Jack Napier (i_jest) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-03-25 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | dinah lance, jack napier |
Flowers For Allergies (Dinah)
Much had happened for Jack in the past while. Nothing many might find exciting. But he'd gotten the Asylum back. He'd fixed his hair. It was a shame that Harley hadn't been there to do it. She would have done it better. Made sure that the green roots weren't showing. Hard to be sneaky when your hair was bright green. But House hadn't been able to fix that part. No. It was black dye for Jack. She would have also made sure the mohawk was straight. He'd had to kill a guy for that.
But it was alright now.
And now Jack was exploring the City again. Out and about again. Looking for people. Seeing who was still left over. Seeing who was new. It was a good thing to get acquainted with the people of the town you loved to terrorize. Better to know who to run from and who you could torment for a good long while. He hadn't seen any sign of Brucey. Which was a little sad. But then again, there were no little Robins around either. So no little boys were getting touched in their no-no places. Dirty Bats.
He actually wasn't having any luck at all finding faces he knew. Not from his own special universe and not from his previous times. There had to be somebody here that he knew, it was just rediculous that it wouldn't happen. It probably just meant that the City had other plans for them right now and was keeping him away so that it could have it's own fun for a while. Then it would let him have them, and well... then all would be happy.
Jack was about to start looking for somebody to take his frustrations out on when he spotted a familiar sign. A familiar sign that brought back very beautiful memories.
"Oh my!" Jack exclaimed, fanning his hand over his face in a dramatic fashion. The picture of Southern excitement. "My dear, if you are not in there waiting for me, I am going to be disappointed."
Nearly skipping, he crossed the street, through traffic of course, not caring to go the extra five feet to the crosswalk. As horns blared, Jack displayed the finger that would tell them all what he thought of them, and combined with his manic grin, they didn't even consider getting out of their cars to confront him.
He peered into the window and spied a familiar blond head of hair. Attached, of course, to a familiar face. With relish, Jack flung the door wide open and sauntered inside. Oh, what a good game this was going to be!
To think. His first adventure out and he gets to play with Dinah Lance!