[Gemma Gatsby]

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loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds

[attr="class","sixShpost"] The sound of seagulls over head melded with the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks and the shore. Gemma's tattoo still stung from trying to ignore the fifteen text messages and two missed calls. She didn't want to be here. If they were going to force her to track down some other Gifted kid why didn't they just pair her up with her sister? Gemma and Grace made an amazing team. When Gemma actually decided to join a hunt. [break][break]

Admittedly she wasn't normally paired with anyone as it was. So why she was suddenly being paired with someone else was beyond her. They hadn't even told Gemma who she was going to be working with. What if they didn't work well together? What if they didn't get along?[break][break]

Admittedly, she was trying to think of any excuse she could just to get out of doing this. She'd been perfectly happy cleaning her house. As she looked down at her phone again Gemma checked the time that seemed to be going by endlessly slow. She was told be meet her new "partner" down at the beach and their assignment would be explained to them then. Which meant whoever it was also had no idea who they were working with or what they were doing. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. This was exactly how business needed to be handled. Absolutely no other logical point of congruence. [break][break]

Still, she sighed with annoyance and shoved her phone back into the pocket of her shorts. At least this was an excuse for her to come down to the beach. The sun felt nice on her skin and it was always relaxing just sitting near the water listening to the waves and the wind and those greedy, greedy bastard seagulls. Gemma moved closer to the shore and picked up a few small beach stones along the way. The place was pretty much empty. Save for a few families having some fun further down. But they were far enough to be little more than colorful tiny blobs in her vision. And she couldn't even hear them save for a few delighted squeals every so often. [break][break]

Gemma ran the pad of her thumb over the smooth surface of one rock. She brushed away some of the sand particles quickly before it began floating above her hand. With a quick flick of her wrist the little beach rock went soaring towards and across the water. Bouncing over the surface of it a few times before it finally sank below. If this new partner didn't show up soon Gemma was going to run out of rocks to throw in the water.

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[Dane Wayland]

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BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME

i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

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[attr="class","lizardstripe-text"]There was nothing Dane hated more than being assigned a partner. [break][break]

For his part, he'd made great efforts over the years (since Dino's death) to make the idea of pairing him up with someone unappealing. What partners didn't end up KIA were sure to throw fits with whatever person was unlucky enough to seem the closest thing to "Guild HR". He was impossible. Brutish. A loose cannon. Untrustworthy. In fact, Dane was almost certain that being thrown together with him had recently become some sort of punishment for fellow Guild members. Not exactly a threat but more like a... slight. What an insult it was, after all, to be put at his level. To be grouped with his likes. [break][break]

Oh well. Dane decided he'd make the best of it. It could be fun. He'd even decided to pick up two coffees for them; ready to start the partnership off on the right foot. It didn't promise they'd get along or that he'd even try to, but it was an attempt. A rare olive branch.[break][break]

Now he walked the boardwalk toward a lone figure picked out against the shoreline. With everyone else that he passed paired off or in small, happy family units, he suspected this was who he was intended to meet. As he got closer, he could recognize it was a woman; a short and slim brunette gazing out into the ocean. He breathed a small sigh of relief. At least it wasn't Wolfhound. And he tended to get along with female partners more than male. ("Getting along" was a stretch. They tended to dislike him just as much if not more than men. But there were fewer fatalities.) Maybe someone was taking note. [break][break]

He stepped from the boardwalk and across the sand, stifling an irritated scoff at the feel of it shifting under his shoes. He'd dressed for a hunting assignment not for a beach day and it was going to be particularly annoying if he had to empty his socks later (or worse, track the stuff into his apartment — blood was fine, but sand? He had to draw a line somewhere.) [break][break]

As he got even closer, there was a bit of dawning familiarity about the figure that tugged a starting frown at the corners of his mouth. She wasn't only short, she was very short. Her outline became more and more distinguishable with each step. He slowed and started a groan low in his throat, eventually lifting it at the end into a call. "Gem?" [break][break]

Why? Just who was being punished? Her or him? [break]
He had a feeling it was him. [break][break]

He waited until she turned. And when her eye caught his, he knew at once that he just couldn't help himself. Years and years of annoying her — tempting her — just couldn't be unlearned. He deliberately tossed the second cup of coffee right to the sand, unblinking and stride unchanged as he continued toward her, then raised his own cup to his lips for a purposely-indulgent sip. "Whose idea was this, I wonder? Your Daddy's or mine?" He smacked loudly and then grinned wide. "Thought you were hanging up your hunting heels?"
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you crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
Give me a nudge for any changes!

