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009: 'scuse me while I kiss the sky
[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.
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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Wish dad would let me legalize that stuff. I keep tellin' him it's good for you.
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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.
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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.
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Jack? How're ya healin' up?
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Pretty good, thanks ta you. Just a little sore still.
Anyway, how are you? Ya don't sound so good.
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'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'.
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Tha's good... d'ya need some help with it?
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Tha's good... bu' some heat migh' help.
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W-well tha's... tha's good ta hear.
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W-well tha'll be good at least.
Mind if I cut in?
ooc: I did it like this so you guys can keep talking while I'm away.
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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
2/2
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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?
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Ya'd think so, wouldn't ya?
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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.
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Ah... Just an accident.
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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'?
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I ran into someone who wasn't too fond of me.
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[ 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?!
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I don't...know?
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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?!
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About as tall as you. Dark hair. Sorta blue-green eyes. Had a bowie knife.
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Well, that shouldn't be too hard to find, would it? ]
That bastard who did that to ya is gonna pay...
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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?
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Ah, yeah. Way better. [] What's that? []
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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.]
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Thanks. That's really nice of ya.