milliways_bar | Entries tagged with jasper whitlock

[OOM:

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

Warnings for French, a hi-res link, and an abuse of space and time Meyers would be proud of. ^^; Still Millitimed to before New Moon plot. The last installment to follow; thank you!]

Current Music: "Smile" - Nat King Cole

ikissdhimbck

[OOMs:

Il n'y a qu' un bonheur dans la vie,
c'est d'aimer et d'être aimé

We have some serious abuse of Millitime, here. ^^; All OOMs occur before any and all Twilight New Moon plot, but follow this exit post. The rest to follow; thank you, all!]

ikissdhimbck

She doesn't know how long it's been.

Days, weeks, months ... who can ever tell on a good day in Milliways? Let alone a bad one.

She does know it's been a while, though. A while since she's gotten dressed and left her room. A while since she's been able to stomach a real meal. A while since she's been out to check on Beaut. A while since she last tended to any of her chores. First, she bathes (it's been a while since she last did that, too), and then she slips on her boots, and sets out to change all that.

She's only going through the motions.

The sun is starting to go down by the time she finds her way to the shooting range. She isn't doing anything but wasting time and bullets -- there's no satisfaction in the way the targets fall, no relief in the crack or the recoil, not even frustration when she misses a mark entirely.

(She's only going through the motions.)

The sound from the range is steady, paced, and constant.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Click. Click.

[ooc: Plot-locked, sorry :(]

themidnightson

betagainstme

Being dragged over to the Bar is one Edward Cullen. The girl doing the dragging, is, of course, his tiny sister, Alice Whitlock Cullen. This does not seem out of ordinary for either of the vampire siblings.

Neither does Alice's bouncing as she waits for Bar to produce something for her. Or her idle fixing of Edward's clothes. Nor is Edward's indifference anything new, either.

But wait! Alice is putting up flyers now? That's a little new. A little different. If one were to look at the flyer they would see that it said:

~*Hear Ye, Hear Ye*~
Alice and Edward Cullen Would Like to Invite You to
A Monkey Suits and Gussied Gowns
Bar-Wide, After-Prom, Opulently Cullen Styled Party

The flyer includes when, and where (June 25th! THE BAR) and has sparkles all over it. Someone let Alice get into the glitter. You can even see some of it in Edward's hair. You see it? Yep.

Alice twirls as she puts up flyers. Edward follows with a tiny half-smile on his lips, fondly patient of his dear sister. The things he does for her.

[OOC: okay so now the flyers are up, so get your pups talking about it. You can tag in here to notice the flyers...and you can try to chase Alice down to ask her questions or whatever. Edward may or may not speak to you. He's totally not enjoying this. ♥]

ikissdhimbck

Kate has found that, other than the practical benefits of visiting the range with both her sixshooter and her rifle, there's also the emotional gratification of putting bullets in something.

It would seem that she has a lot of frustration to vent.

After she's done at the range, she'll head down to the stables for a while. It's good weather to go out for a long ride.

[ooc: Open all weekend! :D Catch her in either place, or in the bar before or afterward. Botherable!]

themidnightson

Before he could ask for a book, a bill appeared. A long one, detailing back a year's worth of things that could never be forgotten even while a good half of them were only props. Edward dug into his back pocket for a thin black leather fold.

He opened it and carefully laid a silver card on top of it.

"Put all of the tab's for my family and Bella on it, as well."

[OOC: Here until six-thirty, then back around nine. Open until the next one.]

sheisourheart

Esme is in the bar today, with a wide book spread out on her table. The pages are full of pictures of solarium's in differing setups. She was jotting notes a minute ago, since she forgot the floor plans.

But right now she is trying to find her pencil.

It was right there a second ago.