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma didn't mind being the first to show up. Especially for meeting with a new partner. Not that she'd been assigned with new ones often, especially since she stopped hunting as much. But still, it gave her some time to clear her head and mentally prepare. She didn't want to be a vicious bitch right off the bat. No, that venom could sink in later. So she stood near the edge of the shore, bouncing stones off the water. Until she heard an all too familiar voice ring out from behind her.[break][break]

For a moment Gemma paused. Her last stone still in hand as she worked over the fact that it was not Dane Wayland standing behind her right now. That's not who she was coming to meet for her new partner. Gemma adored Dane. She really did. She also really, really wanted to smash his stupid face in most of the time. He was brash and reckless and loud and so damn annoying! There was a reason he ran through partners quicker than she ran through drinks at the club.[break][break]

Finally she turned to face him with an all too annoyed grin on her pink painted lips. "Daney baby!" She greeted all too cheerily as the palm sized stone in her hand began to grow to roughly the size of a baseball. Mostly because she imagined the kind of knot it would leave on his forehead if she dinged him just once with it.[break][break]

"There's my good boy!" She called like an affectionate owner to their dog. Just as much as it was ingrained in his system to annoy her it was just as deeply ingrained in her as well. Watching him toss the coffee made her give a firm scowl as she tsked him scoldingly. "Now Dane, it's not good to be a litter bug," she insisted though she didn't actually care. Still, Gemma threw the rock back down as she moved closer with her arms crossed under her chest. At least he hadn't made a joke about her being a run away from the chocolate factory.[break][break]

"You know that's a very good question," she said thought fully as she got closer. If they were both being stuck together it was likely a combined effort from both of their fathers. "Not...officially," much as she would like to. And not like to. It was...complicated. Gemma didn't like complicated. So instead of thinking about it she pressed the tip of her finger against the bottom of his coffee cup with a playful smile before it launched to the left of them.[break][break]

Flying across the beach much further than it would have on its own. Spilling its contents on the sand before the cup landed itself. The entire time her eyes never left Dane's. "My those cups can be slippery, I guess you weren't trying to litter after all."

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[Dane Wayland]

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BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME

i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

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[attr="class","lizardstripe-text"]Gemma turned and, for a brief moment, there was a wrestle of emotion within him. Admittedly, he was both warmed and pleased to see the older Gatsby girl. It'd been a while. And though the sight of her undoubtedly spurred some instinctual (and long-nurtured) want to bitch and groan, the truth was that she and Grace were as much of home to him as his mother was. As Dino had been. They were monuments in his life, present far longer than absent; stones that didn't break or weather as others did when he washed over them gratingly. [break][break]

But those "nicer" feelings fell slightly wayside as they tipped seamlessly into familiar, well-trodden territory. The stone in her fingers grew in size, looking more weapon than idle play-thing, and she greeted him in a lilted coo that he might have used to praise Snowcone. It would have been annoying. Goading, even. If it had been anyone else. But this was par for the course for them. And he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of winding him up so easily. So, instead, he only grinned cheekily and tipped his head. "I am wagging my tail," he mused, sarcasm airy rather than barbed. [break][break]

The stone dropped (phew). She chastised him for littering (insincere). Admitted she didn't know whose father was responsible for their pairing (he wasn't surprised). Then she claimed her hunting heels weren't "officially" shelved (oh?).[break][break]

Dane pursed his lips thoughtfully. The last time he'd spoken to Grace, it'd been mentioned that Gemma had taken a break and he'd made a joking snub about Grace taking her place as Guild heir. He wondered what that situation looked like now. And what the younger Gatsby made of it. In his experience, Grace wasn't the type of person you could dangle something desirable in front of only to take it away without expecting some sort of fit.[break][break]

He didn't have time to linger in the thought. Gemma finished bridging the space between them and, with a sneaking smirk, touched a finger to the cup held in his hand. As if pulled by an abrupt and powerful force, the coffee tore from his fingers and launched sidelong down the beach. As much as he wanted to hold the Gatsby's challenging look — to subject himself to a stare-off with unflinching dedication — he pulled his eye slowly sidelong to watch the cup's impressive sail through the air. When it bounced across the sand he clucked his tongue. "That was like... a whole six dollars," he breathed forlornly, lip jutting into a pout.[break][break]

Face abruptly clearing, he snapped his gaze back to her. "Give me your phone, I'm Venmo-ing myself right now," he demanded, eyes dropping to probe at her pockets greedily even as he spoke. He spotted it and plucked it free before she could react. Lifting it between them, he immediately let it slip from his fingers and to the beach. It hit the sand with a dull thud and he raised a brow, lip twitching. "Woops."[break][break]

