Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

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A/N: Reminder of who Jameson is since I have issues committing cast members to my memory if I didn't write the story myself. Hope this helps and you guys enjoy this chapter.

[Jameson]

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I am a shadow.

I stand stationary and puzzled;

I hear the roar of the gunslinger's blitz,

I stare into a pair of hazel eyes;

I see the pain,

I hear the lies, very much like my own disguise.

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"Jamie! You got anything to do tonight?" She's the blonde one so it's Clarissa, I think. I don't really care per se, people that work here are very sex deprived with their unusual schedule to say the least. And with that void in their heart, they use cute fluffy animals to fill it. I'm only here for one thing, and it's not to hook up with a girl or guy.

Let's say its for discovery's sake.

"Wait up, Jamie!" Clarissa yells, from down the hall. Does she not get that there are animals with sensitive hearing in this place or is she just being ignorant? Because last time I checked, dogs hear tenfold the shit we hear. At least this is the first attempt she has made since three days ago.

Small victories Jameson, small victories.

3, 2, 1...

I feel her grabbing my forearm, the one that can bend metal bars, wait, never mind, that's both my arms. Point is, I am quite sick of people rubbing up against me. Sexual attention is beyond what I can handle right now, I used to be a whore, sleeping around and banging every chick that I get a chance to. But obviously the marine lifestyle took that away from me. So now, I look and sound like I need a desperate lay. And maybe I do.

Funny thing is, ole' Jameson Nielsen is feeling things he shouldn't with one of his colleagues.

"I'm not free." Simple and concise, no room for expansion or elaboration. But that doesn't stop her, oh no. She's a pretty girl, don't get me wrong, but not my type. My type is very much not 'party around until I drop to the floor with a migraine and impending concussion.', at least not anymore. That and because I despise alcohol, it makes my decisions muddled and the one thing I need in life is control.

Control over the rookies and subordinates.

Control over myself.

Right now, a certain someone is taking away both of those. I can't control him, nor can I control what I think when I am around him.

It started as a 'fateful' sort of thing, I got back from my service as a marine a couple months ago. End of story, that was a terrifying experience, traumatic. I step into this shelter with the intention of adopting a dog. I'm mainly adopting because I needed companionship, I'm a single man with the libido of an asexual single cell organism. Like I said, the marine lifestyle took away a lot of my life. I just don't see the appeal anymore, that and maybe because I have used up all my one night stands when I was in college.

I can't be that irresponsible college kid anymore. That kid that had dreams to be fulfilled, to live my life at a farm, tending to animals and growing my own produce. I studied agriculture for a reason, and I am passionate about it. But, again, the marine lifestyle obliterated it.