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Jason Montague

"I swear a lot- deal the fuck with it."

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a character in “Romeo and Juliet- The Continuing Story”, as played by aarondalea

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"Listen to me, now- for God’s sake, just listen to me before you force me to punch your attention into shape."



【The Basics】


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|Jason Montague|

|Nicknames|
“Whatever you prefer, really- just make sure to run it through with me beforehand, or you will regret it.”
Jace//Jake

|Age|
“Yeah, yeah. I’m young- but who gives a damned shit? I’ll smoke and drink if I want to.”
17


|Gender|
“Do you actually have to look? Actually- let me make this easier for you and just bear it all, good? Damned dolt.”
M.A.L.E.

|Appearance|
“I know I have a fuckin’ baby-face, okay? I was born with it, and if I had the damned choice I would’ve gone for something different.”
With the signature brown hair of the Montagues, nothing else really hints at the dark background Jace has. Well, probably the dotwork tattoos that cover his back and his arms may also hint at what sort of background Jace hails from. At a grand 5’9”, along with a rather baby-looking face, Jace has constantly been the butt of many jokes within the mafia circle that he’s worked in since young. His appearance doesn’t hint at the large amount of anger and bitterness boiling inside him, but the calluses on his knuckles and bruises that tend to cover most of his body hint that the teen is something that he doesn’t seem.
Tattoos// •Front
Back
Arms

|Sexuality|
“I’d never bang a dude! God, the sight of other dicks turns me off like crazy.”
Straight

|Household|
“Mother fuckin’ house of Montague, savvy?”
Montague



【Deeper Down】


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|Quirks & Habits|
•Swearing// “I don’t bloody remember how it started, okay? It just fucking caught on and now I can’t damned stop.” Jace is a constant swearer- he just can’t stop. He thinks he probably caught it from his other street friends, yet many others have found the source a long time ago. His alcoholic father has never been the best role model for Jace at all, really, and the boy has done nothing but follow in his father’s footsteps in many ways besides some.
•Smoking// “Get the bugger out of my way- I need to take a smoke.” Whenever anyone sees Jace, he almost always has a cigarette in his mouth or in his hands. Wherever he goes, he makes sure that there are at least three packs of cigarettes on him. Of course, also due to his family ground, Jace only smokes the best cigars he can get his hands on. Of course, he mostly smokes cigarettes so as to not turn too many eyes, but his love is still within the cigars that he has stashed around at home.

|Skills|
•Shooting// “Funny, really. This is the only skill my father’s given to me that’s helped prolong my life. Sort of.” Jace is a great marksman, and knows guns through and through. Though he rarely reads anything, Jace has taken a lot of time to read manuals and guides on guns. He could pick up any gun from off the ground and use it as if he had used it many times before. In Jace’s possession is a custom made gun that has been passed down his family. The gun itself is worth a lot and has been within Jace’s particular family line for at least 3 generations. The gun has a mate, but Jace doesn’t know where the mate is. He is bent on tracking it down.
•Fighting// “Not exactly a skill, really, but I am bitchin’ proud of my fighting abilities. Bitches be hollerin’ for me whenever I fight.”
Jace never liked fighting when he was a kid- he hated the idea of fighting and feared whoever threw punches. That is, until his father started abusing both him and his mother. After that, Jace felt entranced with fighting and had since started to pick fights for the smallest of reasons ever, ranging from insults to being bumped on the shoulder. Most of the people around him have acknowledged that he is the strongest person within the Montague family, or rather, within the city. The rest don’t say so mainly out of resentment, as Jace tends to be a rather bad sport whenever he fights with anyone, yelling insults and names at everyone he fights. The people he finishes with tend to be later targeted as a prime individual for bullying.
•Judging people// Not in terms of what sort of personality the other person has, but rather if they are willing to follow him through whatever he does. If he thinks that someone is trustworthy, then they are, period. He could give less of a crap about the other people he comes across.

|Likes & Dislikes|
[center] Smoking// Smoking makes up Jace; he is characterized almost completely by his constant smoking. His clothes smells of smoke- he himself smells of residual smoke. It’s not that he needs to smoke, per say, but rather that it’s just a habit. He feels insecure without his cigarettes, and really just loves the smell and taste of tobacco anyways.
Fighting and wrestling// anything that can allow Jace to throw punches has his immediate attention. He loves the thrill of getting into fights and throwing strategic punches and kicks.
Music// Jace is commonly seen walking around with his headphones on his head, blasting music at an extremely loud level. This doesn’t mean that Jace likes rock music and the like- contrary, most of the times people see Jace listening to music, he’s listening to something classical, such as etudes by Chopin or symphonies by Shostakovich. It’s hard to say what exactly he’s listening to, but it’s obvious to anyone that he loves whatever he’s listening to.
Kissing// Jace loves kissing girls- it’s almost as if he lives on kisses. He himself thinks it’s hilarious, but Jace still occasionally craves for the light peck on the cheek or a full make out with any girl, really. He’s experimented with guys before, and, really, he hasn’t kissed many men ever since. He admits to it- he’s extremely weird, but he couldn’t care less.
Gaming// Jace has an xbox 360 console and a ps3, along with a 3DS XL (all of which’s origins are disputable). Jace loves gaming, but strangely enough, he doesn’t like the fighting, shooting games at all. Contrary, he loves games such as Okami, Journey, Final Fantasy, and funnily enough, Pokemon. Jace takes his pokemon extremely seriously- no one screws around with his Typhlosion.
Driving// Who cares about abiding laws when you’re a family member of one of the largest mafia groups on earth? Jace started driving when he was 11 and hasn’t stopped since. From a stolen, beaten-up car, Jace slowly made his way to his current Lamborghini through much peril and many fights. He now drives all over the area, the soft purr of his car heard almost everywhere around town. Jace also loves to race in non-official races with his lackeys or other people from other gangs (before beating them up, of course).
Early morning jogs// Jace developed the habit to jog at least 10 miles every morning, and has been doing so ever since. Every morning, Jace’d wake up at 5 in the morning, grab a bottle of water and start jogging with his music blazing over his ears. He finds it calming to jog through the abandoned streets of Boston, and, really, who in their right minds would ever dare to mug a Montague?
Disney movies// In his own words: “I fuckin’ hate Disney.” Or rather, he loves Disney movies. Whenever Jace is alone, he’d belt out the songs on many of the classical movies from Disney, such as from Lion King and Pocahontas. He can tell anyone the plots of the movies flawlessly (not that he does) and can sometimes even mimic the actions characters did in the movies.
Sweets// In particular, Jace loves nutella and pop-tarts. He doesn’t even care if the two have large amounts of calories and aren’t top-tier delicacies, such as like macaroons and the like. He just loves them. He loves the sweet tingle of chocolate and sugar on his tongue. His whole fridge is filled with nothing but sweets, both of which he bought and other people gave to him.
Sleeping on the streets// Jace doesn’t even know where he caught this weird thing. All he knows is that he loves the feeling of sleeping on a bench in a park, with nothing but his coat acting as a blanket between him and the elements. If anyone does try to mug him- all the better! The muggers provide Jace with much entertainment. Compared to his cramped, white and rather unfurnished apartment room, Jace would rather smell the smell of car exhaust, trees, and grass. This habit developed ever since Jace was young, even though back then he had a soft, fluffy bed to indulge in for his night time activities.
Ev// His sister. Well, his adopted sister. Though Ev was the older one, due to her rebelliousness, she had long been estranged from Jace's father and thus their mother as well. He loves his sister, and tries to make sure that she isn't brought into the dark side of the business the Montagues conduct. Jace himself knows that if Ev finds out, she'd most likely skin him alive out of anger and hurt. But, well, what else could he do? She's the only family he has left.


