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May 30, 2010 20:54

[The screaming, the growing paranoia, the inability to leave... it's just like Rapture again. Just add a few drops of water and rusting metal all about, bloody bits on the walls and the whispering, whispering of insanity and you have the city in a bottle, as it were. So of course, this affects our dear Mister Sinclair, bringing back some serious, ( Read more... )

death wangst, violence is bred of cruelty, +eway, +video, eway: sofia lamb, +event, damn that lamb, just like home, eway: allen, ohgodsofialamb, eway: jack

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[action of Jack is always bothering Sinclair, isn't he] kindly_done May 31 2010, 03:05:46 UTC
[Jack hasn't even seen the feed--he was already on his way. He's doing his rounds, as it were, checking on all his acquaintances in the mansion and making sure they're safe. So far no one seems to be hurt, only shaken, but there's one he hasn't heard from, and more worryingly, he hasn't been able to get ahold of Sinclair on his communicator.

He slams on the door three times, hard, with his fist.]

Mister Sinclair, are you here?

[Sinclair might note an unusual tension in his voice, and a blue-white glow flickering under the door.]

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[action of psh as if Sinclair adores him] worldentire May 31 2010, 04:05:30 UTC
[The knocks make him jolt, just slightly, but beyond that he doesn't move. At all. He doesn't even process the fact that it's Jack's voice and not a Splicer's or, say, Sofia Lamb.]

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[action of well, he'd never admit it, anyway] kindly_done May 31 2010, 04:08:58 UTC
[Jack forces himself to count to ten before speaking again. He has to force his voice out past the terror.]

If you don't answer, I'm coming in.

[And hoping to god Sinclair doesn't shoot him on sight.]

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[action of what do you expect? he doesn't care for anyone *wigglyfingers*] worldentire May 31 2010, 04:12:07 UTC
[Still nothing. He doesn't move at all. He's just staring, and staring, and staring. Why won't the little sister stop...?]

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[action of no one beliiiieeeeves you] kindly_done May 31 2010, 04:16:25 UTC
[Jack is about to just kick down the door when he pauses to have a coherent thought--a fairly rare thing under these circumstances. He tries the knob.

Open.

He sidles in, watchful, cautious, and armed to the teeth: his wrench is in his belt, there's a revolver at his waist, and slung over one arm is his shotgun. His left arm glows white-hot with Electrobolt.]

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[action of THEY SHULD /sob] worldentire May 31 2010, 04:19:54 UTC
[Nothing out of the older man.]

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[action] kindly_done May 31 2010, 04:27:07 UTC
[Jack stares for a moment, then carefully props the shotgun against a wall, watching Sinclair with every move. The apparent lack of survival instinct is much more alarming to Jack than anything else he might have done.

Carefully, ever so carefully, he moves to the bed, sits down beside Sinclair, and lays a light hand on his arm.

He looks odd himself, the usually soft curves of his face turned set and firm, his eyes hard; he looks more like Andrew Ryan now, with his eyebrows drawn in, his mouth set in a harsh line. There's something in his brain to suppress fear, to turn it to steely determination, though it still lurks there underneath.]

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[action forever] worldentire May 31 2010, 04:30:06 UTC
[He jumps, just slightly, at the touch, and full-on fear breaks out across his face - he jumps again, scooting away, suddenly desperate.] N-no! [For a second he stares at Jack, and the fear breaks down for a second.] ... Jack?

[He leans over, shaking heavily, and whispers.] W-we've gotta get out've here.

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[DAT SURVIVAL INSTINCT] kindly_done May 31 2010, 04:34:56 UTC
Just me.

[He holds his hands up in the universal gesture of 'I'm not a threat,' but don't think he isn't poised to strike, should Sinclair become unpredictable or violent. Jack plans, at the very least, to get himself out of this alive.]

There's no way out. I've checked.

[He barely restrains himself from saying 'we're trapped,' which surely wouldn't help with the panic.]

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[OH HIM] [OH US] worldentire May 31 2010, 04:38:22 UTC
[For a bit Sinclair stares at him, breathing hard.] I-I can't stay here, I can't have her pokin' in my brain again - just what it feels like, just what it was -- [A little broken sob and he turns away, staring at the wall again but at least moving.] I- just - if we're trapped here what's gonna stop her, I can't... Jack, I just can't be here, I gotta get out... [It's like he can't stop.]

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[Hackneyed explanation for silence of protag is GO] kindly_done May 31 2010, 04:44:40 UTC
[Jack stares at him. He's having the opposite problem--through the fear, through the constant reel of 'just get out of here alive', it's become extremely difficult to force words out. And this, too, is familiar. He remembers how, on the surface, his voice came out cracked, almost not his own, and a sudden anxiety surges up that when this is over it will be the same, he won't sound like himself, he'll be a stranger to himself again. So he makes himself answer, reaching for Sinclair's arm again.]

Take a deep breath. She's not going to touch you.

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[hiyah!] worldentire May 31 2010, 04:49:10 UTC
[He's on the very edge of a total breakdown - something that'd been happening for days. He twitches at Jack's touch but doesn't look over.] She's been sneakin' in my room, usin' her voice t'control me, usin' her sway just because she knows it's killin' me, and I can't stop myself from tellin' her 'yes, miss, anythin', miss' and it's just... What's t'stop her, Jack? What's t'stop her from takin' all of it, from breakin' me down again, a-and- [another broken sob.]

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[BWUH?] kindly_done May 31 2010, 04:56:11 UTC
[More blank staring. Jack doesn't know what to tell him. There's nothing he can do, no bottle of antidote he can go find for this, and nothing he can say to make it less frightening.

It doesn't even occur to him that the same comfort he offers his girls might be beneath Sinclair's dignity. He leans in and carefully puts his arms around the older man.]

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[daww they're so cute. Too bad Sinclair won't admit to this. also, sorry it's so overdramatic. >.>'] worldentire May 31 2010, 05:01:00 UTC
[He freezes in Jack's grasp, and panics silently for a moment before going completely slack. He starts to sob, brokenly, desperately, the terrified breakdown of a weakened man.]

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kindly_done May 31 2010, 05:11:33 UTC
[Jack blinks numbly, his usual curious wonderings--is this something grown people are supposed to do? He's woken from his nightmares a time or two with his face wet, but he's never seen anyone but a child cry quite like this--masked under the suffocating blanket of the fear.

Finally, his arms tighten. To hold someone is something he knows how to do, and so he'll do it.]

Shh.

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worldentire May 31 2010, 05:19:45 UTC
[This isn't normal, but Sinclair doesn't care. He huddles against Jack for long enough to finish sobbing, and begins to shake heavily again.] ... y... Y-you don't need t- t'stay here, son... I-I'll be fine. [He sits up slowly, doesn't look at him again.]

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