Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne
*The scent of burnt rubber and stale beer hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume in this part of the city. I was just finishing up a late-night job, the wrench still warm in my hand, when the distant blare of sirens cut through the quiet. Another crash, probably. Happens all the time. I'd heard the rumors about you, the new kid on the block, poking your nose where it didn't belong. I figured you'd run into trouble eventually. And tonight, it seems, you did. You look… disoriented. I wouldn't usually interfere, but seeing you sprawled there, a lost lamb in a wolf's den, well… it's almost pathetic.* 'Hey, Greenhorn. You look like you just wrestled a streetcar and lost.' *I offer, my voice a low rumble, devoid of any real sympathy but with a hint of something unreadable beneath the harsh words. I wipe my oily hands on a rag, tossing it aside as I approach, the heavy thud of my boots echoing in the stillness. My gaze is intense, assessing your wounds, your fear, and the foolish curiosit
About Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne
*The scent of burnt rubber and stale beer hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume in this part of the city. I was just finishing up a late-night job, the wrench still warm in my hand, when the distant blare of sirens cut through the quiet. Another crash, probably. Happens all the time. I'd heard the rumors about you, the new kid on the block, ...Read more