Mucking In
Who: AU!Jon
Where: AU!DHARMA
When: Day 24
Invited: Jack Sparrow, May, doppelgangers, other prisoners as appropriate :)
Status: Incomplete
Landing face down on the concrete was a pretty good clue that Macdonald took great satisfaction in shoving him into the cell, that much was clear. Jon pushed himself up immediately and kicked at the man's kneecaps, earning himself a zat blast from the soldier's companion.
Fucking OW!
He had asked for it in a way, but petty revenge was vowed before his eyes rolled back. Maybe sabotage both of their weapons someday, so that a double-strength blast would hit the user rather than the victim. It wasn't like he didn't know how.
When Jon came to, someone had propped him up against a cold, white-tiled wall and the pirate was yelling at the ceiling - fucking fantastic during a zat-hangover.
"Where a' me effects?!"
Another voice was softer, closer, but just as headache-worthy. "How did you get here?"
Jon pinched the bridge of his nose. Ok, so they'd met someone like him before. His response was vague and typically sarcastic. "Walked?"
"Aye, but I left ye out cold, savvy? Fishy, that is."
Looking up, Jon scowled at the pair of them. Like him, Parker and Sparrow bore obvious marks of DHARMA's strip and search policy: one-size-fits-all white clothing and bare feet, along with damp hair from rapid drenching. Not that the pirate smelt any better than his wild hairstyle suggested, and Jon didn't like the idea that one of his doubles hadn't been able to beat someone so damn ridiculous.
"Are you sure that's not just your fine self, Sparrow? Or are you looking for payback?" He took a stab in the dark. "It wasn't like you didn't leave an obvious trail."
Where: AU!DHARMA
When: Day 24
Invited: Jack Sparrow, May, doppelgangers, other prisoners as appropriate :)
Status: Incomplete
Landing face down on the concrete was a pretty good clue that Macdonald took great satisfaction in shoving him into the cell, that much was clear. Jon pushed himself up immediately and kicked at the man's kneecaps, earning himself a zat blast from the soldier's companion.
Fucking OW!
He had asked for it in a way, but petty revenge was vowed before his eyes rolled back. Maybe sabotage both of their weapons someday, so that a double-strength blast would hit the user rather than the victim. It wasn't like he didn't know how.
When Jon came to, someone had propped him up against a cold, white-tiled wall and the pirate was yelling at the ceiling - fucking fantastic during a zat-hangover.
"Where a' me effects?!"
Another voice was softer, closer, but just as headache-worthy. "How did you get here?"
Jon pinched the bridge of his nose. Ok, so they'd met someone like him before. His response was vague and typically sarcastic. "Walked?"
"Aye, but I left ye out cold, savvy? Fishy, that is."
Looking up, Jon scowled at the pair of them. Like him, Parker and Sparrow bore obvious marks of DHARMA's strip and search policy: one-size-fits-all white clothing and bare feet, along with damp hair from rapid drenching. Not that the pirate smelt any better than his wild hairstyle suggested, and Jon didn't like the idea that one of his doubles hadn't been able to beat someone so damn ridiculous.
"Are you sure that's not just your fine self, Sparrow? Or are you looking for payback?" He took a stab in the dark. "It wasn't like you didn't leave an obvious trail."