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[TAKHASIS SHADOW JAYDOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color: #191919; -moz-border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; border: solid 3px #537D53; true] when you're feeling alone WORDS: 520, TAG: OPEN, OUTFIT: TAK'S, JO'S, NOTES: NONE Head lice was the worst level of hell, a level of hell he had somehow managed to evade. This time, but it was only a matter of time before it caught up with him to exact revenge. Takhasis tried his best to keep Jo away from the school, it wasn’t the kind of environment he felt his son was ready for just yet, but he didn’t really have much of a choice today. There was no one available on such short notice and he didn’t want Jo at a daycare that said there was a lice scare. Not until it was, without a doubt, clear. He really didn’t have the time or patience to sit and pick through his son’s hair for bugs. Fuck that noise. So Jo was with him for the rest of the day, Takhasis having spent his prep period picking the boy up from the daycare that was supposed to be sanitary but clearly failed in that matter. The boy, as always, sat at his father’s desk coloring in a Transformers coloring book he had brought with him and pretending to write notes like the students and playing with the globe. Spinning the globe around and trying to read the names of the places he landed on but only knowing how to read a select few letters. It was lunch time now and most of the students filed to the cafeteria to escape the rain that was outside. Takhasis followed, not because of the rain but because he had cafeteria duty. It wasn’t the most glorious of jobs but it involved standing around looking scary as fuck which was fine by him. Mind you it was hard to look scary with a four year old with him. It didn’t matter how intimidating Takhasis made himself, Jo was just too dark adorable in the clothes he dressed himself in today and his big smile and his bowl cut. He didn’t really care about much so long as he could color and sit on his father’s lap every now and then and run around a little bit. Right now, as Takhasis leaned against the wall of the front of the cafeteria, Jo ran up and down the middle of the café where the tables were split in half. His arms were outstretched and he was making airplane noises and Takhasis couldn’t help but let himself smile. A small one though, so the students didn’t get the wrong idea. Jo ran back up to his father and tugged on his jeans. “Chocolate milk?”

[/color] Takhasis simply handed him some change so he could go buy himself some. The little boy spun around and started running to buy his chocolate milk and ran right into someone, falling onto his back and smacking his head off of the floor. In an instant the man had pushed himself off of the wall and had his now crying son cradled in his arms. “Be careful!”[/color] His voice was a bit harsher than he intended but this was his son. You couldn’t blame him for being a bit on the aggressive side.


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[ROWAN EZRA CASH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Before making his way down to the cafeteria, Rowan had been speaking to his sister on the phone. The conversation consisted of her talking excitedly and quickly about how she'd gotten engaged the day before to someone she had been with since high school. It was hard for him to even believe that it had happened, and he knew that it was going to take a while before it started to sink in. Watching his brother and sister grow up was bittersweet, and there were times when he wished they were all kids again, despite the fact that they still acted like they were ten. Whenever he went home to visit, his brother couldn't stop himself from playing prank after prank after prank, and his sister usually helped. It didn't bother him at all, though. He had ways of getting back at them, and it was always worse than whatever they did. As he passed a window in the hall, he glanced outside and noticed the students going towards the cafeteria for shelter from the rain. It was always a little amusing to see some of the girls run inside like something was chasing them. When he walked inside the cafeteria, a student came up to him to ask when he was going to post the callbacks for MacBeth. Truthfully, he hadn't made a decision yet on who should be put on the list. They were all really good, so he needed some time to think about it. Instead of telling him that, though, Rowan told him that they would be posted on Monday of next week. He was sure that he would be able to make a choice by then. As soon as the student walked away, he pulled out his cellphone to put it on his calendar. It wasn't that he had a bad memory, he just got so caught up in other things that he tended to forget. While he was walking, he still had his attention focused on his phone, so he didn't notice the child running towards him. He stumbled just a little bit when he ran into him, and it startled him so much that he dropped his phone. When Rowan looked down and saw who had run into him, he gasped and knelt down to make sure he was okay, but someone else beat him to it. He looked at Takhasis apologetically and stood up. "Don't be too harsh on him. That was all my fault. I'm sorry," he admitted, forgetting about what had happened to his phone. "Is the little guy okay? It sounded like he hit his head pretty hard." He felt awful now - he should have been paying attention to where he was going. When he took a second to look around for his phone, he saw that the screen had shattered, and he reached down to pick it up. It was no big deal that it was broken - he could just get another one. Right now he was just worried if he had hurt the kid or not. [/classy] TAG: dee NOTES: nope

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[TAKHASIS SHADOW JAYDOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color: #191919; -moz-border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; border: solid 3px #537D53; true] when you're feeling alone WORDS: IDK, TAG: ROWAN, OUTFIT: TAK'S, JO'S, NOTES: NONE Takhasis was well aware that he was a bit over protective. He was well aware that he might coddle his son. Might work a little too hard at keeping him safe and protected from all of the evils of the world. He just wanted to be the parent his weren’t. He just wanted to keep his son’s life as happy as he could. He didn’t want Jo to know how shitty the world would be just yet. The man was always worried about some leftover piece of his past would come back to haunt him or his son, and the kidnappings of students a few months ago hadn’t at all helped. Takhasis knew he couldn’t protect his son forever but for the time being he would do his best to protect him from what he could. Make sure he was safe from the bumps and bruises and whatever else he could shield the four year old from. So yeah, he was a bit harsher than originally intended when Jo’s head smacked against the cafeteria’s tiles. He cradled his son to his chest while the boy’s face nuzzled into his father’s neck and arms wrapped around each other. Like most men he didn’t really like being corrected, especially on his parenting. So he was a little annoyed when he was told not to be too hard on his son, but it didn’t stay very long. The expression of irritation smoothed into one of simple concern and fondness for his son. He pet the boy’s hair a bit to comfort him and swayed a bit but the kid seemed to be doing fine. Just a little bump. “It’s fine, it’s fine,”

[/color] he sighed, sounding defeated as he adjusted his son in his arms. Jo had stopped crying by now and was using his dad’s shirt to wipe the tears off of his face. Just enjoying that he didn’t have to walk anywhere for the time being. Enjoying the closeness now that his head clearly wasn’t hurting any more. “You got big legs,”[/color] the little boy piped up in a small and almost shy voice. It was good to see that he was alright to make statements that bordered on being a compliment and an insult at the same time. A kid he could be proud of, of that Takhasis could be sure.

“He’s fine,”[/color] the man shrugged off, adjusting the weight in his arms a bit. “I’m fine,”[/color] the boy recited in a sing song voice, removing his father’s sunglasses so he could wear them instead. They were about eight hundred sizes too big but it was cute. Besides, the scar he had running down the right side of left side of his face would give him a few extra badass and scary points that having a four year old boy in his arms took away. He had a reputation to uphold, of course, of being kind of scary.

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