The key to handling either Gatsby sister was to move quickly; to pick a course of action — preferably without showing any indication of doing so — then doing your damnedest to see it done as fast as possible. There could be no hesitating or second-guessing. They were crafty. Powerful. And Dane had been knocked on his ass (and thrown in the air, laid flat, bludgeoned, pushed down stairs and from trees, voided, straight-up decked in the nose, etc.) by the both of them enough times to know this very well. It was pedal to the metal or nothing at all. If you didn't land the first hit perfectly, it was unlikely you'd get the chance to throw a second. [break][break]

So he didn't give her even a moment to read the devious intention that flickered across his face. As soon as his brow leaped and his lip tugged, he attacked; ducking and shoving against her with the intent to grapple. He looped one arm around the back of both her knees and hoisted, upending her over a shoulder and securing her there with his other arm across her ribs. Keeping his momentum — knowing full well the window between her surprise and struggle was dangerously minimal at best — he pushed off in a desperate sprint toward the sea.[break][break]

His step became fleetingly awkward as his shoes squelched into wet sand but he managed to keep his footing. Only a couple of minutes earlier, the feel of cold water washing into his socks and soaking into the shins of his pants would have made him scoff, but he trudged forward without a thought to it now. It no longer mattered — what did matter, was that she'd likely hate it much more than him.[break][break]

A small wave washed toward them and, with a wicked laugh of anticipation — eyes widening — he toppled the both of them into it.

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you crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
The sense of self-preservation on this dude when it comes to them, amirite?? At least he thought of her phone (the man's stupid, not suicidal lolol). Lemme know if I should make changes, tweak any details, or if this whole trainwreck of a post isn't okay~

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loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds

[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma was as protective over Dane as she was over Grace. And really she loved him just as much as well. No matter how often he might frustrate her or irritate her. No matter how often they squabbled and purposefully got under each others skin he was as much family to her as her sister. And for as much as she adored and supported him as well there was something inside of her that hadn't quite grown out of that "common enemy" mentality. But as much as he irritated her sometimes there was a sort of comfort and fun in constantly poking at each other.[break][break]

As far as Gemma was concerned Grace could have the Guild. She hadn't wanted to have that kind of part in it in some time. But their father seemed to have other ideas. Maybe it was the fact that he thought Grace might be too immature. Or maybe he just didn't like the idea of his oldest daughter defecting even a little bit. Or he just had plans that he didn't like the girls changing. Gemma would never pretend to know the inner workings of her fathers head. What she did know however was that stopping wasn't as easy as it seemed.[break][break]

But that was easy to forget for the moment as she watched Dane watch his coffee soar across the beach. "Oh, boo," she responded with mock sympathy when he made the claim on how much the coffee had cost. As if he hadn't just tossed one himself a moment ago. If she wasn't getting coffee no one was. "Write a report about it."[break][break]

His insistence that she give him her phone made Gemma scoff. No one took her phone. "Gent bent," she responded until he began prodding her pockets for the phone. Gemma slapped and did her best to swat his hands away but the top of her phone was already poking out of one of her pockets. Damn womens bottoms and their shitty pockets. "Dane!" Her tone was a warning as soon as he grabbed her phone. Just because he was a full foot taller than her didn't mean she couldn't still take his ass down. As he dropped her phone in the sand she gave him an unamused stare. "Very mature."[break][break]

Though she kept her eyes on him as she leaned over to grab her phone she wasn't expecting him to suddenly lift her and throw her over his shoulder. Gemma barely had time to suck in a sharp gasp before he suddenly started running. Her first reaction was to grip the back of his shirt for a split second before she kicked her legs. Aiming for his stomach or side or anything she could hit as she tried to squirm out of his arms. Before she could even make a demand for him to put her down though cold, salty water crashed over both of them.[break][break]

As soon as the water touched her back Gemma took a deep breath as they both toppled over in the water. She closed her eyes tight and pushed up from the water. Luckily it was still shallow enough for her to stand up in. She took a breath as soon as her head breached the surface. Her long brown hair matted down heavily. She pushed her hair from her face as she wiped away the water. "Dane Wayland!" She shrieked as she flicked water from her finger tips. Of course he was laughing. Of course he found this hilarious.[break][break]

With an angry huff she leapt at him and gripped his shoulders. She used her weight with a jump to shove him back under the water. It felt like they were kids again.

