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Jackson "Jax" Hale

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a character in “Into Your Arms”, as played by ThrillerNight




Full Name| Jackson Tobias Hale
Nickname(s)| Jax, Jack
Age| 23
Gender| Male
Orientation| Straight
Hometown| Portland, Oregon
Occupation| Part-timer at the August Fall's Country Club

- Swimming
- Classic rock
- Cars
- Music
- Dogs
- Cooking
- Basketball
- His little brother
- Being looked down on
- Rich people
- Cats (he's allergic)
- Insects
- Talking about his past
- Social workers
Quirks| Because of his past, Jax has a hard time trusting people and thus it is hard for him to get close enough to people to let them see the normal side of him. This side of him is entirely different than the one he presents the majority of the time. The only occurrences in which his silent demeanor slip away are when he's presented with one of two things. First are dogs, which he adores and second are little children. When Jax is around children he'll do anything to get them to laugh, even if it's something embarrassing. This extends to how he acts with his little brother, even though he's almost too old for acting silly now.
Fears| Despite his tough-guy image and his past, he is insanely afraid of wasps and bees; if asked Jax would tell you it's entirely due to his allergies, but put him in a room with anything resembling a yellow jacket and he starts to climb the walls. After being stung once in the third grade and having to be rushed to the emergency room he's never quite been the same around insects, and now he can't even stand to look at them. Jax would rather die than admit to his fear, however, and so does his best to stay out of wooded areas or other places where insects might be found.
This fear pails in comparison to his real fear, however, which is that he'll never be able to save anyone that he loves. All of the loses he's experienced in the past have led him to the point that he refuses to become close to others due to this fear of losing them. Because of this fear, Jax is also insanely over-protective of his younger brother who he just got back from foster care a year ago.
Personality| Ever since he's been out of jail, Jax's personality has turned into that of a loner- and he goes out of his way to avoid talking to people. If there ever was the physical personification of the "strong, silent-type", he is it. Although he's hardly ever outright rude, Jax finds it difficult to respond to conversation attempts and refuses to chit-chat. The only time he allows himself to lose his temper is when someone talks down to him or acts as if he's below them.
After his time spent in prison, he learned respect for authority and the value of hard work; which is reflected in his attitude toward his current job. He knows that this is probably his last chance to redeem himself and thus does his best with every aspect of his job. This means that he's willing to do anything he's asked, even if he normally wouldn't
History| Growing up in Portland with his mother and father, Jax and his family lived an average life for a low-income family. He never knew that he was poor despite the fact that they lived in a two bedroom, run-down house on the bad side of town and that his parents both worked round the clock at dead-end jobs. Despite everything they were a happy family and spent as much time together as their busy schedules allowed. When he turned twelve his family life changed with the surprise entrance of a little brother. Everything changed again, however, when a year and a half later his father got gunned down on a street corner not far from their house.

The next day he came home to find his mother completely zoned out on painkillers asleep on their couch. Her dependance on drugs slowly began to swallow up her whole life, and she very quickly began to skip work in favor of lying on the couch unconscious. The bills began to pile up and Jax and his brother sometimes went a few days without eating, only consuming what he managed to steal from other kids' lunches at school. One day a couple of month's after his father's death he and his little brother were on their way home when with empty stomachs once again when he finally couldn't stand it any more. Hands shaking and his whole body aquiver with nerves, he walked into the local convenience store and grabbed enough food to fill his backpack and pockets. That night they didn't go hungry, and his decision was made.

From then on it only got worse and worse. Jax fell in with a local gang on occasion, doing whatever he could to support himself and his dead-beat mother who was starting to waste away in the dingy apartment he had moved them into. He would do anything to get money just short of murder. Drug deals, robberies, and even the occasional beat down- which he only did if he was on the verge of starvation- were how he spent his days; and his nights were full of nothing but caring for his depressed and drug-addicted mother and helping his younger brother do homework. This was the norm until one night he came home to find the door to their apartment busted open and hanging off its hinges.

Inside he found his mother being beaten to death by a man shouting at her about the money she owed him while his brother Rory cried in the corner. The sight of his mother on the floor covered in blood made him go crazy, and he flew into a rage. The next thing he knew he was being hauled into the street, his face shoved roughly into the concrete as his hands were yanked viscously behind his back and cuffed in place. Jax found out the next day sitting his holding cell that his mother had died of her wounds in the hospital. He was so devastated that when he was brought before the judge he could do nothing but plead guilty to the charges placed against him. Luckily, the judge took pity on him and sent him to prison for three years based on his good behavior.

Now, a year and a half after being released, he's living in a shabby apartment with Rory who he managed to get from child services based on his exemplary performance while in jail. At this point he'll do anything to stay in his job and protect his brother who is just starting to trust him again.
Right forearm
Bullet wound on left shoulder
Various cuts along his arms
Thin scar through left eyebrow
Rory Hale, 11

So begins...

Jackson "Jax" Hale's Story


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The sunlight streaming through the bay window lit the page of the book, the only source of illumination Adalyn Perry needed to read the original edition of Wuthering Heights by. She'd spent the the whole night before from the minute she'd gotten home from school holed up with the new arrival, glad it was finally spring break and she finally had time to curl up with the novel. It wasn't her first time with Emily BrontΓ«'s classic novel, but this was the first time she'd been able to locate and procure such an early version of the book, who's pages were so old that she had to turn them with practiced care.