Current Music: Florence And The Machine - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

[OOM:

April 2005, Forks, Washington: Jasper and Alice take some well-deserved time to themselves and celebrate an anniversary that got lost in the shuffle of... well, everything.]

betagainstme

Alice waltzes in, looking inordinately happy for the first time in...quite a few visits. Bella's out of the hospital, Alice is finally okay with everything that happened with James and family life is slowing back to normal. She's good, she's happy and she's in the middle of a pirouette in the middle of the bar.

She comes out of it with a twirl, and a giggle before skipping off to a booth somewhere in the middle of the bar, with a notebook and a pen.

[OOC: OPEN FOREVER AND IF YOU TAG I WILL NOT DROP THESE THREADS I PROMISE OH GOD PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE]

betagainstme

Alice is buried under a pile of books having to do with renovations. It's easier to throw herself into this work than to dwell on...things that aren't important.

By buried, we mean sitting in an armchair with a dangerously tall pile of books beside her. A dangerously tall pile of books that has just...tipped over into the walkway. She stares at them and sighs. "Eugh, of course."

Help her pick them up?

[OOC: I am so so so so sick feeling. I need to just...lay down a while and when I'm back, I'll try to continue. D:]

realmrsreynolds

[OOM in the bar:

Sallie is back from the City, and runs into a smattering of people.]

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

Unlike last time, Jasper has no real reason to get away from Forks. He's just here. Outside, at the edge of the forest, leaning against a tree and digging at the snow in front of him with his boot. For appearances, he's got on a winter coat and his hands are shoved deep in the pockets.

He may look bored but he's tracking an animal deep in the woods, his hearing focused and gaze sharp. He's not going to hunt it. He'd much rather hunt what's inside the bar (or those guys playing with fire), but following the animal's progress keeps him from entertaining the idea.

He's harmless right now. Honest.

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

Whatever has been keeping Jasper together left the moment the door closes behind him. Lethargy creeps in.

He drags himself to the nearest empty booth to sit. Hunched over the table and head pillowed on his forearms, he could almost pass for bored if not for the deep set frown.

And the lachrymose expression that creeps in for every moment longer he sits there.

His company? Probably not the best.

janebecomes

Jane enters Milliways today with dirt on her hands and wipes them on her dress, which carries the grime of a farmyard with it. The Bar doesn't make her smile since she's too tired to think of smiling.

Perhaps she has been hoping too much on something that might never happen, but she has to try and find her own happiness, doesn't she?

It takes her a while to finally sit, because her mother's harsh words and Mister Wisley's quiet hurt keep echoing around her head.

In the end, she finds herself by the fire and watching the flames as she wishes that somehow things would be easier or simpler, but that is not the truth of the world. Poor girls don't marry Duke's sons, the right man with no money doesn't inherit a fortune.

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

[OOM: "Esme sends her love, your homework, and wants to know if you've been eating."

Jasper pays Edward a visit in the hospital. There is brotherly concern and talk.]

betagainstme

[OOMs: if we live our life in fear,
i'll wait a thousand years
to see you smile again.
kill the prayers for love and peace,
you'll wake the thought police
we can't hide the truth inside.

Alice knows she shouldn't believe what James says about her on that tape. But she can't quite stop herself from taking the information and running with it.]

*Edward-Alice is unfinished. I'm lame, yeah.

ofthefamily

[OOM:

Stay safe. We will see you soon.]

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

"Shit."

Quite literally, on his boots, and Jasper would apologize to any women around to hear him swear about it if propriety hadn't been forgotten with a bad mood.

And Jasper is clearly in some sort of mood as he slumps by the backdoor and picks a fallen twig from the ground to scrape at the poop. His eyes are brighter than usual - a stark golden rimmed around black - and his mouth is a thin line, curving downward in a concerned frown.

It's not so much the ruined boots he cares about as it other things. Things he'd rather not think about or face and he's fled to Milliways to escape. If only briefly.

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back in ~~Forks~~ Arizona...]

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

It's the thirtieth of December (in Milliways) and the second to last day of Jasper's December gift-giving spree to Alice. He may be going out on a shaky limb with this one, but he's going to take the chance anyway. Another chance, that is, seeing as the last hadn't gone nearly as well as he'd have liked.

