Jackson Foster

Fever.
'Til you sizzle.
What a lovely way to burn... // {SV 18+} #OC #TWDRP #BPRP #NoDMs

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- returned from doin' /some/ thing outside the Post Office walls.

Had anybody seen @_FindThatStar leave?}

@FluidFatality @NoSafeHaven_ @ViciousWeapon @TarnishedStar

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- .@_FindThatStar, and last he'd seen the kid, he was in the kitchen with @NoSafeHaven_, fit as a damn fiddle.}

{muttering} Maybe I just need some sleep.

{Turning on his heel, he made for the elevator, skidding to a sudden stop as a thought occurred to him.

#Carl had --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- double checking the lock panel was green.

Worrying his bottom lip, he dropped his chin to his chest with a sigh, mind ticking over the comings and goings of the Post Office residents. Only one other than him who'd been in and out in the last few hours was --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- {under his breath} Ringin' the dinner bell and nobody's hungry.

{Eagle eyed gaze sweeping from the floor, over the walls to the ceiling, he shook his head, coming up empty. Unsettled, he moved to check the garage's exterior door, running his hands over the seam, --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- his Spidey sense. Didn't much matter what name was attached to it, fact was it had saved his hide more than once.

Brow furrowed, he moved from the shadow to the light, reaching to thump the closest car, alert for shuffling steps and bone chilling moans.

Nothing.} --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

{Holstering his Glock, he stepped from the elevator and into the solitude of the garage, the familiar smell of stale air, exhaust and rubber doing little to quell his nerves.

Something was /off/. He could feel it.

Some folks called it paranoia. His Second had called it --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

@RP_Beezy {chuckling} /That/ guy. Geez, it's been a damn dog's age since I've seen one of his flicks. {ruefully} Or a movie in general. The Dead kinda chuck a monkey wrench into that sorta thing.

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- to visit our Girl in a Box. You wanna come with? @_FindThatStar @ChangedTheWater @CrimesConcierge

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- between @_FindThatStar and @CrimesConcierge, he hooked a thumb towards the door, eyebrows raised.} I was just gonna mosey on down --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- them to @_FindThatStar with an underhand toss.} Found those. Thought you might like to share 'em with your girl.

{Gaze flickering --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- Goin' after your friend Rosita? That took a damn pair, Mister Grimes. Here.

{Pulling the packet of gummy bears free, he sent --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- canted his head, fumbling in his back pocket.}

What your Dad did... Jasmine. Thea. Daryl. That was real brave. But what you did? --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- I know what that's like. Hard as hell to shake those ghosts, and I didn't grow up as the world went sideways.

{Eyeing @_FindThatStar, -

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- life would be just about perfect if she could figure a way to keep me in bubble wrap, inside some kind of airtight container. --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

- either assumin' I was already a weapons wiz, gettin' ready to follow in his footsteps, or they thought like my Momma. The woman thought -

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

- My father was a cop too. {lifting a brow} Well, sort of. An M.P... I remember when I was about your age, just about everyone I knew was -

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

-- .@_FindThatStar a small smile.} Thought it was about time I came to say hello, Mister Grimes. You and I? We have something in common. --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

This a private conversation or can anybody join?

{Standing in the doorway, he pulled off his hat as he stepped inside, offering --

[Jackson Foster @BloodiedStripes]

// #IntoTheFire ~ Pause