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Captain Jack Harkness (imimpossible) wrote in reality_crisis,
@ 2012-05-10 20:30:00

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challenge: 7 sins/7 virtues, eric northman, jack harkness, status: complete

A Visitor to New Troy (Eric Northman)
There was only so long a man could dwell in a bottle. Only so long he can avoid his own memories and guilt through the attempt at suicide by alcohol poisoning. Not that it would take to Jack, but he has woken up in a ditch more than once since being here. Scared the hell out of a few passerbyes when he sucked in a sharp breath and sat up. He must have been dead. The bad aftertaste in his mouth had been familiar anyway. This was no way to spend eternity.

He still didn't want to think too much or Ianto and Steven would be right there in his mind, staring at him without an ounce of blame in their eyes. Neither of them would blame him for what he did to them, primarily because he held enough blame for the three of them. But also because they both had loved Jack. Both of them with an innocence that defied belief. Just two more ghosts for Jack. Two more incidents Jack could have avoided if he'd been just a little bit more patient. A little bit more...something. Anything.

Well. If he wasn't going to be drunk or find someone else to pass through his bed, then he was going to figure things out. Oh, he had this city down having spent more than a little time in the bars, wandering the streets. He even got the little community that sprang up outside the walls just inside the forest. What he didn't have the first clue about was New Troy. Something new to discover, to take his mind off of his ghosts. Decision made Jack went back to his top floor apartment, cleaned himself up, shaved then got dressed in clean clothing. He put his coat back on, smoothed his lapels then strolled casually out of die Festung and off into the direction of New Troy.

Oddly, he thought, the trip was without encounter. Jack had been expecting zombies. Faeries. Something. The most he got was an irrate bird who felt Jack had wandered too close to its nest. Pesky little thing took a peck at his hair. So it was with a jaunty stride that he came to New Troy. He stopped to take in the sight of the city, compare its condition with die Festung then he smiled and walked right in.

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ododlig
2012-05-11 01:33 am UTC (link)

Eric was roused as the sun was going down by talk outside of his secret room of somebody new in the city. They didn't talk about anything more than the description of the stranger, which was annoying, but he supposed that nobody had had a chance to have an encounter yet. He waited for the area to be clear and then emerged from hiding.

The sun was not yet all the way down, so there were some rooms in the grand house that Eric couldn't yet go into. But his "bedroom" was blacked out completely, and the office would have the shutters closed until he opened them personally. He'd made that a very clear rule.

Nights when he was up this early usually dragged on slowly, and Eric was already discovering himself in a bad mood. He hoped, really hoped, that something would come along to reverse that.

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imimpossible
2012-05-11 01:45 am UTC (link)

It was quite possible that the something he was hoping for found his way to house and took note of the shutters covering the windows. Jack had been directed this way when he asked where he could find the person in charge, and he stopped beneath the windows, his hands in his pockets and looked up at the shutters.

"...huh."

Interesting that all of the other windows were exposed but these. They didn't seem to be shielding of any sort against weapons that Jack could tell. So why close them? Maybe this trip was what he needed.

	imimpossible 2012-05-18 12:04 am UTC (link)
	His brows lifted for Eric's admission. "Superman? Big S. Red cape." He paused. "Comic book hero?" When nothing else rang a bell, "Christopher Reeve?" He glowered and waved his hand. "Nevermind." He'd figure it out or he wouldn't. He chuckled for Eric's choice of sins. Something, at least, remained predictable. "That depends. What's your flavor?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)