I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-04-20 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack napier, jamie braddock |
i_jest Lusting Violence With Flowers (Narrative, can be open to Arkham people)
Jack's head was pressed against his mesh covered window. Pressed hard. Like he thought that maybe he might be able to fit between those little diamond shapes. Squeeze himself through the holes and get out.
"Babsy. Babsy Baby, darling, my love. Apple of my eye." He said, quietly, to himself. And to her. She could hear him, he knew. She knew his heart and his soul. Because she was his soulmate. Beautiful. Wonderfully scarred. Destroyed. Like. A broken doll. You love it more because of it's imperfections.
Jack turned his face toward the door as he heard footsteps passing. The diamond pattern etched onto his face.
"HEY!" Jack sprang to the door and pounded on it. "You have to let me out, you motherfuckers! I have to go to her! She needs me! Needs me, do you hear!? Fuck you, dicklick, let me out!"
He pounded with the flat of his hands, but to no avail. He was starting to get bruises. And cuts, but those were mostly on his face.
Jack was desperate to get out. To see her. Hold her. Give her some lovely flowers, and maybe some new scars. Be tender. Caring. And bite her really hard on the shoulder, just so he could have some bit of flesh to carry around with him always.
Back to the window he went, as soon as he figured out that nobody was going to open the door.
"I know you're waiting for me, Babsy. Daddy's here. Daddy loves you. Jack loves you." He imagined he could almost see her sitting at a window, longing for him.
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 19:04:35
Why was he here? Why wasn't he dead? Why was he in a straitjacket? Why the hell was there someone banging on the door from across the hall?
Jamie could hear it very clearly, thump, thump, thump, and it sort of made him think of sex. He laughed. Sex. Sexsexsexsex.
"Ahahahahaha..." It soon trailed off. Jamie frowned. He looked around. The strings in this place was too ordered. No loose ends, minimal gaps. It was unnatural.
The guy across had stopped banging and yelling.
"Oy! You! You dead?" Just wanted to make sure.
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 19:07:16
Jack's head whipped around at the shouting. He disloged himself from the window and went back to the door. He pried open the slot on the bottom and tried to see through it.
"No. I'm not fucking dead, thank you very much. Why do you care anyway? Who are you?"
He didn't know if the guy across the hall was strapped down or jacketed up, or had managed to escape both like he had, but he sure as hell wasn't peering back, so Jack scooted back and sat against the door.
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 19:12:59
"What, can't I check? If you died I'd have to live with the smell. I bet you smell bad when you die." Everyone smelt bad once they died. Something about the brains.
Jamie struggled in the jacket. The string were not listening to him. Every time he thought he'd gotten one it just slides away.
"Your hall-mate, haha. Who're you?"
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 19:17:12
"Jack." He called back. "I probably will smell when I die. I bet there will be a lot of blood and I'll shit myself right after it happens. Hell. I might take up eating Mexican food every day just to make sure it happens, and that it's nice and messy."
Jack banged his head against the door.
"Are you in a jacket? Or tied down?"
Jack had chewed through his own jacket. Sure, it'd taken a while, but his teeth were sharp, and he knew exactly which parts to bite.
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 19:24:43
Jamie frowned again. "Mexican food sucks. I hate Mexican food. I hate Mexico too. They don't have any good cars there; it's all American imported shit. Who the fuck would want to drive a Ford? Fords suck."
He considered for a moment. "Jackets suck too. How the hell am I supposed to eat or pick my ass or something in it?"
All this was making Jamie sulk.
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 19:29:58
"Chew through it." Jack suggested offhandedly. "If you can get through the seams on each shoulder, you can pretty much wiggle out of it. At least enough to get your hands freed a little so you can pop the clasps."
He shrugged. "Nobody said you had to eat Mexican food. Haven't you ever been in a jacket before?"
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 19:34:59
"Nope. What, you have?"
Okay. So, the occupants of this tightly wound building were obviously missing strings, but that was a different metaphor completely.
Now. Back to that jacket. There was no way Jamie was going to chew through it.
"What tastes better, jacket or Mexican?"
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 19:48:24
"Several times." Jack lovingly patted the wall. "Arkham here is like my second home. This is the first time I've been in it here, though. And I think things are going to go much, much differently than they have before."
Not that the guy could see, but Jack was wearing a wicked grin.
"Um." What tasted better? "Jacket."
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 20:00:19
Arkham. Arkham. That didn't ring any bells, not even in the small part of Jamie's brain where all the names went.
"Here," he repeated. 'Here' probably wasn't Muir Island. For one, Moira MacTaggert wouldn't have kept him in a jacket. Maybe. "It's cosy, I guess."
A bit too cosy. Why wouldn't the strings listen to him like they usually did? Reality sucked when he couldn't boss it around.
"Would you please just do what I tell you to?" Jamie did not like asking nicely. It wasn't as fun as violence. Though, judging by the way the clasps on the straitjacket were slowly but surely unclasping themselves, it was something he should do more often.
"Well," Jamie looked at his free arm in surprise. "Fuck me over and call me Sally."
Ha. In your face, tastes-better-than-Mexican jacket.
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 20:03:36
"Alright, Sally."
Jack grinned to himself.
He had no idea what the babbling about listening was about. He guessed it didn't really matter much, either.
"The City is a strange place, Sally. But it's a good place. All kinds of interesting things happen. It's never boring. I make it a loss less boring. And as soon as the time is right, I'll make Arkham a lot less boring too. Indeed, it shall be fun, Sally. Indeed."
For the time being, his mind was off of Babs and his need to get to her. He was having entirely too much fun with the new guy.
