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you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.
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you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.
[ it takes a little while for jack to care about his phone making a noise from where he is trying to be dead to the world, face down on his bed in the middle of the day, but once he picks it up to see who it's from, that's not actually a person he minds at the moment.
he types something short back, lazy, not bothering with making it as presentable as he usually always does. ]
no. why?
he types something short back, lazy, not bothering with making it as presentable as he usually always does. ]
no. why?
[ Once darkness has fallen on the day he's invited, Rafa makes his way to the Up, and to Jack's apartment. The invitation he's through the network should be enough to let him enter, he thinks, but he still knocks first. He's expecting to be expected, and keen to see Jack again. Of course, he's wearing the same clothes he'd worn at their last two encounterea, which generally he would avoid, but there's little choice here. He has at least made sure they're clean and tidy, and he's pulled his hair back from his face in a little tail. He knocks sharply, listening for any movement on the other side. ]
[ A Lot has happened since that invitation went out, something Jack had been in excited anticipation for, before his world imploded, crashing in on itself. Thankfully, Jack's awake and mindlessly staring at the ceiling when the knock at the door comes, and he rolls quickly out of bed, searching the dark living room for signs of Steve Rogers, the guard dragon. Perhaps he'd passed out in the other room. It isn't as if Jack hasn't been a nightmare to try to keep under control.
Padding through the flat, when Jack eases open the front door, the first thing that's apparent is probably his total lack of clothes, save for the black, boxer briefs he'd been sleeping in (well, trying to). The second will be the fact he looks like he tried to fight a train and lost. His skin is pale, more than it normally is, and splotchy, redness rimming his eyes, dark circles beneath them, his hair in a wild mess, a distinct kind of deadness in his gaze. If Rafaello catches sight of his right hand braced against the door frame, he'll see bruises and scabbed over cuts raised on his knuckle, as well. But none of that stops Jack remembering that he'd wanted this man to come over. Perhaps he's far from the mood he was in before, but Rafa did say he wanted him to be him. So, he's just getting the core of that reality faster than jack would've liked. It was probably coming anyway, may as well be now.
Wordlessly, he reachs out, grips the front of Rafa's top, and drags him through the doorway, closing it behind him and pressing the man up against it with the wall of his body. Ducking down, jack captures his lips, and everything in his movements speak of something hungry, and desperate. ]
Padding through the flat, when Jack eases open the front door, the first thing that's apparent is probably his total lack of clothes, save for the black, boxer briefs he'd been sleeping in (well, trying to). The second will be the fact he looks like he tried to fight a train and lost. His skin is pale, more than it normally is, and splotchy, redness rimming his eyes, dark circles beneath them, his hair in a wild mess, a distinct kind of deadness in his gaze. If Rafaello catches sight of his right hand braced against the door frame, he'll see bruises and scabbed over cuts raised on his knuckle, as well. But none of that stops Jack remembering that he'd wanted this man to come over. Perhaps he's far from the mood he was in before, but Rafa did say he wanted him to be him. So, he's just getting the core of that reality faster than jack would've liked. It was probably coming anyway, may as well be now.
Wordlessly, he reachs out, grips the front of Rafa's top, and drags him through the doorway, closing it behind him and pressing the man up against it with the wall of his body. Ducking down, jack captures his lips, and everything in his movements speak of something hungry, and desperate. ]
If Steve gives you one of those bears I'm burning it.
❰ steve doesn't generally show up at jack's unannounced. they all sort of live in each others' pockets and see each other as much as they can physically stand, but steve likes to keep up at least the pretense of their being independent individuals with boundaries and rights to privacy. today, though, steve has arrived at jack's apartment and let himself in, bringing the bottle of super soldier grade liquor with him. he's halfway to tipsy by the time jack shows up, either appearing from the depths of the apartment or returning from work — either way, when steve sees him, he tenses up, nervous. ❱
Hey. How's things?
❰ smooth, rogers. ❱
Hey. How's things?
