009: 'scuse me while I kiss the sky

[hawkeyowa]

[Sore. Still sore. Jack has healed up mostly, save for a persisting soreness in his hand where the scarring from the stitching is a fresh, glossy pink and sometimes, if he moves his head wrong, the base of his skull and his neck hurt. However, he knows the meaning of exercising his wounds and has been doing a few head rolls every hour and flexing his hand, no matter how much it seemed to sting.

So perhaps this has been one of those moments of 'what timing!' when he gets this news. He knows he shouldn't be surprised, since the issue has been going all around his government for years now. But it does surprise him without fail. Part of him is saying 'how did I get away with this?' and another part of him is saying 'this is awesome!'. It feels strange, like a half of an effort where so many other places around him take so much time trying to make things like this happen.

However, this is a pretty good victory. In a few short pushes, the drug should be fully legal in no time at all. So while leaning back on his bed, laptop humming away on his lap, he looks over the article again, a crooked sort of amused smile on his face.]

Hah. Sounds good to me.

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[gateway2thewest.livejournal.com]

[ Looming over him, reading along with rather miffed look on her face. Luckily her bad attitude has nothing to do with anything he's done though. She just happen to get her own bit of news (http://www.forbes.com/2010/02/11/americas-most-miserable-cities-business-beltway-miserable-cities_slide_8.html) today. ]

Wish dad would let me legalize that stuff. I keep tellin' him it's good for you.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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I think I'm not half as happy as Iowa City must be. He's more the type to like somethin' like this.

[gateway2thewest.livejournal.com]

Dad wanted to come see you. He's busy with the... [ She makes a expression like she just stuck her face in a dirty diaper and says the next bit like it's a dirty word. Is it any wonder why she's number seven on that list? :| ] ...baby, so he sent me over to get a status report on how you're doin'.

Way he told it, it sounded like you were on your last legs or something. [She bends down to get a closer look at him. All parts seem to be there and in working order. ] Ya don't look too bad to me though.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Aw, I'm fine. Better than I was. [] This was the worst of the damage.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

His voice is still hoarse, from Moscow's treatment of his neck and his screaming, but in need of distraction, he goes to check in on Jack.
Jack? How're ya healin' up?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Pretty good, thanks ta you. Just a little sore still.

Anyway, how are you? Ya don't sound so good.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He nods weakly.
'm... alrigh'. A-ah'll be alrigh'. He shakes his head, clearing it as he makes his way across the room and takes the hand, examining it.
Looks good darlin'.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Feels better, too. My neck just cramps up sometimes.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He nods, releasing the hand.
Tha's good... d'ya need some help with it?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Nah, not much you can do. I think it's just one of those slow healing kind of deals. [] It was worse a few weeks ago, believe me.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He nods.
Tha's good... bu' some heat migh' help.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Hmm, maybe. But there's been one good thing from it all? [] He's shut up ever since.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He smiled weakly.
W-well tha's... tha's good ta hear.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Or not to hear. He was... [] Ah, well, I'm just glad for somethin' like that. Now I just need for all this to heal up and I'll be back to my old self.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He nods.
W-well tha'll be good at least.

Mind if I cut in?

[brownthrush.livejournal.com]

Natasha is wondering past and spots her cousin "Will do you have-" and Jack "- Well hello there! Willy why don't you introduce me to yo little friend?" she says combing her fingers though her hair.

ooc: I did it like this so you guys can keep talking while I'm away.

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ Gabe has slowly been becoming a social animal again, from the reclusive state he has been in for the past few months.

With bandages on his head, he glances into the room Jack is in. Curious as ever, yeah he keeps falling out of his chair and getting owned in it. He needs those bandages, trust me. ]

... What sounds good?

1/2

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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2/2

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Uh, legalizin' medical marijuana. []

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ He blinks, Jack was beaten up too. What is with people getting into fights? Vince is beaten up, Will is beaten, up, now Jack is beaten up too.

He tilts his head as he tries to make eye contact to the best of his ability - he finds that rude that nobody looks at him when they talk to him. ] Did ya legalize it 'cause ya were in pain?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Ya'd think so, wouldn't ya?

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ He's still trying to make eye contact, he's really stupid in that sense. Completely unlike himself - wide eyed, naive, the nasal accent strong in his voice, including odd pronuncations in words. That of a Wisconsinite, where as before he tried to make everything clear. ]

Yeah... Maybe. I 'unno, Madison likes the stuff. Heard Shawano likes growin' it out in the woods though... Over 8,000 wild marijuana plants!

[ He realizes he was rambling, and tries to look at him again. ] How did ya get in that condition anyway? Looks like someone ran over yer head.

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Ah... Just an accident.

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ Continues to look at him over, how curious. There's no noise going on his head, not even a headache -- only a long pause like he's spacing out for a few seconds before he speaks. ]

An accident? What did ya do? Yer hand looks pretty bad too - did ya find a room where ya can farm and stick yer hand in a combine or somethin'?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

I... []

I ran into someone who wasn't too fond of me.

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

... Huh? Who? What they do to ya?

[ He furrowed his brows. He means business. ] What did ya ever do to anyone to deserve gettin' beaten up like that?! Whoever did that is an asshole! Ya barely do anythin' to offend anyone and they fuckin' beat ya up?!

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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I don't...know?

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ However, Gabe on the otherhand does not notice Jack's uneasiness but is instead indignant about the subject. ]

Well whoever the hell did that sure was... Well they were assholes! Can ya tell me at least what the hell they looked like to get ya into this condition?!

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

Um. []

About as tall as you. Dark hair. Sorta blue-green eyes. Had a bowie knife.

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ His first reaction was Michigan - and then wait. Michigan was taller. While they looked similar...

Well, that shouldn't be too hard to find, would it? ]

That bastard who did that to ya is gonna pay...

[hoosier-state.livejournal.com]

[He has no idea how to approach you anymore. If what you said is true, will you turn into your 'other self'? Will you attack people? Do you need a straitjacket? Or are you making things up? Even if you are, that gives him no right to scream at an injured man.

So, approaching with extreme caution, he's brought you some corn pudding and grilled chicken (he knows how much you iowans love to grill things, cough).]

Hey, are you feeling better?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Ah, yeah. Way better. [] What's that? []

[hoosier-state.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, we're not discussing that. Go go go, Midwestern repression and offerings of food to cure all ills!]

Corn and chicken. It's good for you. [He's glad you can at least feed yourself now. That must have been humbling for you.]

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Thanks. That's really nice of ya.