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hollow house for bones; tag;; Sam
Topic Started: Aug 11 2010, 07:31 PM (316 Views)
Jack Russell
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June 23rd
Early Evening
6:00 pm

It was no secret that Jack existed in a close-knit community of friends. He was slow to trust, and it was only once that trust was gained did his stuttering dialogue being to wane and the shield of his guarded nature begin to drop. And in the aftermath of the battle between worlds, Jack had built a temporary wall between himself and anyone who tried to reach him. It was too much to handle alone, but for some reason Jack insisted on taking it in his own hands anyway. He didn't like to talk about what had happened; the last thing Jack needed was to scare anyone off in the slightest. He'd worked too hard for his clean renown.

But the least he could do was to repair the burning bridges between him and those who were in that distinct circle. Some could call it selfish and underhanded that Jack was tempting Sam with the promise of drinks and the quiet patio, but the wolf shifter didn't want to lose Sam as his friend.

Jack gave a sigh of contentment as he stretched on the mesh lounge chair, the beginnings of a sunset creeping up over the tree line and setting the sky aflame with color. The peak hours of sunlight were over, but he would rather be better safe than sorry with his eyes, adjusting the shades on the bridge of his nose and sipping quietly at the cold drink in his hand. It had been some time since he could openly unwind, although since he had started dating Rahne, it didn't seem as hard as it had before.

"I forgot how nice it is to just sit down and... not do anything, I guess," Jack stated aloud, gesturing to the sunset with his free hand. For once it was just nice to be back among society, where there were people around and he didn't always have to hunt his food. Everyone else probably preferred that he was back as well, although Jack felt it was more of a sense that Emil had driven everyone to frustration and anger.
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It's nice to have Jack back.

Nono, let Sam rephrase that.

It's doggone great to have good old Jack Attack back.

Such thoughts were blissfully in the front of the bumpkin's mind as he sat in patio furniture and sipped on his beer. Not a light beer, 'cause he was no wussy. Over the four years that he had been drinking, Sam had noticed a very consistent laws about beer, being that it was okay by yourself, and awesome with buds. Sitting next to Jack on the patio only gathered more evidence that he was a genius of some sort, 'cause the ice-cold beverage in his hand was delightful.

But you know what else was? Having his friend back. Well...not back, per say, because his body never left. It was that mind-switching thing going on. And he never said it to his face, because he would probably rip Samuel's off, but his alternate personality from Earth ten three eighty eleventy six was not very nice, and he was very rude to Jack's lover, Rahne. The good news was that that jerk- off was gone; the bad news was that Jack missed a whole lot while being in the other world, like spending more time with his favorite country bumpkin who could shoot fire out of his rear end.

Luckily, though, they were given the opportunity to make up for these missed bro- to- bro bonding experiences this evening, by talking about all the cool stuff that bros like to talk about on the school's patio.

"I forgot how nice it is to just sit down and... not do anything, I guess,"

Sam nodded his head several times over in agreement, taking a big gulp of his brew before responding with his big boy words. "Same here, man. Ah mean, being an X-Man is pretty cool most of the time, but it happens to wear the heck out of me. Ah wasn't even on that mission, but it still made me real weary. Ah'm not one to watch the sunset, but this... this is refreshing."
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Jack gave a grim incline of his head as Sam's reply took a dour tone, recalling all too well what had happened during the final battle. The shifter had remained fixedly thin-lipped about his experiences in the other world, trying his best to put it at the back of his mind. And yet, he knew the nightmares would probably persist for several more months, as would the look on his otherworldly sister's face when it was all over.

He swigged back another sip of his drink in a meager attempt to put his mind in a comfortable haze.

"Yeah it is... refreshing," he agreed at last, his bare foot smoothing backwards across his chair until he could rest his elbow on the point of his knee. "So uh.. you find anyone new in your life while I was gone?" Jack started with a lighthearted air, striving to find some kind of silver lining to the situation. "Though I heard you had your hands full for a while."

Being friends with Sam was one of the smartest decisions Jack had ever made--the self-propelled mutant was easy to talk to and to get along with. Jack found some camaraderie amongst the other 'guys' of the X-team, but he was not very close to any of them, as friendships had been established and rooted long before he had come along. The werewolf was no longer the new kid on the block, but there were times when he still felt like it.
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On occasion, the bumpkin began to feel pretty bad that he wasn't able to go on the mission with the rest of his teammates. For a hopeful of a future leadership position, it wasn't the greatest PR. But, alas, he had too little understanding of what was going on to be involved, and babysitting did turn out to be less life-threatening than fighting an alternate version of himself in an inter-dimensional void.

But what sucked more than not being there for his team was not being there for his friends. The bumpkin wished he could sympathize with Jack about how much pain and stress that the event might have caused him, for he might not have made any mistakes in his word choice, just as he had in his first few words with the man. Granted, sympathizing and talking about feelings wasn't really Sam's favorite thing to do... but it would have been pretty cool of him to have been able to do.

"But y'know what's more refreshing? This lovely fizzing drink Ah hold here." Sam chuckled and took another sip off the top of his bottle. With every drink he took, he could feel himself growing more loose and relaxed; not drunker, for he was no lightweight, but rather reminded more and more that he was safe now, and that the whole "Living in constant fear" thing was more or less assuaged, if not forgotten entirely for but a moment.

At the bit of having his hands full, Sam cocked his head a bit in confusion. "Ah did? What with?"
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Jack gave a soft wave of his hand as he adjusted into a more comfortable position on his mesh lawn chair. "I mean... I know Emil was.. a handful." He took a long dram of his drink and shook his head,"No that's.. that's too nice. He was a nightmare." And as Jack pondered the events of the past month and a half, he found himself adding,"The entire thing was a nightmare" as he rubbed a palm over his face, resisting the urge to recall any memory of it. With Sam, Jack unconsciously felt more obligated to lay his cards on the table face up, to be straight with him--no circling, no stuttering.

It was impossible for the X-Man to keep entirely to himself about the war with Onslaught, but he didn't want to scare Rahne off with this, not after the risk he'd taken, not after that heart-hammering leap of faith.

"I wish it had been," Jack sighed, having little will left to make the effort to remain reticent. After recollecting himself, Jack quirked his best placid expression, glancing at Sam quietly. "Sorry I.. I don't mean to just throw this on you, you know?" Truth be told, he really was sick of hearing about it, thinking about it, reliving it in his nightmares every night, but this demon of the past was just sitting on his chest, staring him dead in the eye.
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