|Jack Dent (OC) (jumpinjackdent) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-02-02 22:07:00
|Entry tags:||apocalyptic plot, greg house, jack dent, julien cartier|
Dame SIR Jack Dent, Julien and House
What Hauling Sir Jack's ass out of the mess he fell under
Where What used to be the grocery store down the street from Jules/Jack homestead
When After This
It was getting harder and harder to type and keep his eyes open and just focus for Jack and he was on the verge of giving up when he heard someone calling down his aisle and he looked up to see a bright light. Which really just pissed him off as he whimpered and flinched away from it, saying a raspy "Do fuck off with the lights, dear," as he felt dizzy from the efforts. A rustling followed, not helping his headache, and then there were the sounds of men and he blinked a bit. He was waiting for men. Greg and Jules.
"Jules?" He called, coughing slightly and whiping at his forehead, feeling very sweaty, though dismayed to find his sleeve come back with blood, "Oh, that stains," He muttered, laying back and looking at the ceiling, "Jules?" He called weakly, "Greg?"
Then the shelving unit that was on his arm shifted. Without warning. Jack was a screamer during films, and you could be damn sure he screamed when in pain. Letting out the loudest one he could imagine-and sadly, the girliest one in pitch, making his head throb-Jack finished it off with a pathetic sounding sob and a "Fuck off with the moving, too" before he curled up on himself and closed his eyes, trying to shut it all out and hope beyond hope Jules or Greg would arrive and save the day.