Now if you do not want to I totaly understand. But ummm remeber the Rp when um Jareth was walking Sierra home and they found a note. Do want to continue cause I miss that little Goblin King.
Jareth flew down to the floor, stretching his wings once he'd landed. Walking awkwardly around a little, he studied the room curiously. The owl pecked at Sierra's wig interestedly.
Sierra put her hair in a pony tail as she watched the bird peck at the wig. Sierra walked over to the bar letting out a sigh as she touched it was like a greeting from an old friend. Sierra looked at her attire old sweat pants and t-shirt she decided to relieve some stress by danceing but first she needed to warm up.
Sierra could tell her little friend was laughing. Well its not like ill live much longer so why not enjoy life . Putting on some music she returned to the bar where she started doing a ballet warm up .
Ballet had never been Jareth's favourite form of dance. It was beautiful, yes, but not the best, in his opinion.
Ah, well.
He wished he was in human form, so that he could at least talk to her, but he couldn't really fly away and have his human form just happen to turn up. It would be too obvious...
Jareth hooted absent-mindedly.
Sierra was done with her warm and she was ready to freely dance to some energetic music. The owl caught her attention and again some of his features reminded her of Jareth. Walking closer to the bird she stared intently at the him. I really wish you were him she sighed as she went back to the middle of the room and started doing a combination doing leaps and turns putting her heart and soul into the movements.
If only you knew.
Jareth hooted shortly, flapping out of the way.
Oh, bugger it all.
The owl flew out of the building, searching for a secluded place that he could turn back into his human form in.
Sierra was not aware of her friends disappearance until she landed on the ground huffing and puffing.
Hmm I guess he wanted some fresh air she thought returning to her dancing.
Around a minute later, a tall figure stood in the doorway. "Ah, intuition. A wonderful thing, really." Jareth said. He was mostly hidden in shadow, but the left side of his body was lighter. "What are you doing? Ballet?"
Its not that Im not happy to see you, you just scared me. I thought you would at least call before popping up where Im at. Sierra was rather shocked to Jareth for a minute she considered that Jareth was the owl . How else would he now where she was at? And that she had previously been doing ballet.But she did not care if he could turn into an owl so what. So nice of you to fly by she said teasingly. And no Im not doing ballet Im doing something a bit more modern. I normally only do ballet to warm up.
He hid his dismay at her pun, guessing that it was intentional. She didn't seem bothered by this discovery, so he decided to just leave it at that and say nothing on the subject. "I couldn't call you," He pointed out. "Your ah...phone must be turned off." The king knew it was broken, but wasn't about to tell her that. "Shouldn't you be home by now? Or rather, trying to find one?"
Hmm well since my stalker knows were I used to live I cant go back there can I? Someone stepped on my phone on the train she told him althugh she was sure he was already aware of this piece of information. Ill need to find a new home but before I do I have two goonies on my tail but I think I lost them back at the station.
Jareth smiled dryly. "I have the feeling you won't be troubled by him for much longer," He leaned against the doorway again, adjusting his gloves. I'm sure he's having fun in my labyrinth.
Hang on she said as she went over to a music player and popped in a swaying yet energetic song. How about this she questioned? Or would you rather cha cha to some mexican music she teased giggling because she imagined him trying to the cha cha.
"I would, miss," He responded with a smirk, taking her hand and starting to dance, taking a few seconds to adjust to the music. It had been a while since he'd danced; at an Underground ball three weeks ago, if he remembered correctly. The king regretted the fact that he was not dressed in his best clothing, but his current attire would do, he supposed. Jareth didn't speak again, but just looked down at Sierra with an unreadable expression.
Her eyes reminded him of various things that he couldn't quite put a name to. He danced with her until the song ended, at which point he stepped back and inclined his head. "A skilled dancer." The comment was aimed at her.
Really well I guess dancing since I was three paid off and ....... Sierras sentence was cut short as she could hear some one entering the building. Stepping in front off Jareth she whispered did you by any chance bring any of your friends with you she asked in a tense whisper?
Jareth tensed as Sierra cut off, for he too had heard the noise, the faint footsteps. The king growled quietly. "I believe these are your...'friends', shall we say." He stepped to the side, eyes darting here and there.
Jareth narrowed his eyes and was instantly infront of Sierra, his tall form blocking her from view. "Is that a fact?" He growled, bristling at them angrily.
Somtone grabbed Sierras wrist and was twisting it draggiing her into a choke hold Jareth she tried to yell but her air supply was cut short. Sierra bit the hand of her attacker.Giving a slight yell the attacker slammed her into the mirror .Causing the mirror to break into many pieces. Sierra fell unconscience to the floor on the shards of glass, Blood oozing out of her wounds. Jareth .... Jareth she said quietly run.
There were now three hoodlooms one Jareth and an unconscience girl.
A feral snarl ripped from the fae's throat as Sierra was slammed into the mirror, and he completely ignored her command, instead grabbing the woman's attacker and throwing him into the mirror. He cursed unintelligibly as one of the men tried to punch him, and rammed his gloved fist straight into the attacker's face instead. Now there was only one standing, and Jareth growled loudly.
"Get out and I'll consider letting you live," His voice was dangerously sharp.
The king turned his gaze to the unconscious female on the floor.
