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Jan 26, 2011 23:07

Jack felt like he was waking up from falling off of a large building and dying. He was aching, which he supposed was something left over from is recent death that he remembered. He shifted to his elbows and took several moments before got to his legs. He checked himself, patting his body down. There was no sign of injury, and there wasn't even a ( Read more... )

stefan salvatore, spike, dante, jack harkness

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historyrepeater January 27 2011, 07:18:50 UTC
Stefan was heading back from a jaunt in the forest. His jaunts included draining rabbits or relatives of Bambi but it was a jaunt nonetheless. Hearing an unfamiliar voice, as most were here, he headed into the barracks area and found a person who matched the voice.

"Are you all right?"

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stolethename January 27 2011, 09:11:16 UTC
"I'm fine." Jack brushed himself off, making sure there was no leftover dirt on his coat. That would certainly have been an unacceptable turn of events. Not like this was acceptable to begin with. "Just a bit dizzy is all. Or I was."

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notalighieri January 27 2011, 08:39:43 UTC
Dante came sauntering by with a calm nonchalance as if young men carrying the log of a small tree over one shoulder while dressed in nothing but brown leather pants and unlaced boots, was entirely normal. During some kind of winter season. Welcome to crazyforest, Jack.

He offered the stranger a lazy salute.

"'Sup, dude. New? Only populated camp in the area that way, woods with monsters that way." He summarized and pointed at the silhouette of the barracks through the trees and back at the darker woods where from he came, respectively. And continued walking towards said camp.

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stolethename January 27 2011, 09:18:20 UTC
Jack simply raised an eyebrow and watched where this stranger pointed out. "Camp sounds promising," he said. At least better than wherever he ended up. Jack could handle a camp. That meant there were people.

"Yes, new," Jack said without a second thought. He caught his words, "Wait -- new? To where?" That really was the all important question of the day for him. He had to find out where he was and what was going on. And then he wondered if everyone else was dragged here in the same manner he was.

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notalighieri January 27 2011, 09:34:16 UTC
"Fairy tale forest from hell." He replied in the same tone as if explaining the weather, and continued walking. "Likes to kidnap people from anywhere for fuck knows why. I suppose a congrats and a welcome to the involuntarily camp school of magic forest survival is in order."

He contemplated cracking a joke about the Bermuda triangle but as there was no knowing if this new guy even knew what Bermuda was, he supposed it'd be useless. At least Bermuda was supposed to have better weather, though. Damn forest.

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stolethename January 27 2011, 20:54:47 UTC
"Please don't tell me there is ...faeries here." Jack mentally cursed at the thought. Every time with the faeries. He couldn't really ever escape them. He amused himself in that this was his only real concern. Survival wasn't an issue for him (as far as he could tell), but he knew faeries could make someone's life a complete hell.

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breakmychest January 27 2011, 15:35:44 UTC
Spike was walking around outside the Barracks, mostly because he could. He hated being trapped here, away from where he needed to be, and he hated being so surrounded by magical fairies. But he liked walking in the sunshine. It was almost like being human.

When he heard someone shouting, he switched directions and started walking towards him. He hoped it was someone in danger or something. He could use a fight. But with his luck, it'd probably be someone new to the Wood who'd want all sorts of information and help.

Either way, he'd go.

"Hello?" he called back.

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stolethename January 27 2011, 20:52:03 UTC
A voice -- Jack paused for a moment, caught the direction it was coming from, and moved towards it. It was the only smart thing to do in his head, of course.

"Hello," he shouted. Jack certainly was among the thought of being new and needing help. Well, the sort of help he really needed was his location. He wasn't much for actually needing much beyond where he was.

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breakmychest January 27 2011, 22:48:57 UTC
Great, he sounded more lost than scared. Oh well, being good meant helping even when it wasn't fun. He heads towards the voice, stopping when he comes in sight of an unfamiliar man.

"You the one who's been shouting?"

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stolethename January 28 2011, 01:11:06 UTC
Jack's first instinct was to quirk an eyebrow at the familiar face and he wanted to march over and punch him. He knew he would feel better hitting someone (anyone), but John was a good choice. And this face sure matched John's. But he stopped himself from doing it, be logical first and aggressive later.

"John?" he looked less than amused.

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