THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 27, 2013 0:01:33 GMT
Theta followed Jack's lead, never far from his side. She took in all that grandeur that was everyday for him; her dark eyes full of wonder. She considered what it would have been like if she'd been born into this world. Things would have been much different.
She'd grown up in Chelsea, in a small, modest home with two loving parents and a slightly eccentric older brother. Actually, all of them had their quirks -- including Theta. She shared her brother's fondness for bad science fiction and old horror, and she found an unusual delight in fiddling with things; like cars. She was prone to excessive neatness, and was bothered with anything out of order. She loved the water, and more often than not, her walks brought her along the Hudson.
Theta allowed herself to think on all of those little things that made her her. Jack didn't know any of those things, and part of her wondered if he'd even care to know. It was a dangerous line of thought, and Theta soon turned from it; it was only getting harder and harder, and Theta resisted the urge to look at him -- knowing her eyes were likely to give her away.
She remembered the way his fingers had brushed her cheeks, they way they'd gently combed through her hair; of how she'd woken up, nestled against him, his arm around her. It was impossible to forget those things, or the ache of longing she felt. Perhaps it had been easier earlier . . . she'd had distractions to keep herself occupied, but now it was quiet, and they were alone in the lavish place Jack called home. Now there was nothing to keep her from those thoughts, those memories that so cruelly haunted her.
One distraction, however, was granted. When they stepped onto the final floor, Theta stopped in her tracks, her eyes on the large window that offered a view of New York Theta had never seen before. Even in the rain, there was something majestic in the tall towers; but something gloomy as well -- lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and she was absorbed.
A gentle hand urged her forward, and Theta turned her head, feeling her skin grow warm with longing. His touch always left her wanting more; she wanted him to pull her into his arms, but she knew it was impossible. Smiling slightly, Theta followed him again, allowing herself a final glance out the magnificent window.
Theta's attention was caught by a second window, and then the impressive collection of books. She longed to step closer to examine the titles, but she instead stood quietly near where Jack had halted; she was already burdening him, she didn't need to be overly curious too. So, offering him a smile of thanks, Theta turned and headed for the doors he'd pointed out for her, slipping inside; her heart beating just a little faster.
She took the moment of privacy to lean against the door lightly, closing her eyes, wondering what she was going to do with herself. She stayed like that a moment, before steeling herself. Jack was so calm and collected -- why couldn't she be like that? No, instead, Miss Theta Stone wore her emotions are her sleeve; her eyes a window to every thought.
Theta easily found a towel, and was grateful to be able to rub it through her hair. The long, thick tresses looked almost black, but when she was finished it no longer dripped. Theta ran her fingers through it, letting out a soft sigh as she eyed herself in the mirror. Distantly, she thought of her apartment, the strange calls, and worrying events . . . and she was a little happy she'd ended up here instead. Part of her wanted to be here, that old self that Theta thought she'd lost long ago. She wasn't sure what to make of that, so with a last glance at herself, Theta turned and returned to the bedroom.
Jack had disappeared, like he'd said he would, and Theta's eyes fell upon the beautiful silk gowns he'd laid out. She found herself smiling, despite the ache in her chest, and quickly, she chose one -- slipping it on. It was a relief to be dry again, but Theta was torn. She didn't want to linger by herself, but part of her was wary to return to Jack. The feelings stirring within her were dangerous and by no means new, but Theta didn't know how else to combat them but with distance.
Swallowing her fear, Theta opened the doors. She didn't see Jack, and at first she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She didn't want to touch anything, though being in his home was somewhat fascinating to her. Quietly, Theta approached the window, eyes following the little silver rivulets that flowed down the pain, racing each other. With each flash she was granted a startlingly bright glimpse of the city. When the forked strikes faded, though, it was as if all of New York was beneath her. And she couldn't help but smile softly.
Theta took her locket in her fingers again; but she never bothered to open it. The locket was empty. Once, there'd been a picture there, but it was long gone and a face Theta would do almost anything to forget.
As her thoughts began to wander again, Theta considered the pale silk gown she'd chosen from Jack's assortment. She wondered why he had it, and distantly began to think about it. The fact of him having . . . company over had a flame of jealousy rise in her eyes. But Jack wasn't like that. Still, the idea of another woman hanging onto Jack sent her into a sudden mood of envy. Envy she had no right to and couldn't begin to explain.
Why should she be jealous if Jack was happy with a woman? It wasn't as if she could ever be with him . . . Theta bit her lip in silent dismay, feeling selfish and lost all at once.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
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Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 27, 2013 0:44:43 GMT
Jack examined himself in the mirror. He had resolved to leave the first three buttons unhooked after long debate, as buttoning them looked ridiculously conservative. He was pleased to be in something dry, allowing his drenched suit to lay folded neatly on the marble counter where he hoped to forget it for now. Jack emerged from the facility, exiting the hall where he found Theta near the window. Jack paused for a moment, examining her in Charlotte’s gown. Frightening as it was, she resembled Charlotte when not facing him, sending chills along his arms. He watched her handle her necklace, turning it over in her hands. It began to spark his curiosity, her strange attachment to it.
