hawkeyowa: (stfu i'm beautiful)
[It's not hard to tell that things have gotten tense in the Midwest, starting with protests in Wisconsin, and now coming to protests in Iowa. In lieu of it, Jack has decided to take as much of the edge off as he can, in the form of bundling himself up and toting a sled up the highest hill in town, Mitch loyally at his side and far too excited for his own good.

Yes, the hill is a bit daunting, and he'll probably end up with his fair share of bruises and humiliation by nightfall, but it should be worth it in the end. One he gets to the top, he poses momentarily like a king about to take on an opposing kingdom. He is Macduff, ready to teach Macbeth a lesson. He is William Wallace sans face paint and kilt, replaced with a beanie and jeans. He is Napoleon, Alexander, and Caesar all in one tall, skinny, farm boy form. He has his mighty companion barking and rolling in the snow at his side. This hill is his battlefield, his Tannenburg and Hastings and Antietam all in one.

As he finally sits on his sled and pushes, he flies down the hill with a mighty screech of questionable masculinity battle cry, his dog running after him and barking happily.
]
hawkeyowa: (this is so awkward)
[Back home, Iowa, like most states in the 2,500 mile snowstorm line, have been completely thrashed by waves upon waves of blinding snow. Sure, this winter has been harsh, and the Plains states tend to get plenty of snow, but this is particularly bad. Iowa already had to report that every major highway had ice and snow on it. Snowfall records are almost record-beating.

Of course, this leaves Jack freezing, burrowed in his house, and specifically burrowed under a pile of fleece blankets with his space heater cranked up. Mitch is curled on his couch next to him, and for all anyone knows, Maddie is also burrowed in the blankets, but it's much more difficult to spot her.

Though, one look around his house and it's pretty clear he was preparing for this. There's soup packets and boxes of any number of cracker-related things everywhere, along with another mass of blankets and pillows, and an endless supply of movies he dug up. Unfortunately, all he has to drink is Spring Grove and Olde Main, in which he's chosen the latter to drink. While the weather around town might not be as godawful as the weather back home, Jack is sure acting like it.
]
hawkeyowa: (dear god put your clothes on)
[So it's nighttime, sure. However, that hasn't stopped the seemingly raging inferno HQ decided to be, nor has it stopped Jack's room from being just as hot. One thing he seems to do when it gets like this is wear just some boxers (and a t-shirt for the sake of decency, since he's not home) and lay in random positions around his room, like that will somehow help. He's even attempted to make a paper fan out of some newspaper, but that's not helping much either.

In his current state, he's flipped upside-down on his couch with his legs propped up on the back of it, fanning himself with incredibly limited success. His dog is in the corner, on his back as well and panting. Maddie, however, being the 103-degrees-on-average creature that she is, is happily crawling all over her owner's legs, kind of looking like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi after killing a snake--that is to say, proud of herself. However, Jack notices the little furball o' warmth crawling on him and puts his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.
]

Maddie, you're like a goddamn torch with fur. Get outta here.

[As expected, limited success. So feel free to bother Jack, agonize with him, or just ask him why he's upside-down in his underwear. It's all good.]


[ooc: Got my Jack-muse back and revamped his personality a tad. :) ]
hawkeyowa: (I don't think you wanna screw with me.)
[So Jack honestly thought it was all over. He really did. He thought that after everything with Gabe was all said and done, his other half--Hyde, that's the sick bastard's name--would be long gone and shut up for a long time.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

Some people have a tendency to plan revenge when they've been wronged. It's even been said to 'beware the quiet ones'. How he managed to convince himself that the very thing that dogged him since he was a child could have ever left over something as simple as a fight is really beyond comprehension. No, suppressing Hyde was like caging a wild tiger. He would remain caged but as soon as he got the chance, he would get out. And that's precisely what he's been planning. He's been watching and monitoring every change in Jack's thought, preparing for when he was mentally at his weakest.

It took a good amount of time. There was a lot of waiting and thinking. He knew he wouldn't go on a rampage, since Hyde as always told himself that he's a classy sort, and not one to go into a mindless sort of havoc without rhyme or reason. After all, why waste the effort on finding the prey if the prey comes to you? The bait was already set, unknowingly by Hyde's own doing. The bait itself? Jack's injuries. They healed up well so far, since Jack is certainly beyond human. However, Jack does have friends, as much as Hyde despises the idea. Friends check on others when they've been injured, don't they? Then someone would come along eventually, asking Jack if he was okay, and if he needed anything. Hyde was anticipating this.

When it happened, he would act. One aspect of Hyde is that he's a fantastic actor. Playing as Jack is his forte and his most refined performance. It would go on that way, with light and regular conversation. Then, when his prey wasn't expecting it, he would quit the act and shatter his mask for the moment. It's revenge, he believes. It's revenge on Jack for using him like a shield, for pushing him back when really he wanted to be equal with him, and for treating him like a caged monster. It's also revenge on others that he's contemplating. After all, Iowa has never started a war. Iowa has never asked for political things without someone moving first. Iowa has never made up its own weather. It's always someone else.

Now he sits in Jack's room, sprawling out languidly on his couch, admiring the plaster swirls in the ceiling. It's taken a lot to get Jack into Hyde's former position of being pushed back and caged up. The effort wore him out for the moment, and he's taken the moment to relax and wait.
]
hawkeyowa: (Peace-love and all that business.)
[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.
hawkeyowa: (At least wait until my eyes are closed.)
warnings: ANGSTANGSTANGSTANGSTDEATHANGST

I was in an angsty mood, I guess? :c

it couldn't wash the echoes out )
hawkeyowa: (You're something else entirely.)
[It's been a few months since Mitch and Maddie went missing, along with Lou's dog, Jake. Luckily, all animals returned to their respective owners, except Jake had a bit more than just herself when she got back. Without too much explanation otherwise, the results of that fateful two or so months, plus an extra two months dealing with squeakily-barking, non-potty trained, and teething puppies, Jack and Lou are sitting around with a crib-pen type-thing and a sign hanging off the side of it.]



Awww, wook at his widdle face! How could you resist? )

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