Jareth watched with blazing eyes until he was sure they were gone, then knelt by Sierra's fallen form. He looked at her for several seconds, then sighed. He'd have to either wake her up, or pick her up and disappear. But where could he take her? Not to Chime, not to Tuna, not to the Underground...
She was bleeding. He frowned in -- and he loathed himself for it -- concern. She could have concussion for all he knew - and he didn't know much about that.
He thought again, and it came to him - he could take her to her old apartment. It was far away, but he could just say she'd passed out for the journey...couldn't he? Then he could reorder time--no, no. He'd figure it all out later.
But that was only if she didn't wake up now.
"Sierra." His voice was firm as he lifted her into his arms, setting her down away from the broken glass. "Sierra."
He sighed while picking her up, hoped for the best, and disappeared, reappearing in the bedroom of Sierra's old apartment.
Jareth set her down carefully on the bed, looking at the dark sky through the window. If she realised what time it was he'd just...avoid the question. Or make her sleep and then lie to her about how long she'd slept.
Sierra could feel pressure on her body it then she realized she was still alive. Forcing her eyes to open she mumbled Jareth her voice weak but determined to receive an answer.
Jareth grimaced too. "You'll live. I don't have...medical supplies of any kind, so I suggest you just sleep for now..." He could always patch her up while she slept.
Hmm she ignored Jareths comment about sleeping and sat up. Looking around she noticed she was in her old apartment. She said nothing but slightly raised her eyebrow. As she attempted to stand.
"Sit down," He said exasperatedly, putting a hand on Sierra's shoulder to force her back down. Jareth did not bring up the subject of how they got there, but he knew that Sierra recognised her apartment. "You'll hurt yourself."
Sierra sighed as she shook off his hand. Im going to get the first aid kit. Unless you want my wounds to get infected she replied as she contiued in her attempt to find the kit.
Jareth begun cleaning Sierra's wounds, his face creased into a concentrated frown. When he was finished he tossed the waste and such in the trash, then turned to Sierra as if waiting for her to speak.
What do you want me to say? I have many questions but I think youll avoid telling me the truth . She sighed looking into his eyes for some sort of answer.
Jareth flew down to the
Sierra put her hair in a pony
He'd have laughed if he
Sierra could tell her little
Ballet had never been
Ah, well.
He wished he was in human form, so that he could at least talk to her, but he couldn't really fly away and have his human form just happen to turn up. It would be too obvious...
Jareth hooted absent-mindedly.
Sierra was done with her warm
If only you knew. Jareth
Jareth hooted shortly, flapping out of the way.
Oh, bugger it all.
The owl flew out of the building, searching for a secluded place that he could turn back into his human form in.
Sierra was not aware of her
Hmm I guess he wanted some fresh air she thought returning to her dancing.
Around a minute later, a tall
What the Sierra shouted and
Jareth smiled dryly. "'Yes
Its not that Im not happy to
He hid his dismay at her pun,
Hmm well since my stalker
Jareth smiled dryly. "I have
Sierra glanced over at Jareth
Jareth chuckled. "There's no
Hang on she said as she went
Jareth blinked. "Cha
Sierra could not help but
"I would, miss," He responded
Sierra gazed st him with her
Her eyes reminded him of
Really well I guess dancing
Jareth tensed as Sierra cut
No friends of mine she
Boss wants to see you miss they said directing their stament to Sierra.
You can tell him I dont want to see him unless hes swimming with the sharks she replied haughtily.
You dont have much of a choice they chukkled.
"I suggest you try and
We have direct orders to
Sierra looked at Jareth with a questioning look. He must have done something to Sam. If he can turn into an owl what else can he do she thought.
Jareth narrowed his eyes and
Facts are facts one of them
Somtone grabbed Sierras wrist and was twisting it draggiing her into a choke hold Jareth she tried to yell but her air supply was cut short. Sierra bit the hand of her attacker.Giving a slight yell the attacker slammed her into the mirror .Causing the mirror to break into many pieces. Sierra fell unconscience to the floor on the shards of glass, Blood oozing out of her wounds. Jareth .... Jareth she said quietly run.
There were now three hoodlooms one Jareth and an unconscience girl.
A feral snarl ripped from the
"Get out and I'll consider letting you live," His voice was dangerously sharp.
The king turned his gaze to the unconscious female on the floor.
Well be back they threatened
Jareth watched with blazing
She was bleeding. He frowned in -- and he loathed himself for it -- concern. She could have concussion for all he knew - and he didn't know much about that.
He thought again, and it came to him - he could take her to her old apartment. It was far away, but he could just say she'd passed out for the journey...couldn't he? Then he could reorder time--no, no. He'd figure it all out later.
But that was only if she didn't wake up now.
"Sierra." His voice was firm as he lifted her into his arms, setting her down away from the broken glass. "Sierra."
Sierra heard a voice but she
He sighed while picking her
Jareth set her down carefully on the bed, looking at the dark sky through the window. If she realised what time it was he'd just...avoid the question. Or make her sleep and then lie to her about how long she'd slept.
Sierra could feel pressure on
The king looked at her in
Sierra gave a week smile like
Jareth grimaced too. "You'll
Hmm she ignored Jareths
"Sit down," He said
Sierra sighed as she shook
Jareth rolled his eyes,
Sierra heard his little
Jareth just narrowed his
Swabbing her wounds with
"[color#ffdd93]Give it
Fine she replied as she
Jareth begun cleaning
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