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week 9 | wednesday night
[ If Jack had made use of the recreation room after such a horrible encounter with furries, robins, and a lamb - he'd find that his evening isn't going to end just yet. Elizabeth had been careful, waiting until the others allowed Jack to return to his room. IE: he probably insisted he had no where else to be. Luckily, "security" wasn't tight at all.
Like, at all.
Jack... psst.
It's a soft voice that doesn't match the quickness of the next few moments. In this brief amount of time of him leaving the recreation room to return to the elevator - something grabs him. It's sudden, a hand on a wrist similar to his actions earlier; a quick tug that forces the man (albeit slower than she would have liked) into the art storage room. With a shut of the door, the culprit was Elizabeth. Shocking, right?
Defensive, she gives the man his space and drags a hand down her face - her amputated pinky visible with no clear thimble like usual. ]
Lord, I didn't think I'd be able to reach out to you.
[ She hates this. She hates lying. She hates seeing him and she hates knowing that she's assisting him with something questionable. Elizabeth finds herself utterly stuck and to keep him from acting on impulse - she plays along. ]
Jack -
[ Her voice cracks a bit, and instead, she leans up against the wall, slumping a bit. ]
You know I didn't wish for any of this earlier.
Like, at all.
Jack... psst.
It's a soft voice that doesn't match the quickness of the next few moments. In this brief amount of time of him leaving the recreation room to return to the elevator - something grabs him. It's sudden, a hand on a wrist similar to his actions earlier; a quick tug that forces the man (albeit slower than she would have liked) into the art storage room. With a shut of the door, the culprit was Elizabeth. Shocking, right?
Defensive, she gives the man his space and drags a hand down her face - her amputated pinky visible with no clear thimble like usual. ]
Lord, I didn't think I'd be able to reach out to you.
[ She hates this. She hates lying. She hates seeing him and she hates knowing that she's assisting him with something questionable. Elizabeth finds herself utterly stuck and to keep him from acting on impulse - she plays along. ]
Jack -
[ Her voice cracks a bit, and instead, she leans up against the wall, slumping a bit. ]
You know I didn't wish for any of this earlier.
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[ He does go forth and talk about his morality. The lines in the sand that people cross, kick, and blur. From what she's reading - with how quickly he formulates his thoughts and delivers them... she trusts his word. Deep down, she knows there's a big chance that he could be lying. Feeding her exactly what she needs to hear to sedate her concerns. But... it has to keep going. Keeping him calm and letting him do his work - get leads on those creatures... Elizabeth's revenge puts herself at risk.
He does shock her with the incentive talk - the retirement one. Doing good on what's right - she can't comment on it when he speaks about her world. There's... no attachment there. One man among a sea of uncertainty that she misses. That's it. She holds her breath, looking to him with a soft exhale soon after. ]
No one even knows we're on good terms, hence the bodyguards. [ She hates thinking of it. ] Whatever you've been tasked to do, tasked to find out - role or not, I suggest if you have your leads, there needs to be some wheels beginning to turn. For all we know, could they begin to outnumber us...?
[ A beat as she rolls her eyes. ]
The rooms are emptying. My.... my entire unit is empty. Last survivor. Yipee.
[ Her sarcasm is there mixed with a dash of survivor's guilt. She looks down a bit, trying not to let him see how concerned she is. How there's a tension she projects because of how serious this is to her. She's careless, making mistakes by selling her soul to the Devil in this case. Her hands clasp together weakly in front of her, tightening when she notices her bare finger. ]
Oh - Jack? Do you still have my thimble...?
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Always. Mmmmmight surprise you, but underneath my fiendishly handsome face, there's actually a guy with some smarts too. Or at least, y'know, a literate one.
[ But talks of selling your soul, of the devil, of whatever deals Jack may have struck to become the man he is today, those are put aside. He hates dwelling on the past, since he'd always prefer to look to the future and what he can do instead. Maybe that's why he's so susceptible to exactly what she's talking about here. He might even know that. But that's a talk for another time.