"Ah, this is the life." The thought strolled through her mind as she reached the final page of a chapter. Setting the book gently against the cradle of her bent, sweat-pant covered knees, she took the opportunity to stretch her arms. Addie couldn't have picked a better way to start her spring vacation then curled up in the window seat of her family's library with a literary classic in-hand, especially since her sister was currently out of the picture. Her personal terror, Charlotte Perry, wouldn't be arriving until that Friday as her break was- thankfully- not scheduled until the week after theirs. It wasn't the first time she'd been grateful to Duke University, and it most certainly wouldn't be the last. The only problem she could easily for-see was that she only had one more chapter left in her novel, and then what would she do? Unfortunately, Addie wasn't enough of a forward thinker to have planned ahead for that eventuality.

Just as she was starting to realize that this would be a problem, the phone sitting beside her on the velour fabric suddenly trilled at her. She jumped a little at the sudden noise- the first she'd heard in more than a few hours- and quickly reached for it. The message on the screen alerted her of Gracie's distress and she found herself smiling, that girl couldn't go more than a few hours without becoming bored. Without a second thought- even to the last chapter of Heathcliff and Catherine's story- she unlocked the screen and tapped out a quick response, lol~~~ I'll be there in a few ;D My Dad has 2 go 2 that meeting anyway. See ya soon beautiful~~~ Of course she and her family had been members of Gracie's father's country club as long as it had been open- their families went back for ages- so it was a given that he'd be attending the meeting as he always did- even if he had to cancel a shareholder's meeting to do so.

With the response sent to her best friend, Addie gently placed the ancient book on a side-table with her place marked and hurried out of the large oaken doors to get dressed. In the process of leaping up the stairs she passed her father- clad in his polo and boating shoes-, on his way to the meeting. "Just wait- I'm coming too! Gracie's there!" the girl called back to him as she continued on her way to her room. She knew the man wouldn't think of correcting her and that he'd be waiting with the car ready when she came back down the stairs.

Less than ten minutes later she was running back down the grand staircase that led to the front door of their beach-front estate, this time clad in a skimpy, pink tennis dress and a pair of high-heeled sandals that defiantly weren't made for tennis playing- her racket and a bag full of swimming gear in hand. Adalyn hurried through the doors and out to the sleek, white sports car waiting at the end of the front steps with her father in the front seat. After throwing her things into the back she slid into the passenger seat, her hands instantly going to yank her curly, brown hair into a ponytail as soon as the door was shut. "Ok Daddy, let's go!" She commanded and her father obeyed, putting the car into gear and driving them off to the country club at a reckless speed.


"Alright just call me if he needs anything. Or anything happens. Or just... just call me," the words sounded stressed even to Jackson as they passed his lips- no wonder the babysitter was giving him such an odd, understanding look.

"First kid, eh? Don't worry hun, I've had loads. I know how to deal with 'um." Helega Peterson must have been old when Jax was born, which meant that she was now practically ancient and also that her words were more then likely true. This fact did not, however, make him feel any better about leaving his little brother alone with her. If he had to be honest, he wouldn't have felt comfortable leaving Rory with anyone- it had nothing to do with poor Mrs. Peterson- it was just the way he was when it came down to anything involving the kid.

"Umm.... I guess you could say that....," He responded hesitantly- unwilling to get into an argument with the woman who would be watching his brother for the rest of the week and also because he was already running late to work at the club. "Anyway, just call me. My number's on the fridge," Jax called over his shoulder as he hurried down the stairs of the rickety old apartment building. No matter how worried he was about leaving his brother alone with a woman who might croak at any moment, he was already on thin enough ice when it came to his job; even if he was always on time and the hardest worker in the entire employee force, being an ex-con was enough to put him on a permanent black list. Honestly this didn't mean that he held it against Mr. McDonald, he was still just grateful to the man for giving him a job; the only thing that this really meant for him was that he would always try his hardest to show that he was worth the potential risk they'd taken in employing.

Trying to keep up his "perfect attendance record", Jax barreled down the sidewalk as fast as his legs could carry him- heedless of the reactions the other pedestrians gave him. Luckily enough his apartment was close to the busstop, and from there it was only ten minutes by bus to the stop nearest the club. Unluckily, given that the patrons of the club never needed to take public transport, the closest busstop was another ten minutes away by foot- which could be shortened to seven if he ran the whole way. The second Jax stepped off the bus he took off once more- the bag containing his work gear bouncing against his side from its place on his shoulder. He raced through the empty field leading up to the wide, white building, only slowing when he got close enough to spot a group of customers standing before the front steps.

Thanks to his busy, work-heavy lifestyle, Jackson was barely panting by the time he trotted over to the employee entrance. Casually he glanced at the old, thrift-store watch attached to his wrist and cursed to himself, "Shit..." Unfortunately he didn't even have time to go into the locker room to change properly before his shift started; so he popped open the door and hurried to his locker. After yanking out the bright, blue polo shirt that was the required uniform, Jax shoved his bag deep into the recess of the plain metal box along with the plain black t-shirt he'd been wearing over his required khakis. He never stopped moving even as he began to roll up the shirt to slip it on over his tattooed torso. Shoving open the door he'd just entered, Jax pulled the polyester uniform shirt down to cover his skin on his way to the pool where he started every day at work.