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 20:14:27
Sally was a nice name.
Jamie managed to wiggle out of the jacket with the help of his one free arm.
He wondered briefly how Jack was going to make this place less boring, and what he could do to aid the effort. But there was a whole city outside! That could prove to be much more exciting.
"The time seems right, now." Jamie shrugged. "No day like today, or no time like now-time, or something."
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 20:17:29
"Yes, I suppose that you're right. No time like now."
Jack nodded.
"Sally." Jack pressed his face against the bottom of the door. "Sally, do you want to be my friend and helper? I think that we could have a lot of fun together. You seem nice and rightly insane. I just want to let you loose on the city and see what you do. And then, while you're gone, I'll kill everybody who doesn't want to be our friend, and you can come back here when you feel like it. We'll make it a base. We can invite people over and have parties. What do you say, Sally?"
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 20:26:51
Jamie grinned.
"Sally thinks that sounds brilliant, Captain Jack." He liked parties. If he was so inclined, he'd rub his hands together in glee and laugh an evil laugh.
Sally liked Captain Jack.
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 20:43:34
"Alright. Good. First thing we've gotta do is to get out of these cells. I've got a way on my side, but I'll have to find a nurse to get keys to get you out. Unless you have a way. Which would be really nice."
Jack was already working on his door. He'd discovered a long time ago how to dismantle the food service drawer and construct a sort of key to wedge against the lock. It was all very complicated, but it worked.
"Once we're out, you go do what you like, okay? I'll take care of the dirty work."
And he liked being called Captain Jack.
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 20:56:36
This was really very cool. It was like people busting out of prison, which Jamie saw all the time on TV, but never got to try out himself, because he didn't like the sound of prison.
"I have a way. It just might not work like I want it to."
Jamie put a hand on the wall, and tried to see the world in terms of quantum strings. There were few bits and pieces he could grab hold of, and tiny, tiny gaps he might possibly be able to rip open. He tried the loose ends first. The lock on his door rattled a bit, but stayed pretty much... locked.
"Bugger it. What kind of hellhole is this? Fucking asylum." Jamie started to mutter as he kicked the door. Why couldn't this place obey the laws of physics?
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 21:00:49
Jack felt his own lock pop and laughed very loudly.
"Those stupid fuckers still haven't changed anything around here."
He went across the hall and pounded on Sally's door. "Hey. Don't go anywhere, okay? I'm going to go find keys."
Keys keys and a nurse to kill. Maybe somebody blonde and pretty.
"Sit tight, Sally, your saving is on it's way."
Jack patted the door one more time and then skipped off to find a nurse. As he passed doors, he tapped on them. He wondered who was in there. Oh, he'd get to find out soon.
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 21:08:32
Jamie sat tight, but inwardly, he was still fuming. This had never happened to him before. Why couldn't he open that door? Why had his jacket taken so long to get out of?
He was going to get out of here, and he was going to pull as many strings as he could. Who cares if the world exploded? It might even be fun. Everyone would die, of course.
"There's always Brian, I guess."
Hanging with Brian in the Otherworld. Jamie couldn't think of anything that was more boring than that. Maybe he'd better not make the world explode, after all.
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 21:27:20
Jack was in a full run when he returned. Keys jangling. Blood dripping off his hands.
"Hey! Hey, Sally! I got keys." Immediately, he started to stick them into the lock. Some didn't go at all, some went, but wouldn't turn.
He was grinning a lot. Killing the nurse had helped. Even though it hadn't turned out to be an attractive blonde, and rather a very unattractive, large man by the name of Rick.
Finally a key turned. Jack flung open the door and grinned. His pale face nearly reflecting the stream of sunlight that hit him from the window.
"You're free, Sally!"
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 21:38:17
Jamie jumped up. He, too, was grinning madly. "Captain Jack, my saviour!"
He didn't notice the blood, or if he did, he didn't mind. The important thing is, he was free! He could go and do whatever he wanted now. Happy, happy day.
"Would it be too odd if we hugged to celebrate our new found freedom?" Because, what was the protocol for when you get let out of the madhouse by a man as mad- or maybe more- as you were?
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 21:45:17
"PFFT!" Jack grabbed Sally into a hug. Then stood side by side with him and looked out onto the proverbial world
"Go, my Sally. Run free and play. I have work to do, but you need to explore the city. Oh yes you do. There are many things out there that you will like, my Sally. Many, many toys to play with. By the time you get back, there should be death everywhere and a giant pile of burning bodies."
He took Sally by the shoulders. "If you see a lovely girl with pink hair, tell her that Jack says hello, and do try to give her some sort of wound for me, would you?"
Happy now, insanely happy, Jack looked around. Babs would have to wait. He had Things he had to do. Important Things. Like gaining control of the asylum. Which would be oh so much fun.
"Might I also encourage you to go see the giant naked statue. It's quite something."
From: i_amquitemad Date: 04/20/2006 22:30:41
Jamie was getting quite excited himself. He hugged Jack back with enthusiasm.
"The day is a great big fish! Or the world is a lobster, ours for fucking with!" There was something about likening "great opportunities" to seafood. He punched the air. Freedom never tastes as good until you had been in a straitjacket for a day.
"Aye, Captain Jack. Girl with pink hair, giant naked statue." Jamie started to walk, doing a small jig with every couple of steps. He kept on looking back and waving a Jack, and doing general Sally-esque things.
From: i_jest Date: 04/20/2006 22:33:51
Jack was proud of Sally.
He waved back every time he was waved at. Still grinning. Still happy.
Sally looked so happy.
Jack was happy too. He was about to get to do a lot of nasty things to a lot of people.