Jack silently walked in her direction, thunder cracking once more. Once he found her, he took his position beside her, hands crossed behind him. Something told Jack that he wasn’t the only member of the party that felt a bit more comforted, a bit more at ease. Unfortunately, the effects of Jack’s wine seemed to have worn off in their haste, having been replaced by overwhelming emotions that hammered him all at once; thankfully, things seemed to have calm down. Jack sighed, breaking the silence that had come between them for minutes on end. “I’ve spent hours at this window.” Jack confessed. “It’s enough to drive a thoughtful man mad.” Jack pressed a hand against the glass, leaning.
Jack had watched men and women below, nothing more than roaming insects. It brought to his attention his own influence, his own power and fortunes. It would cause him to consider an alternate life; what, per chance, might he think if he had been the one below, gazing upwards at the tip of the hotel? It was astounding that Jack was only one stories in a million, that New York was composed of a mass of heartbreakers, dreamers, swingers and criminals, and Jack was nothing more than a cell in the makeup. Yet there he would, gazing out onto the skyline, out onto the endless greenery of Central Park, realizing that, despite the admiration for the unknown man living atop the tower, it was haunting that they admired a man that they would never recognize.
He watched the rain fall for a moment. “Have you always lived here, Miss. Stone?” Jack questioned, his head turning in her direction. Perhaps she had come from somewhere much smaller, but Theta always seemed to take in the city life with ease. Jack realized that it, quite possibly, might have been the first personal question that he had ever asked her. Generally, Jack strayed from personal questions, as they always retaliated. Still, more questions arose then. Was she an only child? Did she have a mother, a father? Before Carrington-Bradford, where - out of that daunting makeup of New York City - had she emerged? And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
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Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 27, 2013 1:11:25 GMT
Theta had lost herself in the lightening strikes, the resounding booms of thunder resonated in her chest, and above it all, rain fell in sheets, apparently never ending. The view was breathtaking, despite the dark shadow the storm cast, and Theta didn't believe anyone could ever tire of the view. It was a most welcome distraction to the envy that had blossomed in her chest only moments ago; but that nagging jealousy lingered -- as she had never really considered that part of Jack's personal life. Distantly, she thought of his nurse at the hospital; the lovely young blonde who had chased Theta from her spot at Jack's bedside. There had been jealousy there, too, but at the moment there was no one to direct the feeling towards. She was simply left to wonder, though she wished her mind would just let it drop; it was only bringing her pain.
She was suddenly aware of Jack beside her; his presence was as electrifying as the lightning outside. And she felt her jealousy melt away, replaced with subtle contentment. Theta turned her head towards him, smiling softly, her hands still occupied with the silver locket. She seemed to hesitate a moment, before her dark gaze returned to the city beneath them -- and she found herself wondering what all those millions of people were doing right at that moment. Sleeping, working, staying up to watch the storm?
Theta considered what he'd said; wondering what she'd do with herself if she had such a window. Likely, she'd spend much of her time near it too. It was so high, and she could only imagine watching from above the life of New York beat on, day to day. "It's quite the view," she replied, eyes flicking to a sudden bolt that was for a brilliant moment completely distinct in the night sky.
And then it was quiet again, but Theta didn't mind the silence. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, but she never could. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she had words to describe the things she felt. It was better if those things were left unsaid. Safer. Theta hadn't failed to notice the way he glanced around whenever they were standing alone among a group of people. Like he'd done in the lobby, like he'd done a few days before, in the courtroom. She knew he was worried of being caught with her -- but why? There was nothing to hide . . . there were only the things she wanted, but could never have. It stung her slightly whenever he did, but Theta supposed he was in the right. Her imagination would cruelly suggest that it was because she was so beneath him, but most of the time she chose to ignore the thought. It was too conflicting, and something she shouldn't be worrying about.
“Have you always lived here, Miss. Stone?”
Theta turned her attention to him, a smile on her face at the question, "Born and raised -- in Chelsea, actually," she answered, gaze slowly returning to the window. She supposed that New York was a part of her now, she'd never known anywhere else. Her family had never traveled much, and after college Theta had been broke -- she hadn't the means to travel as she'd once longed to. "And you're from Boston, aren't you?" she asked, glancing towards him again. Jack had never told her himself, but people liked to talk around the office -- and that was just one of the things she'd overheard once.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
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Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 27, 2013 1:51:29 GMT
Chelsea. Even having lived in New York for a year, Jack could never recall having any reason to visit Chelsea. Jack was taken aback at Theta’s knowledge as to where he was from; his head snapped in her direction. The question surfaced: what else did she know? It was almost daunting to consider that Theta knew more about him, but that she had been keeping it from him. He shook the thought. His birthplace was trivial, and no need for any additional concern, so Jack nodded. He did not carry a heavy Boston accent as his father, mother and sister did. In fact, there was hardly any trace of one at all. Jack had been surrounded by people from all over as a child, the fluent Boston tongue never stuck with him.
