Jack Atlas (AU)

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rebuildingbonds — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 22:26:03 GMT

...The mark is gone.

And in its place, I have-- this.

...Yuusei--

...........

What the hell is happening?!

((OOC: Linda, he got your suit. I'M A SPARTAN, RAAAAAAAH. 8D))

05

rebuildingbonds — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 21:54:41 GMT

...Yuusei.

Ci-Epta.

Come. It's empty.

03 - [Voice Post]

rebuildingbonds — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 05:53:04 GMT

[The recording is quiet for a few moments, until a few emphatic, even slightly distressed words come through clearly, with little background noise, suggesting he is indoors.]

...Damn it all.

((OOC: Backdated to the mistletoe plot. Because I'm a snail. |D Jack had been careful to avoid the mistletoe until he thought they were gone, and then when he went into the hallway he got caught by one. HAHAHAHA what. idek.))

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rebuildingbonds — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 03:08:32 GMT

...This is annoyingly inconvenient.

Damn it. Get taken out of the hospital, only to somehow land myself here.

Ridiculous.

[Private // very hackable to Yuuseis (and anyone else, really)]

None of this turned out the way I would've wanted it. Of course not.

Yet, when I think about it... could it have really turned out any differently?

~~The only conclusion I ever seem to come to is no.~~

...A better question, though, might be where do I go from here? Where, after a fall like that, does one even begin to pick up the pieces and trudge onwards? I've already decided that the me that lived his life as King was someone I can't recognize as myself. I had tried to fool everyone -- myself and others -- that way, and for a time it worked.

I don't want to do that anymore. There's no point in lying about it.

...However, I'm not in the mood to come out with it entirely. Not yet. Not even to Yuusei. Perhaps in the future, things will change, but now, I'm not ready to fully throw away what I had yet. It's still something of a shock.

01 - [Voice Post]

rebuildingbonds — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 01:48:46 GMT

[A few grunts of pain can be heard before the speaker swears under his breath. By the way he's distanced from the communicator, it's clear he's focused on something else right now.]

...Damn it.

[He pauses, then shifting his attention to the recording.]

...Carly.

If you're here, answer.

Now.

[And he doesn't acknowledge the fact that the possibility exists that he is alone here, though his hesitation seems to suggest he's aware of it. The recording continues for a few more moments with muttered curses punctuating it until it times out.]

((OOC: Jack kinda broke his arm again, lol. It wasn't completely healed, so it broke again when he arrived here, oops. :D;;;;))