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savetheearth2013-04-06 10:53 am
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Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
- final fantasy xiii: lightning,
- gundam unicorn: full frontal,
- homestuck: her imperious condescension,
- homestuck: the psiioniic,
- jackie chan adventures: shendu,
- kamen rider blade: hajime aikawa,
- metal gear: raiden,
- parasol protectorate: randolph lyall,
- tsubasa chronicle: fai d flourite,
- yu-gi-oh!: bakura ryou
2nd Cut -- [Visual - reflective surface] -- [around 7:00am]
[Visual, much like Paul Ben's last night, of what is actually a fairly nice room with plush carpeting and wallpaper. And Jack, completely naked, who has managed to pull the desk he's cuffed to over close enough to the wall to awkwardly scrape his numbers into the wallpaper with the metal edge of the cuff. It's crazy, but there's nothing else he can do... and being crazy is pretty low on his list of concerns now.
It's clear Jack's been in a fight recently from the scrapes, bruises... and he's also completely missing an arm, although it's clear that's a much older injury from months and months ago. He also has a few incongruous burn marks and is half-soaked, as is the carpet around the desk. In short, he just does not look in good shape at all, painfully sore and and close to passing out from exhaustion and lack of sleep.
There's nobody else in the room, though, and no obvious immediate danger.]
Listen. I'm not sure how much time I have. Whatever's coming, though... they think we don't have a chance. Not even close. Just trying to make it easy for them to take over. I still don't know who... or what it is.
[bitter laugh, thinking back on his initial confrontation]
Crazy bastard.. caught the bullet.
The General's probably out there, trying to get more intel on the network now. Sounds like they don't have anything to do with it... and want to know more. Who's involved, how many. I can hold out... but make sure they don't uncover anything out there.
[God, what else. Jack racks his brain trying to think of anything else useful to pass along -- but there wasn't much, and his mind is muddled, wild memories jostling up against current reality.]
If you get this message, let me know you copy. Not keeping the channel open long... I'm scratching out the number before they come back.
It's clear Jack's been in a fight recently from the scrapes, bruises... and he's also completely missing an arm, although it's clear that's a much older injury from months and months ago. He also has a few incongruous burn marks and is half-soaked, as is the carpet around the desk. In short, he just does not look in good shape at all, painfully sore and and close to passing out from exhaustion and lack of sleep.
There's nobody else in the room, though, and no obvious immediate danger.]
Listen. I'm not sure how much time I have. Whatever's coming, though... they think we don't have a chance. Not even close. Just trying to make it easy for them to take over. I still don't know who... or what it is.
[bitter laugh, thinking back on his initial confrontation]
Crazy bastard.. caught the bullet.
The General's probably out there, trying to get more intel on the network now. Sounds like they don't have anything to do with it... and want to know more. Who's involved, how many. I can hold out... but make sure they don't uncover anything out there.
[God, what else. Jack racks his brain trying to think of anything else useful to pass along -- but there wasn't much, and his mind is muddled, wild memories jostling up against current reality.]
If you get this message, let me know you copy. Not keeping the channel open long... I'm scratching out the number before they come back.
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I copy. You need to get out of there.
And we need to find some way to secure this network, or at least destroy the parts of it where we shared personal information, if they know about it now. This is bad.
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Don't worry about me. I've got this.
[Got it, at least, in that he doesn't care what happens to him, surely that counts, right?]
Yeah. Only good part is they probably don't know where to start with... shit. They have my phone.
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Have you kept records of the network conversations you've had on your phone, or were they deleted after you closed them?
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I thought they might've been involved somehow. Everything started with it... but I was wrong.
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After what happened yesterday why the hell did you think that was a good idea, you idiot?!
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if you die doin this stupid shit i'm gonna laugh
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we had one fucking up on these freaks and you ruined it!
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[voice on his end, probably transcribed to text?]
Well, at least we don't know if they can use this thing. I mean, no one who hasn't got this number in their head has tried, right? And that- that kid's link died when-
[Okay, he really feels like throwing up.]
Just try to... to stay safe.
[who even knows how this crazy shit works, I tell you]
[He gets the sentiment, but something about the incongruity of being told to 'stay safe' under the circumstances... well, Jack doesn't laugh, but he does think it's funny, in a dark kind of way.] You too. If... it's any consolation, I don't think they're gonna kill me.
[crazy shit yo]
[Fay just really wants for this to not be a thing that is happening.]
It is, but... God, I hope we can get you out of there somehow.
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[Text]
You need any help?
[Hajime likes text. So much easier to sound like he is perfectly calm and cool about everything instead of being kind of freaked out at all of this.]
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[Fine is a pretty relative term. Jack wishes he had more information to offer, anything that would have made it worthwhile...]
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[This is all way, way more than Hajime ever thought he'd have to handle, but he's attempting to man up here even if he's secretly relieved he's being told to stay away.]
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audio
Incredulously: ]
Did you go to them?
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Someone had to go take care of the General. It just... didn't work out like I planned.
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All that matters is that now they - whoever they are - know about the network too, and all she can think about it how stupid this guy Jack is for handing them that information. Silently, she just puts her face in her hands, frustrated; she already told herself that she had to do something, that she couldn't run away... but she has no idea what that something is. She doesn't know what she should do here when presented with another person who's been captured and very likely has no more than an eggtimer's worth of minutes left in this world. ]
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[Voice]-[Written]
Brave soldier.
[And then it's handwritten.]
Chance of escape?
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Not right now.
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[ visual; mirror ]
It's seven in the morning. Why is he still awake? It's seven in the morning, he's still awake, and he's trying to ignore everything but it isn't working. Nothing is helping, it's seven in the morning, he's still awake, and...
There's a message flashing. On the network. A face he recognizes, reflected on a vanity mirror. He wants to turn away from it but then they start to talk and the more he listens the more he's forced to confront it. Just as before. Sooner versus later, his earlier advice to Jack mocks him.
Sluggish and weighed down by what feels like lead, the more he listens, the more he realizes something isn't right. Jack's bleeding. He's injured. Where's his arm? Why isn't he moving? What's happened? Soldier's instinct kicks into a hard overdrive and shoves the panic that's enveloped him aside, and he lifts himself from his self-imposed cocoon of sheets to blink, blink, blink at Jack's reflection. ]
Jack?
[ He rubs a hand over his face, draws closer to the battered image in the glass. ]
What's happened? Where are you?
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Tried to go take care of the General. Gather some intel. Didn't really go like I was planning.
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NANANANANANA CHARMOBILEEEEEEEE action time
MY HERO ~*SWOON*~ ohhhh the drama
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I APOLOGIZE FOR HIM he's kind of freaking out right now........
Would he prefer the modesty technique instead? :3
jack you are the worst. literally the worst.
Have you not read his icon keywords? ALL of them? I think they speak for themselves.
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These two are doin' REAL GOOD here
SURE DID BREAK MY HEART JUST NOW goddammit jack ;_;
Re: SURE DID BREAK MY HEART JUST NOW goddammit jack ;_;