❰ smooth, rogers. ❱
[ returning from work would be the correct guess, still looking prim with his suit and tie in perfect condition, despite a day full of pouring over boring ass law books and policies and regulations and crap no one cares to learn every last detail about. Those he usually expects to find on his couch: Wade, TJ, Murphy, Bucky, maybe even Johanna. Those he doesn't: Steve Rogers. And for split second, before his eyes catch on the bottle of hooch sitting nearby, he thinks maybe he's fucked something up, or maybe steve caught wind of something he's been hiding (he's told him nearly all the worst things, what's left? (there's always another level deeper)).
but there is that bottle of booze, and steve does address him like it's totally average to come home to captain america getting plastered in his living room, rather than walk in on the event occurring in bucky's. maybe bucky's around somewhere, but a cursory glance tells him, no, nowhere in sight. ]
All quiet on the front, Captain. You seem to be enjoying yourself. [ tugging his wallet and keys free, he tosses those on a desk nearby, and comes to stand on the opposite side of the coffee table, watching steve with an amused smirk. ] What's the occasion?
but there is that bottle of booze, and steve does address him like it's totally average to come home to captain america getting plastered in his living room, rather than walk in on the event occurring in bucky's. maybe bucky's around somewhere, but a cursory glance tells him, no, nowhere in sight. ]
All quiet on the front, Captain. You seem to be enjoying yourself. [ tugging his wallet and keys free, he tosses those on a desk nearby, and comes to stand on the opposite side of the coffee table, watching steve with an amused smirk. ] What's the occasion?
[He knows how Jack is about this shit but TJ needs to say it.]
I'm sorry.
About Tumenalia.
And thank you.
I'm sorry.
About Tumenalia.
And thank you.
❰ steve is going to call as many times as it takes you to pick the fuck up, jack, so you might as well do it on the first ring. ❱
Where are you?
❰ the sounds in the background are the authoritative stomps of steve walking through the down, heading toward the elevator building. ❱
Where are you?
❰ the sounds in the background are the authoritative stomps of steve walking through the down, heading toward the elevator building. ❱
[Ignis decides to message Jack directly, instead of responding to the mass text.]
Jack, is everything okay?
Jack, is everything okay?
I see you're recommending me to virgins.
[ ah. this is... difficult. there hadn't been time to really go over this before, and jack was hardly going to bring it up any time he'd been curled up on murphy's recovery bed with him. maybe he should've, for the sake of trying to stave off some of the bitterness and hatred boiling in murphy.
maybe he didn't because he wasn't expecting the truth of things to change. murphy doesn't know bucky like jack does. he doesn't look at him and see everything beautiful and fragile and noble in him. he's just some stranger, and now, a nightmare of a stranger. but the least he can do is try. ]
Get comfortable. I need to explain some things to you that might help.
maybe he didn't because he wasn't expecting the truth of things to change. murphy doesn't know bucky like jack does. he doesn't look at him and see everything beautiful and fragile and noble in him. he's just some stranger, and now, a nightmare of a stranger. but the least he can do is try. ]
Get comfortable. I need to explain some things to you that might help.
text; pretend this is taking place during a point on the timeline that makes fucking sense
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freightcars
2018-12-03 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
we're going to call thiiiiis 12/2 or early 12/3 before clone murphy blabs on him
cicatrize
- 2018-12-03 14:44 (UTC) - ExpandHey. Know anywhere that would hire a sub whose only experience is in firearms and being a janitor? You seem like a social butterfly who would know.
There are plenty of places needing janitors, and primarily subs that fill those spots, but the thought if you trudging around in a jumpsuit with a mop is just so sad.
You might be able to find work as security, but a sub in an authoritative position? You'd need the Dom hiring to be damn fond of you.
You might be able to find work as security, but a sub in an authoritative position? You'd need the Dom hiring to be damn fond of you.
Aside from the vacation into public trauma on winter island, sure, I'm dandy.
You?
[ well, he's not Great, but it's for things more present than the memory that was shared. he'd have much rather it stay inside his head, but if anyone were to witness it, he's glad it was murphy. ]
You?
[ well, he's not Great, but it's for things more present than the memory that was shared. he'd have much rather it stay inside his head, but if anyone were to witness it, he's glad it was murphy. ]
is it too late to add a shopping spree to my permissions?
because i'm sick and tired of wearing the same fucking thing every day
also your digital footprint needs better work.
because i'm sick and tired of wearing the same fucking thing every day
also your digital footprint needs better work.
let's say you have a stalker.
Not like go through your panty drawer while you're out buying pineapples and blue cheese stalker just
Light stalking
I followed you home so I know where you live stalker
Let's also say
something happened and one thing led to another
and you fucked them during that weird xmas fuckfest.
It's ok because Ness fucked people too
but now you're not sure if texting them first is okay or not
Not like go through your panty drawer while you're out buying pineapples and blue cheese stalker just
Light stalking
I followed you home so I know where you live stalker
Let's also say
something happened and one thing led to another
and you fucked them during that weird xmas fuckfest.