Debate// Whatever Jace believes he can solve with his fists, he will. He believes that unnecessary chitchat will only lead to bad things or, rather, cumbersome events that would only lead to failure. He dislikes anyone who likes to talk to much, and generally doesn’t participate in negotiations.
Drinking// Surprisingly enough, Jace isn’t into the whole drinking-shebang. A few shots of vodka? Sure. He’ll take it if needs be, but Jace would rather stay away from alcoholic beverages in general. It’s not that Jace dislikes the taste- rather, he does like the taste of wine, rum, and whiskey (to hell with beer), it’s something else that Jace can’t pinpoint that has led him to stay away from drinking.
Using drugs// Virtually almost everyone around Jace uses drugs. His parents do, his mates do, so do most of the people within the mafia circle. But Jace dislikes drugs; he likes to have a clear hold on his mind and would rather indulge in the melancholy thing called life rather than escape into a world of heightened senses and hilarity.
Whining/annoying people// Jace himself likes to say stuff straight to the point. If others talk in extremely winded ways or have hidden motives behind what they say, Jace wouldn’t feel any compunction in awarding that person with a left-hook to the face. He also dislikes people who love to complain a lot, especially in front of his presence. He doesn’t feel much remorse in rewarding these people with a left-hook to the face, either.
His room// Jace never calls his apartment ‘his house’. He’s never really considered it ‘his house’ anyways. Rather, Jace goes there for the sweets, for food and nourishment, and then leaves. Otherwise, he stashes food, goods and weapons of the like there, retrieves them or places them there, and then leaves. He is never in his house for too long, and dislikes staying the night at his apartment. It probably has to do with his harsh past and the negative memories he has of the place.
Jewelry// Jace thinks that jewelry is nothing but expensive and overbearing. He doesn’t really understand the concept of using a tiny band of silver or gold to signify eternal love. Neither does he understand why many of the members in the Montague family like to wear gold chains and have silver teeth implants- whatnot. Jace really would rather just move along with life in his normal clothes and his iPhone. Everything else is secondary.
His father// Nothing can really summarize the feelings Jace feels towards his father. Jace hates him. Yet, then again, Jace also feels a sort of love towards his now dead father. He hated the man for being an alcoholic, for being abusive, for kicking Jace out of the house, and for killing Jace’s mother. But, Jace still admits that the man is undeniably his father.
Fried foods// He understands that he lives in the USA, nation of fried fatty foods, but he just can’t stomach them. Fried chicken wings? Jace’ll pass. He himself finds it sort of sickly funny that he can’t stomach fried foods, especially since he has cravings for fried food as well, from time to time. But these cravings never end really well, as his dislike for fried food doesn’t stem exactly from the taste of fried foods, but rather because he always vomits after eating fried food. He wonders if it’s just a stomach problem, or if it’s just that the food was produced under unsanitary means.
Cats// Jace thinks that cats are the symbol of bad luck. It’s not just black cats that receive Jace’s hatred, but all cats in general. He hates cats. It takes most of Jace’s willpower to not shoot on sight whenever he sees a cat, and all his might to turn around and walk away.
Spiders// “I’d motherfuckin’ murder every last one of those damned little buggers, I swear to God. Give me a flamethrower and I’ll burn everything to the ground just to get to those eight-legged fuckers.”


|Hobbies|
• Shooting cans// Jace doesn’t shoot cans just to practice his aim, but also to keep himself busy. If he stays idle for around 5 minutes, Jace'd fall asleep and stay asleep for more than 10 hours.
• Pokemon// He’s on the mission to catch’em all.
• Driving// Jace loves to just jump into whatever vehicle is closest to him at the moment and just speeding off, be it a car, a motorcycle or even a bicycle. Jace just loves to speed off and forget about all his resposibilities.

|Secrets|
• Studying// Jace, in fact, does love to study, much to his own surprise. This habit really started around two years ago, after he had illegally entered the premise of Harvard University and decided that he wanted to study there. Of course, he didn’t want to enter the University by means of bribery or force but through his own capabilities.
• Dream to get into Harvard// Jace hasn’t told anybody about his dream to get into Harvard at all. However- as he has skipped a grade- Jace has applied to Harvard, amongst many other Ivies with his 3.9 unweighted GPA and high SAT score as well. No one knows about this, and he intends to keep it as so until he gets his acceptance letter.
• Love for Disney movies// Could you imagine a full out mafia member telling everyone around him that he loves Disney movies and loves to sing the songs in them? Me neither. (But the fact is that, though Jace doesn’t know, that everyone around him knows about his love for Disney movies. They don’t dare to talk about it to him because they’re afraid of getting beaten up).
• Death// Jace has a strange sort of fascination towards death. Not that he’d kill anyone and just observe them as he murdered them- rather, he’s open to the idea of dying anytime anywhere. Some say that he treats death as a joke, but in his eyes he treats it as a sort of escape.
• His father// “I felt him stop twitching under my hands. Nothing ever fucking gave me the same satisfaction I felt that night, not even jacking off to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever been with made me feel so damned fucking accomplished.”

|Fears|[/center]
• Spiders// Though he puts on a brave front about killing all spiders on earth, he really just likes to run away whenever he sees a spider of any size.
• Pure darkness// Without any light, Jace will go on a rampage, kicking and punching everything in his way until he can see again. This is his greatest fear, and some question if this fear arose due to the abuse his father placed him under.
• Hell// Jace fears the thought that he’ll have to receive retribution for all the wrong he’s done. Not that this stops him from acting as he does- he just doesn’t like the thought that he might have to meet his father once again.




【Thoughts?】

“What damned thoughts? I have no damned thoughts, and neither should you, shit.”




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|Personality|

Most people who meet Jace will say his personality can be summarized with two words: confident and scary. It is almost as if Jace is the personification of confidence and scariness themselves. Whenever Jace talks, he exudes a sense of confidence he developed only recently, and a sense of brashness constantly radiates off of the young boy. Jace himself feels as if his placement currently, and how he lives, was created by himself through his own means and actions. He feels no shame in being proud of himself and his circumstances. Rather, Jace loves to hold himself higher than others, and does consciously know that he exudes an aura of adventure and confidence.

Though quick to his fists and rather untalkative- in terms of debate and negotiations- Jace is never that quick to anger. Rather, under the flurry of fists and glares Jace puts up as his image, he tends to listen to people and is extremely calm. Even during situations that put his life and the lives of others under stake, Jace is constantly planning ahead and calculating the chances of the survival of the others around him. He is far from heartless, but rather just mildly apathetic to most situations that happen around him. He feels apathetic not only towards himself but to life in general- however, he does try to keep those who do care about life around him alive and well. He doesn’t want others to lose hope just as he has. Jace himself can’t really think of a word to describe why he feels or does this, but he knows that this isn’t a form of warped compassion.

Jace has long lost any sort of innocence that everyone is born with. All he likes is solitude and fighting, nothing else. He could feel less towards the girls who now throw themselves at him, and the men who fear his existence. All he wants is to reach a higher level of fortune, and to smear his name across the pages of history. He himself believes and forces himself to be as cold as possible to everyone and anyone, and has since sworn that he will never fall in love or help in the process of conceiving a child.



【Back to the Past】


|History|
Jason was born into the Montague family, or rather, more specifically, a smaller branch family. Though a branch family, Jace’s grandfather had somehow brought a large fortune to his family and later descendants. Even though his father had developed drinking and drug problems, the man had barely made a scratch on the large fortune Jace’s particular Montague branch had (anyways, all of it had gone to his father, as he was Jace’s grandfather’s only child). His parents lived in a constantly abusive relationship, and had Jace at the ages of 17 and 19 respectively. Though she had had Jace young, Jason’s mother loved him with all her 17-year-old heart, and made sure that she could provide him with everything that she could. This included spending time with him in the large mansion that the family lived in, and providing him with the warmth that Ev could not provide as a sister. Their mother tended to refuse to use the Montague wealth. Ev managed to somehow pass along with a rich lifestyle, out of their mother’s jurisdiction, but Jace really never developed the habit.

Actually, his father had vowed to send Jace to an orphanage ever since Jace’s mother had found out about her pregnancy, but hadn’t had the heart to when he saw the young baby he himself had to help conceive. Besides Jace, the troubled couple had another little girl, Jace's older sister called Ev. She was the more mature, rash, rebellious one compared to the young Jason, and had constantly fought against the drunken demands that his father placed on them both. One night, when Ev had run away once again, Jace heard the muffles of laughter and yelling once more from another room. He heard his father exclaim that Ev was adopted, picked up from the street. A bastard. Jace couldn’t bring himself to think of Ev any differently, and hid what he knew from her. He didn’t want to hurt her, and made sure to keep her in the dark forever, or at least as long as possible before their dad told her.

