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Juniper Golding (juniper_golding) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-09 07:13:00

Entry tags:

complete, day five, jack harkness, juniper golding

WHO: Juniper and Jack Harkness
WHEN: Day five, afternoon
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: In the courtyard
RATING: TBA (it is Jack, after all)
STATUS: Incomplete

After spending the greater portion of the day with Edward, talking, eating and listening to him playing the piano, Juniper decided that she definitely needed a nap. Between breaking her own hand on Armand's face, the recurring blood loss from that meeting and the ones before it, and the fact that she'd most definitely overexerted herself, she was running on fumes. It took a bit of convincing, but eventually Edward had to admit that she was perfectly safe sleeping during the day, and that if he was there, she probably wouldn't get much sleeping done to begin with. Besides, he'd be there the instant the sun went down anyway.

His goodbye kiss left Juniper a little loopy, and she grinned to herself as she toddled her way across the courtyard toward her dorm. For being kidnapped and trapped without a link home, her life was a pretty amazing one. And that was what she was paying attention to, instead of where she was going, when she slammed into a man she'd never seen before, tripping all over herself and grabbing on to him with her unbraced hand, to keep herself from hitting the ground.

"Whoops," she laughed, looking up at him and grinning. "Sorry about that, luv."

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-14 05:40 pm UTC (link)

Jack merely looked at the splint and raised his eyebrows. He had his fair share of breaks and injuries and knew that knuckles hurt a fair bit. But good for her for putting on the brave face at least. He had to give her credit for that, didn't he?

It was all about treating a woman like a woman... and a man like a man -- and Jack had his experience with both. Though, truth be told, his experience was generally used to charm his way into the knickers or pants of anyone, regardless of species. "The pleasure is all mine," Jack said, finally releasing her hand and shoving his own into the pockets of his trousers.

"What were you expecting to find from me?" Jack asked, lifting an eyebrow. "What's this 'women's intuition' you usually pick up on when first meeting a bloke?"

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juniper_golding
2009-04-14 05:51 pm UTC (link)

Juniper considered that question, and looked him over carefully, her head tilted to the side and a little smile playing around her lips. Unable to get into his head or not, she was good at reading people, and so took in everything about the Captain that she could before giving him her answer. And in all of that, she liked what she saw. Quite a bit.

"Too charming for your own good...reckless to a fault...chivalrous..." Obviously, both from his catching her and the greeting, that wasn't hard to guess. "And a bit..." Juniper bit her lip and tried to figure out the best way to put this without being offensive. "Morally gray," she finally said with a decided nod.

Then she grinned. "Close?"

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-14 07:05 pm UTC (link)

If Juniper was going to look him over as if he were a side of meat (which, he supposed, wasn't the worst simile in the world) well he was certainly going to look his fill as well. She looked young, but age had never been much of a deterrent where Jack was concerned. Jack was a good two thousand years older than anyone and would, consequently, always be a cradle robber. Once Jack got backup to her face he gave her a slow, lazy smile.

He may or may not have been undressing her with his eyes. In other words, typical Jack.

"Morally grey?" Jack asked, cocking his head to the side. "Now that's quite the assessment." And strangely astute too. Knowing that he was blocking any of her attempted mental advances, Jack wondered what about him gave off that impression -- even if she was quite correct.

"A man never gives away his secrets," Jack said, winking. "But I'll give you this much: fairly close on all accounts. But I am never too charming for my own good. I'm just the right amount of charming."

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juniper_golding
2009-04-14 08:19 pm UTC (link)

Though she wasn't being nearly as thorough as all of that, Juniper did notice the way he was looking at her, and pretty much ignored it. The complement was nice, of course, but that was all she took away from the experience of having the eyes of one Captain Jack taking a walk all over her body.

She wasn't even bothering to mentally poke at him. He was a dead zone for Juniper, and besides, the game of figuring him out without the aid of her natural ability was entertaining. She shrugged at his comment, smiling. "I'm good."

Juniper laughed and shook her head. "You're trouble is what you are," she corrected. "That grin says it all."

"If you weren't heading off anywhere important...fancy a walk?" she invited. "I reckon you've got a story or two to tell, Captain."

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-15 09:36 am UTC (link)

She may not have been as thorough as Jack imagined, but that could also have been a bit of the ego coming into play. Who wouldn't want to look him over? Why yes, humble was Jack's middle name. Along with innocent.

The grin broke into one that threatened to split his face in half, the impish sparkle entering his eye. "The grin says trouble? I always thought it was genuine and why people flocked to me. Never thought the true translation was going to be trouble." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Then again, trouble usually finds me, so I suppose you'd be correct in that assumption."

He shook his head and offered Juniper his arm. "Off nowhere special, but you're welcome to come." Jack tutted softly. "Perhaps a story or two. And I'm sure you have just as many. Trade you story for story."

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juniper_golding
2009-04-15 10:39 am UTC (link)

Chuckling, Juniper tapped her nose with the tip of her finger and then pointed it at Jack briefly before dropping her hand. "And that is why it's trouble. Particularly when combined with your morally ambiguous nature. I weep for the hearts you've broken, luv," she teased with a shake of her head.

"Love to," she beamed, taking his arm easily and falling in step. There was something she was trying to peg about Jack, from the way he dressed to his manners to his seemingly bulletproof demeanor, but he was a harder nut to crack than she was used to. People were generally so easy, it was both frustrating and thrilling, all at once. "A story..." she muttered thoughtfully, trying to decide which one to tell him out of her many.

"Long ago, before America had even been discovered by the Spanish," she said with a little smile and a nod at the American at her side. "There was a little girl who heard voices, and had visions, all telling her that it was up to her to save the land that she so loved. She crowned kings and lead armies, heralded as a saviour, a saint, a hero out of legend, the Maid of Lorraine. And yet she stayed simply to herself, trusting in what she knew to be true, despite all that wished to push her down to be something less than she was. She was nineteen when she burned as a witch, and all the while that the flames licked at her skin, she only wished that those that were her executioners would gain forgiveness for their crimes." Juniper finished with a sad little smile. She was much less merciful now.

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-17 07:23 am UTC (link)

"The hearts I've broken?" Jack laughed, tossing his head back, eyes sparkling with mirth. "I don't think you have time to weep for all the hearts I've broken."

Jack lightly patted the hand that rested on his arm, glancing sidelong at Juniper every now and again. Who was this girl who could so easily break through the mental barriers of others? Jack himself had little psychic skill -- enough to get by and to keep himself tightly guarded, but he lacked finesse when it came to prowling in a mind. Which was why he never did it. There were far more enjoyable ways of getting information and those Jack was very adept at.

Lifting an eyebrow, Jack stopped walking the moment she finished her story. He didn't say anything, other than realising he may have found a kindred spirit, someone who understood longevity. "Something tells me its less a story and more a memory. Your memory to be precise."

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juniper_golding
2009-04-17 09:48 am UTC (link)

It seemed to be more, and less, than any psychic ability that Jack possessed that kept Juniper out, and though she couldn't yet put her finger on it, there was something enduring, almost out-of-time, removed from it, that Juniper suspected was keeping her out.

Turning slightly when he stopped, Juniper looked up at her new friend and smiled sheepishly, shrugging one shoulder. "It's far healthier to remember the truth than to hide in fairy tales," she said. "At least, that's what I keep telling myself."

"And what about you, Captain Harkness?" she asked, giving him a half-smile. "What's your excuse, for being the way you are?" Juniper asked, looking up at him like she could see the cogs moving in his mind.

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