Jack moved his eyes to the city once more, almost finding comfort in the warmth of the lightening. Jack allowed the thunder to pass before he spoke again. “I moved to Manhattan last April.” Jack found the details stuck in his throat, longing to learn more about Theta than to speak in regards to himself. “What of your family? Did you live with any siblings?” Jack studied Theta again, wondering if she had a twin sister or a younger brother. Perhaps she enjoyed the privileges of being an only child. So many questions swam through his mind, and he found it best to keep them steady, but polite.
As she spoke, Jack searched her eyes. She had his full, undivided attention, and moreover, he found comfort in her dark eyes. Jack caught himself wondering again; wondering what she might do if he took her into his arms that very moment, or if he swept her off her feet to join him by the fireplace. A smirk tugged at his lips at his ridiculously romantic equation, and his eyes fell to her locket. He knew it would never be possible. Jack eyed her again once she had finished speaking about her brother. He had not mentioned Lucy or her rebellious nature, he had not mentioned his fantasy that she, one day, may settle down and take over Carrington-Bradford.
Jack’s eyes fell to her locket once more. He hadn’t requested to reach for it before, but Jack had been much closer. He stood a bit of a ways away from Theta. Nodding towards the locket, Jack smiled kindly. “May I?” Upon the approval, Jack stepped closer to her. His steps were deliberate and slow, and once he reached her, he stood closely. With a gentle hand, he once again turned the locket over. He admired the diamonds and the gentle weight of the precious accessory before moving his thumb over the mechanism that would open it. Glancing up at Theta, he witnessed no protest, and he opened it.
Empty.
Jack eyed her again, somehow feeling her warmth, as though he had stepped closer...though he never recalled moving. A strand of her hair had dried, falling limply near her face. Jack didn’t suppose she had noticed, but he lifted his free hand anyhow, tucking it gently behind her ear. His eyes travelled to her once more, feeling rejuvenated by their touch. That familiar feeling stirred once again. “And from whom was this?” Jack’s eyes flashed down to the empty locket once more before returning to her. And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 27, 2013 2:30:38 GMT
Theta found the storm much more agreeable from inside. The flashes of lightning were addicting to watch, and she'd never had such a marvelous view of one before. But she sensed Jack's sudden gaze, and turned her head, arching her dark brows in his direction -- gently considering what lay in his expression. Another emotion she could not read.
But he'd only been in the city a short while, and that she hadn't known. A small smile spread across her face as she looked up at him, "It must have been quite a change. I've never been to Boston . . . actually, I've never really been anywhere," she murmured in a smooth voice. New York City was the only world she knew. She knew it like the back of her hand. But she'd always wondered what it would be like to travel, maybe to see a small town for once in her life. More than once she'd considered buying a car and just driving away. Even if she always came back to the glowing sanctuary that was home, the thought of taking off excited her.
“What of your family? Did you live with any siblings?”
Theta was surprised at herself; to think of the stories she'd told him earlier, and none of them had involved Bradbury? The smile on her face widened at the thought of her older brother. As much as she pestered Bradbury, she adored him. "An older brother, Bradbury. He still lives in Chelsea -- he's . . . different," Theta's gaze flicked upwards to meet Jack's, a fond look in her eye. But she was nearly taken aback by the way he was looking at her. Those eyes that pulled her in, drowning her in all the things she still didn't know. Not for the first time, she wondered what he was thinking -- something about the smirk he wore had her curious, and Theta's lips curved into a smile.
She was surprised with his request to see her locket, but Theta nodded, her dark eyes warm at his kind expression. He stepped closer, and Theta suddenly remembered the feel of his arm around her, the emotion stirring in her chest was worse with his closeness, so much so that she dropped her gaze to watch his fingers brush over the beautiful silver. She eventually peered up at him, her eyes lingering on his lips for a moment, before she reminded herself of her place.
Theta smiled in reply to his silent question to open it, but it didn't quite touch her eyes. She looked away, out the window; the locket was empty. And had been for years.
The gentle brush of his fingers tucking a stray lock behind her ear had her looking up at him again, though. The smile that flickered across her face was a genuine one, as a pleasant warmth rose in her cheeks. She took the locket back and allowed it to settle in its familiar place below her throat, grinning softly at the question. "My parents. It was for my eighteenth birthday," she replied, and for a moment her expression glowed with nostalgia. She remembered the day well, and all at once there was a longing in her chest for that day. Before . . .
The expression suddenly vanished, and Theta's smile faded. The locket would always carry two memories; one pleasant, the other a part of the nightmare she wished every day to forget.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 27, 2013 3:11:46 GMT
Jack didn’t step away from Theta when she retrieved her locked from him. His eyes followed it down, again fascinated by the gentle shimmer. When he looked at her once more, however, she was looking away from him, her smile faded. Jack frowned, sudden concern flooding him. Clearly, the locket carried some kind of painful memory - Jack knew the feeling well. The very gown that Theta wore had sparked sore recollections of his own. Jack wanted to reach her, to comfort her, but perhaps he couldn’t. Perhaps his touch would not be enough, if any comfort at all. Still, Jack’s hand moved - but he paused, considering that boundary again. He let his hand fall once again, only studying her eyes. “What is it?”
