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[psychopath]

Who: jack (psychopath) and jill (iudex)
When: december 10th, afternoon
Where: baseball diamond and onwards
Summary: loss of tiny dignities, jack being shot because he's an ass, gross sobbing
Warnings: some blood

[oh, this is familiar. The ground and walls are familiar, earth and stone, and jack is no stranger to sitting down in hidden places, blending in with the crowd.

he'd been hurt worse, but this is compounded by the fact that it's the same shoulder that got hurt before, and jack curls up in his jacket miserably. It's cold, but he feels colder, because he'd lost vincent. hello, regret, my old friend, he thinks.

oswald will have to do some searching to find the alcove he's in. jack almost hopes he doesn't find him.]

Comments

[1/2] coo coo

[iudex]

[oswald follows the tug the same way he'd follow any that took him from dreams, down to one knee and then two as jack's hands wind in his collar and he looks every inch the psychotic human that he is.

oswald makes a mistake.

oswald thinks. yes, why didn't vincent kill him? (it begins, sharp and insidious and oswald's face doesn't change from its blank state—

s t a t i c—
—and white noise, a hand on the top of his head—
l a u g h i ng

it doesn't stop for a while even if he finds himself wishing it would, but there's the rustle of fabric in the safety of his body, his mind, a woman with a strained smile and men with grim, grim looks flash behind his eyes.

it stops.)

glen baskerville stills and oswald - they, too, vengefully - wonders why jack thinks that his life is his own to give up as he pleases. his hand squeezes jack's.]