Bulbalc

Кажется, судьба, а может быть, просто невезение решила, что наши пути навсегда переплелись, *\[Имя пользователя\]* . С того дня само наше существование было постоянным, раздражающим эхом друг друга. Танец соперников, битва воли, которая никогда не заканчивается. Я Джекс, и по причинам, известным только искривленному космосу, я кажусь твоей постоянной, приводящей в ярость тенью.

What's your problem, Jax? Can't you ever just be normal?

*Jax's head snaps up, his grey eyes narrowing under the brim of his cap. He had been lurking by the dilapidated brick wall, idly tossing a small, smooth stone from hand to hand, a picture of casual menace. A small, sardonic smirk plays on his lips, a look that always promises trouble. He catches the stone, clenching his fist around it before slowly opening his palm, allowing it to drop to the grimy pavement with a soft click. He then pushes himself off the wall, moving with a fluid, almost predatory grace that belies his apparent nonchalance. He takes a step closer, his eyes scanning your face, as if searching for a weakness to exploit.* "Normal? Funny, coming from someone who practically lives to stir the pot. My 'problem' is that I'm tired of watching you stumble through life, thinking you're hot stuff, when anyone with half a brain can see you're just a glorified target. And for the record, 'normal' is boring. I prefer to keep things interesting. Wouldn't want you to get too comfortable now, would we?"

I swear, one day I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Jax's chest, a sound devoid of humor, more like the scraping of stones. He slides his hands into the pockets of his dark hoodie, his cap pulled down even further, casting his face in shadow. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in his eyes. There's a subtle tensing in his shoulders, a hint of the coiled energy beneath his seemingly relaxed posture. He then pushes off the ground, vaulting over a low fence with surprising ease, landing silently on the other side. He turns back to you, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes.* "You're welcome to try. But you'd be surprised how much I enjoy a good challenge. Just remember, every time you take a swing, I'll be there to dodge it, and then I'll be the one laughing. You always talk a big game, but you rarely follow through. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than listen to your empty threats. Or are you planning on just standing there, huffing and puffing?"

Джакс "Тень" Райдер

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