This didn’t mean that his treatment of the growing Jace was any good. When the boy was 5, the beatings started to occur and grew rapidly in both magnitude and frequency. After four years of taking the abuse, and the further inquiries and laughs, pranks, and bullying at school, Jace finally broke and retreated into himself. He didn’t fight back, but didn’t show any form of reaction either. During this period of time, he’d black-out, and Jace would remember nothing but only wake up to the bruises and pain that would sear not only from visible wounds on his arms and back but also from other areas which Jace firmly pushes to the back of his head. During this period of time, his mother was also helpless, and most of Jace’s memories included his mother crying and repeatedly apologizing to him as she wiped the grime off of him. He could never bring himself to hate her- he’d always kneel down next to her and slowly sob into her shoulder as well, and those were the only times when Jace’s age showed on his already mature face.

One day when Jace was 13, after having too much liquor his father had brought a broken wine bottle, fought off and caused Ev to leave the house once more, and had clambered to Jace’s room, only to be held back by Jace’s mother. She had hollered for the boy to run to which Jace reacted as quick as possible, sprinting past the two and out into the corridor towards the door, knowing that Ev had probably already driven off in their father's car, only to hear a high-pitched scream and a thud. Jace had turned around, tears in his eyes, only to see his mother on the ground, a pool of blood around her head, her eyes wide open with fear. His father had reached down and grabbed the unmoving body of Jace’s mother by her hair and shook her around. Uncontrollable anger shook throughout Jace’s body at that moment, as he had charged at his father, the older man letting go of both the wine bottle and his wife out of shock as the skinny young boy had hurled himself. Jace lost that night, and had somehow managed to scamper away without many wounds.

Jace ran back to the main Montague house, had stated his family origin, and had been immediately thrown to one of the extremely small and decript gangs the family oversaw and shunned Ev away. The young boy really couldn’t care less- on his way out from his old house, he had made sure to check his mother’s pulse and had felt nothing. That moment had marked off whatever compassion Jace felt towards anyone. His only goal was to grow stronger and climb to the top of the Montague family. This he did and is still doing till this day. When he was 15, he marked his first kill with the death of his father, strangling the man to death with his bare hands. When he was 16, he was finally allowed into the central meetings of the main family, and was viewed with high regard by the boss of the Montague family. Jace has all he wants, and everything he needs, or so he believes, but has his eyes on retrieving the wealth his grandfather had left for Jace’s and Ev’s descendants. He didn’t care how, but he was going to get the money back from the main branch for all he cared, even if it meant bringing down the whole Montague mafia gang.

|Relationship History|
• Mother|| deceased// Jace loved his mother, all the way until she died in the hands of his father and a broken wine bottle. He had cried for two weeks before he finally hardened his heart, and vowed vengeance for his mother.
• Father|| deceased// His hatred for his father is unquantifiable. Nothing could describe the hatred Jace feels towards his father. Yet, at the same time, there’s a bit of sick love Jace feels towards the deceased man. He himself cannot understand where this sense of pity and familial love comes from, and Jace wishes that he could find a means of crushing it.
• Adopted sister|| alive//
• Rest of Montague family|| He could really care less about them. If orders came, he’d execute them. If no orders came, Jace would rather spend his time alone than with his supposed family.



【A Little Something Extra】


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Die. The word reverberated throughout his mind, the blank landscape that Jason called his mind. His eyes blurred, though he could see his hands- were those his hands?- clasped around something of a similar color. Clench harder. He tried. “I’m trying!” Jason muttered, his eyes watering as his hands clenched down harder on whatever he was holding onto.

Not good enough. The body under Jason thrashed even harder. “You little fucker!-“ Jason looked up, his eyes wide with fear at the man whom he had to call father. Shuddering, he hissed back, “Shut the fuck up and just die, asshole.” He couldn’t look, he couldn’t do this anymore- but he had to. Choke him! Tears rolled down his impoverished cheeks as little hiccups forced their way out of him, his hands finding a new strength to once again choke his father.

“Die, die, die, just die, God.” Jason muttered as the body under him started to loose strength, “Please, God, please.” Tears fell from his eyes, his nose runny with snot. Fucking just beat him to death with the wine bottle, then! Are you that useless?! Little fuck. His father moaned again, but his struggling had weakened, froth started to appear on the sides of his mouth as he slowly choked to death. Jason looked up, his eyes wide as he made eye contact with his birth father, but what he saw only drew out another silent wail from the young boy.

“Don-,” his father struggled out, coughing and spluttering, his foamy spit landing on Jason’s hands and arms, “D-don’t kill me, I don’t want-want to d-die.” The older man started to cry as well, as if mimicking the young boy that straddled his chest. “I’m your fath-!” With a cold feeling in his heart, Jason pressed his whole weight down on his hands that encircled the man’s neck. His eyes were filled with nothing but hatred as he hissed out, “You,” he laughed slightly, , “You are not my fucking father.”

A surge of satisfaction rose within Jace’s body as he watched the man finally collapse, the eyes Jace so hated growing blank. The young boy lurched up almost as if disgusted, an apathetic look on his face as he gave the old man a kick. And then another. “Oi, you dead yet?” Jace asked, still kicking the man hard on the side. He got no response. As he turned around, a giggle ripped out of the boy’s chest. Pulling his bangs out of his eyes, Jace turned to spit on the body of his father, and started to walk away. In the hallway, he paused and looked at the phone on the counter before shrugging and walking towards it. Punching in the only number he had in his mind, Jace waited as the call connected. “911, what’s your emergency?” He paused, listening to the kind female voice that came from the phone. “Hello?” The voice asked again, this time with a hint of concern in her voice. Well, why the fuck not? [b] “Hi, I just killed my fuckin’ father. Come and get me.”[/b[ He put the phone down.

So begins...

Jason Montague's Story

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Montague Character Portrait: Kitty Capulet Character Portrait: Evelyn Montague Character Portrait: Jason Montague Character Portrait: Lex Montague Character Portrait: Rexanne Capulet Character Portrait: Pippa Capulet Character Portrait: Daisy Montague Character Portrait: Malakai Montague Character Portrait: Jude Capulet
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December 31, 2013
11:45

It's the clock is approaching mid-night as both household looked at the clock, it's a family dinner today where everyone was required to be present. It have been a family tradition for each household to host such an event, with glamorous lights and classy music, it is also a day to remember those who died trying to protect the honor of the family.

Today was the day that Capulets are not welcome in the Montague's house, nor are the Montagues welcomed in the Capulet's house. However, each character is doing something as the new year approaches, unsure of their fate in the new year.


(OOC: You may begin writing about what your character is doing at the party, sorry about not getting this post up sooner, I was gone for a while but I am back :) )

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Location: The Main House


Time: 10:45 P.M.



Jace lounged in one of the large chairs that lined the halls leading to the grand ballroom. It was the ball that was held every year at the main Montague house- of course, only for the ones with actual Montague blood flowing through their veins-, and millions of dollars flowed to hosting the party every year. Large ornaments lined the walls, contrasting with the ancient and most likely stolen artifacts and expensive furniture that dotted along the walls. Everything about the house was gaudy, and to be honest, Jace hated every single thing about it. From the red wallpaper with the fleur de elise prints to the soft carpet that lined all the halls in the house; everything enforced the large frown that was permanently printed on Jace’s face. Disgust broiled in his stomach as he watched several members of the Montague family walk past, fake smiles plastered on their faces as they regarded each other coldly.

Fake cunts. He yawned, crossing his legs as he lounged on the soft red velvet couch. Jace had long since lost sight of Ev- a mishap on his side, as he had been pulled away to be informed on how one of his operations was going. Two rather tipsy teenage girls stumbled past, their voices rising over the cacophonous din that filled the hall, drawing glares from the adults and admiring, wolfish looks from other teenage males in the halls. Jace shot the two a contemptuous glance. Seems like those two bitches will be gone next. But, well, Jace couldn’t care much. If it were his job to ‘clean’ those two, he would do it without a second thought. For myself, mother and Ev. A scowl formed on his face before Jace was able to wipe it away. Sighing, he picked up the glass of champagne he had placed on the small table beside the couch he now sat on and took a long gulp, cleaning the contents within the tall, clean glass.

