/HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT -- PERS

[jackson michael peters]

A quiet afternoon in the park was exactly what Jackson needed after last night's events paired with a hangover this morning. Jackson ran his hand through his messy hair as he made his way across the busy street to the park. He loved the city life, and living only a couple of blocks away from Millennium Park was pure bliss for Jack. He loved the park with a passion. It was the perfect place to spot tourists and people watch, especially during the summer. Even with the summer winding down to a close, there would surely be more tourists that would come flocking to the park and its beauty in the upcoming seasons.

Dawning his black sunglasses, Jackson stuck his hands in his jean pockets and looked around. On mornings when Jackson awoke with a hangover, he would simply stick to a simple pair of jeans and a white t-shirt and flip flops. Today was no different. Jackson wanted to make the very most of the nice weather before it got too cold in the windy city. Fall and winter were always brutal in Chicago, but Jack was no stranger to brutal weather having grown up in London. It was never obvious where Jack was from until he opened his pretty little mouth, almost always wearing the same crooked smile. The same smile that made strangers swoon as he often held doors open for them. He was an accidental ladies man.

Women often mistook his chivalry for flirting. Jack didn't understand if this was a universal thing or just an American girl quirk. It was often annoying but being the gentleman he is, he can never really tell a lady to shove off. "The curse of the nice guy" was what his friends called it. Jack just playfully rolled his eyes at their boyish taunts. Jack's a very modest fellow.

Jack paused to look up at the giant tv fountains, which were producing the large face of a woman pursing her lips together. Water came pouring out of the screen as if the woman was spitting it out herself, and children laughed and splashed in the water as it came pouring down on them in heaps. Jackson smiled. It was the little things that really interested him about people. How such simple things could bring such large amounts of joy, especially in children. It was fascinating.

Jackson began slowly walking backward as he watched for a few more moments the children laughing and playing with one another happily. Just as he was about to turn on his heel, however, he bumped right into a woman.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," he fumbled as he quickly turned to face the poor girl he nearly knocked over. It hit him then. All signs of apology quickly left his face. This was no ordinary woman and it was certainly no stranger. This person hardly harbored any joy for Jackson, either. It was none other than his dreadful ex-girlfriend, Persephone Gianopoulos.

[persephone alethea gianopoulos]

So the park was not Persephone's favorite place in the world but she was really feeling a smoke this morning. She couldn't smoke in her apartment, much to her dismay, so he had decided to go for a walk. Somehow she had found herself in Millennium Park, one of her least favorite places in Chicago.

Persephone hated the park. She hated large crowds of people and the park was nothing but large crowds of people. She stood still, taking a drag of her cigarette as she watched with disgust the tourists pose in front of the giant bean. It was the typical tourist thing to do, take pictures of yourself in front of the reflecting mirror bean and post embarrassing selfies on all of their oh-so important social networking sights. It was disgusting. It was stupid. With a roll of her eyes and another drag of her cigarette, she decided to leave the scene. It was all too much "yuck" in one place.

Everyone in the park was the same. They were either tourists or starving artist students trying to look poetic with their journals full of pointless doodles or sad excuses for poetry. Pers was not a regular here by any means. The fact that she even ended up here today was a sad mistake. She looked around for the closest way out that would spit her out closer to her apartment. She spotted it by the fountains, which of course were surrounded by overly happy children playing in the water. That was worse than the people taking selfies in front of the bean.

She didn't mean to, but Persephone stopped again in front of the fountains. She imagined that this would be a nice place to come perhaps when it wasn't so crowded, like at night. She enjoyed public places more at night when everyone was sleeping than she did during the day when everyone was up and awake and just living around her making unnecessary noise. She was quietly admiring these fountains when a person bumped into her, consequently making her drop her cigarette on the concrete. Just that action alone would automatically place this person on Persephone's hit list, but what she saw next added fuel to the fire.

"Look what the cat dragged in," she spat at her ex boyfriend. Jackson Peters had broken up with Persephone just before the last semester had ended, so she had had to spend the summer alone with her cat and a gallon of ice cream. Pers was more than just a little bitter. She wanted revenge. She just didn't know how to get it. "Or should I say 'hangover?'"

