew he should try to be nicer but the last thing he wanted to do was stay in Final Hope Center any longer than he need to. Not after he had already been waiting longer than he really needed to.
Thread: Living in the New world (DovaKittenxFrelance)

Just by the way he looked at her she knew he didn't think much of her. Not that she blamed him, she was the daughter of one of the most powerful Witches the world had ever seen, a naturally gifted Witch. But Helena was nothing more than a Wiccan and she was holding a grudge against the whole world for that. So, as they shook hands, she decided this Vampire didn't get to judge her. She caught a glimpse of a tribal tattoo that looked like it was the real deal, actually of a tribe and one that he'd earned but she couldn't see much of it and he was already pulling his hand away to return to his blood. Both of her eyebrows raised as she gave a nervous smile while watching him lick the blood from his lips, Jesus Christ, manners, she mumbled under her breath. She was about to tell him her name but he continued on and she watched as he walked over to lean against the door frame. When he was finally finished, You done, she asked, just in case. My name is Helena Blake. You were paired with me because the powers that be willed, not because of my or your age. But to answer your question, I'm twenty-one as of just a few weeks ago. I'm an Aquarius but I was born on a cusp so sometimes I can be a bit of a Capricorn. I had left over pizza and beer for breakfast and my favorite color is purple. Even the Warlock couldn't contain his amusement as he chuckled as quietly as he could, drawing Helena's attention, You can go, she told the Warlock. He stared blankly at her and then to Jackson and back at her, Goodbye, she chimed before he finally did leave. She walked over to a chair and pulled it out before she took a seat, setting her bag on the tabletop as she searched through it for something, So, do you wanna keep playing twenty questions or do you want to get out of here? She asked before she pulled out a tablet and pressed a button to bring it to life before she looked up at him.