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Jack McManis (jack_mcmanis) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-04-02 01:27:00

Reunited ...
WHO: Jack & Kate
WHAT: Seeing each other again, after 17 years.
WHERE: Random street corner in Boston
WHEN: Around 3pm
RATING: Profanity is a given, I'd say PG-13
OPEN? To

firecrackerkate only.

Of all the places in the world for Jack McManis to end up again, he never thought he would have come back to Boston. Boston was the city that held so much pain for him. Though, it also held amazingly good times, which was why he was braving the pain to come back and be there again. He hadn't heard anything back from Patrick in months, and he was starting to worry about his good friend. Even after everything that went down between he and Kate, he still considered Patrick to be one of his best friends in the entire world, and he couldn't really blame Patrick for what happened. Patrick never knew about he and Kate, anyway. And he didn't really want to upset his oldest friend by telling him about it, so he had plans to keep that to himself. And he'd stay away from Kate Connelly, whatever he did.

Finally getting everything moved into his apartment, Jack decided to reward himself with some amazingly overpriced, but incredibly delicious, coffee. That was one of the things he loved the most about this great land we call America ... Starbucks is everywhere. His apartment wasn't too far from the closest Starbucks, so he decided to go out and enjoy the nice weather, since he wasn't sure how long it was going to last. He walked down the street and grabbed himself a nice coffee, enjoying most of it sitting outside at one of the tables. When his coffee was almost gone, he got up and made his way back to his apartment, determined to do some digging and find out what the fuck happened to Patrick. He crossed one of the streets, and wasn't even halfway across when a car came rounding the corner a little too close. The car almost hit him as they clipped the corner. "Hey! What the fuck?!" he yelled at the driver, holding his arms out to the sides. "Watch where the fuck you're going, asshole!" he yelled.

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firecrackerkate
2008-04-22 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Looking into those eyes seemed to overpower anything that she had locked away at the back of her mind for the last seventeen years. The way it hit her seemed completely out of no where, and the guilt that followed nearly took her breath away. She tried to remind herself to just breathe normally, to act as if nothing was eating away at her. It amazed her even with him right there, how easy it had been to bury everything inside of herself. With him gone, as much as she missed him...it was easier, because she didn't have to look at him and be reminded what she'd done, and what she'd lost.

"New York, huh?" She asked, her hands seemingly incapable of completely parting from him. Her brow furrowed a bit after she spoke. "You didn't go off and become a Yankees fan, did you?" She teased, grinning a little after she said it. She had completely forgotten how easy it was just to be with him, to talk and to have fun, to feel that kind of relief was welcome. Her smile fell when he mentioned Patrick, her hand retreating as she crossed her arms in front of her. She wondered why Patrick had never told her that...and why she didn't know, or figure that he had kept in touch. After all, she really had no claim to him, did she? "Yeah, um..." She started, clearing her throat after a moment and running her fingers through her hair. "Patrick is not...well, he should be home sometime soon but, he's been in prison for the last year." She didn't figure there was any reason to beating around the bush with Jack.

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jack_mcmanis
2008-04-25 12:31 am UTC (link)

Jack was finally able to tear his eyes away from her face and glance at their surroundings. If he kept his eyes locked on hers too long, he'd probably do something that he'd regret. Like kiss her or something. And that wouldn't be good. She spoke again and that brought his attention back to her, and he smiled, nodding. "Yeah, New York. It was nice there. It wasn't home, and I'll probably never go back since my ex-wife lives there, but it was nice for awhile," he said, shrugging. He laughed at he comment about becoming a Yankee's fan, and scoffed. "Kate. Seriously. This is me you're talking to. I would never, ever become a Yankee's fan. Not even if someone held a gun to my head," he smiled, shaking his head. He was a Red Sox fan, through and through. Always have been, always would be. "I actually got into a few bar fights during the world series because I was rooting for the Sox," he smiled.

At her news that Patrick was in prison, Jack narrowed his eyes. "Prison?" he asked, furrowing his brow. He let one of his hands fall away from her and used it to scratch the side of his face before returning it to her skin, realizing that he should probably back away, but not able to. "Well, I guess that explains why I haven't been able to get in touch with him," he said, then shook his head. Patrick was in prison, and had been for over a year. How could he have been so stupid to get himself thrown in prison? And to be away from his family, especially his wife, for that long? He knew for a fact that all Patrick had to do was snap his fingers, and he'd be released. So what the hell was he doing? "Why is he in prison?" he asked, raising a brow as he glanced back at Kate. She had a few bangs in her eyes, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching one of his hands out to brush that hair from her eyes. Shit. This was why he wasn't supposed to have seen her.

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