like a bullet.

[matheus liddell.]

{tag jacob}
possible [w]
ooc: sorry if the beginning post is... short.

DAMN!

MATHEUS HAD A headache. A bad one. She was almost sure it had nothing to do with the fact that... she'd be meeting with Jacob soon. Certainly not. They had... sorted stuff out. She and Jacob were the best of friends. Two halves of a whole. Matheus preferred that. She liked that. That was good. So why the headache? Running a nervous hand through her dark, wavy hair the girl took three jogging steps through the trees before breaking into a full-out sprint.

AH. RUNNING. IT was possible the only free feeling Matheus felt she had anymore. It was a beautiful thing, that. The fact that she could run and run forever without loosing adrenaline or speed. Free. When she cleared the overgrown brush and trees her running slowed to a jog until she found herself walking across the large open field.

The Lupanar.

AT LEAST HER headache was gone - running seemed to cure that quite often. Her dark brown eyes, nearly black, scanned the area. Where was Jacob? Wasn't he... supposed to be meeting her rather than the other way around? Taking a few more cautious steps forward the girl wrinkled her nose up and sniffed idly. "Jacob." She said, knowing that no matter how quiet she said it he would hear. He was pack - pack always heard. Crossing her dainty arms, the young girl cocked her head to the side a bit, and waiting. Oh yes, he'd get an earful about this; why did he always keep her waiting?

[jacob danvers.]

{JACOB DANVERS.}
shirt | shorts | shoes | watch

It was a nice day out, cool enough where walking down the block wouldn’t cause you to sweat and warm enough to be in shorts and a t-shirt, well for Jake at least. Most of the population was pulling out the sweatshirts at this time of year, but he never seemed to get too cold; when it got well below freezing, that was when you would see him with a sweatshirt, anything above and it was just a light t-shirt, possibly with an undershirt. Today had been a good day so far and the rest of his schedule looked promising, Jake was meeting up with one of his fellow Lukoi, Matheus, and there was never a dull time with her. The two definitely had history and it was part of what made their friendship so strong and remarkable.

He was supposed to be meeting Math in about forty-five minutes at Lupanar, which wasn’t too far from his current location; if he needed to, he could get there within a minute in a flat out sprint, hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. Jake stepped into the café on the corner and ordered a small coffee to go, just to kill time. Once his coffee was brewed and paid for, he grabbed the cup and left the restaurant in search of a place to sit outside on this beautiful day. An empty bench caught his attention and he went and sat down with his coffee in hand. Jacob allowed himself to slip into a bit of a daydream like state, his thoughts taking over him as he began to ponder some of the mysteries of his life. Why had he allowed his mom to go out all by herself on that fateful day? Why hadn’t he taken care of his two now-dead siblings? The questions just kept on piling up and he had not one answer. Yes, Jake did blame himself for what happened to his family, even though his father and the few other people that knew had told him that there was nothing that he could have done to change fate, but there was always something.

He pressed the Styrofoam cup to his lips and drank half of the coffee which was now cool enough to chug if he felt like, but now was a time of relaxation, not rushing. Jake was here to take his sweet time and that was exactly what he planned to do. The male glanced at his watch and smiled at the fact that he still had twenty minutes before he had to be at Lupanar. His thoughts wandered aimlessly to weekend happenings to Matheus and the oh-so interesting story behind the two of them. If some big Hollywood producer heard of their history, he might think of it as an extremely good script - interesting and unexpected. A familiar voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, ’Jacob…’ Oh shit. His eyes flickered to the silver Rolex watch that his father had given him for his sixteenth birthday and muttered several curses under his breath. He was late.

Jacob wasn’t normally late, but whenever he was supposed to meet Matheus somewhere, he always was and he most definitely always felt guilty for being the late one. He stood up quickly and threw his empty coffee cup into the outdoor trash can and began jogging quickly through the crowd of people, once in the open, he would run. Several people glared at him after he accidentally bumped into them, but no one was throwing much of a fit so he didn’t slow down. Once Jake escaped from the hordes of people, he cut across a vacant lot at a flat out sprint, dirtying his brown shoes - which weren’t exactly the best running shoes. Once across the lot, he ducked under a low branch and was running through the lush forest, his destination just on the other side. If any other person had been running at this speed, he or she would have tripped over one of the many roots or would be sweating their asses off, Jake however, was used to this type of terrain and physical activity.

Swatting away some outstretched branches, Jacob finally spotted the light at the end of the tunnel, Lupanar was in sight. With his pace slowing down, he reached the edge of the trees and spotted his friend immediately. She was standing alone in the middle of the field, looking a little disgruntled. A sigh was released just as he stepped out into the field, stepping silently closer to her; Jacob knew that she probably already detected his presence, but he didn’t let that thought ruin his fun. He stepped behind her, his breathing quiet and almost nonexistent, oh how much fun was this guessing game. His oversized, tanned hands moved in and covered Matheus’ eyes, “Guess who?” he whispered into his friend’s ear, a wide grin spreading across his face. Jake didn’t even try to disguise his voice, at this close of range; she would be able to tell who he was without even a second thought.