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BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME

i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

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[attr="class","lizardstripe-text"]Dane broke from the surf with a triumphant gasp, tossing his head back and immediately grinning wide as he pushed to his feet. So close to the shore, the water only came to just above his knees, but the swell of the tide and its crashing waves still grabbed at him, threatening to topple as it pulled and pushed. Salty water stung at his eyes and he could feel it seeping unforgivingly into a couple of almost-but-not-quite-healed cuts but the burn was far from unbearable and he didn't spare it any mind. [break][break]

Gemma emerged a second later, sucking in a shocked breath and shoving to her feet. Her dark hair hung in a single, dripping curtain that plastered over her eyes and across her cheeks and she wiped it from her face with a furious shriek. All Dane could do was cackle in response, flicking his own wet hair from his forehead. Her revenge would be swift and brutal, he knew it, but he also knew he'd take it on the chin with a cheeky smile. No matter what she did to him now, it would be worth it. With an angry huff and angrier eyes, she lunged, and he tried to stumble out of reach but failed. "Hey, we're even now!" He laughed out as she leaped and shoved him down by the shoulders. [break][break]

With her tiny frame and his experience with it, it should have been laughably easy to withstand the assault and keep his feet under him. But with the shifting sand, the added weight of water soaking them both, and the helpful current that yanked against his legs, he folded. "Truce, Gem! Truce, truce, tr—" his protests went unheeded and the babbling cut off abruptly as she laid him out and dunked him under. He felt himself sink into the sand under her weight and struggled against it. When he managed to lurch forward and break the surface, he started a laughing splutter, "Okay, okay! I went —" back under he went, struggling again, and his hands clasped at the wrists at his shoulders, "I went too far, I agree!" He finished when he could, shoving against her with the intent to roll them both sidelong and get her under him. As soon as he had, he scrambled back and leaped away, wary of aimed knees and kicking feet. They always had very good aim. Breathless and between pants, he cracked another grin. "Anyway — nice to see ya, how've ya been?"[break][break]

Not waiting for an answer, he waded further out, not only hoping to clear some of the wet sand now buried in his clothes but to seek deeper water where he might have the advantage of height (should she decide she wasn't finished seeking revenge). When he was up to his chest, he turned and fell back so he was floating with his chin skimming the sea's surface. "Can I safely assume we're totally blowing off this assignment today?"

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Another trainwreck lmaooo; give me a nudge for any changes!

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Dane was one person who knew better than most others, there was no even with the Gatsby sisters. There were winners and there were losers. And the Gatsby girls were not raised to be losers. While Gemma wasn't quite as wild and violent about it as she used to be, as Grace was, it wasn't an easy habit to break. She barely listened to him talking. Calling for a truce, saying he'd gone too far. She didn't care. He was going to feel her wrath. Gemma knew had they been in deeper water or on dry land Dane would have had the upper hand. But even that had never stopped her before.[break][break]

As he finally managed to get away from her onslaught Gemma gave him a few splashes for good measure. Now they were both soaking wet. Covered in salt water and wet sand that was going to get them covered in more sand once they were out of the water. She didn't follow him deeper when he moved back. Gemma simply glared at him for a moment then couldn't help the laugh that bubbled past her lips after a moment. "I don't even remember what the assignment was," she laughed as she wiped more water from her face.[break][break]

Her eyes stung and had turned a slight red color from the water that had splashed in them. Her nose stung as well from breathing some of it in between dunking him and the waves still moving around them. "You're such an ass," not the first time he's heard that. Especially not from her. But her tone, while still mildly irritated, betrayed more playfulness and affection. She could still pull him under water without having to touch him. Given she'd already grabbed him enough times activating her gift would be easy. But she wanted to get him when he least expected it.[break][break]

"Wonder how angry our dads are going to be," she said thoughtfully with a playful grin. As irritating as he was this was a hundred times better than going to hunt down some poor Gifted for something they can't control. Or maybe they could. Sometimes Gifteds were dangerous. "You're buying me something to eat."

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[Dane Wayland]

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BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME

i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

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[attr="class","lizardstripe-text"]Dane tipped his chin and shimmied his shoulders as she called him names, proud to wear the badge of honor. It was nothing new and she'd called him plenty worse on numberless occasions — during the types of fights that were far more serious and heated than a harmless splash in the water. He chuckled when she commented that their intended assignment was already forgotten about. "Oh, who cares what it was. Another Gifted will live another day and you know what, good for them — I hope they make the most of it." His tone was flippant and unconcerned as he focused on moving his limbs and trying to shake free the sand that'd embedded in his clothes. [break][break]

"Besides, how much could they really expect to get done when they put us together after so long?" He snorted, wading back in her direction when she showed no signs of continuing her assault. He stood when he could, water cascading from the heavy clothes that clung to his frame. "Are you afraid of a little punishment? A little tickle from your itty-bitty-kitty tattoo?" He jutted his lips in a mocking pout, eyes glittering as he made a noise of sympathy in his throat. Then he laughed, brow leaping, when she said he'd be feeding her — not asking or suggesting, but simply stating it as a fact. "You want to go get food? Like this?" He snorted and shook his head, then began trudging back toward the shore. Then he paused, attention snapping to her as he was struck by an idea. [break][break]

"Hey, there's a place that sells those tacky, tourist t-shirts and whatnot on the boardwalk. Shall we pick up a quick change of clothes?" He waggled his brow, lip quirking with a clear challenge. "I'll wear what you pick out for me if you wear what I pick out for you." He suppressed another laugh, trying to imagine Gemma's grumbling disdain at wearing an airbrushed t-shirt — far too big for her, of course — with some horrific slang and questionable graphics. Maybe he could sniff out a pair of novelty sunglasses as well. Some awful sock and sandal combo. "Then we can go get you a kid's meal."