Thunder roared a bit more violently as lightening illuminated the room. Jack’s eyes scanned the city below, noticing an entire building lose its power, and then another. It didn’t trouble Jack, as the hotel had - not once - lost power for as long as Jack had been a resident. Then again, any maintenance issues were resolved from the top floor down, allowing Jack the luxury of not being bothered by the inconvenience long. Not that any of it had ever been truly a bother to him, but not many upper-scale citizens who stayed in the penthouse had been quite as kind. Jack returned his gaze to Theta, and he felt his heart sink at the evident pain still present in her eyes.
“Miss. Stone,” Jack spoke gently, as to not startle her from her thought,. “is everything all right?” He eyed the locket once more, evidently still curious as to what it was about the token that troubled her so. And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
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Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 27, 2013 3:36:36 GMT
Theta found herself looking out the window, trying to avoid being thrown back into the memory. Like she had once before; Jack had been beside her then, too, when he'd taken her to floor six. Theta avoided that floor as much as humanly possible, some days, when she even passed the floor in the elevator, she held her breath. It was as if the doors would slide suddenly open one day, and he'd have her cornered all over again. The thought had Theta's nerves on edge, and she clenched her jaw, gaze flickering about the storm -- but not truly seeing it. What she saw were those hungry gray eyes and what she felt were fingers crushing her wrists. And the bruises they'd left.
Without realizing it, Theta rubbed her wrist lightly at the memory; she could hear his icy laughter, feel the kiss he'd planted against her neck, after he'd torn the very same locket from her throat . . . and she trembled for a moment. Theta wanted to close her eyes, blink the memory away, but thinking of the locket had been a double-edged sword. She could see his face even now in her mind's eye; it was a face she would never forget. He still frequented her nightmares, and haunted her in the waking hours she spent alone in the dark.
“What is it?”
Theta jumped at the sound of his voice, her head snapping in his direction; her shoulders tense and her eyes distant a moment more. "Hmm? It's nothing . . ." her very voice betraying her, Theta looked away again. Even to her own ears the answer sounded terribly weak. Never before had she wanted to run from Jack; she wanted to hide, so that he might not see through her shaky exterior. Because of all the crazy things, Theta felt as if that nightmare was somehow her fault.
As Jack's gaze left her, she felt as if she had escaped. "The city hasn't had a storm like this in a long time," she heard herself say; it was a pitiful effort to change the conversation. If they could only talk about something else, Theta was convinced she would be able to better collect herself. This wasn't the first time she'd dodged that bullet; her mother still made frequent attempts to get Theta to open up, but she never did. She often left briskly if the conversation turned to that night, leaving her mother with a hurt expression. That brought enough guilt to Theta's heart to consider telling the truth -- but she could never get the words out. And so the truth had remained locked inside all these years, eating away at her.
But she hadn't gotten away as she'd thought. Jack had spoken again, and she could feel his gaze upon her. Theta lightly bit her lip, before glancing up towards him, mustering her most convincing look -- but still, it was weak. "I'm fine . . . I'll be all right," she replied, avoiding his eyes again.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
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Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 27, 2013 4:18:32 GMT
Jack was an attorney, practically trained to see straight through a lie. He hadn’t even needed to attempt to puzzle out the young woman before him, instead, it were as though she willingly laid out her emotions for him to see. He sensed her discomfort as well, and a clear desire to change the subject. It stung to watch her avoid him, and he knew that he had stepped too far. Jack turned himself away from her hesitantly as though he might say more, but retreated to the other end of the room instead, pocketing his hands. Though he chose to drop the subject, his curiosity lingered on. His inclination to comfort Theta pressed on.
Perhaps it was frightening for her, to share her secrets with him. Jack wandered to the fireplace, leaning against the marble there. He watched the fire whip this way and that, listening to the gentle crackle of its flames between rolls of thunder. What could he tell her? Jack buried so many things within him. So many painful things...but so did she. He recalled the way Theta looked in the gown, taken aback by the stunning similarities of what was real and what was nothing more than a memory. He could still hear her, feel her, and all he could do was allow his mind to need her every day, but attempt to force his mind to forget her.
He’d never shared it with anyone, and he shook at the thought of speaking her name aloud. Jack opened his mouth as to speak, but nothing was voiced. He tried once again. “I fled Boston.” Jack spoke quietly, his voice almost lost beneath the storm. He feared to go further, his heart picking up its pace. He kept his casual stance against the fireplace, his eyes rooted there. He left the words hanging, leaving questions to float about; though no one voiced them, he knew they were present. They naturally would be. “I didn’t tell a soul.” He didn’t have to. The entire city of Boston had gotten word of the affair, gotten word that she had left him in a state of hypnotizing agony.
Jack almost struggled to remain standing, so he turned to carefully lower himself on a leather love seat behind him. Jack crossed one leg over the other, an elbow resting on his knee as he brought his hand up to trace his lips. The other hand rested across his lap, his eyes distant, lost on nothing in particular. “I was...haunted, you see.” He paused, feeling a tightness in his chest that he’d never experienced before. A new kind of fear, a kind of vulnerability that Jack found difficult to stomach. It were as though his story ended as his eyes fell to the persian rug below him. He couldn’t bring himself to say more. He couldn’t even begin to form the words.
