Hail Me

Jack Spade♠️

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"Why oh why did I agree to this cook out?” Jack asked, keeping his carriage parked in front of a woman’s way as she so rudely tried to maneuver around him. She’d figure it out. He had faith.

“Did you find my Swiss cheese?” He asked, though he knew. He KNEW it was unlikely. “What are your theories on this Cheese Crisis anyways? Conspiracies? Comments-- Concerns?”

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This was a terrible idea and yet here she was, standing outside of Jack’s side door. Jynne had tried convincing herself all afternoon that there was no way a conversation like this could end well, that she was only fooling herself to think she’d be able to get any kind of closure from this, but it needed to be done - if not for her, then for him. 

She never intended on treating Jack the way she had, but to be fair she never expected him to fall for her either. Jynne had closed off her feelings a long time ago, way before she met him. She’d told herself that this way she couldn’t get hurt, but that unfortunately didn’t mean others were saved from being hurt by her in the process. 

Jynne took in a deep breath to calm her nerves, but it was no use, her anxiety driving her heart to race on as she reluctantly brought up a fist to knock on the door. It’d been weeks since they last saw each other and it didn’t end on a good note either, so she had no clue what to expect when the door swung open, revealing the despondent man before her. 

“Hey,” she forced a small smile, understandably not receiving much in return. The brunette’s eyes fell to the ground, finding it hard to maintain eye contact. “Thanks again for meeting me,” she nervously scratched the back of her neck, an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air as she waited for a response that soon became obvious wasn’t coming so easily. “You gonna invite me in, or are we doing this out here?”

“Uh-huh,” Jack added as he reluctantly allowed her inside. Their late night relations had very rarely trickled back to his doorstep, so he felt an unease as she stepped inside. This was the second stranger to enter his home this week. The first being a woman claiming to be his sister. Half-sister. And he was compelled to believe her. But it left him in a bit of a haze, an overall aloofness when it came to confronting his emotions. Seeing Jynne during that whirlwind was not ideal. But when was it ever?

Jack showed her towards the barstools, where he offered her to make herself comfortable. Though Jack couldn’t see himself sitting through the conversation. 

“What did we want to talk about, Jynne? Something you need to say? Or--” Jack trailed off. “Get off your chest? Relieve yourself of some guilt-- because you’re supposedly a new woman after three weeks in Barbados-- or wherever the hell you went.” He assumed, leaning against the counter.

Like I believe that shit. 

It was ALWAYS selfish intentions with this girl. And as Jack did best, he let her waltz back in with some other excuse. But this time, he was ready to put his foot down on the matter. Enough was enough. 

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marydivamandis​:

Mary’s face fell at Jack’s response, though not for the reasons one might think. Her father had told her things about her mother, about her being as cold and unforgiving as the jewelry she wore. It’s why even on the day he adopted her, he did not even want to see her mother. He told her he felt somewhere inside himself that he was saving her from a horrible fate. It was a fate, she feared, had befallen Jack. “Of course. Anything you’d like. I’m…really sorry for dropping all of this on you, Jack. I didn’t know of a more delicate way, so I figured I just…Needed to rip the bandage off, I suppose. I hope you don’t resent me.” She hoped he didn’t resent her for several reasons, but the less said on her part, the better. The last thing she wanted to do upon meeting her only sibling was ruin it with her inane questions.

“Don’t be sorry. Nothing to be sorry for. You wanted answers. It’s what I would have done if I were in your shoes.” He was taken aback by the things his mother had done. How she gave her away, for what reason? Because she wasn’t male? What was the significance behind any of that? 

Jack sat for a few moments, slowly drinking down his own whiskey. Trying to make sense of where to go from there. “If you want to see some pictures, I can provide.” He offered. Not that he liked looking at them. He kept them tucked away in a drawer in one of the spare bedrooms none of his guests used. For good reason. He felt like they watched him too, along with that rose bush. “You can take whatever you want of them.” Jack said, quickly dismissing himself before returning with several. None of which were framed. The frames he burned. Some, along with the photos inside. He wanted as little reminder of her as possible lurking in his home.

“It’s not much, but it’s a start.” Jack offered, examining her face longer this time. She felt familiar. The way he imagined it would feel to see oneself in a sibling. “You’ve definitely got our eyes.”

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Mary braced herself, though for what, she was unsure. His initial lack of response caused her blood to turn to ice. Would he cast her out? Would he not accept her like her…their…mother had done so many years ago? Her jaw, which she had subconsciously clenched, came unclenched when he told her to come around the side. Though him suddenly closing the door seemed a bit much, she couldn’t say she blamed him.

She made her way quickly around the house, in awe of its sheer size and scale. Her mother must have been a rather lavish, wealthy woman. Her heart still resided in the pit of her stomach upon the discovery that she was no longer here. Perhaps she could find her whereabouts and figure out what happened, among other things.

At any rate, she crossed the threshold of the screen door, offering the towering man a polite smile. “Oh darling, the only Goldie I’d ever aspire to be is Goldie Hawn. I’m Mary, though everybody back home called me Mary Elizabeth. I’ve always felt it was a bit…dramatic for my tastes. Oh, whiskey would be lovely, actually.” she chuckled, sitting at the bar in the kitchen. Though far more inclined to drink wine, she needed something to help her get through this interaction. 

