16 April 2013 @ 07:43 pm
This happened last year too didnt it ?
The pictures i mean

If anyone finds a picture with me in it could you please let me know
I would like to have it
I think

( OOC: Jack's pictures that are up for grabs can be found over here, though his face is only visible in two of them. still, feel free to mention any of them to him! )
16 April 2013 @ 07:43 pm
[When the feed clicks on, it shows . . . a pair of jaws adamantly chewing at the camera lens. They retreat after a moment, revealing the owner to be a small black dragon, evidently one of those left over from the infestation a few weeks ago; it cocks its head, scratches at the camera lens, and then resumes chewing on it.

After about a minute of this, though, it's interrupted by a noise: a loud, low rumbling sound reminiscent of the bellow of a whale. The dragon's head jerks back at once, looking somewhere beyond the camera, and it makes a high-pitched trilling noise in response before it tries to chew on the camera again. Before it can do much more damage, however, the device is lifted up and away, and the feed clicks off.

A short time later, a text post follows:]

Sorry about that, if anyone saw
I dont know how he got a hold of this thing
1 wrench, $25
4 first aid kits, $60
3 EVE hypos, $75
1 pistol, $100
36 pistol rounds, $150
This is all thats left of what i brought from home
I dont know what anything else here might be worth
In terms of money i mean
But thats all
02 April 2013 @ 12:12 am
If anybody is still having trouble with dragons then i can probably help
Ive never really fought a dragon before but i have fought things that were just as strong
And i can use fire and lightning and all of that just the same

But first of all:

If anybody knows how to make them small again I need your help
I need to keep this one

27 March 2013 @ 07:59 pm
[The video feed is short, but direct: it shows an egg, much like any of the others that have been popping up around the city, resting on a table indoors. The shell is a dark, speckled black ringed with dull brownish spots.]

Hello everyone
What exactly are these things ?
A lot of people have been saying they are eggs but this doesnt look like any egg ive ever seen
Does anyone know whats inside them ?
16 February 2013 @ 12:45 pm
If anyone see's an irish man who calls himself Atlas
Or a man named Frank fontaine
Let me know ASAP

[Jack has seen this enough times before to know there's a chance of his appearance here, however slim it may be. In the meantime, though, he's going to go about his daily business.]

( OOC: absolutely open to all fourth-wall harassment, action or network replies or whatever, and feel free to run into him wherever! )
24 January 2013 @ 04:33 pm
[Without his voice, Jack isn't sure exactly how to start off this message. But he has to start somewhere.]

Hello everyone, my name is Jack and i need a job
I don't have many skills but im pretty strong and i can do heavy labor if that is necessary
I have some powers too and i can use guns pretty well but i would rather not use those if it can be helped
The last time i was here i worked as a bartender at The blue light, so i have some experience there
I dont really care what kind of job it is as long as i get paid and i can start as soon as possible

[He pauses, not sure if he should really add this next part. Just in case, though...]

Also i cant speak at all
So if the job requires any talking at all, im probably not the right guy for it
15 December 2012 @ 09:52 pm
[At first, the only sound is a loud, heavy breathing. Then comes a deep, low groan, a huffed breath, and the noises of someone quickly fumbling with the device before it shuts off entirely.

A few minutes later, a text post appears on the network:]


This is the city right ?

Can someone please bring me a coat its very cold out here and i landed in the fountain again

Thank you

[Meanwhile, anyone passing by the fountain might notice a large man in a sweater and jeans ensemble — bruised, bloodied, and soaked head to foot — and trying to figure out what to do with what looks like pieces of an old-timey diving suit. Be careful about getting too close, though, as a thick, briny stench surrounds him.]
27 September 2012 @ 09:12 pm
"Whereas both parties have been represented by independent counsel of their own choosing..." "The parties agree that neither shall contest the validity or provisions of any will, account, trust agreement, or..." "In the event of separation or divorce..." Wait, really?

[Jack makes an exasperated noise.] Turlough, is this really necessary? Why do we have to sign a contract just to get married?
18 September 2012 @ 01:37 pm
Somehow I feel like I got the worst of the bunch.

( OOC: open to action! for those who run into him at the Blue Light or elsewhere about town, his shirt reads as follows -- "I WAS MIND-CONTROLLED INTO MURDERING MY FATHER WITH A GOLF CLUB AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT". )
08 September 2012 @ 02:45 pm
H...hello? [The face that peers into the camera is that of a small boy, one who looks very confused and at least a little frightened.] Papa Suchong? Mama Tenenbaum?

[He looks around, as if watching for someone to come by, but he's alone. And then he looks even more frightened.]

I don't know where I am but I'm not supposed to be here and if I don't get back to where I am supposed to be then Mr. Fontaine is gonna be real mad. [It all comes out in one breath, and he stops to look around again before he continues.] And I don't know why it's so bright outside the window or why I can't see the ocean anywhere but it's scary and I shouldn't be here and — and... [By now, he looks totally distressed.] Can someone come get me? Please? I don't wanna get in trouble with Papa Suchong or Mr. Fontaine.
01 September 2012 @ 02:26 pm
So... Today is supposed to be my birthday. That's what it says on my passport, anyway... That's what I believed for the past couple of years. Now, though...

[He looks uneasy, as though he's not really sure why he started this message in the first place.] Now, I don't know what to believe. I don't know if this is the day I was actually born, or how I was born, or if I even have a real birthday at all... I don't even know how old I'm supposed to be. So, I guess... I don't how to feel about this day anymore. I don't know if I should even care about it, much less do anything for it.

