My name is Dr. Daniel Jackson. I have a doctorate in anthropology and another one in linguistics. ((Independent RP blog for Stargate and Stargate SG-1. I play within the cannon of Continuum when Daniel lost his leg.)) ((Please note that I cannot follow you back from this blog, but I will from my main blog: psychosesontheradio)) ((Also wanted to put it out there that my current icon may be someone's edit. I really liked it so I used it. If it's yours, let me know I'll credit.)) ((Sister blog is my Victor Stecker-Epps blog: captaincrunchandspam.)) --- Current M!A: none
Hello you all!!! Daniel has moved over to another blog.
HERE!
This blog will not be active anymore. I am still going to go through my drafts and try to transfer them to the other blog, but I will do this ONLY on request. Please send your request to the new blog!
Hello you all!!! Daniel has moved over to another blog.
HERE!
This blog will not be active anymore. I am still going to go through my drafts and try to transfer them to the other blog, but I will do this ONLY on request. Please send your request to the new blog!
Hello you all!!! Daniel has moved over to another blog.
HERE!
This blog will not be active anymore. I am still going to go through my drafts and try to transfer them to the other blog, but I will do this ONLY on request. Please send your request to the new blog!
Hello you all!!! Daniel has moved over to another blog.
HERE!
This blog will not be active anymore. I am still going to go through my drafts and try to transfer them to the other blog, but I will do this ONLY on request. Please send your request to the new blog!
Hello you all!!! Daniel has moved over to another blog.
HERE!
This blog will not be active anymore. I am still going to go through my drafts and try to transfer them to the other blog, but I will do this ONLY on request. Please send your request to the new blog!
Hello you all!!! Daniel has moved over to another blog.
HERE!
This blog will not be active anymore. I am still going to go through my drafts and try to transfer them to the other blog, but I will do this ONLY on request. Please send your request to the new blog!
I'm running Daniel from a sideblog, so I can't send out asks. If you get an anonymous ask or one from ask-arighteousman/claus signed -damagedspacemonkey, it's from me. Or you could send me some in-verse stuff! Just be sure to mention the au in the message
Stepping gingerly into the shade of her garage, his eyes continued to scan her car with appreciation. He’d love to have a car like that, and would admit to having a thing for Chevys, even though he didn’t own one himself.
"I’m Daniel," he replied. He shifted on his cane a little before deciding to lean against a wall instead. Switching his cane to his other hand, he flexed his fingers a bit stretch the cramps out. "I haven’t been in town very long, I was just sort of wandering until I found you. You wouldn’t happen to know any good places to eat around here?"
Deanna eyed the man, noticing he had a cane. Normally she’d say something but, she bit her tongue this time. It was still early and she had a tendency to save her shit talk for the race track. “Deanna. I’d shake your hand but, i’m covered in grease.” Deanna laughed softly.
"Why are you in town? If you don’t mind me asking." Deanna asked as she closed the hood of her car and covered it with the tarp that was on the ground. "Uh, there’s this diner up the road. They got good food. I’ll drive you. I’m headed there anyways."
"I understand," he said with a smile when she didn't want to offer her hand. He took a few deep breaths. He hadn't realized how hot it was outside until he got the chance to stand in the shade. "Nice to meet you, Deanna."
He looked around the garage for a bit while he conjured up a response for her inquiry. He had a multitude of reasons for being here, but not too many he'd actually be willing to share. "I'm here for the sun, I guess," he said, looking out at the sky, though it wasn't entirely true. "And the cars...I'm okay the walk, really. Unless you're sure you don't mind."
Deanna looked the man over before she spoke. She wasn’t used to seeing folks out and about, especially in this heat. The only time she knew people going places in this heat was because they had to not because they wanted to.
"She’s a beauty, isn’t she?" Deanna asked. She loved when people complimented her car. Although she knew her whips were nice, she loved hearing others say so.
She nodded for the man to come inside, out of the heat. As she turned back around and continued working on her car, she struck up conversation with the man. “What’s your name?”
Stepping gingerly into the shade of her garage, his eyes continued to scan her car with appreciation. He'd love to have a car like that, and would admit to having a thing for Chevys, even though he didn't own one himself.
"I'm Daniel," he replied. He shifted on his cane a little before deciding to lean against a wall instead. Switching his cane to his other hand, he flexed his fingers a bit stretch the cramps out. "I haven't been in town very long, I was just sort of wandering until I found you. You wouldn't happen to know any good places to eat around here?"
It was the middle of August and Deanna was beating herself up for not getting started on beefing up her car sooner. Race day was fast approaching and she was starting to have doubts about whether or not her car would lead her to another victory.
After her usual morning routine, she headed out to the garage to work on her most prized possession; the Chevy Camaro that her pops had given her. He was the only family member that actually believed in her. The rest just thought Deanna was racing for attention. Which, wasn’t a total lie. She loved the attention she got from racing. It made her feel like she could take on the world and live to tell the tale.
Dean had been under the hood of the Chevy since noon, she was getting kind of hungry. Her stomach growled but, she ignored it. She needed to keep working. This car had to be ready for the first race. She was going to smoke the opponents.
Another hour or so passed when Deanna heard a light tap on the garage door. “Can’t you see I’m working here. This better be important.” She said with a slight irritation in her voice as she turned around.
One thing Daniel missed about Scotland was the weather. It was too hot here for August. Especially since he had to walk for a while, get used to his new leg again. He had parked in a leveled garage about two miles ago and meant to get some breakfast--or lunch, now that he'd checked his watch.
He was new to this city, meant to actually settle down for once, get into some of the racing. First, he had to get to know the place. He limped along for a while, content to wander until he found something. But after too long, that proved to be more trouble than it was worth. He needed to find a place soon or he might not have have it in him to walk all the way back to his car. He was hungry and slowly getting frustrated, so he stopped and looked around.
Not finding what he was looking for, his eyes settled instead on an open garage not too far away, with a car inside. Curious, he walked over and peered inside. He tapped lightly when he approached to get the attention of the woman under the hood of a Chevy. It was polite to announce your presence in most cultures. By the way she snapped at him, however, maybe America wasn't one of those cultures.
"Sorry," he said, adjusting his glasses slightly, "Didn't mean to interrupt, I just...like your car."
Driving style: More reckless than skilled, but he’s rather smart about taking on a course.
Personality: Very closed off, but polite. He doesn’t typically talk to other people about himself, unless he’s grown close to said people. He doesn’t have many friends and he’s not very good at making them, but he can grow a quick attachment to someone who shares his interests. However, he doesn’t invest himself in relationships.
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The cars he has:
1966 Cadillac Eldorado, black.
Custom BMW--an experiment of his he's working on--dark green.
Pontiac GTO, gunmetal gray.
Background:
No relation to Daniel Jackson the famous hack of the academic world--except that they are the same person, shhh. Daniel has been stateside for four years after living abroad to recover from an injury he sustained in the...a car accident. There is literally nothing on him before that--anywhere. He's a typical bookish nerd with knowledge that is the equivalent of three PhD's in anthropology and linguistics.
For unknown reasons, he can't get a job in the research field. When he returned to the US, he took on another field of study. He studied cars and auto mechanics obsessively. In his first year, he bought and rebuilt his Cadillac. His source of income is unknown.
The injury from...a car accident, took his right leg. He has a prosthetic, but still walks heavily on a cane. Once you get to know him, however, you might start to think that he keeps the cane so that other people will underestimate him.
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This verse is dedicated to Paul Walker, may he rest in peace.
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