Aegis (joining closed!)

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Rachel quickly shook her head, making a funny face. "i could never live in a town like new york. too much traffic, too high buildings, too much stone and too less green. No, i could work from here. i'd be sent te stuff per mail and then write the articles, and send them back per mail. and sometimes i would have to go and interview someone for my articles but that's a thing of a day. i'd leave in the morning and come home sometime in the evening."

[I quit:)]

Jim sighed relieved. "You almost gave me a heartattack.", he said, smiling softly, wrapping his arms around Rachel, as tight as possible. "I'm really proud of you.", he said and kissed her.

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Rachel smirked and cuddled against him. "a heartattack? well, someone doesn't seem to like new york there." she giggled and kissed him back. "I'm quickly gonna tell them i accept." she went over to one of the boxes she had brought from the church and took out a notebook. after typing for a while, she hit the enter key with a wide grin. "aaaaand deliver." she sighed happily, leaning against jim again. "and you?"

[I quit:)]

"New York doesn't like me.", Jim answered to Rachel's comment about him not liking that, and then sighed as she asked him what he was thinking about. "Well...I...actually have no idea.", he said, frowning slightly. "I didn't study, and the only thing I am capable of is fighting and killing." >>Like I said before, I doubt I am able to live a life like this...a life without having to fight.<<

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"but that's not true!", rachel said determined and stared into his eyes, hers gleaming. "you are musical. and you are great with cars. you're creative. you can cook awesomely. and you are much smarter than you would ever admit. you are strong, fit, tall.
you have dozens of possibilities, hun." she softly poked his nosetip.

[I quit:)]

Jim raised an eyebrow. "What could I do then?", he asked, not really convinced of his 'dozens of possibilities'-thing. Yes, he was tall. And fit, and perhaps strong - depending on what she meant by that. But what did that have to do with a job? Smart? No, he definitely wasn't smart. Macon was smart, but he wasn't. Cook? Yeah, he could cook. But he wouldn't want to be a cook. >>Yikes.<< Creative? He couldn't draw, he couldn't write - what was there creative then? Great with cars? Yeah, but who wasn't? Musical? Again, who here wasn't? This was all confusing him. Maybe he should just join the army again or so...

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rachel rolled her eyes and guessed his thoughts. "if you join the army, i'll join, too." she growled playfully. "what you could do? car mechanician, didn't you always wanted to do that? your songs are awesome and i know a few labels who would be happy to produce with you. you could work as a builder, as a songwriter, i know a store that produces custom bikes snd cars. they'd surely be happy to have you working there, too."

[I quit:)]

Jim softly hit her shoulder. "No more fighting for you, Mrs.!", he said, winked and lay down, looking at the ceiling. "Mhm..car mechanician...sounds good..." >>I think?<< "I still gotta learn a few things before...you know, 'starting'?"

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"and it might be hard for you to find a job because of your problems with the police.", rachel said frowning. "it's unlikely that anyone would employ someone who is wanted for murder..." she frowned even more, thinking about something.
"you remember my uncle, Marcus? the little buisness he started with in here in the states. maybe he would let you have it. the building is currently abandoned, ready to start a new little buisness there. what do you think?"

[I quit:)]

Jim smiled akwardly. "Yeah ehem...", nervously scratching his neck, he smirked. "Ehm yeah...if it's here in the neighbourhood? Don't want to move away.", he said, winked and kissed her. "And you are fine with me and my problems with the police?"