week six - thursday
Jul. 14th, 2016 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
refactor[ All things considered, this week hasn't been too bad for Jack. Not that he'd really expected it to be, since, well, what did he truly have to fear? His dreams were all of those questions he kept pushing off, of whether he was Handsome Jack or he was just a digital copy, but that's where those truths of his come in handy. Sure, returning to that ghostly form would totally suck (to say the least), but what did he have to worry about? He's Handsome Jack. The longer he has this body, the more certain of that he is.
Though of course, that's not the case for everyone else.
Even so, it's not quite something Jack is thinking of when there's a knock at his door. It's Rhys, so he's not exactly worried here. He takes off the glasses he'd been wearing and sets them on his desk, but after that, he opens the door to greet Rhys with a wry smile. ]
Listen cupcake, gotta say it for the both of us. The cuddling thing? Totally a one-off because we were handcuffed together.
[ because obviously that's why Rhys is here ]
Though of course, that's not the case for everyone else.
Even so, it's not quite something Jack is thinking of when there's a knock at his door. It's Rhys, so he's not exactly worried here. He takes off the glasses he'd been wearing and sets them on his desk, but after that, he opens the door to greet Rhys with a wry smile. ]
Listen cupcake, gotta say it for the both of us. The cuddling thing? Totally a one-off because we were handcuffed together.
[ because obviously that's why Rhys is here ]
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Date: 2016-08-29 12:56 am (UTC)[ Jack yells out in pain once he hits the ground, since that knife stabbing deeper into his side isn't exactly pleasant. His heart is pounding in his ears, and though he tries to scramble back, the way Rhys lands on top of him makes that difficult. There's pain shooting through his side, and he can feel it as blood oozes out. On Pandora, this wasn't anything to worry about too much, because there was always a health kit not far away, but here? Here, he doesn't have that kind of security.
He's breathing hard from how he's high off adrenaline, but also just from how each breath sends another sharp bolt of pain through his side. But Jack is nothing if not relentless, so as Rhys's hand presses down on his chest, Jack's hand balls up into a fist and he bangs it against the desk. He's trying to get that bottle of liquor to fall, since if he can get his hands on that, he'll have another weapon here. He's at a disadvantage, and with the stab wound in his side and Rhys's weight on his chest, he can't reverse their positions here so that he can strangle the life out of Rhys.
Though as Rhys's fingers pry at his face, Jack just laughs. It's manic and vicious, because really, he's afraid. To Jack, he feels like he's fighting for his life here, so there's another bang against the desk just hoping for it to fall. ]
This— This what it was about the whole time, kiddo? Not quite- Haha, not quite stabbing me in the back, but you're damn close!
[ The bottle barely moves, so instead Jack grabs Rhys's metallic arm, trying to apply an opposite force at the joint of his elbow to try and break it. He knows he probably won't be successful, but he only needs a slight bit of luck, and maybe... ]
So- So, tell me! How does it feel, Rhysie?