But this is different. This could be something they could hold onto until they're ready and for a long time after.

His heart would be hammering in his chest if it could as he slips a couple of pictures of the property - a fairly small hamlet close to the Cévennes and a main house with just enough room for the two of them - into a plain envelope before sealing it shut. And, on the top, with little flourish or fanfare, he simply scrawls for when we're ready.

Nothing has been signed and nothing finalized yet, but the right people have been contacted and an offer is ready to be made. All he needs is for Alice to say yes.

It's her money, maybe even more so than his, seeing how they've obtained it with her ability to see the future and watch the stocks, so he can only hope that she likes the idea and sees it as the gesture it is and not him trying to pressure her out of their current arrangement.

(That, and he'll have to think of another gift for her tomorrow as plans for a wardrobe renovation don't work as well without a house to support it.)

In the meantime, he'll just been sitting in a corner booth and fretting.

ikissdhimbck

Kate comes in through the back door looking slightly agitated. She was madder than an old wet hen just a week ago, but as the mood in the stables has calmed down, so has hers. The horses aren't so out of sorts, and most of the damage has been cleaned up.

But that's not what has her agitated today. After Kate Bishop talked to Doc a few days ago, filling in the blanks of what exactly happened in the stables, she couldn't help but wonder and worry about the alleged attack. Especially since she's grown to like two certain vampires very much.

But the fault couldn't possibly lie on either of them, right? Right?

She sits down at a table with a mug of hot cocoa and one of the books she has been reading about vampires, after shedding her winter coat, scarf, and gloves. Her hair is braided and she's wearing her cowboy hat, along with a distinctly Victorian-style blouse and her riding pants and cowboy boots. She's staring at her mug like she's attempting to melt it with the powers of her mind.

She figures she can afford to take a minute to herself before returning to Doc upstairs, since he's becoming ever more hungry for independence from her doting ways. Not that anyone could blame him, of course.

Company certainly wouldn't go amiss.

[ooc: No work 'til Saturday! So this post will be open aaaaaallllll week for any and all newcomers -- slowtimes are certainly acceptable, as everybody will be here, there, and everywhere for the next few days, I'm sure. :)]

realmrsreynolds

Sallie's in a fairly good mood, even for someone behind a bar doing dishes when she doesn't really have to.

If someone's looking for anything, she'd be happy to help - even if it's just an ear to bend.

[ooc: blah blah workslow.]

keptherwaiting.livejournal.com

Though all moments with Alice usually put him in a good mood, Jasper has been in a great one since he met a human Alice. The thought of meeting her as a human had never even occurred to him - not even after the debacle with Carlisle and Volterra - but he's glad it happened, having learned things about his wife that he might never have known. Especially given her not remembering anything from the past.

So he's humming to himself, content and grinning, as he finishes wrapping the gloves, his gift for the day, still at the same booth as before. He wants to finish it up before he heads home - otherwise, he might forget to leave it with Bar and he hasn't missed a day yet, eager to see his Alice.

betagainstme

Mary Alice Brandon steps through the door tonight, with a strange sense of knowing. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming (and she draws her dressing gown sleeve back to pinch her arm, just to make sure) but it soon becomes apparent she isn't.

In her dreams, she can shut out the visions. Here, it is overwhelming. Her fingers twist into her long, dark hair and her eyes, bright and blue, watch the crowd of people in the bar.

Her nose wrinkles in annoyance and wonder. This isn't her house, it never could be. Mama and Papa are never in bars, it's unsightly. And Mary Alice is far too young to go in one, being only sixteen this spring.

She sort of just...stands there.

[ooc: okay, human alice oshi-- this is pre-asylum alice too...don't worry, one of these days you'll get an asylum alice and it will be sad and stuff. she can still see the future, but she tries to hide it desperately from everyone. we can tell how well that works out.

open forever~]