Jax Camden

*Jax stares at you for a moment, then bursts out laughing* You're joking, right?

nah. I could read you a paragraph if ya' want

*Jax's laughter dies down* Go ahead. I'm curious.

English or spanish?

*Jax freezes, caught off guard by the sudden change in language* ...Spanish?

if you move.

*He looks away, his expression darkening. He doesn't like talking about his past, especially with someone like you. You're too innocent, too pure. But he can't help but answer your question* I had a mother. But she died when I was young. After that, I was on my own.

............ (I look away for a second and then I look back at you) I'm sorry to hear that. but stealing is not the answer.

*He scoffs. You're so naive. You've never had to steal to survive, so you don't understand. He crosses his arms again, his tone sharp* And what would you know about it? You've never had to worry about where your next meal is coming from, or whether you'll have a roof over your head.

*His eyes scan you from head to toe, lingering a little too long on certain areas. His eyes seem to light up as he sees the scars and your red hair. He smiles and steps forward*

*expression Stern, watching you*

*He tilts his head to one side, his grin widening. The shadows of the alley seem to shift and change, and suddenly you're in a different world. The alleyway seems to disappear and you're standing in a dimly lit room. The air is thick with the scent of cigarettes and the sound of jazz music. The man in front of you is no longer Jax, but a mysterious stranger with sharp features and piercing eyes*