As though Jack had considered his rambling an offense, he exhaled. “I apologize.” And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
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Age: 22
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♡ Status: In a Relationship
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 27, 2013 5:04:10 GMT
Theta couldn't bring herself to look at him. She was ashamed of what had happened, and she'd blamed herself for nearly five long years. Five years of avoiding men, giving up on dating, and creating her own little world. A world that was predictable and boring, but one that kept her ever occupied. Before Jack had hired her, Theta had worked long hours into the night, organizing things for her superiors who were too disinterested to complete the tasks they began themselves. They had husbands, wives, children they needed to see . . . where Theta had no one. But she'd never done anything to improve the situation. She was forever crippled by the memory of that awful night; she'd devolved from a fiery young girl to a reserved, distrusting woman.
She blinked miserably as she watched the rain fall -- she hadn't realized that once again she'd wrapped her arms around her waist, as if to protect herself. But there was no battle to be fought here. There was only Jack, and she couldn't ever imagine him hurting her. His rare touches were too gentle, his blue eyes unfailingly kind. His were the first arms she'd longed to hold her in a long time -- after spending so much of that time fleeing any man who showed interest.
Suddenly Theta felt colder, and she realized Jack had left her side. She resisted the urge to turn; what would he think, if she told him the truth? Theta hugged herself a little tighter, collecting what emotion she could, and finally turned; feeling torn between wanting his closeness, and wanting to hide. He was speaking of something entirely different, though, and it was almost like he'd forgotten she existed at all. Theta wondered what could have possibly made Jack run from his home, but she dared not ask . . . when she had refused to grant him the truth, she had no right to ask it of him.
She almost expected him to go on, but a sudden apology, and they were both left silent again. Theta's heart twisted painfully in her chest; he looked so distressed, and just like she had at the hospital, Theta felt useless. Useless and lost, and terrified.
Slowly, she allowed herself to approach him, her dark eyes losing some of her inner pain -- replaced instead by the stronger feeling of concern she felt for Jack. Theta paused near him, her expression suddenly torn. "You don't need to apologize," she murmured, dark eyes soft.
Theta stood in silence for a long moment, her fingers lightly brushing the locket again. Thinking of the memory now, she didn't feel as tongue-tied, but the thought of voicing the story . . . fear crawled across her eyes, but she steeled herself. Jack had told her something that was clearly painful to him, and Theta knew she had nothing to fear from Mr. Carrington. She wasn't sure what he'd think, but she was sure he wouldn't hurt her.
For a moment longer, she was quiet, her eyes falling to the locket as she studied it's beautiful face, "This locket wasn't always empty," she said, and Theta felt far away from her voice, but she continued, "I thought I was in love once. I was in high school, and I thought I would end up marrying this boy," Theta's voice dropped, taken back to the days when he'd been perfect in her eyes. Everything she'd ever want, and everything she'd ever need. A bitter smile crossed her expression as she glanced towards the window, "I was blind and naive. Like most eighteen year old girls."
So far, it hadn't been as bad as Theta had feared it would be, but her throat tightened with fear as she considered speaking his name. Even after all these years, it was as if he would still melt from the shadows to grab her if she spoke it aloud. "Things started going too fast for me, and I -- I told him no. He told me we were through, and for a few weeks I was devastated." Theta could remember that moment now; she'd been tucked against his chest, his arms around her -- and everything in her world had seemed perfect. His hands had started to wander down her hips though, and Theta had recoiled . . . he'd yelled something and left her standing there. And now, Theta wondered how she ever cried over such a monster.
It was now that her voice began to tremble, her face pale as she looked at anything but Jack. "A few weeks later, our school had this special end of the year football game. I went to see my friends -- they were all cheerleaders, so I sat by myself and talked with them during their breaks," Theta realized she was adding information he didn't need to hear. She was stalling, her heart stuttering at the thought of revealing what truly had haunted her all these years.
"I went inside to get something from my locker. It was dark and I assumed no one was around, but -- I didn't . . . I didn't even have it open when -- when Joshua grabbed me." It brought her considerable pain to speak his name, but Theta blinked furiously back against the tears that were suddenly welling in her eyes. "He hit me, and told me he didn't take no for an answer."
Theta was mentally thrown back into the moment, and the fear was evident in her eyes as she drew in a shuddering breath. He'd wrestled with her a moment, punching her in the abdomen, before his hands had grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. All while she'd kicked and called out -- but he'd quickly grown frustrated with that, and had slapped her across the face. And like now, Theta had started to cry. But all the same his lips were against her neck, and his hands were tugging at her blouse.