When she talks of leads, his expression shifts to something more difficult, like there's something he doesn't like that's come to mind there. It looks like he's considering telling her something else, since he wears these kinds of expressions fairly openly, but that's momentarily distracted. First, by her sarcasm, which gets an amused smile to quirk again, but it drops with the question. He looks surprised, but then sympathetic as his gaze darts to her hands, then away again. ]
Oh— Yeah, of course I do. [ He reaches into his pants pocket, and he pulls it out, though the way he holds it definitely implies care. Jack takes a brief look at it, then holds it out for her to take back. ]
...Thanks. By the way. Think-- Well, things probably would have gone pretty bad if you hadn't given this to me.
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[ Underestimating anyone on this ship could bring her doom before she saw the seeds she planted to grow. To see them harvested and hopefully, the infection killed. Elizabeth's purpose was clouded, but she didn't anticipate to get herself killed or kill anyone unless needed.
Elizabeth, as always, rambles. As if she's trying desperately to make a connection. Make herself clear and make herself readable. Since arriving here, everyone seemed to be 20 steps ahead of her and she needs to thoroughly show her intention. Maybe that's why she was "respected" before this whole alien mess?
She doesn't push topics - she reaches forward and takes the thimble between her digits, but instead, her other hand goes up to his. It's still a bit hesitant, nervous to press her fingers against his. ]
Don't let them get bad, then. You can control yourself. You're not an animal or beast. [ She's firm, knowing that his anger was absolutely ridiculous. It scares her. The flash in his eyes from that moment - it was her second indication of it. First when he lashed out at the cost of a bloodied lip. ] There are some things you can never take back.
[ Her words feel true, clutching at his hand a bit tighter. Her hand pulls away, sliding the thimble back to her shortened pinky. ]
We'll talk later.
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[ He says it with a smile, though it's smaller. He's aware that his temper is vicious, but controlling it is another matter entirely. He's never been able to reign it in once his temper flares, and especially not after... Well. He hates to admit it, but the Vault had probably changed more than just his ambitions. There weren't many people left to remind him of that, but Elizabeth managed. It was both appreciated and extremely uncomfortable.
She takes the thimble, and he bows his head to her lightly before his hands retreat back to rest on his hips again. She's not in the mood to talk, and he can't blame her. Things had gotten pretty tense, and truth be told, he really thought he was about to kill again. ]
Yeah. When you feel like it, though? Come by and we can talk.
[ He nods to the arm that his gun had been perched on. ]
First, gonna teach you how to use that thing. Even if you've shot a gun before, I'm gonna also guess that you've never dealt with a shock weapon. Shouldn't take more than an thirty minutes to go through all that.
[ There's something else on his mind, and that he pauses to consider, but he shrugs. He's playing it off casually, but it's clearly something important to him. ]
Second, wanna tell you something. About when I saved the moon, but not because I just wanna jerk off my own ego here. Just-- [ He sighs, then shakes his head. ] Probably pretty obvious by now that I hate people that betray my trust. I think... Just think you should know why. If you want to hear it.
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So, she needs to choose her actions carefully.
Her eyes shift up to him, a smile creeping on her features and holding. A mask. ]
Right... the others won't be too suspicious if it's weapons training. It's logical.
[ When he talks, she presses her fingers to her chin, covering half her mouth a bit. She wants to say something - to hold back the words she no doubtedly rambles with. It's not really... relevant until the trust talk happens. She's tense, her shoulders tightening and she shakes her head. ]
We can have a lunch before the training, if you'd like. Forcing your handle to expose anything further until you truly feel comfortable isn't my goal. [ She doesn't know if she could look at him again after Angel - after knowing that painful conversation still weighs on her chest. ] You'll - uhm - you'll have to really convince me if you want me to believe you saved the moon.
[ She has that slight childish demeanor back for a second, a skeptical look that carries with some sarcasm. ]
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[ Jack is quick to speak up to dismiss that idea, and it seems that he doesn't think anything of her demeanor, or at least not now. It's contradictory, as many things are with Jack, but he's very trusting. At least, he is once he's decided to give it. He waves his hand to dismiss it, but he ends up just sighing and shrugging. The details of how it had gone down aren't something he likes to speak on, but at her sarcastic, skeptical smile, he ends up smiling a bit more too. ]
...What, don't believe me? C'mon, kiddo. I'm a lot of things, but a liar isn't really one of them.
[ He crosses his arms as he stands straight again, and his smile warms a little more with it. ]
It's a great story, honestly. Classic hero stuff. Impossible odds, ragtag team of heroes to help me out, giant lasers boring into the moon to blow it into bits-- Y'know. The classics!