[Today, Jak's feeling grumpy.

Maybe it's the realization that two years had already passed since he had been snatched from his life and pulled onto this stupid boat.

Maybe it's the memories and sadness dredged up from the remembrance ceremony for his deceased mother a few days ago ( Read more... )

We're seriously doing this again?

[There's a link in text at the beginning of Jak's post, before it cuts into audio. Jak sounds as if he's barely holding his anger in check.]

So which one of you was it?

[Damn it Jinx.  Damn it.

Jak never really liked the munitions expert, but he never thought he'd stoop as low as raping someone.  People did a lot of illegal things to survive in Haven; stealing, smuggling, even murder if it meant the chance of a step towards freedom ( Read more... )

[Long, awkward silence.]

I'm ... missing some things.

[Locked to Bass // 45% unhackable]

This isn't over.

(( OOC: Jak is missing his goggles, boots, tunic, pants, scarf, leather harness, arm wraps and waist wrap; silly boy wasn't wearing his armor. Strikethroughs have already been claimed everything's gone! :3 ))

[Though he'd never say it out loud, being back on the ship was incredibly depressing for Jak.  He grew up on a beach with the sun, sand and surf, and being back out there made him miss home.  His childhood home, not the dull, grey, war torn city of Haven ( Read more... )

Enough is enough.

I want to know who Santa Claus is.  Now.

Either he comes to me, or I'll hunt him down myself.

(( ooc: Short explanation: Bass' actions in this Carnival log led to Damas' death.  Bass gave his name as Santa Claus.  Jak is now out to kill Santa.  ~*~toot toot~*~ ))

Let's do this.

(( ooc: Jak'll be at the racing deck, fine-tuning his Javelin X, sans weapons, obviously ))

[Jak sounds tired and not quite himself.]

Damas.  We ... should talk.

[He hesitates a moment longer, then clicks the communicator off.]

Ashelin.

You busy?