August 16th, 2008.

[wretchedgrin]

[Jack stands in an open area of the city, garbed in plain, light blue clothes. Simple shirt, simple pants, barefoot. He looks... slightly confused.]

... Where are the walls?

Where's the security door?

No, they... They can't keep me out here.

I'm not well.

[His gaze casually moves from one side to the other, scanning the place... and he begins walking.

Comments

[consecrat]

Will you be needing something I can give?

[wretchedgrin]

There's nothing you can give me that would fix what's wrong with--

ha ha ha

... me.

[consecrat]

We all of us are broken, though some admit it more readily.

[wretchedgrin]

Some more broken than others.

Action?

[not_priestly]

[have an Abby stepping out of a perpendicular street, accidentally right into his path]

Action!

[wretchedgrin]

[He slams right into Abaddon, flailing as he nearly falls flat on his face. Jack rights himself, looking around briefly for the victim, then spots Abby.]

Oh, I'm... Very sorry, I--

ha ha

-- I'm in a bit of a rush, you see.

Action

[not_priestly]

[he himself stumbles backwards, just once, before righting himself rather easily, oddly enough, despite the force that Jack slammed into him]

Ah, that's alright my dear fellow.

[reaches out a hand to pat his arm]

My, are you alright? You look rather pale.

Re: Action

[wretchedgrin]

[He quickly pulls away, glaring at the man with a psychotic look.]

I'm not pale... That's just my skin. ha ha ha haha ha

[Another hand clasps over his mouth... and he begins moving away from Abaddon. He couldn't be here... He had to be locked up. For everyone's sake.]