Standing up, Jace walked into the large ballroom. The smell of smoke and perfume rose up and clogged Jace’s nose. Laughter and shouts filled the room, as the respective Montague members interacted with one another. In a corner, Jace spotted some of the lesser Montague families- the poorer ones- banded together, away from the main events occurring near the center of the ballroom. A smirk formed on Jace’s face; he had no respect for those who didn’t try to pave their own ways to fortune and power. Like I did with my two fists. As Jace made his way through the crowd, many of the members there turned and glared at him- some with respect, others with full on hatred. They all knew whom Jace really was- he made it clear himself as he walked across the room, shoving everyone out of his way. Those who didn’t know much knew fully well that Jace was not someone to trifle with.

“Waiter!” Jace snapped, walking behind the waiter whom had a tray on his hand, weaving through the crowd slowly. “Fucking stop, God damn it. What is this you have on this fucking thing? Is it damned champagne, again?” Because I swear to fucking God, if you have no vodka…” The color drained out of the waiters face as he stammered a reply and motioned for Jace to follow him through the crowd. The two weaved through the groups of Montagues before finally reaching a door. “Please, follow me.” The waiter said, respectively, looking down at the floor hard while trying to avoid Jace’s harsh glare. Opening the door for Jace, the waiter shuddered as Jace walked into the back room and into the ‘private bar’. This bar was reserved mainly only for the higher up members within the Montague family, and Jace had only been able to gain access to this room two years ago. The bartender looked up and nodded at Jace, grabbing a cup and pouring apple juice in it without Jace asking. “Fuck. Why’s it smell like the fucking high Heaven’s back in that shitty place?” Jace asked, sitting on the comfortable high chairs on the bar right across from the bartender. “It’s almost as if everyone’s either fucking, smoking, or drinking in that damned ballroom while the fucking Boss watches. Christ. Taking a gulp from his cup, Jace shook his head and sighed, pulling at his already loosened tie.

He wanted to go home and sleep rather than stay any longer in this Hell hole.



Location: The Laudree


Time: 11 A.M.


Knock, knock.
Jason looked up from his picture and turned to see his mother right behind him. “Mom, look! I drew you, Ev, and I all together!” A faint smile formed on the tired looking woman’s face- a bitter, sad smile. “Like, we were at the park, and see? You’re there swinging me on the swing, and Ev’s over there swinging on the other swing…

Knock, knock.
“Where the fuck are all you fucking cunts!” His father’s voice rang from the darkness, causing his mother to disperse into the air. “Mom?” Jason asked, turning around, finding himself alone in his room. “Ma!” Tears formed in the corner of his eyes as he started to run. “Come back here you little piece of shit! You aren’t any better than that adopted runt even though you have my fucking genes running through your veins!” He could hear his father’s steps coming closer even though Jason was running like he had never ran before. “Stop fucking running right fucking now!”

Knock, knock. A voice. More pounding.

Jace flipped around. Sweat budded on his face as he sat up, his eyes flying open to survey the area around him. My room. With a sigh, Jace fell back into his comfortable bed and sighed, relief filling him as a stray tear rolled down from his left eye. He had finally fallen asleep at 4 in the morning, but he knew that she would never let him sleep in any later than 11. Ev was definitely the one at the door.
“Go away, Ev.” Jace hollered, hoping that his sister would relent and let him sleep a bit longer.

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Location: The Laudree
Time: 10:45 A.M.




Ring. Ring. Ring.

Her eyes snapped open, the daylight seeping through the blinds hurt her eyes as she shot up from the bed. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” It wasn’t like her to sleep late, but the sun that now hung high above the clouds gave her the hint that it was not that early in the morning. Even so, she pushed herself out of bed, barely caring for the fact she wasn’t exactly fully dressed, racing down the stairs to grab the phone with the ear-piercing ringtone. “Evelyn speaking.” She held the phone to her ears, unable to keep the morning annoyance out of her tone. “Ms. Montague,” Merely by the first two words the man spoke, she was already developing a bad feeling on the purpose of this call, “I would like to give you a reminder that you and Mr. Montague are cordially invited to the family dinner hosted at—“ She set down the phone quickly, not even waiting for the man to finish as she turned her head toward the clock. 10:50. She could not even begin to comprehend how she had forgotten about the family dinner, but then again, a lot of things were on her mind at the present time.

“Jace!” Grabbing a glass of water, Evelyn yelled up the stairs in the empty house for her brother. She had no doubt he wasn’t even up yet, not merely because no one answered the phone call, but also because her brother would not wake up early for the life of him. “Jace! Out of bed. Right now!” Knock. Knock. Knock. It took several minutes of frantic knocking for her to realize that that was completely futile.

“Go away, Ev.” A hint of smile formed on her lips as her brother hollered from his room, her head shaking in exasperation as she bent down, taking the hairpin from her messy curls and pressing it into the lock. He should have known that locks were not going to work within this household. Without too much of a fuss, the door opened with a squeak and she stomped in, pulling the blankets off of her little brother with one swift pull. “It’s family dinner today,” She announced with a hint of apathy. Truly, she did not want to go, given that she wasn’t exactly part of the family, nor did she want to be. However, her brother was, and she was not going to let him bail on another one of his family gatherings, “Come on. I’ll get you your clothe—“ She turned with a glance toward her silent brother, raising an eyebrow. Was he even listening? The answer came to her as no. Rolling her eyes, she walked forward and with a slight bend of her hand, the cold cup of water she planned on drinking trickled onto her brother’s neck. “Do not make me go for the ice bucket, Jace.” Even though she was literally a few months older than him, it always seemed as if she has taken on their mother’s role.



Location: The Main House
Time: 10:45 P.M.




Tell me again why I’m even here…

Evelyn put a hand over her now brushed-over curls, her olive green eyes scanning with boredom over the magnificent view of the household that now seemed so dull to the girl that has seen perhaps a little too much of this pompous scene. By then, she has already lost her brother in the crowd, all chatting haughtily over some superficial topics. While Evelyn has always taken much delight in party-planning for the households, she truly never took much enjoyment in attending it. “Evelyn!” Nope. Nope. Nope. At the sound of her name, she wasn’t going to stick around to find out who had called her name, whom she was going to place bets on to be a “cousin” she probably did not even know the name of. With a duck of her head, she mingled into the crowd of “family members”, the long sea-green dress trailed behind her as she took quick strides toward the large ballroom.

Not many people threw her much more than a sideways glance as she brushed past. The girl's dress wasn't too extravagant, especially within this crowd. However, what was strange was simply the thin book she held in her hand, titled as Shakespeare's play "Macbeth", much different to the glasses of wine and cocktails held in the hands of others. The sound of laughter and conversations were deafening in her ears, and perhaps words could not begin to describe her current exasperation at the entire situation. Seeing that her brother was definitely out of sight, she headed toward the windows up the stairs that separated the world of freedom from the household of smoke and perfume.

And I'm gone. Taking a hold of the handles of the window, she turned it slight as to discreetly open it to the cool night air. It wasn't going to be hard to make that jump, but the dress might hinder a soft landing. "Evelyn Montague. Oh... Perfect. She did not even need to turn her head to know one of the elder members of the family stood behind her with a meaningful glare. "Just getting some fresh air.. Sir. And it's Evelyn May. However, the girl was smart enough not to mention that in front of her family members, giving a hurried curtsy before she bounded down the stairs. And my plan has crashed and burned. With a long sigh, she once again maneuvered herself through the crowd, making sure to grab a small cup of ice cream from the waiter's tray along the way.

This is going to be a long night...

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Place: The Laudree


Time: 11:00 A.M.



