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[Feb. 13th, 2008|12:10 am] |
who Jack and Jules
What Feeding ducks! Yeah!
Where A duck pond, obviously.
When Tuesday afternoon, the best time to feed ducks
Rating/Status Jack will be sitting in Julien's lap for a good deal of it. Your call on rating./In progress!
Jack was free of cast and free of bandages and free of the hospital thus was a happy boy. Screw all work, all hospital food made Jack a dull boy. He was still on medication, of course, for the headaches he was getting, but that too would pass, he was certain. All was sunny once more in the land of Jack Dent and he wanted to share that sunny with his Jules.
So, bounding through the house, tugging a sweater on as he went, Jack poked his head into the living room where Julien was and waggled his brows from a long distance, knowing the range worked out mathematically so that Julien would be affected, "Jules love, want to go for a spin to the park? I need to air myself out after being stuffed up for so long and I'm not going alone, thank you very much. Buildings fall on me and all that nonsense, and I won't stand for it if I don't have to!" |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|10:07 pm] |
Who 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. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|09:06 pm] |
Who Jack, Jules, House and Ray (oh my!)
What A dinner party/meet and greet/'You dressed up as ladies and did what?'
Where The Jules/Jacky residence
When Sunday evening
Warnings So much Hugh, so little time. Mhm. Just reading the intro is raunchy. Or caesary. Or some other dressing...
In his arms were far too many bags and in his step was far too much bounce for a man lugging his weight and then some in groceries. However, Jack was in a marvelous mood; for not only had he had a lovely evening with Greg Friday night which had ended with a lovely morning with Jules after he stumbled in from the night with Greg, but he was having said Greg and said Jules finally meet one another and Jack would finally get to meet Ray. Since he was rather fond of Greg, he was looking forward to meeting the man that made Greg so very happy, or did in Jack's opinion at least.
Hopping to the door and placing down a few bags to unlock it, Jack sauntered into the flat with a loud and very Rickyesque "Juuuuulesy, I'm HoooOOoooome!" Before kicking the door shut and heading towards the kitchen, going on in his own voice, "And my Lord are my arms tired! Why did I buy so much? Trying to impress our new friends, I wager. How are you dear? Tell me a bit frisky because I know that doing the shopping always makes me a little bit keen for a spin," The groceries were on the counter with a thump as Jack sighed with relief, "Oh, that's heavenly." |
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