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you crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Another Gifted with get to live to see another day. That thought made her chest feel warm. It made her feel better than it should knowing they weren't going to track down some poor soul and snuff them out because of something they couldn't help. Another person would be allowed to see another day. If they were actually a danger let the Sector take care of it. What other good were they anyway? Though undoubtedly their fathers were going to be angry with them but who cared? Certainly not Dane. As he made fun of her tattoo Gemma gave him a threatening smile. Eyes narrowed and sharp as a blades edge. "You know I could just toss you out further into the ocean." She warned. Being far too kind in giving him that warning as it was. All she wanted to do was get back to her car and get changed.[break][break]

She began wading out of the water with a look of disgust as her shoes sank into the disgusting wet sand that felt like moving through gritty pudding. Only to pause as he mentioned getting clothes at one of those tourist vendors. Gemma had a change of clothes in the trunk of her car. She always kept one in case of any emergency. What if she got rained on? Or got blood on her? Or if some annoying little brat decided to drag her into the sea?[break][break]

She opened her mouth at first to tell him no. That he could get his own clothes because she wasn't going to put on whatever god awful shit he was going to put her in. But then she took a moment to rethink. They also sold booty shorts with words written on the butt of them like Kitten or Juicy. And she knew she could find one that sold some crocheted croptops made of hemp that were always way too itchy. And a smile broke across her lips.[break][break]

"Deal," she settled on with an all too sickly sweet smile. "But I'm not getting a kids meal," she asserted as she continued to move out of the water before she was toppled over by another wave. It was already hard to move as it was. "You're the one that's the child," once she was out she did her best to wring the water out of her hair. It was fine. She would only have to be soaked for a while longer. She was just glad she didn't tend to wear as heavy clothing as he did. She wondered if she could find a pair of pumps in his size.[break][break]

"Come on, boy! Come on!" She called as she pat the tops of her thighs. As if encouraging a puppy back home. "Who wants a treat? Let's go!"

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BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME

i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

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[attr="class","lizardstripe-text"]Dane only shot her a daring smirk as she trudged by him with a sharp, toying threat. He was used to such warnings — more used to accepting them as challenges and taunting them to eventual fruition. As soon as he'd recognized her on the shore, he'd guessed their reunion would likely end with him tossed somewhere inconvenient. Stranded on top of a high building with no rooftop access or left hugging desperately to the thin, high branches of a tree. It was just how it went. He'd deal with it when it happened. And he'd be damned before he learned a single thing from it. There would never be any "treading carefully" around the Gatsby sisters, not from him. [break][break]

At his suggestion of picking out their new outfits, he watched the considerations flicker across her face. The initial want to immediately refuse him, the way her lips pressed back together only a moment later as she thought more, and then finally the cloying smile that pulled at her mouth when she agreed (no doubt imagining what absurdity she could put him through). "Excellent," he purred, satisfied (though he'd known, just like her sister, Gemma wasn't like to turn down a challenge). [break][break]

Standing on the shore and wringing out her hair, she started again with the puppy coos and Dane's step slowed as he shot her a simmering look through narrowed eyes. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, voice sounding suspiciously like a threat of his own as he lifted his brow and nodded slow. "You want a dog? That's what you want?" He pursed his lips and shrugged, casting a quick look down the beach before he raised his hands before him. "Okay. You asked for it." [break][break]

In a brief flash of light, Snowcone knit together between them, immediately huffing in alarm as she snuffled about the water that soaked her to her belly. "Look Snow, who's that?" Dane chirped cheerily, pointing in Gem's direction and smiling wide as the mastiff's head swiveled. The dog's recognition and answering excitement was immediate; her ears perked, she gave an inquisitive whiffle, and her whole body began to sway with the wag of her tail. "Go get her!" She shot off, splashing through the shallows with a happy bark, liable to try and topple the Gatsby girl and attempt to cover her in slobbery kisses and sneezing sniffs. Dane followed more slowly, snickering smugly as he imagined the long, sopping hair Snowcone would leave clinging behind wherever she touched. He hoped she reeked like wet dog. [break][break]

As he came onto the shore, Dane shrugged out of his dripping jacket and began to wring it out, giving a testing pat to all its pockets. Phone, done for. He hadn't been careful enough to think of his own, only smart enough to know ruining Gemma's would be unforgivable. Wallet, still there. Nice. He tried kicking as much water from his legs as he could and then tossed the jacket over his shoulder, wincing at the slap of it against his back. "You wanna send selfies to Grace and ask her to decide who's Best Dressed? Which would you hate more? Fish, shark, or lobster flip-flops? I'm betting they have all three."

