Petyr Baelish (notenough) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-16 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | eve, greed |
Who: Eve & Jack Monte [NPC]
What: Jack comes back to the City, finally giving him a chance to get to know his new "roommate".
Where: Jack's loft, SoHo District
When: Late evening, Thursday
Warnings: TBA
Three months ago, Jack would've given anything to come out of Death Row.
A limb, an eye, a million bucks that he didn't have. Anything. Even for a little peek of the outside world instead of the dark humid silence of solitary.
Three months later, Jack still didn't want to go back to Death Row. But he didn't like slaving around in the Thailand sun looking for scumbags that had thought Ace's temporary absence in their part of the world meant that they could take over. He admired their courage and the guts they had to go against Ace--ironically enough, the source of their greed for power--but in the end, they were just meat to fill up the plastic bags that he had brought along for the trip.
Jack had brought along twenty-five one gallon Ziploc bags. Twenty-two of them were filled to the brim with the requested "proof" that Ace wanted. The three left empty, well, needless to say, there just wasn't enough left over to gather proof.
But either way, things were done with and Jack had a ticket home. The brief phone conversation with Ace, himself, was confusing and unusual to say the least, but it seemed like Jack was free to do what he wanted until the Sin gave him his next buttboy errand. It was hard not to give Ace lip before slamming the carphone down, Jack knowing fairly well that there would be repercussions for his actions, but it was worth it at the time.
He'll deal with consequences later. Just like how he would just have to deal with the wrath and temper of the Holies and the Sins if any one of them knew just who it was that he was coming home to.
Unlocking the front door, Jack lugged in his suitcase and the cooler that contained the various previous business partners of Ace's. Looking around, he took in the familiar dark surroundings of his loft, satisfied to see that nothing had changed.