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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[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...