Persephone wasn't dumb. She knew what Jackson looked like after a night out drinking. She used to wake up to that Jackson in the morning. She used to actually have feelings for this clueless, ignorant human being. She glared at him, crossing her arms and awaiting an apology. A part of her wondered why she hadn't walked away yet, though another part didn't quite want to.


TAGGED: jackson/bethany!
WORDS: 347
NOTES: tehehe
LYRICS: Katy Perry
CREDIT: To BUNNYA! from CAUTION 2.0!

[jackson michael peters]

Running into his retchid ex of a girlfriend was exactly what Jackson was trying to avoid this morning. Persephone and a hangover did not mix well. He rolled his eyes at his luck. "Come off it, Pers," he returned her famous glare, for he knew it well enough to mimic it perfectly. Toward the end of their relationship, he had seen that look many times. It was all too familiar to him now.

Jackson harbored no ill feelings toward Persephone. After all, he was the one who ended it. Sure, he thought she was a bit of an annoying young woman, but he was her ex. He kind of expected to be treated the way she treated him after breaking it off so suddenly. Jackson was not the type of man to stay in a relationship if he no longer felt in love. That was exactly what happened with Persephone. She didn't do anything to Jackson, in fact she was a very good girlfriend for Jackson. She was a very mature girl, or so he thought.

After the breakup, Persephone seemed to turn into a whole new person. This new person now stood in front of Jack in Millennium Park. She didn't smile at him like she used to. Not that he wanted her to; he was kind of over this whole "evil ex girlfriend" act she seemed to be putting on.

(ooc: Sorry it's so short!)

[persephone alethea gianopoulos]

Persephone scoffed at the bossy Brit's response. "Or what, Peters?" She asked, skeptically. "Are you actually going to talk to me? You're actually going to give up watching these lovely tourists to talk to me?" She made sure to lace her tone with as much acid as possible.

Persephone really wanted nothing to do with Jackson Peters but there was something about him that drew her toward him. Perhaps it was just the history they had together. They had dated for a little over a year and it was hard to just forget about something like that. The attraction now, however, was nothing but fueled by hatred on Pers's part and she kind of hated how he just could not be mean back to her. He was always so nice. She used to love that about him but not it was the thing she hated most.

Pers would love nothing more than to make Jackson really see what he gave up. She was nothing but nice and loving to him during their relationship and then one day without warning, Jackson just broke up with her. One would think that Persephone would have noticed his lack of interest toward the end of the relationship, then again one would also say that Persephone was blinded by love and the blow that the breakup caused was a powerful one. Now she wanted nothing more than to find someone to be with if only for the soul purpose of making Jackson jealous. She swore up and down that she had no feelings for him anymore, but she wanted nothing more than to make this boy jealous.


TAGGED: jackson!
WORDS: 272
NOTES: tehehe
LYRICS: Katy Perry
CREDIT: To BUNNYA! from CAUTION 2.0!

[jackson michael peters]

The way that Persephone used to admire Jackson was fascinating to him. Not only in a purely educational way but also emotionally. He used to be very much in love with Pers and everything she was. She was relaxed, she was patient, she was a lovely young woman who accepted him for who he was and that was a big thing for Jackson when he had first moved to the States. Now he could see how she fit the meaning behind her name.

Persephone: majestic queen of the underworld. Jackson was sure he could write a short novel just over their breakup.

"No, Persephone," he spat back the acidic tone she flung out at him, "come off your high horse and please, for God's sake, get over it." Jackson truly had nothing else to say. He did not want to fight with Persephone, especially in such a public place. Dramatic public scenarios were not his cup of tea.

Jackson rolled his eyes and hoped to God that Persephone would leave the conversation at that as he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and annoyingly walked on past her. He would be so lucky to get off so easily...

[persephone alethea gianopoulos]

What on Earth? Had Jackson seriously just attempted to tell her off? Had he seriously just told her to shove off and shove past her? That wasn't like him at all. While it was what she wanted, for him to grow a pair and get mad at her, it still stung. It was a new sting, to finally have him fight back.

As he walked past her, she stared at the ground in front of her where he had just stood. Her mouth was slightly agape in shock. She looked up. No. He wasn't going to get off that easy. She turned around and took two long strides before she had galloped in front of him.

