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So, the day had come when Jonathan Ford, bastard extraordinaire and proud of it, found himself with a student. A most unwilling student, who up until a few days ago hadn't had the faintest idea that she had abilities that she might need tutoring in. A student who were ruled by a strict day-to-day routine, which threatened to send her into panic ( Read more... ) -
Getting back in the saddle the wrong way around (For darcy)
There had been many times over the years that Ford had concluded that he did not like the organization he worked for. ( Their most recent stunt had cemented that. ) -
Meta psych-session!
For laughs, Ford got to sit down with a psychiatrist, elizabethdehner. He was none too happy about the idea, but I figured that it could give some character insight.
( In which Ford is annoyed at having to see a shrink. ) -
Recovery (for Sarah again)
Ford had never had trouble sleeping. Even though he'd been through a lot of bad stuff over the years, he'd always been able to just shut down his brain and go to sleep ( Read more... ) -
Way overdue character profile!
Name: Jonathan Ford
Age: 41
Occupation: "Hunter". Locates and disposes of rogue telepaths and shapeshifters in his strange little world.
Supernatural abilities: Ford is a very strong telepath and a competent shapeshifter with a variety of forms at his disposal. He is also what is called a leech, which means that he can drain other people of their ( Read more... ) -
Disappearence (for Sarah)
In the middle of January, Ford left Boston. Before leaving he gave Sarah instructions on how to deal with Francis, as well as a decent amount of money to cover expenses as well as to make up for any loss of pay she might suffer from taking off from her job for two weeks. There really wasn't much to caring for Francis. The little man was in essence ( Read more... ) -
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There hadn't been a single word from Ford ever since that last time when Francis had found Sarah in the Nexus, and dragged her home for dinner. Not a word, no update on the case, not a single sign of life.
So go figure when there's a text message arriving to Sarah's phone close to midnight.
'I'm bored. Fancy a beer?' -
Late night phonecall ((Sarah))
It wasn't many who knew that Ford had a rather impressive garden, and very few would actually believe it if they were told. The jaded and rather cynical man didn't exactly fit the image of a gardener ( Read more... ) -
End of the hunt?
How can one damned guy be so hard to find?
Ford is currently on one of his rare breaks, simply to get some food in him, if you can call it that. Christ, mcDonalds really is everywhere. Even in the Nexus.
Then his phone rings.
"Ford here."