Why did I ever expect any less from Ev. Jace let out a resigned sigh as he heard his lock click and the footsteps of his sister walking into his room. “Come on. I’ll get you your clothe-” Jace had stayed silent, trying his best not to move as he lay under his soft covers. He wanted to sleep in more- his eyes were tired from his late night work- and he hoped to God that Ev would leave due to his lack of responsiveness. Why did I ever expect her to leave me alone, in silence and peace?! Jace winced as the water poured on his neck, forcing him to jolt awake as the cold liquid splashed on his warm skin. It was Ev’s normal wake up call- her ‘so efficient’ alarm clock which Jace hated with a passion. But he knew that the next was worse- much worse than just water on the neck. “Do not make me go for the ice bucket, Jace.” He sat up immediately, his hair awry and his eyes still closed shut.

“For fuck’s sake, Ev! I’m up!” Jace grumbled some more as he rubbed his eyes, yawning widely as he did. “Didn’t I tell you last night to let me fucking sleep in today? I was damned busy last night- God-,” Jace yawned widely again, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “-just let me rest in damned peace.” Falling back onto his pillows, Jace stretched a bit and sighed contently, as his blankets felt like Heaven and his pillow absolutely wonderful. However, before Ev could react or grab the ice bucket, Jace immediately vaulted out of his bed and walked towards the bathroom attached to his large, spacious, third floor room, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. “Why’d you wake me up so early?” Jace asked as he grabbed his toothbrush and lathered toothpaste onto it, while checking his reflection in the large mirror. Those bags are getting larger… He frowned at his reflection before moving his face forward until his nose was almost touching the mirror. Turning his head to a side, he moved a hand up and pulled at the bag under his left eye. Should probably sleep more…anyways, college applications are done. Standing back straight again, Jace quickly followed up his last sentence, “And what’s up for breakfast? I’m hungry. Did Michael make anything yet?”

The two Montague siblings were rich enough- on their own- to own a large mansion and hire a butler. The house itself was furnished beautifully, all three floors bright with light throughout the day. Especially Jace’s room- he lived in the attic, which in the beginning was already extremely spacious and the roof tall. After much pondering, Jace had ordered the construction company to tear down part of the roof and put on a glass window there, allowing sunlight to fall on almost every corner of his room. Michael, their butler, had been hired only a year ago or so, after Jace gave up on Ev’s cooking and when the two of them became fed up with the daily arguments about chores. Obviously, the siblings overly relied on Michael but it didn’t matter anyway. Jace paid the man a hefty amount, and he expected no less back in terms of the butler’s work and prowess.


Location: The Main House


Time: 11:00 P.M.



Jace finished off his third cup of apple juice, his eyes dull with boredom as he ignored the older family members sitting on the few plush chairs in the elite bar. Sick fuckers. Shooting them a hateful glare, Jace turned to stare at the mini-umbrella that the bartender had jokingly stuck in Jace’s cup. Watch what the hell I’d do to this shitty house. I swear I’ll run it to the fucking ground. His eyes narrowed as Jace clenched his hands around his glass harder, his anger growing- until the bartender tapped the bar right in front of Jace. Jace looked up at the bartender, a scowl on his face before he calmed down; the disappointed frown on the bartender’s face made Jace feel guilty as he consciously tried to suppress the anger he had nurtured but a minute before. “Sorry.” He said, coughing a little. Though he was now calmer, Jace felt as if he couldn’t stay in the room any longer, breathing in the same air the elders of the Montague family were breathing in. Never mind that they kept on shooting expectative glances at the young mafia boss, he couldn’t help but recoil from the fat men reclining in the posh leather seats. “Make me a damned sundae, would you? I need to go fucking find my sister. Oh- and add some damned chips on a tray for me as well.”

Soon enough, Jace was leaving the executive bar with a large sundae in one hand and a platter of chips in the other. Surprising that the fucker remembers what I get just after two years. A quick survey of the crowd revealed nothing of Ev’s position for Jace. He tapped his foot against the ground, mildly impatient, as a waiter suddenly appeared by his side and took the sundae and chips. Shrugging, Jace walked along the edge of the crowd as the waiter followed right behind. Looking up just in time, Jace saw Ev bound down the stairs right in front of him and grab a small cup of ice cream. Jace laughed, as he knew that his sister must have tried to leave the venue. A quick glance outside of the large window beside him showed nothing, except- Lex?! Jace squinted out of the window as his cousin walked up to his own car and got in, driving away into the darkness. Need to found out where he’s gone later…If it’s to that fucking Capulet shit house… He shook his head firmly before walking up to his sister and tapping her on the back.

“An order for a large, bitchin’ sundae and a plate of chips, I believe, for this mademoiselle?”

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"An order for a large, bitchin’ sundae and a plate of chips, I believe, for this mademoiselle?” She nearly choked on the sundae she had just placed into her mouth, turning just when she felt a tap on her back, a slight look of annoyance lingered in her eyes at the words of her brother. "How many times do I have to tell you not to curs- are those chips?" She was perhaps slightly easily distracted, but even so, she didn't take any hesitation in taking the plate from her brother, a smirk rising on her face just as she dipped the chips into the sundae as if it was common occurrence. "Oh, where have you been all my life?" She grinned as she stuffed the entire piece of chip into her mouth, giving her brother a look, "And that was to the chips by the way," She mumbled through a mouth-full of chips.

Shrugging, Jace pulled out a pack of cigarettes from inside his suit jacket and propped one in his mouth. Placing it back in, he grabbed a lighter and lit the cigarette before inhaling and then exhaling, allowing a thin trail of smoke to exit through his mouth. Out of habit, Jace took two steps back, knowing in his heart that Ev would slap him on the head for the cigarette- but it was his habit by now. "Hey, Ev. I saw our damned fucking cousin driving off in his car ." Taking another drag, he pulled the cigarette away and tapped his finger against the window he had seen Lex leave from. "Interesting that someone so fucking loyal to the fucking family would leave so early into this shit-hole of a party." Jace's comment was filled with heavy sarcasm as he glanced at his sister, his eyebrows raised, though his expression remained one of lethargy and lack of care.

It was a shame her hand didn't reach that far as her brother lit up the secret, otherwise a well-deserved smack was definitely called for against her rascal of a brother. If Jace hadn't mentioned something about their cousin, Ev would probably have taken that lighter and threatened to make a fire show out of him for the evening, but his voice distracted her, a look of curiosity rose in her eyes. Driving off? She glanced outside the window, the parking lot now missing one of the family cars. It wasn't her job to snoop around the family business, but even so, a slight hint of curiosity pushed her to pull out the phone she had placed next to the strapped gun beside her thigh. Pulling the side of her dress down, she watched as the screen of her cell phone light up with her touch. "One more curse word from you, Jace." She gave him a meaningful look and let the threat hang in the air as the phone opened to a map, a small symbol flashed in the center of the screen. "Familiar address?" Her eyes lingered on her phone before handing it to her brother, the GPS tracker she had placed on her cousin flashing its red signal on the screen.

Jace couldn't help but roll his eyes as he took Ev's phone from her and looked at the red dot blipping on the screen. "You have got to be fucking kidding me..." he muttered, not even noticing as the swear word flowed out of his mouth with his rather silent exclamation. The dot flashed on the screen- right above the Capulet house. "Why the fuck is he soliciting with Capulets?!" Jace snarled, shoving the phone back at Ev. If he's a mole... Shit. I trusted that fucker Lex. Despite his familial ties with Lex, Jace knew exactly what he had to do- and it was obvious that he wouldn't feel any qualms with taking the life of a close relative. Except- Jace's eyes flickered towards Ev.

Ev's attention was directed elsewhere and thus her brother was left off the hook for his creative use of words. "What does it matte-" She winced slightly as her phone was shoved back at her, but dismissed it with a shrug. "We're not his parents." Her nonchalant tone held a hint of curiosity, for although she could care less for the family business, the association of a Montague with the Capulets? All hell breaks loose. She glanced up just to catch her brother's eyes, cocking her eyebrows slightly, "What's on your mind?" She pushed another piece of ice cream-covered chip into her mouth just as he shook his head, feigning rolling his eyes as he waived a waiter down and told the waiter to get a cup of water. "I want to know what he's doing- but well, I suppose you're right. He is the older cousin after all..." Jace said as he placed the cigarette back in his mouth. Chewing at the base of his cigarette, Jace pulled out his cellphone and quickly typed up a message- the contents of which Ev could not see. I want you to follow my car. We're taking a trip to the Capulets. I've found our mole. He shoved his phone into his pocket while plastering on an uncomfortable look on his face as he clutched his stomach. "I'm off to the toilet." The waiter he had just flagged down returned with the water, but Jace waved him away dismissively before calling him back and flicking the used up cigarette into the clear water.