"Excuse me?" She crossed her arms once again. She raised her eyebrows at him, as if she was expecting an apology for the way he just acted. "What is your problem, Jackson?" She accused. Of course in all actuality, Jackson's problem was no doubt Persephone. She didn't see it that way, however, and even if she did she would never admit to it. She wanted to stick to blaming him and whatever internal problems he had with himself.


TAGGED: jackson!
WORDS: 198
NOTES: it's a poopy post, sorry!
LYRICS: Katy Perry
CREDIT: To BUNNYA! from CAUTION 2.0!

[jackson michael peters]

Jackson smirked to himself after a few minutes, thinking that what he had said really did stumble Persephone and had left her speechless. Unfortunately, he found that was not the case when once again there she stood in front of him. She had always been about a head shorter than he, so he always looked down on her. Now he looked down in disgust, condescendingly.

"My problem?" He repeated. Had she really just asked that? "You are asking me what my problem is?" Jack really couldn't believe it. He knew that Pers had gone off the deep end in the last couple of months, but really? This was it. The final straw. Jack promised himself he wasn't going to crack, but Pers really left him no choice...

"You, Persephone," Jackson threw his fist at his side in anger, his face red not only from anger but from embarrassment as he had just yelled at her in the park. "You are the problem. For the last six months, you have been the problem." He made eye contact with her. His face was stern and angry. Never before had he lost his cool like that with her.

"You have gone off the deep end, Persephone." He lowered his voice now. This was a conversation meant for only the two of them. Jackson wasn't looking to embarrass the both of them. "I thought you were better than this, that you would be able to handle a breakup like an adult, but I can see now that I was very wrong," he spoke with his hand, gesturing at her accussingly, like a dog.

[persephone alethea gianopoulos]

Persephone kept the same expecting look on her face when he asked if she was serious. Of course she was. She wasn't just asking to hear the sound of her voice. She had no idea what had suddenly gotten so into him and she wanted answers. She wasn't going to let him off without a proper apology for walking away.

When Jackson snapped at her, however, this took her by great surprise. Persephone's arms dropped to her sides as she took a step back. She was not expecting that reaction out of Jackson at all. He always had been easily irritable when he was hungover but this was all new to her. He had changed. Persephone felt her face get hot, no doubt pink from embarrassment. After all, he had just shouted at her in the park. She was not one for public fights either but she would never in a million years figure Jackson would have done that.

Jackson lowered his voice now and Pers regained her composure. She crossed her arms and glared at him once more. "And I thought that you would be able to stay away from me, yet here you are," she falsely accused him again. It was all backwards. She was the one who was following him, now. Their meet up today had been accidental but she wasn't walking away. She was turning everything around to make it look like it was his fault. Persephone had a way of really twisting things around to make people extremely angry at her. She was just asking for it now.


TAGGED: jackson!
WORDS: 263
NOTES: ohhhhh, here it comes!
LYRICS: Katy Perry
CREDIT: To BUNNYA! from CAUTION 2.0!

[jackson michael peters]

Speechless. That was what Jackson was. Speechless. Even that was an understatement for his reaction to what had just left the lips of the queen of the underworld. Persephone had always had a habit of turning things around on him, that much he knew; but never before had he pegged her for this type of girl. She had completely and utterly deceived him for the majority of their relationship. He felt like he was meeting a whole new person; a person he feared to be the real Persephone Gianopoulos.

"Don't," he began, taking his eyes off of her to stare anywhere else but in her piercing brown eyes; those same eyes that he had once loved so much for that reason. "Don't you dare even start, Persephone," his tone was ice cold, hard. He wanted to badly to get the message across that she was no longer welcome in his life. He wanted to make it evident within his voice.

It was true. Jackson really wanted nothing to do with her any longer and after today he was even embarrassed to call her an ex-girlfriend. "We are through, Persephone," he spat. "It is time for you to realize that and move on." Why hadn't she? Pers had always struck him for the type of girl that was strong and independent enough to move along after a breakup, to do good for herself. So far the only good Persephone had done was ignore him completely until this day. Why was now so different?

"I loved you once, Pers," Jackson said, his tone slightly lighter now, "but things change, people change. I suggest you learn that and do the same." Jackson finally returned his gaze to her eyes, hoping that she could see the seriousness, the meaning behind them. He meant it, every word. Jackson did not want her to push him any further. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stay civil for much longer.