cowboycop: (Yer hidin' somethin')
Jake Marshall ([personal profile] cowboycop) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs 2012-03-19 08:58 am (UTC)

Oh baby baby <3

The message Gant was sending him was loud and clear - he was still the same old Gant he had always been. And that meant Jake still held the same old grudge he always had. Sure, Jake had a forgiving spirit most of the time... but not for Damon Gant. Like the men of the Wild West, he was still seeking revenge, and nothing was going to sate that. Not while Gant was still walking freely around this Port, the town he'd protected for about nine months.

He almost let out a snarl when he heard that condescending name - Jakey. It was Jake, god dammit. He was quick on the draw to correct Gant's mistake. "Detective Marshall is my official title, Gant, and I'd like you to stick to that." He wasn't going to allow Gant to tarnish his badge like that, and reduce his victory to nothing. Especially not if he knew just what Gant thought of his achievement in general. Still, he couldn't help a subtle jab at the man who'd ruined his life in so many ways. "Did it with my own blood, sweat, 'n tears. Y'know, the same way when I first became a detective."

Jake continued to watch over Gant, not sure he liked the sudden change in mood after that. He wasn't pleased with Gant's excuses for small talk, either - but then again, what about this man did please him? Nothing.

"Y'ain't always had yer bases covered. There've been times you screwed up, just like every human bein' on this planet." It was more of a musing thought, that a man so calculating could screw up on something so basic. "You know everything there is to know 'bout this island, then. I'm surprised you'd make yer way here if you knew this already. Darkness ain't nothin' to sneeze at."

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