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[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma knew inevitably he would be prepared to find himself plastered to a ceiling, stuck on some high roof of a building with no option of getting down other than taking a leap of faith, or hanging on to some sturdy branch or streetlight as he fought floating farther into the air. Maybe this time she could tie a string to him. Walk him around like some kind of annoying balloon. But Dane hardly ever seemed to fear the consequences for his actions. Even when facing those consequences. And was always hard pressed to learn anything from them other than how he could make them funnier. [break][break]

As he asked if she wanted a dog however, Gemma's eyes narrowed. She had a feeling he was going to summon something but she wasn't sure if he was going to charge a team of huskies after her or maybe some annoying little yipping chihuahuas that would bite at her ankles. Instead though she was greeted by a big familiar mastiff that made her eyes light up. "Hi Snow!" If she were being honest Gemma had to thank Dane in some way for her love of big dogs. [break][break]

When they were younger Gemma was terrified of dogs, especially big ones. She's never been a large girl and the creatures found it way too easy to topple her over. All snarling sharp teeth, vicious claws, snapping jaws, and worst of all the slobber. It was awful! At least as far as she used to think. But she'd refused to let him have any kind of one up on her because of some silly little fear. And it hadn't taken her that long to just fall in love with Snowcone. She still wasn't a fan of the slobber or getting covered in fur but those were sacrifices she was willing to make now. [break][break]

Gemma leapt out of the way as the big, wet beast bounded towards her. Just missing getting toppled back onto the sand. Though it then turned into a game of the excited pooch bouncing and chasing her as Gemma continued to jump just out of her way. "There's my pretty girl, my sweet angel," she cooed affectionately as she finally settled enough and grounded herself to allow Snow to jump on her. The dogs paws easily rested on her shoulders as she covered her face in slobbery wet kisses making Gemma pinch her eyes closed as she pet her hand over dry patches of fur on her back. "I missed you too, princess," she laughed out between turning her head to avoid getting the dogs tongue in her mouth or up her nose. [break][break]

She nudged her back down on all fours but continued petting around her neck and over her back. Not caring terribly if she also smelled like wet dog. She already smelled like ocean water. "How dare you make my baby get all wet like that?" She admonished as if Snow belonged to her. "I hope you swallowed fish pee," she huffed before turning back to Snow with more affectionate cooing.[break][break]

Eventually she stopped petting her long enough to pick up her phone that still sat in the sand. Her hands now much dryer after rubbing them through thick fur. "Of course I'm going to send pictures to Grace," she said with a grin as she pulled her phone camera up just in time to snap a picture of soaking wet Dane truding through the sand with his jacket slung over his shoulder and clumps of wet sand begining to stick to his pants legs. She giggled softly to herself as she sent that picture to her sister then took one of Snow as well. Tail still wagging, tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth, fur all disheveled from the water and sand. "Gotta get before and afters," she teased without taking a picture of herself. Her hair still a soaking wet mop on her head and her clothes clung to her frame. Luckily not as weighed down by so many heavy clothing items as Dane.

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[Dane Wayland]

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BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME

i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

[break]

[attr="class","lizardstripe-text"]Dane watched Snowcone bound toward Gemma with big, lumbering strides then snorted as the pair fell into a short game of tag which came to an end with a bunch of cooing and excited doggy kisses. He was chastised for summoning the huge mastiff in the shallows and Snowcone swiveled her head to look at him, almost as if understanding the reprimand — or, at the very least, knowing what it sounded like to be scolded. She perked her ears and let her maw click audibly shut, waiting for his response. Dane scowled at her and stuck out his tongue. "Traitor," he muttered fondly, a grin sneaking across his lips a moment later. [break][break]

He flit his gaze from the dog to Gemma and, realizing she was pointing her phone camera at him, put on his best smolder; tossing his hair, dipping a shoulder, and lifting a finger to pouting lips. But he had a feeling he was too late — suspected Grace would be receiving something a lot less staged — when Gemma turned away to snap some shots of Snowcone instead. Boo. [break][break]

Balancing his jacket more securely on his shoulder, Dane started ambling in the direction of the boardwalk, kicking the clumping sand from his ruined shoes (uselessly) as he went. "Come on, I'll give you a lift," he called over his shoulder, pausing to squat a bit and hook his arms expectantly at his thighs; prepared to catch her legs should she indulge him and leap at his back. He figured, at the very least, she would complain less during their walk if he carried her. "Giddy up, Short Stacked. I promise I won't run us back into the sea."[break][break]

