jaxcnlieberman

[jaxcnlieberman]

Jaxon always did his best to keep the blonde in the back of his mind; their history something he's wanted in the past yet here she was in the flesh. Of course, it's crossed his mind over the years what life would have been if the two of them hadn't gone their separate ways. If he had followed her out of this town or if she had followed him.

He'd never admit it but he's never been able to find someone who caught him the way she had. His gaze drifts across her as if he's taking her in like it's the last time he'll ever lay eyes on her. The party noise around them fades into the background. He shrugs his shoulders at her comment about seeing a ghost which he couldn't lie, it's how he felt.

"Unfortunately, not all of us can pretend we feel nothing." It's a low blow because even though she's trying to hide it. He can see behind the perfectly fitted mask, the mask she put up for everyone but used to let down for him. He shifts away from the door, allowing the blonde he had in there a moment earlier to slip out.

"Why the fuck did you come back to Kismet, Marcy?"

@marcyromans

If there was ever once face in the entire planet that Marcy wished she could would never run into again, it was Jaxon's. And when she stepped foot into Kismet again, she practically prayed he wasn't around anymore. That life had taken him anywhere but this town again. Not while she was here anyway.

Though, much like everything else that has happened recently, things never seemed to work in her favor. Instead it felt like a slap in the face to see him, of all people, emerging from behind the bathroom wall — heart sinking to the pit of her stomach.

She did what she does best when their eyes meet. Any semblance of surprise that might've crossed her features was gone and in it's place was a perfectly fitted mask. A composure that showcased the look of indifference as opposed to what was really going on inside of Marcy's mind.

“In the flesh,” she remarks, resisting the urge to stop her irritation from surfacing. “Keep that look on your face and people might start thinking you've seen a ghost.” She sure had.

@jaxcnlieberman

#— threads. #— marcy roman.

[jaxcnlieberman]

Jaxon nods his head, adjusting his stance. "Of course, wouldn't offer it if I didn't mean it." He murmurs as he glances down to her. He reaches out to take her hand to help her up as he listens to her speak. "You have a kid? Huh," he mutters. "I bet you are a good mom." She had always been a good friend to him. "Workin' as a personal trainer. It's goin'."

@nicolepeterson

Her eyes followed his before looking back up at him. "Are you sure? I'd appreciate that." She said as she stood and took a drink of the soda he offered her. "Well, welcome home. It's good to see you." Nicole smiled before shrugging. "I've been good. Never left town, but made a good living on Twitch and YouTube. I'm living in Driftwood Haven with my brother right now. He helped me out when I first had my son." She explained. "How have things been? What are you doing now?" @jaxcnlieberman

#— threads. #— nicole peterson.

[jaxcnlieberman]

Jaxon laughs, his hands brushing along the side of the dog's neck. "That's alright," it was always said to him dogs were helpful to those who were in need of it the most. Maybe that's what her dog was doing, a small part of him likes to believe the dog is aware of the fact he might need a little more comfort than most. "I don't know," he smiles, raising his eyes up to her. "I heard dogs are just good at telling who is a good person and who is not, maybe he thinks I am one." Most would beg a differ but he wasn't about to dig into that with the blonde.

@delphinehawthorne

Delphine was relieved to see that the man wasn't angry over Nico's sudden appearance, and seemed to welcome it. "That's good to hear, because I don't think he has any intention of leaving you alone," she laughed as her labrador pulled at his leash, trying to pounce onto the man in front of him. At his request, Delphine let go of the leash, letting Nico bounce onto the man. The dog tried his best to lick his face, making the blonde woman grimace slightly. "Jeez, he really does like you. Do you have a dog at home or something? Maybe he smells that," she suggested.

#— threads. #— delphine hawthrone.

[jaxcnlieberman]

closed — @marcyromans

Jaxon walks over to the bathroom door and reaches out to the door knob. He turns it, pulling the door open as he glances to look at the girl behind him. Just one little look to let her know she could come out a few seconds later. At least, that's how he felt until he had one foot out of the door to turn to find Marcy leaning up on the wall. "Marcy?"

#— threads. #— marcy roman.

[jaxcnlieberman]

Jaxon turns his head to look over at the voice shouting; as he looks, there's a chocolate Labrador booking it right to him. He prepared himself for it, adjusting his sitting in order to catch the dog before it crashed into him. Yet, about an inch apart, the dog is held back by his owner. He chuckles, raising his gaze up to the blonde. "No need to apologize," he smiles. "It's all good, I love dogs. No harm, no foul." He drops his gaze to Nico. "You mind if I —..." he gestures to the dog.

@delphinehawthorne

open starter @ kismet beach with (1/3)

"Nico!" Delphine shouted as a chocolate Labrador bounded up to the innocent bystander walking up the beach. The blonde woman ran after the dog, grabbing a hold of his leash just before he was about to attack the person with slobbery kisses. "I'm so sorry, he's not usually so excitable. He must really love your scent or something," the woman apologised with a small laugh, gaining control of the dog again. "Are you okay?"

#— threads. #— delphine hawthrone.

[jaxcnlieberman]

Jaxon turns his head to look over at her. "They are probably the most worn out pair of shoes I've ever seen, T. You should consider buyin' a new pair." He murmurs as he holds his phone between his hands as they rest in the space between his knees, hanging there. He shakes his head as he lifts his eyes up to look around him. "Nah, just took a stroll and found myself sittin' here. It's fate, ain't it?" He glances back up to her. "Fate just wanted me to see that gorgeous mug of yours."

