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What Women Want
The lack of pain surprised him. Jack had felt nothing more than a dull emptiness as he entered his flat. It was not a sensation that would bother him to drink or tears or angry prose he’d as soon throw away as hammer on to paper. It was a sensation like routine hunger, the quiet kind that quivered the stomach of the casual diner who wanted any old ( Read more... ) -
Ten things about Jack Driscoll
1) His mother is Irish and his father is retired military. They met when General Driscoll was visiting family in Ireland ( Read more... ) -
Jack-Raven-Mary Anne OOM
Jack is at a cafe. There's a lot of cafes in New York City.
He is writing. There are lots of writers in New York City. A lot of them write in cafes.
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Jack Driscoll began to think hiding in the future was a bad idea. He couldn't write. He couldn't get out of bed. These had become problematic today, though Jack had found it difficult to rise from bed all week. Jack was unsure whether his chat with Mary Anne had helped, last night. He hadn't felt this bad yesterday, but perhaps the admition that he ( Read more... ) -
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[ Memory of things past. ]
He needed to talk, and someone to talk to, so he went to the bar and picked up Mary Anne. If he were taking her home to 1933, he would have been speaking to her in a diner. As it stands, the Volsted Act having been revoked decades ago, they're in another bar. -
Day 1: Heal thyself and live.
He had spend the previous night crying what was left of his tears. He slept, and in the morning was refreshed. He found grocery bags waiting for him in the kitchen and money on the table. Mark had paid him. He had also, apparently, fed him. One edge of Jack's mouth curved upwards, and the other followed, slowly, until he was grinning, eyes closed, ( Read more... )