Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in maniacallaugher, @ 2009-08-26 02:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | [char] jack landors (robinindahood), [char] kira ford (patientlykira), [style] third person, [verse] parabolical |
Who: Kira and Jack
What: Dreams.
When: August 26th, evening.
Where: literally, his dreams.
Warnings:angst? Who knows.
Jack was exhausted. He couldn't feel much beside that lately. Sky was pissed, Faith and Sam were worried, things were complicated. Life was crazy. L.A. had always been crazy. But he'd never had to deal with being stabbed ontop of it all. Never had to deal with being left for dead in an alley. It brought up all kinds of emotions he thought he'd suppressed. Thought he was over. The truth of the matter was, he was scared. He nearly died alone that night. Bled out on the streets in the bad side of town. It was almost a year since Kira died. He was still alone. Wasn't even trying anymore. He was lonely but what was the point? Everyone disappeared or died.
Maybe he was subconsciously pushing Sky away without even realizing it. Who really knew. All he did know was he fell asleep alone and miserable in his room. Heavy thoughts weighing on his mind, and seeping into his dreams.
Everything was there. L.A. His city. It really wasn't his but it was. Had been for a year and counting. Jack stood on the roof of his apartment complex. He liked rooftops. They reminded him of home. Sitting on the top of the S.P.D. building over looking New Tech and watching the stars. Even his dreams were quiet. He'd once been vibrant. Cocky. People changed. Jack Landors had changed completely. It wasn't bad, just sort of different. He was calmer. A certain dullness in his eyes. Restlessness.
He had friends, sure. But love and passion were also part of being a ranger. Part of what was missing. Sitting down on the edge of the building with his feet hanging over the side, he looked down at his hand. Sam was with Faith. Jacen and T.K. were getting married. Everyone had found someone. Why couldn't he? Why didn't he even have the drive. Maybe he was damaged or something. He had been working on it. Really...he'd learned to laugh again, have fun-though most of it admittedly was at Sam's expense. Everything he tried was blowing up in his face. He didn't understand. He could be standing in a crowd, and still feel alone. He hated it..