Regulation and Control

( Owl to Jaden Dorny )

Who: Jaden Dorny, Dexter Cadwallader and Oliver Mendes (NPC)
Where: The Cynic offices in Shoreditch
When: Wednesday 24 July, morning
What: Dexter stops by Jaden's office to complain about a recent article ran on the Department of Regulation
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete

( See, there's this thing we call a thesaurus... )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Jaden Dorny. Cameo by Buttercup Tuor.
What: Maps.
Where: Rabbit’s flat, Liverpool.
When: Sunday, 20 July
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed; incomplete

“Oh bloody fucking hell, Bit! Gag me, why don’t you.”

Rabbit laughed, smirking against Jaden’s mouth, purposely not pulling away after Buttercup’s outcry. As if he hadn’t picked her up two nights ago, drunk and half-naked, after storming into a bar and punching some asshole pervert hard enough to leave him with a bruised hand.

Stepping back, only for Jaden’s benefit, he turned to his sister and said, quite pointedly and sounding more like her dad than was healthy, “You’re going to be late for work. Did you grab the lunch I made for you?”

“Aye,” she muttered, holding up a brown paper bag pointedly before coming over to the pair and clearing her throat loudly.

“Buttercup, this is Jaden , the guy I was telling you about. Jaden, my baby sister, Buttercup.”

“Y’know I didn’t mean it about needing a gag, right?” She offered as an introduction, holding out her hand before turning to her brother and adding, without a hint of shame, “Fuck, he’s cute.”

“Watch the language.”

( Owl package to Jaden Dorny )

Who: Jaden Dorny and Rabbit Tuor
Where: The Isle of Skye, Scotland
When: Saturday 19 July, late afternoon-late night
What: Hill-climbing. Beach walking. Whisky drinking. Lots of questions. Apple cigarettes.
Rating: R; non-descriptive sex and bad language
Status: Closed; complete; part one

The difference in temperature between Jaden and Rabbit's last date and this one was considerably high; the wind was sharper, fresher, and while the sun was bright, it did not radiate any warmth except when it chose to shine directly in their faces.

( I am a cheesy, grizzly loser, and I’m proud to admit that )

( Owl package to Jaden Dorny )

( Owl Package to Rabbit Tuor )

Who: Jaden Dorny and Rabbit Tuor
Where: Morocco. No, seriously.
When: Saturday 13th July, late afternoon to late night
What: Rabbit promised to take Jaden to Morocco. Er, apparently he wasn't joking.
Rating: PG-13; grown men like to make out too (and swearing)
Status: Closed; complete

"Do you know how to speak French?" Jaden asked, scratching the back of his neck as they wound their slow way into the market, the yellow, desert sand scuffing up the sides of his sneakers, creating a weird kind of dusty cloud behind them as they walked. The air was hot but it was not thick - it smelled of smoke and spices and it was full of loud noises - talking, laughter, shouting... chickens. "Apparently it's the second best known language here, and I certainly don't speak Arabic." He glanced at a snake that was winding its way across a table, apparently oblivious to the crowds of people milling through the tight alleyway.

( You shameless flirt )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Jaden Dorny
What: Rabbit took Jaden’s exclamation of ‘fuck me’ literally, and while no fucking went down (he’s a gentleman), dinner did. And drinking.
Where: A greek restaurant in Liverpool, and then Rabbit’s flat nearby.
When: Thursday, July 10 2008. (backdated)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete; long.

( There was touching, but only with hands. It was in the middle of the fucking day – I was terrified! )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Jaden Dorny
What: Rabbit took Jaden’s exclamation of ‘fuck me’ literally, and while no fucking went down (he’s a gentleman), dinner did. And drinking.
Where: A greek restaurant in Liverpool, and then Rabbit’s flat nearby.
When: Thursday, July 10 2008. (backdated)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete; long.
It figured that Rabbit would get his hands greasy right before a date. After actually taking the time to scrape the dirt from under his nails, more appeared. But sometimes dirt was alright.

( They call me Razzledazzle. If you want to see my show, I can get you a discount. But only if you wear a kilt and cleats )

Who: Jaden Dorny and Oliver Mendes (NPC)
Where: Jaden's flat in Stoke Newington
When: January 2008, early morning
What: A small drabble between co-workers.
Rating: Very light R for sexuality
Status: Closed; narrative
Notes: I've started doing all of my childhood drabbles for Ruth, but somehow this tiny little scene wanted to pop out first. I hate it when my NPCs demand living space in my head.

( they say heartbreak is good for the skin, but all it's helped is my drinking )