Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-28 02:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, jack landors |
Who:Jack and Buffy
What:Patrolling (an attempt anyway) and who knows what.
When:Evening of Candy plot!
Where: Luthor Mansion and then wherever.
Warnings: TBA.
No games, no tv. It was criminal. Jack was sitting in the kitchen on one of the bar style stools, swaying a foot in the air boredly when he spotted the newly arrived mail. He never got mail, but it wasn't like he could watch tv. So he picked it all up, and a heavy bar of chocolate fell from between the letters addressed to Lana. He didn't know who sent it and he didn't care, it was delivered to the mansion. He was hungry, So he ate it. Normally he didn't like chocolate, but this one was pretty good. Decent enough anyway.
This was stupid! How could she just ground him like that? There were ways to keep him in And what the hell did she mean by that? Jack had gotten up and started pacing as he waited for Buffy. No Games. No social calls. Was this what parenting was all about? Maybe he didn't want it! Another bite. The bar was nearly gone, and he stopped, looking at the mansion. Taking the bar in his hand he stared at the chocolate and bit the inside of his cheek nervously. Where was he? He held up the wrapper and looked at the printed address.Lana Lang [address]
Panic
The mail fell from his hand and landed on the tiled floor, he did the only thing he could think of and he ran. Ghosting his way through the door to the porch and staring up at the large building in awe. Even backing up a few feet so he was standing on the stairs infront of it. Chocolate in hand. Nice place. But it wasn't his. He'd never fit in there. He never fit in anywhere. That's always how it was.