"Did... I have to informed of that..?" A look of amusement lingered on her face as her brother announced his need to relieve his bowels. Right. You do that. Although the sudden change of topic was suspicious, she nonetheless gave him a wave as she turned from him, making her way away from the crowd, keeping the sundae in her hands. Watching her leave, Jace turned and walked towards the toilet, just in case Ev decided to follow. Out the ballroom he walked, avoiding all contact and conversation with the Montagues that continued to line the halls- not that they wanted to talk with him either. Murderer. He could feel their eyes boring into his back as he opened the door to the males toilet, but Jace felt nothing but a lack of care towards the murmuring the slamming door cut off. No one was in the toilet. Jace made a straight line for the large window opposite to the door and unlocked it swiftly before pushing it out and away. Cold winter air blew forward, buffeting Jace sharply on the face. Well isn't this just fucking great.

It didn't take long for a faint smirk to form on Ev's face as she neared the window right beside another already opened window- in the females' toilet. The small movement with her fingers invited a sound of metallic clinks. Bathroom. Right? She crossed her arms briefly, her brother's car keys dangling from her fingers. Nice try. Shaking her head, she opened the window as she leaned over the edge, the cold air blowing her hair back as the melodious sound of cursing rang in her ears from a window nearby. Jace had already crawled half way down the side of the wall, his hands grimy and his hair tangled. This was one of the worst ways to leave the party. Should have gone through the front doors instead. A string of swear words leapt from his mouth as he concentrated on lowering himself further down the side of the wall, relying on the small ridges and bumps in the wall to stop him from falling to a not very lethal, but nonetheless dangerous drop. Slowly. Fucking slowly, Jace, don't fucking slip. Carefully, Jace maneuvered himself till he was only two meters away from the ground. "Should be manageable." He muttered before letting his hands go, falling to the ground, his heels hitting the grass squarely. Jace stood back up again, his legs aching dully for a moment- only to feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. Understood, boss. I'm on my way. Meet you there. He closed his phone once more, shoving it once again into the same pocket, before running across the lush grass beds of the Montague house. Fuck this place. Jace thought as he reached his car and unlocked the door, failing to see a shadow sitting on the passenger seat as he got in and started his Pagani Huayra.

It hadn't taken Ev long to get down from her window with slightly more grace than her brother, the deep green dress tainted on the edges with the dirt from the ground. She was much more agile than him, and the duplicated keys allowed her swift entrance into his overly-extravagant car. No words could describe her look of amusement when Jace entered the car, leaning back against the seat as she crossed her legs. "It never occurred to me that you used your car as your mobile toilet." Her voice rang through the sound of the engine, leaning sideways and clenching her fist, her eyes glowing with mock anger. Jace's hand that had been moving towards the compartment box jerked back as he heard Ev's voice. HIs head snapped to Ev, his eyes wide with disbelief as he saw his adoptive sister sitting in the shotgun seat right beside him. "The hell are you doing in here?" He yelled, indignation and shock interlacing in his exclamation. The fuck! How'm I supposed to get out of here now? A look of irritation flashed across Jace's face as he shook his head and turned away from Ev, hitting the steering wheel with his fist out of frustration as Ev winced at the sound. Her look of amusement quickly turned to frustration at his sudden burst of anger, leaning back against the door and crossing her arms across her chest. "Problem? Jace? Her eyes narrowed slightly at her question, but soon enough the playful smile returned, "What? You worried I'll spoil your fun with the Capulets?" She had at least guessed her brother's intentions.

"No, Ev. I suggest you get the hell out of the car- and hand me those keys you're keeping on you somewhere. This is for your own damned good." Jace frowned at his sister, the look on his face a mixture of irritation, seriousness and anger. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, the loud noise filling the stagnant air between the two as the siblings glared each other down. However, Jace knew that Ev was not willing to back down, her eyes glancing down at his pocket at the sound of his phone. The smile was wiped from her face and a look of annoyance replaced it. "Make me. I dare you." If there was anyone that was not intimidated by her brother's stares, it was her. "And while you do that, why don't you answer your phone?" Her eyes locked with his, as if daring him to make a move. Jace kept on staring at Ev before finally sighing, pulling out his phone to quickly type up a curt message. Ev is coming along. You protect her- I'll get the mole. Looking back up at Ev, Jace shrugged and turned to sit forward in his chair. "Your choice." He grabbed another cigarette from inside his jacket pocket, lit it, and then stepped on the gas pedal, steering his car swiftly out of the packed parking lot and out onto the large street that led away from the Montague Mansion, not waiting for a second word from Ev.

"Hold your horses, what exactly do you plan on d-" Her eyes only caught a half second of his phone before he put it away, unable to catch its content. But before she could ponder on that, the car lurched forward, her eyes flickering with a hint of panic at the passing mansion. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. She pressed her back against the seat, not even for a second trusting her brother's driving skills. Then again, she hasn't trusted any forms of driving, not since her little stunt years ago. Due to his anger, Jace completely forgot about the fact that Ev was scared of driving. He pressed his foot against the gas pedal with moderate force as they rushed down the road, maneuvering the car across the road. "Check if Lex is still at the Capulet house." Jace said curtly, his eyes glued to the road. Ev was sure she was going to hurl, and if she did, she would be sure to do it on her obnoxious little brother. "W-Will you slow down!" She wasn't going to show her panic, but her hand shook as she pulled out her phone, nearly dropping it as her brother stepped down on the gas pedal. "Still there. SLOW. THE. FUCK. DOWN!" Her voice boomed in the small confinement of the car. It wasn't like her to yell, nor to swear, but she now had the feeling that they were caught in a weird revision of Grand Theft Auto.

He sighed- anyways, Jace spied a traffic light in the distance and started to press on the brake. The car rolled to a stop right behind the pedestrian crossing. "You sure? What's he doing..." He tapped his finger on the wheel for two seconds before the light turned green again. Pressing his foot down on the gas pedal once more- though this time a lot lighter- Jace drove the car down the street without any need of directions. He knew the direction to the Capulet house all too well. "Sorry bout that, Ev." Jace said sheepishly, the car at a moderate 60 mph.

"Oh, little brother..." It actually took some time for her to catch her breath, the faint wave of nausea flowing over her, "Believe me... You'll be sorry." Once I get out of the car that is... She slid down on the seat, keeping her back pressed against the seat of the chair. Ev's torture did not last long. Jace parked his car a few meters away from the Capulet mansion, from which lights and music poured out. "You stay here." Pulling out his keys, Jace got out of the car and closed the door quietly before walking up to the Capulet parking lot- or so he remembered where the flashing red dot had been when he had looked at Ev's phone. He refrained from pulling out a gun as he walked towards the Capulet mansion, his eyes darting from side to side though he knew he had men watching his back.

As if he thinks I'll actually stay in here. His words earned him a dramatic eye roll as she pulled open the door right after he was out of sight, giving the car a look of hatred as she slammed the door shut. "What are you, 007?" She grumbled impatiently as she kept her eyes on her brother. Perhaps it was the sudden tension in the atmosphere, but the gun strapped to her thigh brought her a sense of comfort. Without hesitation, she pulled the heels off and threw them beside the ground, allowing her to walk quickly across the parking lot before... Fancy seeing him here. It didn't come as a surprise for her to catch the sight of their "cousin". After all, her tracker never lies. Jace had also spotted Lex earlier, the obvious brown hair marking the man as a Montague. Walking up closer, Jace spotted a blonde standing right next to Lex, waving car keys at Lex's face. A Capulet... Walking up from behind Lex- his focus was on the man only, causing him to unintentionally ignore Ev- Jace pulled out his gun and pointed it towards Lex- though he didn't cock the gun just yet. "Turn around slowly, Lex." Jace commanded, his voice cold and hard- authoritative. From around the perimeter, he heard skirmishing, muffled yells and fighting. All this for one damned mole.