Smirking, Dane puffed an amused breath through his nose at the nickname. Originally, it'd been Short Stack; bestowed smugly upon her as soon as he (very quickly) surpassed her in height. Then, a few years later, it'd naturally evolved when he came to notice — though unlikely to ever grow taller than an average sixth grader — Gemma somehow still managed an amazing rack. He remembered when he'd first chanced the shift, breezing through the Gatsby kitchen and rubbing sleep from his eyes. Dino, already seated at the table and enjoying breakfast, had spit a mouthful of orange juice when the drowsy moniker fell from his lips. At first, Dane had thought it was from amusement... until he realized it was Warrick and not Grace hunched over and peering into the fridge. [break][break]

Needless to say, both boys had been swiftly sent home.

[break]

you crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
Omg, pls forgive this trainwreck. If you need more or [break]
if I need to make any changes, just give me a nudge. </3

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Dane Wayland

[attr="class","sixShnotes"]NOTES:

Sorry this is kind of a mess! Let me know if you need me to add anymore or change anything!

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put your hands up

[attr="class","sixShcred"]SELKIE

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loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds

[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma snorted in amusement at Dane's more attempted pose of what he would prefer for the picture. Looking much too much like some girl on instagram wanting to be a model. "Save that pose for when I get you all dolled up," she said as she scritched affectionately behind Snowcone's ears. If nothing else at least being paired with Dane would prove to be as entertaining as it used to be. When they were young and training together. Before she'd been completely left behind in the growth department and the other three skyrocketed in their growth spurts. [break][break]

His offer for a lift however made her quirk one of her brows until she saw him crouch enough for her to jump on his back. It had never been uncommon for the boys to be seen carrying the girls on their backs before. Gemma and her sister using them much like pack mules to carry their bags, their drinks, or more often the girls themselves. It reminded Gemma of all the late sunsets at the beach. Dino carrying her on his back with Gace on Dane's. Them racing from the shore to see which one could get back to the car first. The thought made her chest ache even as Gemma jogged over to jump on the younger Wayland's back. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she let his arms hook under her thighs. [break][break]

"Let's go, cowboy!" She called with a playful tug on his unruly dark hair. As if tugging on the reins of a horse. Gemma leaned against him as he carried her towards the boardwalk. Finding that at least being pressed up against his back was warmer than had she been walking herself. Given she hadn't thought to bring along a towel when she was planning on meeting her new partner at the beach. Had she known it was going to be Dane she might have thought better of it. Or perhaps would have settled on a place not close to a body of water. [break][break]

Once they were on the more steady boardwalk once again Gemma still made no move to remove herself from his back. There were still plenty of stalls open selling various items from jewelry, charms, clothing, accessories, even miniature California tags with people's names written across them. Though Gemma hardly ever found one with her name on it. Not that it really mattered it was more the principal of things. Gemma kept her arms draped over his shoulders with her head rested against the side of his. "We should get your ears pierced," she mentioned casually. If only because she wanted to put him in some far too large golden hoop earrings.

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[Dane Wayland]

[nospaces]

BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME

i knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end

[break]

[attr="class","lizardstripe-text"]Dane braced himself as Gemma jogged toward him, catching her legs when she leaped and jostling her further up his back so he could hook his arms more naturally under the bend of her knees. When she was settled with her arms looped about his neck, he started off, rolling his eyes when she tugged at his hair. "You'd be the cowboy," he pointed out, snorting softly. "I'd be the horse. Or, perhaps more fitting... the ass?" Snowcone pulled up in an enthusiastic trot alongside them and he cast her an apologetic glance. "Bye bye, baby," he cooed, pursing his lips with a pretended kiss. The dog perked her ears, started a whine, and then disappeared in a faint blink of light. [break][break]

As they made their way toward the boardwalk, the familiarity of Gemma's weight across him stirred some distant rememberings — mostly of all the times he'd said something crass or antagonistic and earned a knee in the back as Grace or Gemma struggled off him, dragging him to the ground with their arms choked tight around his neck. Or — if whatever he'd mouthed off had been marginally more forgivable (or they just didn't want to walk) — he'd received a twist to the ear or a fist in his hair. But Gemma was being compliant. At least for now. He imagined he could still earn a stab between the shoulder blades or an elbow in his ribs if he opened his mouth and said, well... anything.[break][break]

When the sand gave way to more solid ground and they entered the boardwalk's maze of booths and stalls, Dane looked around curiously. Then snorted when Gem suggested getting his ears pierced. He'd made fun of Dino for far too many years for his pierced ears to get his own done now. It'd just be too hypocritical. But he bit back the colorful refusal that poised reflexively on his tongue. He also wasn't one to refuse a dare. "If you find somewhere here that does it," they most likely wouldn't be licensed, "Then sure. But only if you get one, too. A nose piercing? Mmm," he waggled his brow, smile curling. "Tongue, maybe?"[break][break]

