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screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

[kutte]

[ the media library is typically the last place anyone is going to find jax. he's been hiding out in the gunnery more often than not, kicking back with spike or tagging along with him on security patrols to avoid conversations he doesn't want to have, but today there's no patrol and he's done with gunnery, so here he is. bothering strangers up here is permissible in a way jax has never really seen outside charming, but charming doesn't count. everyone knew him in charming, and here it's not--

it's different. that's the best word jax can apply.

he nudges the seat next to her out, drops into it unceremoniously. she's got ink, but nothing identifying. ( nothing that belongs to one gang or another, because that's just how jax's mind works, the first place it goes. ) he plucks the cigarette out from behind his ear, sprawling a little, every line of him nonthreatening. jax is good at that, at pretending he's harmless. ]

Borrow your lighter?

ahhh i'm glad people are excited

[eidetics]

[Lisbeth doesn't appreciate the closeness; normally she'd have baggier clothes on, layers that would hide the line of tension in her shoulders, the stiffness of her frame when he sits down beside her.

She doesn't move much, doesn't open herself up to make him feel more welcome or offer a greeting. There might as well not be anyone there, though her gaze shifts to watch him as she chews slightly at the filter on her cigarette, to read his body language and determine that he's not going to lash out.

Won't lash out too quickly for her to react, at least.

Lisbeth says nothing, doesn't want to give up the one potential weapon she has on her--so she turns toward him just enough, lighter curled into her palm as she presses down with her thumb, lets it catch. He can lean in to meet her.]

no one is more excited than me

[kutte]

[ he's seen tension like that before. jax has been to prison, watched ceasefire's negotiated. he can recognize the set of her shoulders, the wariness in her gaze. it prompts him to drop it a little, the act, because it's not fooling her, and let it ebb into something a little more real, jax spreading a palm wide as if to prove he's got nothing.

he's not a safe man. he'll never manage to pass at that. but maybe as someone not immediately dangerous. ]

Easy.

[ is the last thing he offers before leaning in, catching the flame. he inhales slowly, leans back with a grunt as he exhales a breath of smoke. ]

Thanks. Lighter's all the way up in the room, and taking the lift up'd take forever.

i'd express my glee icly but her glee only comes in the form of tiny smiles and bedroom domination

[eidetics]

[That's better. Lisbeth doesn't do well with fake pleasantries or facades, would rather see someone for what they are right from the get-go without having to work through layers of bullshit.

Her gaze is sharp as she watches him lean in, following his movements before she tucks the lighter away into the front pocket of her backpack, takes another drag on her cigarette, flicks ash onto the floor.]

You've been here a while. [It's not a question. Lisbeth knows she's not the only newcomer but she also knows they've been bringing people onto this ship for years now.]

jax will take the smiles hold the domination

[kutte]

[ a while. jax shrugs, settles in, apparently convinced his company is welcome. or isn't a complete intrustion. he turns his arm, displays the set of numbers there. ]

Only one jump. Like a month. It's not that much.

[ but it's enough to get the hang of the place, to figure things out. or to get attacked by demons and stomped on, but apparently that's par for the fucking course around here. ]

[eidetics]

[She takes in the numbers, doesn't have to glance down at her own forearm to remember hers. Tattoos are reminders for her, they're important--this one is unwelcome.]

One month is longer than I want to be here.

[kutte]

Longer than anyone wanted to be here, and yet.

[ jax gestures expansively, expression dropping into a frown. he looks pissed. he is pissed. he's got shit to do, and he's cooling his heels here.

he keeps opening his cell phone when he has a spare minute, like he thinks he's going to miss a call from stahl. he's got no signal, but knowing that doesn't help. ]

People keep fucking telling me I'm gonna get used to it.

[eidetics]

[Lisbeth knows, from her perusal of the network, that people don't leave deliberately but they do disappear. That displeases her as much as being dumped here in the first place.]

When people get used to things they stop asking questions. [Which is convenient for the show runners. She chews at the inside of her lip, just below her piercing.]

I don't plan on getting comfortable.