“Well…When I came of age about 11 years ago, I immediately set to work to track down my information about my birth mother. My dads always maintained that I was adopted from an orphanage, but that never sat well with me. When I found out about my birth mother and got the address and such, I told my dads I was going to find her. They, uh…That sat me down and told me what I can only assume to be the truth. My dad, Oscar, met mother at an event of some sort in the city. Having been a costumer on Broadway in his youth, which was how he met my other dad Karl, he knew a lot of folks and got to go to all sorts of events with wealthy and interesting types. At any rate, he and mother really hit it off and Oscar let slip that he was looking to adopt. Your mother apparently pulled him aside and mentioned something about how she had unexpectedly become pregnant with a baby girl. They struck up an agreement, and I was whisked out of the hospital in May of 1991 in the arms of a flamboyant actor and his long-suffering business partner.”

Mary smiled humorlessly as she took a long sip of whiskey, clearing half the glass before continuing. “Oscar only said he accepted because he’d heard, well…Less than pleasant things about mother and didn’t want her in my life. He said some other things that, without using so many words, made it clear that I was not wanted by this mysterious woman. I was so devastated that I let the matter drop and went on about my life in college and such. Years passed and hours upon hours of therapy later, I decided that I needed to get some closure on this. I cannot live the rest of my life on the testimony of men who, no matter what, will do what they can to protect me. I needed the truth. I needed to know if she truly never wanted me, never thought about me after giving me away. I wanted to know why.”

Stubborn tears streaked down her alabaster cheeks as she polished off her whiskey, eyes distant before suddenly locking onto Jack. “That’s not every detail, but hopefully that’s a good enough start. Fire away with any and all questions.”

Jack’s mother had always been one for dramatics. Broadway being a favorite of hers. Trips she would make, leaving him behind in the large home by himself. He almost preferred it when she left. It was quiet, to a degree. Still, there were thumps and whispers that stirred him awake deep into the nights. But it beat the shrill of her voice jolting him out of a sound sleep. In any event--Broadway-- was not out of the realm of possibilities for how his mother met her fathers. Oddly things were adding up. But he knew elaborate stories could also be a sign of preparation going into a scheme. He couldn’t be sure.

“Oooh boy, okay...” Jack stated, looking to pour himself a glass of whiskey himself, but all he could do was breathe. Take it all in. The details of her life were difficult to swallow. And if they were honest, truthful facts, he felt compelled to help her. 

“Yeah, well Oscar got that right.” Jack assured her, waving his hand as if to show himself off to her. “The results may startle you.” The abuse he had taken over the years of his life had left permanent damage both inside and out. His psyche the most out of whack.

Jack took a deep breath in, looking at her facial structure again. It resonated with his own, oddly enough. Bits of it, anyways. “How willing would you be to take a DNA test?” He posed the question, pushing away the thought of that obscene Truth Hurts song. “I want to believe you. That would be enough to give you some more information. I won’t do it without it, I hope you understand. She was not a fantastic part of my life, but unfortunately she will always have my loyalties.”

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marydivamandis​:

While Mary had never been one to shy away in the face of domineering personalities, there was something about this man with the icy eyes that made her want to disappear right on the spot. Though she was able to offer a nervous, breathy chuckle in reply, she felt her stomach fall right to the ground at his words. 

Gone. What did he mean by gone!? She couldn’t be dead…Could she? Mary had scanned obituaries in the past couple of years and not once had her mother’s name appeared. She worried with her bottom lip for a moment, shrinking a bit at the question. Though appropriate and fair, it was his tone that cut her to the bone.

“O-Oh. Well, that’s unfortunate…I’m, uh, I’m afraid I don’t really know how to say this.” she replied slowly, taking a deep, shaking breath before looking him in the eye. “Jack…I’m your half-sister.”

Feeling a lump form in her throat, Mary cleared it before trying to continue. “I came here to hopefully meet my mother after all this time…” she trailed off as she got choked, up, tears stinging at the edges of her doe eyes. She dared not to move, lest her legs give way right on the stoop. Much like her dad, she had a flair for the dramatics, but only because her feelings were so intense.

Jack felt his stomach twist in a knot as she dropped the bomb. “Half sister.” He repeated back in disbelief. But the vague memories of his pregnant mother came to mind. Days where she would tell Jack he would have a brother to look forward to, but never telling him how she would cast out the sister that came instead. She couldn’t answer the questions Jack had--why she hadn’t come home with his promised sibling-- but he had pressed on. Pressed on until he was physically reminded not to ask again. 

The teary eyed female standing before him bore a resemblance to their mother. In ways that made him feel physically ill. But he would hear her out. Hopes that this wasn’t some terrible practical joke.

“Don’t come through this door. Walk around the side... come up the driveway to the sliding glass door.” Jack directed her without much else. His mind began racing as he closed the door, locking it as his grip held on dearly to the knob. As though he could hear those muffled screams all over again. And as he released his grip, the noises ceased. 

He was definitely losing it.

Around the side of the house, Jack regrettably waved her in. He had more than enough to protect himself with— training and makeshift weapons. Though a young woman walking into a grown man’s house was not the entirely safe either. How could she trust him?

“You can sit wherever you’d like,” Jack gestured to the island in the middle of the kitchen, a conscious addition he had recommended to help split up the spacious room. “Did you want a drink? Water. Whiskey?” He offered. Didn’t matter that it was mid afternoon. Alcohol was his usual buffer. “Gotta name? Or are we goin’ with Goldie Locks?” He asked, a small smile proving he was not a heartless monster-- he couldn’t imagine whatever was going through her mind-- but he imagined she had things far better off than himself. 

“Did you do some sleuth work? How did you track her down?” Jack asked, having been careful in his efforts to wipe the records of this house clean. Maybe not clean enough..

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