That was when they'd both heard the footsteps, and Joshua had stopped. He froze, his gray eyes threatening when he looked at her -- his smirk was fierce. "I know how much you love dares, Theta. So here's one for you," his voice, even now was too real in her mind, and Theta trembled. He'd torn her locket from her throat, and wrapped a hand around her neck, leaning close. "I dare you to tell someone." With a final squeeze, he'd stalked off down the hallway -- and one of Theta's friends rounded the corner, eyes wide with shock. But of course Theta had lied. It was one dare she wouldn't take. "He tried to rape me, and I barely got away."
Something had died in Theta's eyes, and her voice was flat, but still she trembled, feeling ill. She dared a glance at Jack, eyes wide, wondering what he would think. She still couldn't believe she'd said it all. Five years she'd kept that to herself, and it all came out now.
Theta bit her lip as the tears rolled down her cheeks; the memory was still repeating itself in her mind.
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 27, 2013 5:46:31 GMT
As though the beginning of his story had provoked her, Theta wandered to him. He allowed his eyes to wander upwards to meet her own, something hidden there, something on the verge of making itself known. Jack watched her as she again touched the locket, lost entirely. Jack stood slowly, as though he needed to steady her. Something kept him rooted, however, as though if he had touched her, she would shatter in his hands. He wore a puzzled, concerned expression as Theta began the retelling of her frightening recollections, Jack’s eyes never leaving her face. She had grown pale as she carried on, her voice trembling. Jack allowed her to continue, nearly seizing the chance to hold her right then.
He wouldn’t. Theta carried on, her eyes elsewhere. Jack knew it best to not break that concentration, though he watched it tear her internally. As she carried on, Jack felt a certain spark within him that he could not control. This boy was younger than he; moreover, this boy was in the past. Even as Jack stood, his expression hardening with what Jack registered as anger, something foreign to his features, foreign to his being as a whole. Jack inhaled, though, regaining his control as he studied Theta, carefully taking in each word she spoke, each syllable. When she finished, Jack felt as though he had been released, and he could breathe again.
As Jack watched her tremble, watched tears fall from her eyes, Jack made his way to her. It were as though all the walls that had kept him from her had vanished. Theta needed him, and recognizing that, nothing would keep him from her. Wordlessly, Jack gently placed his hands on either side of her, locking his gentle gaze on her alone. Jack pulled her closer to him, wrapping her in his embrace. Closing his eyes, Jack tucked her head beneath his chin, allowing his arms to enclose her - safe and secure, right where Jack felt that she belonged. Right where he wanted her to belong. It all made sense - the darkened corridor, Theta’s careful hesitations, her hand drawing to her locket for comfort.
And, in that instant, it were as though he had known her for all time.
Jack looked at her once more, drawing out from her slightly, but not away. He watched her for a moment, allowing his expression to speak for him. He wanted her close to him, wanted to comfort her as long as she needed him. Gradually, Jack moved his hands to either side of her face. He held her there carefully, his eyes falling to her lips. Something rose within him, some newfound sense of courage, as though every concern had melted away. Thunder rolled once more, and Jack leaned for her.
Their lips met gracefully, softly, and only for a moment.
He pulled back, scanning her for a reaction. Before Jack could register what was across her expression, they were kissing once again. A bit more fervidly, a bit more longingly. He could feel the chill of her tears along her cheek, and Jack pulled her in closer, his hands still tucked between her hair and the softness of her neck. The feeling was so new, so inviting, and Jack was taken back. Memories flooded his mind, but Charlotte was not present. Instead, it had been Theta. He whispered her name occasionally between breaths, as though to remind himself that she was real, and all doubts had suddenly vanished.
When the kiss crawled to a stop, Jack - breathing a bit more heavily from the exhilaration - allowed his eyes to wander her features. Her familiar eyes, the soft curve of her nose, the gentle arch of her brow. She was all there. As though in conclusion, he pressed his lips against her forehead, leaving them there as she leaned into him. When he looked at her again, there was something new between them. Something unfelt in what seemed like centuries. And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 27, 2013 6:24:16 GMT
Theta didn't know what she wanted, she didn't even know what she needed in that moment. It was just suddenly as if the last five years of fear were coiling around her all at once . . . but at the same time, she felt like she could breathe again. Like some weight had been lifted from her chest. She trembled, her chest swelling as she drew in sweet air -- glad to be alive. After that night, Theta had sunk into a deep depression, and though she'd eventually gotten through it, too many times she'd considered ending it all. She shivered at the thought, swallowing the lump that had risen in her throat.
Gentle, but firmly reassuring hands were suddenly on her arms, but Theta didn't jump back. She slowly raised her gaze, as if frightened of what she might find in Jack's eyes. But what she hadn't expected was to be pulled against him, his arms going around her. Theta's heart stuttered in her chest, but she needed him, wanted him right where he was. She hugged his waist and rested her head against his chest, still trembling, but safe. Safe, and warm; her arms tightened slightly, signaling her need for him, her gratefulness for his presence. As she closed her eyes, finally able to breathe again.
