Jack ❝ Wynand ❞ (Ryan) (
wouldnotkindly) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-06-13 04:03 pm
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☞ 016. (video)
[The video starts with some serious jostling around, but it soon straightens out and Jack's face comes into view.]
Is this... This is the City, right?
[He looks disoriented, perhaps more so than could normally be expected from those freshly returned to the City, but that's hardly the most notable thing about his appearance. There's a massive bruise on the left side of his face that stretches from his jaw to the corner of his lip, which itself is split, swollen, and bloodied; there are other spots and spatters of blood on his face, but from the lack of any other visible wounds, there's no telling if it's his own. He also looks as though he hasn't slept in far too long, but the bags under his eyes are nothing compared to the rest of his face.]
This place is really what I think it is? Not just... [He swallows, glances down for a moment, and his expression hardens.] This isn't just Fontaine fucking with me again, putting more shit in my head? Or... [His eyes squeeze shut.] I don't know. I don't remember. I can't remember.
[After a pause, he opens his eyes again, trying not to look too distressed.]
Does anyone know where I live?
Is this... This is the City, right?
[He looks disoriented, perhaps more so than could normally be expected from those freshly returned to the City, but that's hardly the most notable thing about his appearance. There's a massive bruise on the left side of his face that stretches from his jaw to the corner of his lip, which itself is split, swollen, and bloodied; there are other spots and spatters of blood on his face, but from the lack of any other visible wounds, there's no telling if it's his own. He also looks as though he hasn't slept in far too long, but the bags under his eyes are nothing compared to the rest of his face.]
This place is really what I think it is? Not just... [He swallows, glances down for a moment, and his expression hardens.] This isn't just Fontaine fucking with me again, putting more shit in my head? Or... [His eyes squeeze shut.] I don't know. I don't remember. I can't remember.
[After a pause, he opens his eyes again, trying not to look too distressed.]
Does anyone know where I live?

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I went home. [The word home comes out automatically, giving his stomach a bit of a lurch once he realizes it.] Back to Rapture.
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Where are you?
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Anyway, it takes another moment for him to regain enough of his bearings to answer.]
The fountain.
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[He could say that, at least from what he's heard of this place, it's normal for people to leave and come back with temporary holes in their memory. But it's less that and more that he's returned with little reason to trust his memory in the first place.]
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Jack?
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[ And Eames does know where he lives... ]
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[Though he doesn't sound entirely convinced by it. He doesn't know yet what it might take to believe that this isn't something done by Fontaine — or, hell, maybe even Tenenbaum — but he does know he's not nearly there yet.]
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I... I went home. [He drags a hand over his face, wincing when he hits his lip.] To Rapture.
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No. I don't think so. [Not much of it, at least.]
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[ Another pause. ]
... Did you go back?
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Yeah... Yeah. I did.
[Ariadne, of all people in this City, doesn't need to know about what happened to him — any of it. Even if she asks, he's not sure if he could tell her the truth.]
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[ Because she knows how much he wants to get out, to go back to the surface. ]
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[But something in his tone suggests that he isn't entirely certain if that yet will ever come.]
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sorry for the backtag >.>
no worries!
[It's the most honest answer he can give her right now. He is better now than he would have been if he were still in Rapture...but is that really saying much? Is it really better at all, being out of the only place he could honestly call home?]
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[At least that much is a totally honest answer. But he isn't sure whether he can even begin to express just how bad a thing that really is.]
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You, uh... Do you remember where I live?
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