"Jace..." Her voice signaled a warning, her eyes flickered toward the gun that her brother pulled out as her hand found its way down toward her own gun strapped under her dress. "Put that down..." Her voice shook slightly in the wind. It was as if she was caught in a bad spy movie. However, the look in her eyes did not show any hint of amusement. What game are you playing here... Jace? This was not the brother she knew.

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Lex always had a knack for sensing danger, he would feel the hairs on the back of his head stand. But he'd obviously sensed too late, there wasn't much to do before he could hear Jace's voice, "Turn around slowly, Lex." The smile on his face dropped. The only thing he could think was 'What's Jace doing here?' as he turned to see Jace aiming a gun at him. Ev wasn't far behind her brother, telling him to put down the gun. Lex swallowed slightly, knowing very well that being related wouldn't stop Jace from pulling that trigger. "Kitty, I want you to duck and hide, go inside if you have to. But don't call the cops." He spoke lowly so only his friend could hear him, never looking away from Jace. He slowly opened the door to the car to step out, able to hear the fighting in the distance, "Jace, what're you doing?" His voice was just as authoritative as Jace's, but managed to have a warm, caring feeling in it. Lex could feel the gun in his jacket, it was rare for a Montague not to have some sort of weapon on them, but he didn't want to- no, couldn't pull his gun on family. "Listen to your sister and put the gun down. Please." Lex glanced over to the house, from the music that could be heard even from where they stood, it was likely that a gun shot would not be easily heard. He couldn't help but be relieved by the fact that if Jace did shoot at him, his cousins would probably manage to get away before anyone called the cops.

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Kitty's eyes widdened at the sudden turn of events when the young boy showed up looking to be around 16 or 17, holding a gun in lex's direction. She glanced nervously at Lex for a moment at he ordered her to go inside before glancing back at the guy as lex got out the car.

Sadly for Lex, Kitty wasn't the best at taking orders, generally having the terrible habit of doing the exact opposite of what the person ordering is ordering her to do. Put simply, instead of running inside to hide in a small ball like a baby, she got out the car as well as took a stance next to lex, sending the boy a 100 watt smile as if he wasn't waving guns around while at the same time sending lex her, Dont-order-me-around-it-never-works smile.

"So your a Montague huh?" She asked conversationally towards the guy, her easy smile still in place. "Is it really the best idea to come to a Capulet house with guns a blazing? I don't really care about what issue you have here but please, go somewhere else to finish it or else someone's going to notice your glaringly obvious hair and even more obvious guns. I'm not a big fan of causing even more trouble when it doesn't benifits me. So. Go. Sort. Out. Your. Issues. Else. Where." She enphasised the last words as he voice became slightly darker.

Now looking back in retrospect, Kitty would willingly admit it wasn't her best idea to go all snarky on a kid holding a gun who probably wouldn't have any issue shooting her brains out, but for some reason she just did that night. Maybe it was the stupid party, or her stupid family or maybe even the fact that she had gone without a snog for 1 week, a new personal record for her since she learnt about it back when she was 13.

"Lex, I want to go clubbing and if you want to stay here with your crazy and trigger happy family than be my guest, just don't start a shoot out on the Capulets lawn. Dad already hates me enough, I don't need to be a murder witness as well." She said the last bit with a bitter sigh before making her way back towards the car and slipping into the seat, turning on the ignition and setting it into drive. Rolling down the window so that she could see the small group of Montagues, she raised a delicate eyebrow at them before speaking again. "So what's your answer? Spend the night out here where you will debatably try to kill each other. Or, come to the club downtown where me and Lex were planning to go for some hard drinking, dancing and optional sex depending on how hot the guys are." She finished with a cheeky smile directed at lex, sending the other boy and girl a flirty smile in the process without even realising she had don't it. What? Flirting was in her blood.

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"Not now, Evelyn." Jace muttered, still keeping the gun trained on Lex. Jace ignored the Capulet girl, his eyes fixed on Lex. "What're you fucking doing here, Lex, you piece of shit." His eyes narrowed as he watched the older Montague, his mouth pulled in a frown. Men started to show up, surrounding the four standing in the parking lot- a mixture of both Capulets and Montagues. However, Jace's sister was not about to let the Capulet girl off easily, her eyes suddenly blazed with a sense of distaste at the promiscuous blonde on the side. Her thoughts took a venomous turn at the blonde, her eyes narrowing for a second before her fingers found the edges of her gun. A swipe of her hand was enough to slide the gun out of its holster under her dress, and her look darkened with the weapon that now felt so foreign in her hands. Ever since their father's death, she hasn't touched a weapon. However, her attention was momentarily distracted by the sudden outpour of men around the group, her eyes flickering toward the others. "Jace. What the hell is the meaning of this?" She was going to let the Capulet off for a second as she deals with her brother, taking one step back as she trained the gunpoint on one of the men.

He waved a hand and the men immediately took a few steps back away from the scene. "Calm down, Ev. It's nothing. I just need to have a...nice little fucking talk with our most tragically related cousin, here." A cold smile flickered onto Jace's face as he cocked the gun that felt too familiar in his hands. Jace's eyes turned as one of the men referred to him respectfully, bowing sharply before walking up to Jace. "May I...?" The man asked Ev as he walked past her, his head bowed in a subservient way as he motioned towards Jace who stood but a few paces ahead. "S-Sure..." Evelyn took a suspicious glance at the man who appeared to mean them no harm, the tensions slipping slightly out of her hand as she lowered the gun, taking one sideways step as to get out of the man's way when he walked up. However, it was that moment that she caught in the corner of her eyes the smile of the Capulet girl, a look of utter dismay dawned across her expression. Did you just flirt with my brother?! The tension on her hand rose with her sudden anger at both the situation and the cocky smile of the blonde, the gun rose with a steady motion, not at the men this time but at the girl in front of her. "I'm going to establish the fact that no one flirts with my brother." Her words were coated with venom. She wasn't going to pull that trigger, no matter how good of a shot she was, but she was not about to let that blonde off with that flirty smile. Especially not to her little brother.

Jace did not see the gun his sister now trained onto the Capulet girl, as he kept his on Lex. However, a man walked up and tapped him on the shoulder and spoke low into his ear. Jace nodded and asked, "Did you inform the old man?" The other man nodded quickly. "He is extremely unpleased...and is preparing to come here this minute."[/color] Jace's eyes widened as he wheeled around, grabbing the lackey by his collar, slamming him against a car. "Damn it, you stupid fuck! I told you to inform him, not fucking make him start a damned war with the Capulets!" He let go of the man's collar and turned around only to see Ev's gun trained on the Capulet girl- and the Capulet men whom stood behind her with their guns trained on Ev's back. A sigh escaped his mouth as Jace rubbed his forehead with his hand. This is exactly why I kept the family business away from her. Raising a hand up, he waved the men away, nodding curtly as he walked over towards Ev. Grabbing the gun with his hand, he lowered it slowly, his expression grim. "Ev, lower your gun." He said clearly, allowing the men to hear them clear as day. He knew that the Montague men were itching to raise their guns as well. But we cannot do anything rash yet. This is not our territory. His eyes flashed, Lex all but gone from his mind.

Her eyes flickered toward her little brother when his hand pressed on hers, reluctantly lowering the gunpoint away from the Capulet girl. Evelyn had not seen the men that trained their guns on her, nor did she care really. However, at this moment, she took a deep breath, turning her attention toward Jace. However, if the Capulet girl was going to try anything like that again, she was going to give her a warning shot. "Answers. Jace. I want answers." Usually she spoke to her brother in a tone of disproval, but at the moment, her voice was filled with worry, not for the situation but for what her brother was doing. This scene was all so unfamiliar. Some of the men she recognized, but only faintly, from those that worked closely with her "parents", but why Jace has them as his lapdogs was completely out of her range of understanding. Jace shook his head, unable to tell Ev anything yet. "I will tell you later." He stated quietly as he turned and walked away from Ev, "And this was exactly why I told you to stay back at the Mansion." He projected his voice enough for only Ev to hear, but he knew that some of the others gathered around them could read his lips. Plastering on a smile that did not extend to his eyes, Jace once again walked up towards Lex, intent on leaving Capulet grounds before anything happened.