She reluctantly relaxed her hold on him, her dark eyes going to his face. The tears still fell from her eyes, but she was steady in his arms. Her chest no longer swelled with fear, and her eyes glowed with soft admiration. For once, she didn't blush or try to hide the feeling; after telling him her greatest secret, it seemed silly to try to keep anything from him. She didn't want to keep anything from him. What she wanted was for his arms to never let her go, she wanted to linger in his embrace forever. It was the only place she truly felt safe, and for the first time in five years, she could forget.
His hands had lightly taken her face, and Theta looked up at him, searching his expression. All of the things she'd been wondering were suddenly answered, and a warmth unlike Theta had ever known replaced the fear in her chest. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gentle brush of his lips. It was brief, but sweet, and Theta looked up at him as he pulled back; her lips had curved into a smile, but she raised herself up on her toes to kiss him again, her hands finally resting on his arms, pulling him closer. For the first time, Theta knew what was going through Jack's head, and she knew his thoughts mirrored her own.
But she didn't think, in that moment, she only kissed him, some sort of joy spreading inside her at his murmured voice speaking her name; her lips lingered against his for a moment. She drew back slightly, breathless, but she smiled. Her arms returned to circle his waist as he planted a kiss against her forehead, leaning into him, her eyes fluttering shut as a pleasant chill traveled down her spine. When he'd pulled back, Theta rested her head against his chest again; feeling alive in a way she hadn't felt for ages.
The tears were drying on her cheeks as she held herself against him. And her lips curved into a soft smile, "That was unexpected," she murmured, emitting a light laugh. She'd gone from one extreme to the other, and all it had taken was Jack's gentle kiss. But the sound faded as she drew back slightly, meeting his gaze, "I think . . . I think I've wanted you do to that since the night you asked me to dance."
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 27, 2013 7:04:56 GMT
Jack smiled, feeling a calm come over him. His hands wrapped around her waist, promising her safety and comfort where she stood. It dawned on him that it hadn’t been Charlotte that Jack needed, it had been Theta. “I believe I’ve felt it.” He admitted. He felt her longing, he left his own longing, he’d felt their mixed desires in the form of confusion and apprehension, temptation and longing. He held her close once again, as though something might take her from him at any moment. “I’m here.” Jack planted another kiss atop her head, feeling much lighter. No longer would he have to hesitate, no longer would he have to doubt.
There was a violent roll of thunder, followed by a flash of lightening. The lights were cut immediately thereafter, leaving Jack and Theta in absolute darkness, hovering in the night sky. Jack’s hands left Theta for a moment, wondering if the entire building was out. Somewhere downstairs was the mighty groan of an elevator shaft, and Jack’s hand found Theta’s protectively, sensing her tense. “We’re all right, my darling.” Jack reassured her. Jack’s eyes had not yet adjusted to the abrupt darkness, causing him to struggle to see Theta, so he stood closer to her. The lightening illuminated the room, casting shadows along the wall and revealing objects near them, only momentarily.
Jack went to retrieve his cellphone, hoping that it would offer them light. However, searching for a moment, he realized that he had, in fact, left it in the facility down the hall. For a moment, the lights in the room returned, but again flickered away. Carefully, Jack moved Theta to the love seat, where they could only wait. His eyes began to adjust, allowing him to make out the basic frame of Theta. All at once, Jack was glad that he hadn’t sent her home. She was safer here. Jack turned to the end table to his left, where he rummaged absently through the drawer. “Surely...” Jack muttered to himself. There was no sign of a lighter, no sign of a match. A candle sat on the surface, but without any means of lighting it.
The air conditioning had also failed, and Jack began to feel the presence of July heat circulating into the room. Being so elevated and surrounded by towering windows, he was hardly surprised. “It seems the storm has taken most of the city.” Jack glanced out the window, but was only greeted by a daunting black abyss. And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 27, 2013 7:32:04 GMT
Theta felt right just where she belonged; in the warmth of his embrace, every frayed nerve was soothed, every worry chased away -- it was like she was finally home. She smiled at his words; it was as if all of those confused moments had been hesitant steps towards this. And Theta didn't have to worry about how she wore her heart on her sleeve; she could let him see the affection in her eyes without it being doubted. She could stay in his arms, she could kiss him. But still, Theta clung to him, as if she might wake from this pleasant dream.
“I’m here.”
Theta let her head lay against him again, her hands lightly on his chest. Her reply was a soft murmur of contentment. It was a relief to know she didn't have to fight those temptations anymore. Jack was right there, warm and present before her, his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. And everything else simply fell away. Jack was the only thing that mattered.
The earth-shattering role of thunder quickly roused Theta from her reverie. She lifted her head to look to the windows, but everything had gone dark. Her gaze returned to Jack, but it was difficult to see -- considering her eyes hadn't adjusted. But her hands lingered on his chest, comforted just by his closeness.
A low groan did startle her, though, and Theta jumped, her heart leaping in her chest at the skin-chilling noise. But then Jack's hand was around her own, and his words backed up the reassuring pressure of his fingers. Her gaze sought him in the darkness, and for a brilliant moment, a flash of lightening lit up the room. But it seemed that they were without lights for the moment. But Theta was not bothered, so long as Jack was nearby, she knew she would be safe. And just as he looked after her, she would look after him -- as she always had.
