[Try as he may, Jet greets the faciliberry screen with a slight scowl on his perfectly cleansed face. In fact, every inch of him is spotless. His clothes, his hair, even his teeth have an almost shiny luster.
Someone discovered the salon floor- specifically the PRT-E bots- and he hadn't been planning on it.]

“Yeah, I remember how this went last time ( Read more... )

“Get plenty of sleep because after this week, this is it. It doesn't matter who we were before now. Tonight we have a common enemy. We are united as one against the Consortium.”

[Jet takes a quiet breathe. The freedom fighter had come a long way to get there. No longer is he the boy playing adult to a bunch of children just as lost as he was, if he ( Read more... )

“WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!”

[SMASH. The video opens to Jet shoving Soul against the wall, hands clenching the other male in trembling fury.]

“Maka just died Soul, and that's you're response?! I'm not even dating her anymore and I care more than you- SNAP OUT OF IT!!”

[Jet turns his head in disgust when he sees the berry recording him. Great. Just ( Read more... )

“Much as I'm all for rebelling- I think it's better to follow what Val says this time around. ”

[Sure enough, in Jet's arms is a bundle of fur wrapped tightly in the swaddling of his orange over shirt. What's visible of the critter beneath the layers of over-sized clothing is a stray leg, halfway bandaged. It's rolled up against his chest positively ( Read more... )

“I expect this sort of thing from the interns, but not you, Val. What are you up to?”

[Though he supposes he is thankful you didn't put him up on that chopping block.]

“I don't like not knowing what happens to the losers. At least with winning we know food is involved; if anyone has any spare cash I'd use it on anyone left behind. Saw a few of you ( Read more... )

”Aa-Acheing chest, h-handful of teeth- doesn't this [breathe] bring back memories?”

[Jet's hair is flattened, soaking wet, his shirt is draped over his shoulders and in his bleeding palms he holds four unmistakable little incisors.]

“Geeze Soul- f-file these things down at all? D-Didn't think souls needed to be crushed like rocks.”

[You kiss anyone ( Read more... )

[Over in the biodome, Jet is joining the muttering crew aboard the network, only his speech doesn't sound as panicked as most others have been. He repeats the same phrase over and over, mulling over it like a mantra.]

“Remember why you fight. Remember why you fight. Remember why you fight.”

[He pauses to wipe at the sweat, with a blood soaked hand, ( Read more... )

“So I was thinking... what's the kind of thing you expect to hear from someone who's supposed to be dead? Then I remembered something..”

[The video flickers on.]

“Actions speak louder than words~”

[Jet peers into the camera, his smirk as incorrigible as ever. He's fiddling with his collar, trying to get a good view of the numbers on it. His attention ( Read more... )

[The camera begins with Jet standing quietly beside an alcove, the beginnings of a small reddish brown bruise blossoming on his forehead. He opens his mouth, then stops. Looks up, takes a few more steps forward... and then quietly regards the screen.]

“Think I know what's going on here.”

[He would like to say he KNOWS what's going on here, but with ( Read more... )

"I don't know about you guys, but I haven't noticed any changes this week. It's about that time, isn't it? Anyone seen any new arrivals yet?"

[Jet's chilling out in the Biodome, been a while since he came out to his favorite hangout spot without a cloud of depression hanging over his head.]“Kirika, Hanna, Raven... Death. How are you faring? You've ( Read more... )