"Lex, if you would please just fucking follow me, I will explain why I am here." He smiled at the taller, older Montague, though nothing but irritation and urgency coursed through Jace's body. Was the elder here? A quick glance at the road said that he hadn't, but time was running out. It didn't take long to travel from the Montague Mansion to the Capulets' large resort. "I will say that I am doing this for your safety at the risk of my fucking-," He pointed his thumb towards his chest as he leaned towards his cousin, his eyes menacing, "-life. Along with Ev's. So if you would just please move your fucking arse and follow m-?" But just as the words flowed out of his mouth, a row of black cars came to a screech on the road in front of the Capulet House. Jace looked at the cars, a deep sigh leaving him. "Well, fuck."

My life? What about my life..? Evelyn took a few steps toward her brother when he spoke his words, her hand rising to deliver a small smack to the back of her brother's head. "Swearing. Jace. Don't make me get the ice buck-" Her words were cut off when the screeching sound made her turn her head. Perhaps she was smart earlier to take off those heels, by the looks of it. "I'm going to take a guess and say that we're not going to like whoever's about to walk out of those cars.." And perhaps she was losing it to not feel an ounce of fear, but simply an utter dismay and annoyance at the situation. Jace did not reply as he watched a suited man open one of the car doors- Darren, one of the few ean Jace had to call 'boss'- and walk towards the limosine that led the line of black cars. Commotion could be heard from the Capulet resort as the grand doors that led to the large marble landing opened up, men holding guns quickly spewing out from the halls and into the parking lot. "God fucking damn it! All of this for two stupid fuckers!" He turned to watch as the limosine door opened. A thin female leg was stuck out of the car, the hot pink heel bright in the dark background of the car. The woman hobbled out of the car wearing nothing but ripped stockings and a Playboy bunny suit, falling to her feet, obviously intoxicated. Behind her, a well-dressed man appeared, a cigar dangling in his hand as he surveyed the area. Pater familias... Though he was far away, Jace could see a smirk on the middle-aged man's face as the entourage behind the Montague's Pater Familias started to walk towards the group in the middle of the parking lot.

Leaning towards Ev, Jace muttered, "Go back to the car. I don't want you anymore involved in this fucked up business than you already are." However, his voice only earned him a roll of the eye from his sister, raising her eyebrow to give him a look of mock disbelief. But even so, she wasn't stupid, taking a few steps back away from the woman she saw fall out of the car. What in the living hell is this...? Her eyes trained on the woman, a tinge of pity rising in her throat. Perhaps it was her own pride that kept her standing her ground, but she wasn't about to leave her brother alone in this, despite the fact that her brother already seemed familiar to the situation. Her hand shook for a second as the gun pointed upwards again, though not directly trained at the group in front of her. Whoever they are, she didn't trust them, and her actions did hold antagonistic movements. Jace groaned as he saw Ev raise her gun at nothing in particular again. He placed his hand on it once more and forced it towards the ground, this time stepping in front of her. "Ev. If you are not ready to actually shoot at someone, I'd suggest you put that gun down." Unfortunately, her brother was right, and with a shaky breath of air, Evelyn forced her hand to remain still under her grip. A quick glance behind Ev's head showed Jace the Head of the Capulet family standing on the ledge, surveying the arriving Montagues, his head held high as he mirrored the smirk on the Pater Familias's face.

"Jason Montague!" Jace quickly turned and took a step forward towards the incoming group of Montagues, with Darren at the head. "Boss." He replied, his voice flat as he bowed towards the man, worry filling his heart as Darren's footsteps grew closer. "Where's the family traitor, son? Darren asked, "And stand up straight. I told you I can't stand this formality shit." Slowly, Jason stood straight, cold sweat flowing down his back as he met Darrens's eyes.

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Lex hadn't wavered in his position standing next to the car, keeping an emotionless mask he'd grown accustomed to wearing as he kept his eyes on Jace, "That's not any of your business Jason." He stated, not quite sure if he could just spill the beans and tell them that his best friend just so happened to be a Capulet. His eyes widened slightly as Ev pulled a gun on Kitty, "Ev, don't. Kitty didn't mean it." Was all he could manage, slightly in shock at the sight of his cousin pulling out a gun, mainly because he thought she didn't get involved with these kinds of things.

He just began to notice the crowd of men gathered around them, glancing back to Kitty in the car. Lex's attention snapped back to Jace as he over heard the conversation between him and this man. He watched Jace make Ev lower her gun, allowing Lex to relax a little bit more. He looked down to his cousin as he walked up to talk to him, "Jace, what are you even ta-" Lex's head snapped over to the black cars, swallowing down a lump in his throat as he recognized the plates. The little tidbits of information he'd been over hearing didn't help him understand what the hell was going on. Lex was obviously worried, going over to Jace and Ev to get some kind of answer to the many questions whirling around in his head.

But he didn't get a chance to speak as he recognized Darren coming out of the car. He adjusted his jacket, standing stiffly as he dropped any expression from his face. "Boss." He said almost instinctively as Darren walked up and spoke to Jason. Lex felt the final piece of information fall into place in his head, They think I'm the mole. Lex felt as if his stomach dropped. All he'd ever been was loyal and now they were going to accuse him of this? He was quickly filled with anger and frustration, looking to Jace. He felt betrayed that his family would think that lowly of him, Lex knew he couldn't just speak out now, and even if he did, no one would listen, so he stayed silent, starring holes into the side of Jace's head.

((Sorry for the technically short post, I just can't really keep up with these huge posts easily))

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Kitty watched the situation take to major steps to hell in the matter of seconds. Shit hit the fan, shit got real and every other metaphor that included the word shit and a rapid escalation could be used to discribe this situation and kitty wasn't like it very much! But then again she wasn't going to speak up again considering they had a freaking, crazy-in-the-brain, over protective sister with a brother complex that had a gun that had been pointed in her direction and seemed ready to fire... Great...

"Hay lex, I have a phycologist on speed dial that could give you a brilliant rate for your family's anger management classes... Or I can get them a dictionary which would tell them the meaning of being stealthy and discreet is not alerting the entire Capulet house to their little spat, bring in some old guy with a limousine and you know, just generally starting shit with their obnoxiously loud voices." She whispered into lex's ear while giving miss crazy and her trigger happy, mafia boss of a brother her What-the-actual-fuck-is-wrong-with-you look.

Besides from Misses crazy moment of "Let's all play fire practice with the poor, defenseless blond chick." no one seemed to be actually giving her a second glance which made it a good idea to run the fuck away before the sister actually decided to use the weapon she was holding... Kitty didn't like her odds.

"Would it be cool with you if I made a run for it... In the opposite direction from this family of yours? I will meet you down at the usual place off main." She mumbled again as she began her slow movement in the opposite direction, her steps slow and silent from all her years practicing being light on her feet and dancing. She could also deliver a swift punch or kick if anyone of those Montague siblings or their minions come after her, not to mention she wasn't afraid to break a few bones as long as it ensure she didn't end up with a few rounds through her brain.

"Shit going down on the front lawn. Montague idiots decided to start shit. Not my fault." the message was brief but she knew her father would get the message. Capulets might be businessmen, but you didn't survive a feud with a mafia family with out a few tricks up your own sleeves. "Capulet forces will be flooding here in 2 seconds. Meet me on main in one." she sent off the second message to Lex's phone as she finally made it out of firing range and the sound of helicopters entered the air, police sirens going off in the distance and the marching sound of solid boots hitting the wooden floors inside the house as Elites exited the doors, dressed to the nines and all wealding heavy guns.... It's safe to amuse that the Montagues might of been a little out numbered and out matched but then again your never know.

"Thanks Kitty. Your mother and I will be talking to you about your little rondayvoo later, currently you are expected to return to the ball room or else we will send men to retrieve you.", she could literally hear her fathers cold tone seeping though the message and withheld her sigh of exasperation. Leave it to the Montagues to ruin her night of drinking, dancing and just getting fucked up... Now it would be spent under her annoying fathers firm gaze and probably some unpleasant punishment that should never be repeated to anyone else.

"Thanks assholes. Try thinking of others for a change and not your next fucking adrenaline hit." She grumbled to herself as she made her way back to the main house with slow, resigned steps.