It's ok because Ness fucked people too
but now you're not sure if texting them first is okay or not
Firstly; why pineapples and blue cheese only? You could've just said 'groceries'. What is it you put both pineapples and blue cheese on?
Secondly; never fuck a stalker, I feel you, out of anyone, being likely the best stalker in this city, should know that.
Thirdly; if Ness fucked others, you're allowed to fuck others. If Ness stays in contact with others, you're allowed to do the same. But I learned my laws of marriage from the social elite of a corrupt monarchy, which are sick sacks of lies and immorality, so. Take that as you will.
Is the stalker hot?
Secondly; never fuck a stalker, I feel you, out of anyone, being likely the best stalker in this city, should know that.
Thirdly; if Ness fucked others, you're allowed to fuck others. If Ness stays in contact with others, you're allowed to do the same. But I learned my laws of marriage from the social elite of a corrupt monarchy, which are sick sacks of lies and immorality, so. Take that as you will.
Is the stalker hot?
Edited 2019-01-14 08:58 (UTC)
ability: sensory perception manipulation.
current limits: unknown.
other capabilities: tech training, surveillance.
current partner: present locally.
[ that's the message, no context provided. ]
current limits: unknown.
other capabilities: tech training, surveillance.
current partner: present locally.
[ that's the message, no context provided. ]
❰ steve rogers has taken one single nude in his entire life. one nude, for two people, who he never even ended up sending it to, because sexting just seems kind of weird and not really his thing... but which he never deleted.
this is that nude, and it has found its way onto jack's phone without steve's knowledge or consent. enjoy, jack. it was meant for you anyway. ❱
this is that nude, and it has found its way onto jack's phone without steve's knowledge or consent. enjoy, jack. it was meant for you anyway. ❱
[ Jack is getting a picture from Will's user name.
This is obviously an important offer. ]
This is obviously an important offer. ]
Edited 2019-01-21 06:36 (UTC)
[ sent from sam's phone, with this picture attached. ]
question of the day
am I restocking my first aid kit
or picking up new sex toys
question of the day
am I restocking my first aid kit
or picking up new sex toys
Audio - Shortly after the new arrivals ... arrive
ex_this_ismydesign36
2019-01-23 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By the time he finally hit 'connect' on his device, Will had cycled through a number of scenarios.
Initially it had been the desire to not say anything at all. But that was rooted more in the thought that if he didn't acknowledge Hannibal being here, Hannibal wouldn't really be here. Will had allowed himself a brief dream of it, before acknowledging that he knew better. When it came to Hannibal, as he'd told Chilton and Beverly; it was always wise to speak up.
Next he'd started to type out texts, before realizing that this really wasn't text-able news, quite honestly it was news you shared face to face, but trying to coordinate their schedules was a nightmare and this news ... couldn't wait.
So voice call it had to be.
The moment Jack picked up and Will heard his voice, he went straight to the heart of the matter. 'Hello', 'How are you' might have been the polite way to start the conversation, but nah. ]
Hannibal Lecter is here.
Initially it had been the desire to not say anything at all. But that was rooted more in the thought that if he didn't acknowledge Hannibal being here, Hannibal wouldn't really be here. Will had allowed himself a brief dream of it, before acknowledging that he knew better. When it came to Hannibal, as he'd told Chilton and Beverly; it was always wise to speak up.
Next he'd started to type out texts, before realizing that this really wasn't text-able news, quite honestly it was news you shared face to face, but trying to coordinate their schedules was a nightmare and this news ... couldn't wait.
So voice call it had to be.
The moment Jack picked up and Will heard his voice, he went straight to the heart of the matter. 'Hello', 'How are you' might have been the polite way to start the conversation, but nah. ]
Hannibal Lecter is here.
[ considering he answers the call with 'William.' it isn't as if there's any politeness owed, but jacks had a lifetime of excessive politeness. duplicity has been a hard break from it that he's frankly enjoying.
not that the news he hears immediately makes politeness seem anything close to paramount. ]
The one from home that framed you? And ate people?
[ let's not discuss how ridiculous his name is. there's much more pressing concerns, for instance: ]
Are you alright?
not that the news he hears immediately makes politeness seem anything close to paramount. ]
The one from home that framed you? And ate people?
[ let's not discuss how ridiculous his name is. there's much more pressing concerns, for instance: ]
Are you alright?
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