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Sometimes one has got to become monstrous in order to survive.
Iris Murdoch
What do you see when you close your eyes?
“I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts. ”
Friedrich Nietzsche
Bioshock Characters (7/?): Jack
“They told me, ‘Son, you’re special. You were born to do great things.’ You know what? They were right.”
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"I want to you to wait here."
Jack was sitting on his haunches, rifling through a bag filled with various items he had plucked from Rapture since arriving. What he was looking for his cigarettes, what he was incapable of finding, seemed to be, anything he needed. He frowned, feeling restless, and instead busied himself running the pad of his thumb over the spot on his arm reserved for eve.
Atlas had just run him through what was required of him, and that was a trip to the Medical Pavilion, a trip to Dr. Steinman, and into danger Jack wasn't entirely sure he understood yet. He was afraid, he knew, but the fear felt like energy --- like a shot of adrenaline that kept him hungry and needy. He liked that fear; he felt alive. Felt necessary. And that, being needed, was a feeling so lost on him. He couldn't last remember a time when he had been so required.
He didn't look Diane's way when he spoke.
"I'll come back for you after I'm done."
If only Jack had not said to help the girls. Then Minnie would have asked the giant why would he want to be dancin’ with ‘em in the first place. She meant: he was all tall and they were all small. But before Minnie could even dwell that it might have been a cute situation, he said ‘Help.’
She moved away from the vent, stared onto him directly once more with those dark eyes on the verge of holding potential admiration, “Umh. You mean like….you they…you’re their hero?”
A delicate confluence of the intensity in her eyes, and the nature of her pause had Jack stumbling over the gravity of her question. He could sense there was something vital here, something important to Minnie; something more imperative than he had given the lofty comment. He felt unease, tremendous unease that sunk into his skin like a sharp knife.
The hope that wanted to shine in her eyes assaulted his shame and guilt; twisting the feelings in his chest until he turned away, his eyes again trained on the small vent.
It seemed someone else spoke when he opened his mouth.
"Just... just doing the right thing where I can." Where I can. He wanted to ask more, but the need to change the topic outweighed that desire. "Uh, Minnie? Do you know somewhere quiet we can go? Somewhere safer? Just to, uh... catch our breath?"
IT’S A WHITE NOISE, IT’S A MEDITATION BOWL, IT’S AN 옴.
gonna go have a pint BUT when im back im gonna do my few replies, and the starter i owe but --- if anyone would like to rp, hit me up in IM or askbox or like this or whatever. play with me a jacky.
still have trouble writing. busy weeks make for lazy brain, i guess.
although it’s okay cos it’s reset day in WoW so i got shit to do anyway <<
is there any way, to get this weight off my skin and find another one