It's all fun and games till ...... (Jackson <3)

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

[bg=0f101c][atrb=width,469,true][atrb=border,0,true] These two really were something else when they were together. Jackson had decked the man out and she asked him what he had done stolen his lunch money, and Jackson just came up a retort that she couldn’t help, but to giggle at. “ Aww poor boy. He probably had been saving up for a while and is in serious need of a manicure… Look at those cuticles.” She said looking down at the dude out cold scrunching up her nose at that. At least the dude hadn’t came over to try to groap her up like some drunks try to do when she is at bars, but maybe they didn’t try anything because Jackson was there who knows. She is one that could handle herself though. She had been snickering about like a mad woman. What had been in that drink? Next thing she knew the bartender had came over telling them the police were on their way… “Oh maybe they will frisk me and cuff me. I like to play games with them.” Which wasn’t the world’s best thing to say, but she did like to play the cops. She could smart mouth her way out of getting arrested by batting her pretty lashes, showing a little cleavage and using the puppy dog pout all the Rhys - Damara girls seemed to have that makes men melt at their feet into a puddle. Jackson had grabbed the bottle, and grabbed her by her hand and led her out of the bar and she blew kisses and waved at the tender saying bye bye now he was probably kicking himself, but oh wells. She had gathered her coat and purse and let herself be swept off by Jackson. He had said he hope she didn’t mind painting the town red elsewhere seeing as police and him don’t see eye to eye. Makayla patted his tooshie, “Now Now Jackypoo, you know I would have bailed you out of the slammer if you got arrested, but can’t blame you for not Seeing Eye to eye with the police and of course I don’t mind, silly.” She had told him did he think she was going to get mad and kick his ass for getting them flushed out of this place? Hey, they got the bottle it was a good night so far. She was then asked to take a ride with him. “Of course. Lead the way” she loved bikes sure she had a car, but she loves to ride on motorcycles as well they are nice and dangerous. She loved a good thrill, she followed over to where his eyes had gone to where his bike had been, and then followed him to it. It was good to meet up with him again, it had been too long. He had told her he promised to make it nice and dangerous and maybe she could even drive later.. “Is that a promise? I will hold you too it. So who did you have to steal from to get this sex pot?” She asked her brows rose slightly questioning him, as she slipped onto the bike and slipped the helmet he had on. She had held on when he told her to hold on tight as he sped off into traffic, herself pressed securely against him, as they drove around taking in the fresh air of the night. He defiantly was driving dangerously they just slimly missed a few cars. This boy defiantly was a wild one and did like danger as much as she does. He had to have hated being cooped up and working on his website all this time and was itching for some danger. He surely was getting his taste of it tonight that was for sure. The wandered streets drifting in between cars and whatever else was in their path, till they got to this lavish neighborhood the type of place Makayla lives in when she is in New York. Lamborghini’s were parked at the place he had pulled up to. They certainly didn’t have bad taste at all. Jackson had cut the lights and the engine and turned to her, this smirk plastered on his face asking her if she wanted to have some real fun tonight. “ Now, Sugar you know I am always up for fun. What did you have in mind, you bad boy you?” She had said taking the bottle that had been nuzzled in between her legs, and sipped it before offering it to him again so she could pull the helmet off. She slipped it off and slipped off his bike, straightening her outfit up. He had given her a challenging look. “ So what are we doing breaking into these poor saps houses and stealing all their hard earned dollars?”

[/b]she questioned. She was so game for it, but if she got caught her momma so wouldn’t be happy, but she did learn from some of the best in hunting bizz so getting into their should be a piece of pie right? Jackson was one of the best at stealing now wasn’t he? She hoped he didn’t get too rusty. “ Not rusty are you at this game?” She smirked getting closer to him, and tutting his nose. “You mister are trouble, and I like it.” she said pulling him ready to go sneaking off towards the house being as quiet as possible she hoped there wasn’t any dogs. She’d have to kick them in the face and show them who is the queen biotch now wouldn’t she?




