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Jack Harkness. (harknessjack) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-01 21:43:00

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!log, jack harkness, sookie stackhouse

Who: Jack Harkness and Sookie Stackhouse.
When: Wednesday Evening.
Where: Corner of 5th Ave and 58th Street.
What: Arrival.
Rating/Status: R, Open.

Jack Harkness didn't sleep anymore.

With sleep came nightmares and guilt of days gone by and he couldn't afford to feel any more guilt for the mistakes he's made in the past. As many times as he'd told himself to let it all go, it was harder than hell. No matter how far he ran and how long he had been gone, nothing would bleach the sins off his skin. While the stain of blood was still sticking to his hands, he wasn't letting it show nearly as much as he had that night in Wales when he'd left Earth behind. He had believed that was for good, leaving the planet, but he had been fooling himself and ... well, there really wasn't anyone else to fool anymore, was there? And that was his fault too.

Time seemed to run much slower on Earth than it had for him out in the stars. He had spent a great deal of time hopping from space bar to space cantina, galaxy to star system, hopping his way from ship to ship and bed to bed and for what? In the vain hope that he could somehow outrun the guilt, outrun the misery and outrun his shame as his own actions. However, these things didn't nearly hold the same luster as they had when he was in the Time Agency.

Jack just wasn't that man anymore.

He had told Ianto once that he wasn't sure where his place was. It had taken losing him to realize where his place had really been all along. Now Jack felt even more out of ease and out of place in the one place that he had always felt at home -- the stars. So he really had no place to call his own, so what was he to do? He had nothing else to do and nowhere else to be.

Right now, Jack was sitting in his rented quarters on the Nebulous Galaxy and he was trying to get his wrist strap in working order. Jack had commandeered some 49th century tools and had set himself to work on getting it right again. Right now, all it was good for was tethering him to sonic signals and teleporting him from one place to another. While that was alright at first, Jack wasn't satisfied and was tired of relying on the signals of inferior ships and technology to get him where he wanted to go. He had been working for quite some time and he thought that maybe he was finished. It was making the same sounds that it used to, beeping in the ways that indicated it was online and in working order. Jack stared at it for a long minute, the thing spread out on the table before him as if it was going to grow legs and walk away.

What was he hoping to accomplish with this? Where was he even going to go now? He didn't know. Jack stood up and made his way to the bed, picking up the great coat that he'd laid out there and pulled it on. He adjusted the collar and looked back over his shoulder at the wrist strap sitting on the table. He exhaled slowly and walked over, picking it up and strapping it back onto his left wrist. He made sure that he had his sonic blaster (he really had missed that thing when the Doctor had stolen it) and shoved it into the pocket inside his coat. He took one look around the room. "Sayonara," he said and pressed the red & green buttons together.

In a moment of vertigo and his eyes clutched tight, Jack took a step forward and lost his balance down several stairs to the concrete. He opened his eyes and looked around whilst sitting on the stairs. Was that really ... he quirked a brow at that. "FAO Schwarz ... " he said out loud, standing up and dusting his coat off. He looked around him and noticed something odd but nothing out of the ordinary. At least he was on Earth. The 'WHEN' was the issue. "New York City," he groaned, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck. "Lovely."

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ireadminds
2011-06-02 04:36 am UTC (link)

Before waking up on the ground, the last thing Sookie remembered was taking the hand of Claudine with the promise that she could leave this place. She was so tried of everything around her, Bill, Eric and all the other supernatural shit that was going down. She just needed to get away from it all and that time in the hospital, when she first saw Claudine and the other fairies was amazing. Now, she was ready to go to that place and to forget about Bill and Eric. But, when she opened her eyes, she felt the hard and cold concrete of a sidewalk beneath her.

It took Sookie a few moments to come to it and when she finally did, she was not in some beautiful and magical place like she thought she would be. She was on a sidewalk, surrounded by buildings. She had to be in the city, just what city? When she finally stood up and started to walk, she could tell that the city was huge, much bigger then any of the cities that she’d ever been to.

As Sookie walked down the street, she could hear millions of thoughts of all those around her. Most of it was just jumbled up and there was too many at the moment for her to actually zone in on one. She wasn’t used to being around this many people. That, and the fact that she was very disoriented at the moment.

Sookie noticed the guy standing at the corner and went up to him. "Excuse me, this might sound a bit odd, but where am I?" She ducked her head down for a moment in a bit of embarrassment. She didn’t want to seem like some whacked out crazy person. She was also trying to see if she could maybe listen in on his thoughts.

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harknessjack
2011-06-02 04:57 am UTC (link)

Jack was feeling a little nauseated and disoriented from the trip with his wrist strap. Okay, so maybe he had gotten it to work -- it had brought him back to Earth, but he was still trying to discern what time period he was in. It was definitely New York, but nothing about it screamed that it was from an era he hadn't been through already. Then again, it had been some time since Jack had been to New York, so really, he couldn't even begin to tell what was new and what wasn't. He exhaled slowly and took his eyes off the buildings as he heard a car horn.

He turned his attention to the street and made his way to the corner to get a closer look at the cars on the street. The Buick Riviera. Ford Galaxie 500XL Skyliner. And Ford Falcon. Jack frowned and reached up to scratch his head. He had always been into cars and had read up on classics on slow nights in the Hub when he couldn't sleep.

Something about this was different though. These cars didn't look classic or tricked out. Some of them actually looked brand new. But that would suggest ... "1960s," he muttered to himself. "Son of a bitch, I'm in the 1960s," he had his hand rest on the back of his neck, lost in thought. Of course the strap had gotten him to Earth, but had kicked him back into the 20th century. Again. He looked down at his strap and opened it to see that it had malfunctioned again. "Piece of junk ... " he murmured and hadn't even noticed the girl coming up to his side until he heard a voice beside him.

Jack looked her over and she looked just as lost and confused as he did. He thought fast and put on a smile, hiding how confused he was and the fact that he'd just been talking to his wrist. "Not odd at all," he said and looked her over. "New York City," he motioned him. "FAO Schwarz over here," he motioned across the street with his fingers. "Central Park over that way."