[He starts to say something else, then pauses, rubs the back of his neck and gives the camera a weak smile.]

Any suggestions?
15 August 2012 @ 04:05 pm
Uh, so... I get that there's a curse going on today, but. Uh.

[Jack is way too flustered over this.]

If anybody feels like kissing me — uh, especially while I'm at the bar... Could you maybe, uh. Warn me first? Please?

( ooc: Jack is tending bar today, so open action at the Blue Light, or out on the streets if that's your fancy! give him all the victory smooches. )
13 August 2012 @ 02:03 pm
If anyone ever catches me talking like I did this weekend — seriously, if I ever sound like that again...

[He sighs.] Just shoot me or something. I mean it, I'm not kidding. Please.
11 August 2012 @ 11:30 am
[For those who know him, Jack is looking somewhat unrecognizable again today. Instead of his usual sweater-and-jeans ensemble, he's dressed to the nines in a three-piece suit, and while the jacket is currently draped over the back of a chair, it altogether seems to fit his broad frame maybe a little too well. He looks more interested in the lit cigarette in his hand when the video begins, but by the time he starts to speak, he makes direct eye contact with the camera, his stare more self-assured than perhaps it's ever been.]

The great chain of industry cannot be pulled wantonly by any one man... It does not bend to any higher authority, whether that of the government or any god, but can only be moved by each man struggling in his own endeavors, free of and unfettered by any regulation that would aim to hold him back.

[By this point, if it weren't for his face and voice, his only recognizable characteristic would be the chain link tattoos on his wrists, visible past his rolled-up shirtsleeves. He pauses to take a drag off his cigarette, and gestures with it as he continues.] Or so it should be, at least in a city of this scale. Even in a world far removed from my own — not just my own, but your own, whatever worlds each and every one of us has been stolen away from — the metaphorical hand of the authoritative elite strangles us just as tightly.

But I see no reason why this should keep any one of us from taking action — from pursuing our own ideals in the face of those who seek to keep us in misery. I notice a number of you who already do just this, and I commend you for it, but why not all of us? Should the threat of a curse or the dangling hope of returning home prevent us from striving for innovation, for fortune, for the absolute pinnacle of what we as people can be? Or should we be content to lead our lives as the deities see fit?

[He leans back a bit, giving a soft sigh.] This City cannot compare to my Rapture... In size, maybe, but never in beauty or grandeur. I'm sure many of you would rather return to your own homes, as well. But there's simply no reason why we shouldn't make the best of this place while we're still here.

[He pauses again, and for a moment, the expression on his face flickers with a lapse of his earlier confidence. But it's quickly gone, and he takes a final drag off the cigarette before he stamps it out and speaks it again.]

Turlough, milyj moj. We are still on for tonight, yes? I'm still hoping to make up for last time.

( ooc: as was mentioned over on the plotting post, Jack is currently afflicted by The Years That Never Were and believes himself to have been raised by Andrew Ryan. so basically, he's become mister junior objectivist entrepreneur! whoops. )
28 July 2012 @ 04:13 pm
[Jack's sweater-and-jeans ensemble did well enough to keep out the chill of the Atlantic back home, but now it looks as though it's not faring so well against the heavy snowfall, not with the way he's shivering on camera. Of course, that's not exactly the most noticeable thing about him right now; that would be his left hand, just in view of the camera, scorched and charred and glowing red along his veins and at his fingertips. He doesn't seem to notice it, nor does he seem to be in any pain from it, even with the heat shimmering from his obviously burnt flesh.

But he doesn't seem to even notice that his camera is on in the first place, as he isn't looking anywhere near the device when he speaks.]

You know, I miss the water balloon fights. [He shivers and flexes his burnt hand, and a small flame licks up his hand and whiffs out at the glowing tips of his fingers.] Why couldn't we have a weekend of that instead of...well, this?

[He shivers again, gives his hand another flex, and snaps his fingers, causing his hand to briefly catch on fire — but just as before, it doesn't seem to cause him any pain. The loud hiss of steaming water can heard as he reaches for the device with his other hand, fumbling before managing to switch it off.]
11 July 2012 @ 11:38 am
You know, I don't know why I never tried this before.

[From the looks of his bare chest, clearly visible as he holds the camera away from himself, Jack's taken the full brunt of today's curse. By his surroundings, though, it also looks like he's outside.]

In the City, I mean. You'd have to be crazy to try walking around like this back where I came from. But here... [He gives a satisfied sigh.] I don't think I've ever felt so...liberated, I guess.

( ooc: open to action, feel free to run into him while he's out and about! )
30 June 2012 @ 12:52 pm
If this weekend is anything like the last time this many people showed up, I think I'm just going to stay inside.

( ooc: buuuuut he won't! as with Elijah's post, tags will be delayed due to rl circumstances, but Jack is also out and about and totally open to any fourth-wall harassment! )
18 June 2012 @ 09:45 pm
So, yesterday... [Jack looks significantly better than the last time he showed up on the network, but today he looks ill at ease. He doesn't seem to have gotten much sleep in the time since, either.] That was supposed to be our fathers haunting us, right?

I guess the City has a loose definition of what counts as a father. [A man who built a city at the bottom of the sea. A conman who sometimes called him boyo.] Either that or it couldn't pick just one.

[Then he sighs tiredly and drags a hand over his face.] Would've been better if it didn't even try. But that's too much to ask, isn't it?
13 June 2012 @ 04:03 pm
[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?