Tags : Jackson <3
Wearing : >> Clicky Me <<
Location : Local Bar in Texas
Timeframe : Beginning of November 2035
OOC Comments : Hope this works for you <3 I thought that you probably had some sort of plans for this so let me know if this works. I know he steals from the rich and gives to the poor kinda thing. Jackson is such a naughty boy

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[Jackson Taylor Kincaid]

Jack let his turquoise eyes scan the inwardly lit, but shadowy mansion, a smile tilting up one corner of his lips before his wily gaze fell back into Mak’s impish one. Taking the liquor bottle she had warmed between her tan, buttery thighs the male took a swig and laughed quietly, his dark head shaking back and forth in denial. “He sho’ aint poor and he’s no sap, and it wasn’t the dollars I had in mind, Cherie.” One more swig of the spicy and Jack clenched his fist around the glass neck, swiping the side of his hand across his damp upper lip. “Besides, you ever heard of a politician that worked hard for their money?” He added with a teasing glint in his eyes, and then waggled his brow up and down. Truth was this particular politician had wife and a mistress, and had taken up getting jewelry for the former to make up for the latter. One such necklace in his wife’s jewelry box was a cursed object, and the elected official had just recently learned of its black power. The man had been using black magic to sway the influence of the people, and at a very high cost. The manipulation of the people’s minds was turning them into virtual zombies. Soon enough he was going to have a town full of mindless drones. Jack smirked, leaning back to miss the flick of his nose, clicking his tongue in response to her rusty question. The young man s’posed he was just gon’ have to prove how shiny he still was. Maybe he’d even impress the sassy female. Makayla’s hand went around his bicep and Jack took to creeping in the blackness towards the massive home. There were dogs, of course… because what millionaire didn’t have at least 5 sleek and expensive Doberman pincers to stalk and protect his property. The voodoo man took care of them real good and easy with a little poach of sleepytime charms. He left them snoozin’ like lil’ puppies… He found a window on the lower floor that he could ease up real simple and so he did, helping Mak in through it and righting his shirt and pants so that he was still presentable. The wily man laughed hardily and grasped her hand, guiding her in the darkness til they reached a touch pad on the wall and a light switch right beside it. He quickly fingered the key pad and disabled the security system before flicking on a bright light. “My mouth’s dry…you wanna’ take a peek at the bar first?” Jack wasn’t in a real big hurry. He knew that the home owner had lights in certain rooms timed to come on at certain points of the night. He had been casing it for the last week. [bg=black][atrb=border,0,true]

[Makayla Rose Rhys - Damara]

[bg=0f101c][atrb=width,469,true][atrb=border,0,true] Jackson did like to steal from the rich and after the bar he had taken her for a ride on his sweet motorcycle and he had to have stolen from some high class people to get such a sexy ride as that. Makayla did after all like fast and dangerous things. She probably is the craziest out of the siblings. She had offered him the bottle when they had gotten to this shady mansion that seemed to be well guarded, but hey they will get threw it. Jackson said it wasn’t this dudes money that he was after which made her arch a brow. “Do pry tell what we are after then bad boy.” She said poking him playfully, then later learned that this dude is a shady politician. “I suppose not. They all tend to have some sort of skeletons hidden in their closet.” She said with a shrug and took a sip of the bottle, before they headed off towards the mansion, which had been guarded by some dogs, which Jackson had put to sleep. “Impressive there, Mr… Kincaid. Looks like you still have some tricks up them sleeves.” She said softly, and winked. He def did have some things up his sleeves and was full of surprises. Perhaps this is why they always seemed to have gotten along. They both were adventurous, and curious as kittens, She had spoken following him. “What cute little things they are when they are snoozing” Kayla did love her some animals’ especially dangerous ones. These ones had to be trained to kill, which Jackson had done a good Job taking care of them…They had snuck around the yard till a window had been found and Jackson had slipped threw it before, helping her threw, and she smirked, “Why thank you.” She had replied and adjusted herself to get straight and let him lead her threw the darkened place being careful not to knock anything over. “Does this place have any other guards I should know about?” She ask curiously. He had tapped on the security system that being one form of guard. She just wanted to know if there were human ones too. Things were always more thrilling when you could be caught at any minute… When the lights had been flicked on, she scanned the room. Yes, she liked to be cautious and know her exits just in case, but she does have abilities of her own thanks to her blood, but she doesn’t tend to use them unless needed. He had wanted to get a drink at the bar, and didn’t seem to be in a rush. “Sure why not. Let’s see what sort of things this man drinks. I hope it isn’t something lame, but if I didn’t know any better there Mr. one would think you are trying to get me drunk feeding me with all this booze. Perhaps we should raid his kitchen too. I am sure there has to be some delectable munchies somewhere.” She liked that idea she did she did unless it was unsafe to go to the kitchen he had been checking this place out longer then right? She poked him playfully in the chest. “So what is it we are after again?” he knew exactly what he had wanted here and what they were to get, but didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun here and scoop out what else this man has that could be worth the wild. Jackson does after all like to take from the rich and give to the poor. Tags : Jackson <3 Wearing : >> Clicky Me << Location : Local Bar in Texas | Some Mansion Timeframe : Beginning of November 2035 OOC Comments : Hope this is workable

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