@reneexthompsxn

Renee had finished her shift at Cedar Grill and Lounge and was planning on heading home when she stepped out onto the sidewalk out front. She was about to head towards her apartment when she saw someone sitting on the curb. She knew him and she knew him well. Walking up to him, Renee hadn't even though to something to say when he spoke, "So what if I have?" She scoffed, though she sported a smile on her lips as she gently nudged him with a foot. "You need a place to crash?" @jaxcnlieberman

#— threads. #— reene thompson.

[jaxcnlieberman]

As much as he would have preferred the drink in his hand be a beer, Jaxon had noticed through the window it was Nicole sitting outside and the last thing he wanted was for it to get to Jeremy that he wasn't following everything he should be doing since his return. He turns his head to look over at his car parked a little bit away as he raises the bottle up to his lips to take a sip. "Well, I have my car if you don't want to keep waitin' for the bus." He murmurs. He drops his hand down to his side, his index finger around the neck as he glances to look at the area across the street. "Yep," the 'p' popping. "Been about a week now. How have you been?" Deciding not to really talk about himself and how he was doing.

@nicolepeterson

Hearing a voice, Nicole turned around and she smiled as she saw Jaxon. "I was waiting for the bus. I had to drop my car off to get the brakes done and they didn't actually have the right ones like they thought so it won't be done until tomorrow." She explained before taking the bottle he handed her. "It has been. How are you doing? I didn't realize you were back." @jaxcnlieberman

#— threads. #— nicole peterson.

[jaxcnlieberman]

closed — @nicolepeterson

Jaxon walks out of the convenience store with a couple of old school bottles of coke, his gaze shifting to see a familiar little blonde on the curb. "Don't tell me you're waitin' for a ride?" He asks, raising his bottle up to his lips to pull the cap off the top with his teeth. He spits the cap out and steps toward her, spinning the other bottle in his hand to hold it out to her. "It's been a long time, P."

#— threads. #— nicole peterson.

[jaxcnlieberman]

closed — @reenexthompsxn

Jaxon plops down in front of one of the pubs onto the sidewalk, his eyes lifting up to look at the dark sky. He rests his elbow down on his knee, wondering if he should give Jeremy a call. Honestly, the urge to do so scratches away underneath the surface but he doesn't want to worry him. He raises his hand up, rubbing his hand down his face when he notices a pair of shoes next to him. "Don't tell me you've been wearing those since high school, little T." He murmurs.

#— threads. #— reene thompson.

[jaxcnlieberman]

INTRODUCING...

full name: jaxon lieberman

age: twenty six

birth date: july 30th, 1996

birth place: kismet harbor, oregon

gender: cis man

pronouns: he / him

orientation: heterosexual

neighbourhood: driftwood haven

occupation: personal trainer at access athletics

town activites: elevated escapades, bowling league, aqua avengers, aa & na.

trigger warnings: death, abandonment, pregnancy, addiction, drug overdose, ptsd, army

jaxon is the second lieberman male, born five years after his older brother jeremy.

he didn't know his parents; his mother leaving when he was a few months old and his father dying when he was only three.

as he got older, he practically forgot the man all together but he knew jeremy still had the trauma from how they treated him.

so, he made sure to be on his best behavior in front of their aunt carol, never wanting to put their stable home environment in jeopardy.

even though he was making some incredibly bad choices behind the scenes; it was a party every weekend and he was climbing the social ladder at school.

at sixteen, he started dating the cheerleader and for the first time jaxon thought maybe he had the opportunity to actually have the one in a life time romance.

until about three weeks into their relationship and she dropped the bombshell on him that she was pregnant.

his whole life spiraled; he wasn't sure he was even capable of being a father because as silly as it seemed, it felt like his father had a choke hold on him even from the grave, that all the worst parts of him were floating around in his veins.

it took him a few weeks to get used to the idea but eventually he got on board and was able to end up telling his brother about the fact he was going to be a father, a confession that of course had some getting used to.

he adjusted his whole life to make it work. he stopped partying, got himself a part time job and picked up the grades at school in hopes to go to college and get a good paying job.

finally, the day came. he took her to the hospital and during the birth he was right there, holding her hand. once the baby came out, it was clear as day there was no way he was the father.

it all fell apart after that, he went back to the parties but this time it didn't stay away from his home life. he'd come home drunk on a daily basis and unfortunately he was a carbon copy of his father. he was angry and he let the whole world know it.

he didn't plan on cleaning up his act until the big senior party, he showed up and was handed something at the door. he took it without asking any questions and the next thing he knew he was waking up in the hospital with jeremy right next to him, the red-rimmed eyes told him enough. it was a close call and he had been lucky to be alive.

so, he got clean and during one of his meetings he met a army recruiter. he was packing for training a week later and then would eventually move onto boot camp and so forth.

he honestly planned on making a career out of it, according to his sergeant he had been one of the best he ever worked with, someone to change his life for the better to become the strongest version of himself.

it was until one of the tours, there was a mistake and it ended with his camp being raided.

he came home, released from his duties and the ptsd to come with it.

he's been home for a few months, he still hasn't talked about what happened that day and does whatever he can to make sure his brother never has to worry about him.

#kismetharbor.intro