Pausing, he lowered a bit and withdrew his hold to let Gemma slip from his back. Then whirled on her with his hands clasped before him. "Alright, let's split up, gang. Dress up time. Meet you back here when I'm done." He stepped away, wriggling his fingers toward her with a challenging tuck to his lips, then turned to start his scouring. He didn't know if Gemma was carrying her own wallet or had any money on her but it didn't matter. Both Gatsby girls, with their Gifts, were renowned shoplifters. [break][break]

The first thing he bought was a towel, which he ran through his hair and draped across his shoulders. Then he milled about, keeping an eye out for items to construct the worst imaginable ensemble but finding the pickings mostly slim. It was disappointing. Eventually, he'd drifted for too long between too many booths and lost hope in finding something particularly atrocious. So he settled, purchased a number of things and, as an afterthought, picked up a brush — something small and cheap, meant for a child, with the handle shaped like a mermaid's tail — and some fistfuls of candy. [break][break]

He found a bench near where they'd arrived and sat down with all of Gemma's things condensed into a single bag. Then he waited, leaned back with his arms draped across the back of the seat, an ankle hooked over his thigh, and one of the many lollipops he'd bought plopped in his mouth. Water still dripped from him but the sun was warm and it was no longer so terrible. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, trying to imagine what fresh hell Gemma was cooking up for him and whether or not he'd be turned away from wherever she wanted to go for food. [break][break]

When Gemma joined him, he blinked open his eyes and lifted his head, moving his lollipop to one cheek. "Alright, let's see the damage," he scooted over on the bench, lifted his bag beside him, and plucked out the brush to hold out to her. "Mine's not nearly my best work. And you don't get to keep the hat."

[break]

you crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
Give me a nudge if I've done too much or need to make changes. [break]
Here is Gemma's ensemble My boy is losing this game for sure.

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[attr="class","sixShnotes"]NOTES:

Sorry this is kind of a mess! Let me know if you need me to add anymore or change anything!

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put your hands up

[attr="class","sixShcred"]SELKIE

[attr="class","sixShright"]

[attr="class","sixShly"]
loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds

[attr="class","sixShpost"] Gemma frowned at first hearing that Dane would only get his ears pierced if she got one as well. Not just any piercing but a facial piercing. Gemma had no issues with piercings. She'd had her ears pierced since she was seven and had thought of getting some kind of lip or septum piercing when she was a teen. But now she had no desire to get any needles in her face. Mostly because she didn't want to disrupt perfection as it was. A tongue piercing could be interesting though. At least that one wouldn't be as noticeable. Still, getting one on boardwalk likely wouldn't be licensed. Or have half an idea what they were doing. "I'll remember that for my birthday," she hummed with an all too pleased grin. [break][break]

As she was deposited back to the ground Gemma felt her pockets in search for her wallet. Relived to find it still snuggly in her back pocket. Though it was soaking wet that was fine. She rarely ever carried around cash and had brought her smaller one that only really held one of her credit cards and her ID. At his comment for splitting up she rolled her eyes playfully. "Aye, aye, Captain," she said with a mock salute before she began browsing the different shops. Though she had to admit she was mostly nervous about getting clothes that would actually fit him. Gemma had spent enough time with Dane that she was fairly certain she knew his size by now but it had been a while since she'd gone clothes shopping with him. [break][break]

She stopped by a few booths. Finding a pair of shorts she thought was perfect for him, a croptop, shoes, socks, even a hat. Though she was positive the hat would be his favorite. Stopped by one more booth to get an accessory then was caught by a kiosk that she couldn't resist on her way back to their meeting place. Once she felt like she had what she wanted Gemma gleefully made her way back, seeing Dane lounging on a bench. "Hope you bought some sunblock before your pasty ass gets a sun burn." [break][break]

As she scoot over she sat down next to him and placed her bag between then. As she pushed him the bag of goodies she'd bought Gemma grabbed what he'd bought her to look through it. "Oh I almost forgot!" She pulled a little gold colored, bone shaped tag out of her pocket and placed it in the bag for him as well. Written across the tag read Little D. "I had to have something custom made for you," she teased as she took the brush to attempt to bring some order to her hair. Though Gemma's hair had never liked working with her when it was wet unless she had her conditioner. The brush made an awful ripping sound as she tried to brush her hair in sections. [break][break]

Once she had it as tamed as she was going to get it she set the brush down and returned to looking through her bag. "Oh my god these shorts are precious!" Unironically Gemma really did love the silly little fish shorts. The rest of the ensemble however made her nose wrinkle in distaste. "Ya know Dane, you really missed your calling with fashion designing."

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