She didn't drop her hand and instead followed his lead, allowing him to pull her through the darkness, and finally to the love seat. Theta's eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, and she curled up beside him -- pulling her legs beneath her and settling in beside Jack. Her eyes followed his movements, and flicked to the candle as his search abruptly ended. She briefly thought of her own apartment, covered in darkness, and the thought of being alone there was slightly unnerving. Still, she dismissed her suspicions as paranoia, and didn't think to voice her concerns; she was here, after all, and that was what mattered.
“It seems the storm has taken most of the city.”
Theta settled back against the cushions, her shoulder brushing Jack's; the contact bringing that new sense of warmth to her all over again. But her gaze was on the window, as she lightly shook her head, "I've never seen anything like it."
I was lost until you found me.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jul 8, 2013 3:00:44 GMT
At Theta’s comment - though it was unlikely that she could see - Jack nodded carefully. Thunder rolled once more, and the rain picked up a more furious pace. Ease had come over Jack, no doubt a result of Theta’s presence; perhaps more so, the reassurance that Theta had returned feelings that had been suppressed. Yet, something still churned within him. There was a lingering apprehension at the idea of what might have happened had Jack revealed the truth about Charlotte. No doubt, Theta might have felt second best - an idea that was unsettling. Jack thought back to the boy Theta had mentioned before, and wondered just where Theta would be had she married him. He turned in her direction.
Suddenly, Jack recalled the man who had watched them so intently in the court room. This entire affair called for a new level of caution between the two of them. If anyone so much as suspected Jack’s relationship with his receptionist, it could mean Theta’s termination at Carrington-Bradford, and interference from Jack’s father. Of course, this could not put a rift between Jack and Theta - but it could put a dent in Theta’s plans for the future. If that happened, Jack would have no one to blame but himself. Now that Jack’s eyes had adjusted, he was able to find and take Theta’s hands in his own.
He took a breath before speaking. “Theta,” Jack met her eyes, his expression solemn, “Please understand that I want the best for you. Perhaps...” Jack paused, as though to swallow back the words he was about to speak. It was difficult to muster that it might be for the best that Theta and Jack didn’t form a relationship, that they revert back to the way things had been before. Perhaps Theta needed the space and the time; after all, if it became public knowledge, the entire city would know. Theta would be exploited. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to speak anymore. He simply watched her, as though Theta could read his mind.
For his own sake, Jack hoped that she couldn’t. And now I come to you with open arms.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jul 8, 2013 3:31:49 GMT
Theta watched the rain pound against the glass; its beating was incessant and never ending. Her thoughts began to wander, but she was still very much aware of Jack beside her; it had been sweet relief to feel his lips against her's, to know he felt the same -- but she couldn't help but wonder what that all meant. He was still her boss, and nothing good would come of any of it if they were discovered. She'd reminded herself of that every day since she'd danced with him, but now that they'd obviously crossed that line . . . where did that leave them? What happened next?
It was too easy to remember the way Jack's colleagues had looked at them only a day ago. Suspicious; like birds of prey just waiting for their prey to falter. Theta couldn't help but swallow. Was it bad she didn't regret any of it? She didn't want to let go of Jack now that she felt she had him. His pull on her was something she couldn't ignore; it was easy to forget the dark looks that had been cast their way. She didn't care about those sharply dressed men, she cared about Jack. Surely there was something to that.
There would be no forgetting the way his hands had pulled her closer, or the feel of his lips against her own. Theta didn't let people in; she did her best to keep them out, but she'd laid out everything for Jack to see -- and now that she had, she felt that much more attached. She couldn't brush aside that longing for him just because the world told her what she felt was wrong; she was tired of being told no. She was tired of running and hiding and secrets.
Theta's dark gaze swept back to him at the gentle touch of his hands; the way he spoke had her lips curving in the beginnings of a frown though, as if through his tone she anticipated he'd been dwelling on the same subject she had. As if she realized he'd reached a different conclusion.
“Please understand that I want the best for you. Perhaps...”
Her eyes searched his as he trailed off, a flash of hurt in her own expression as she connected the dots. Theta glanced down at her hands, her heart twisting even as she lightly pulled her hands away, into her lap. She fiddled with her ring for a painful moment as she considered his words. Could he easily suggest that? Or was the idea as painful to him as it was to her?
"You're probably right," the smile that flickered across her face was humorless and pained, but her dark gaze was smoldering as she lifted it to his again, her hands tentatively reaching for his again. "But maybe you're what's best for me." Theta wasn't sure where her sudden courage had come from, but it was something she hadn't felt in five long years. The fact of losing something that had barely begun just because somebody else didn't approve set the young woman on edge.
Lightly, her thumb absently traced the back of his hand, pain and determination dancing in her eyes. "I couldn't . . . just walk away. Not after . . ." her gaze dropped; not after she'd told him, not after he'd kissed her, not after her old fears had just been swept away. Theta didn't want to run from what she wanted; she was tired of denying herself happiness -- but maybe she was wrong in all this. Maybe she was just that easy to walk away from.
I was lost until you found me.
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