hawkeyowa: (At least wait until my eyes are closed.)
[After this took place, Jack managed to quite literally drag himself back to his room. Once he got back, all he got around to doing was wrapping his horribly mangled hand in a few layers of toilet paper before collapsing on his bed and waiting until he felt well enough to put himself back together better than he initially could.

He's a bloody mess and smells of blood and vomit, which is all over him. His mental state is flickering violently and the loss of blood is causing some pretty nasty hallucinations. Quite plainly, he's a wreck. Good luck to anyone who finds him. :(
hawkeyowa: (Eh that's how it goes.)
[It's been one hundred and sixty-three years to the day that Jack obtained statehood. One hundred and sixty-two years prior, he hardly guessed he would get this far. Of course, he hasn't celebrated it every year, and he doesn't know if being in HQ for this one makes it any different. After all, he figured that if a cupcake costs an average $1.99 at a grocery store (plus sales tax, but he'll round it to $2.00 even), he would have wasted $326 in the past one hundred and sixty-three years on cupcakes. Thus, he finds it a little bit useless to celebrate.

Even if he thinks that way, he managed to find a cupcake on his end table this morning with a lovely little note from HQ wishing him a happy one hundred sixty third, and hopefully another one hundred and sixty-three to come. Obviously, he can't waste a perfectly good cupcake.

So yes, Happy Birthday, Jack. :)
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? )
hawkeyowa: (I'd rather watch paint dry.)
[Oh, such boredom to be experienced today. It's just been one of those days where there's nothing better to do than sit around in your pajamas and do close to nothing (unless naps count for any productivity points). Seeking to at least get some work in today, he grabs a pen and paper and does...stuff.]

Sweat it out, shut your mouth, free love on the streets )
hawkeyowa: (Happy)
Finding himself bored again, Jack has done yet another meme to pass the time seeing as how all the work outside is done and it's just going to be a blazing inferno outside today. So what better to do than fill out random, mostly useless things that may or may not melt your brain! All while having a ferret sleep over one shoulder and wake up only to sneeze on you. Ah yes, what better life can there be?

The cut hides my shame )
hawkeyowa: (OMGWTFBBQ)
Jack walks to his room, holding the cupcake he got from the tray. It's a vanilla cupcake with electric blue frosting (it looked awesome) and it sure as hell smells good. Once in the safety of his room, Jack happily stuffs it in his mouth without a second thought.

"It was really nice of HQ to give out cupcakes. I thought they were all crazy but this seems normal enough."

Oh Jack, if only you knew. For the cupcake consumed contains the super power of endless energy. One may think it would be good for an Iowan, unless you can't stop.

Once the cupcake is completely consumed, Jack sits there, leaning back in his chair and sighing with relief. Until he feels a shudder go through him, and then another. Suddenly, he has the weird urge to run a few miles. How weird...


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February 2011

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