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capeandcowllogs2012-04-14 01:33 pm
out_of_time) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-04-14 01:33 pm
Dirty basements, dirty noise, Dirty places coming through
WHO: Jack Bauer and OPEN
WHERE: Superjail
WHEN: From Saturday evening through the week.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Jack Bauer has been arrested. Come visit him.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The 'Superjail' had been opened specifically to hold prisoners too dangerous or resourceful for containment in ordinary facilities. Its past residents had included alien symbiotes, superhuman sociopaths, vampires. Jack Bauer's abilities hardly put him in the same category, but he was an Import and he was extremely dangerous in his own way. So once he was arrested by Nicholas Angel, the former police Captain and current shame of the force was incarcerated in the police's own facility under heavy guard, pending trial.
Jack had a lot of time alone with his thoughts. Those thoughts were mainly sad, weary, and frustrated. It was fitting in a way: his cell was only a few floors up from the lobby where he and Seras had confronted a Skrull imposter. That encounter had ended in the deaths of two officers sent by Jack's orders into a situation they couldn't handle. Like everything else he'd done, he stood by that decision. Like everything else he'd done, it still weighed on him. Here, the memories of his sins and failures were kept close to him in more ways than one.
The thought of escape hadn't been seriously considered yet. The jail didn't have the greatest track record, but it was still a world-class facility, more than adequate for holding a powerless and downcast former federal agent. Jack knew that if he was going to leave, it would have to be through outside help, and that step would have consequences he wasn't ready to invoke yet. He chafed at the inactivity of his cell, aching with the knowledge of everything he had left unfinished out there, threats looming on the horizon: Vulcanus, Skrull infiltration of the government, killers at large, attacks being planned. He was unable to do anything in here, and that was something he couldn't take even though he knew the City had many defenders- in many ways better defenders- still working outside.
Another reason escape wasn't an option was because on some level Jack knew he belonged here, that this was what he had earned. He had broken his word, set himself above ordinary accountability, hurt a hell of a lot of people. He had changed so far and so fast, since he was Ported in retired and unwilling to return to a life of secrets and bloodshed. The happy life he'd left behind was a thing of the past by now, abandoned bit by bit in the name of necessity. Worst of all for him, more often than not his measures had failed to stem the danger and death the City was so often afflicted by. These were the things Jack brooded over alone in his cell, a busted ex-cop awaiting trial.
WHERE: Superjail
WHEN: From Saturday evening through the week.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Jack Bauer has been arrested. Come visit him.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The 'Superjail' had been opened specifically to hold prisoners too dangerous or resourceful for containment in ordinary facilities. Its past residents had included alien symbiotes, superhuman sociopaths, vampires. Jack Bauer's abilities hardly put him in the same category, but he was an Import and he was extremely dangerous in his own way. So once he was arrested by Nicholas Angel, the former police Captain and current shame of the force was incarcerated in the police's own facility under heavy guard, pending trial.
Jack had a lot of time alone with his thoughts. Those thoughts were mainly sad, weary, and frustrated. It was fitting in a way: his cell was only a few floors up from the lobby where he and Seras had confronted a Skrull imposter. That encounter had ended in the deaths of two officers sent by Jack's orders into a situation they couldn't handle. Like everything else he'd done, he stood by that decision. Like everything else he'd done, it still weighed on him. Here, the memories of his sins and failures were kept close to him in more ways than one.
The thought of escape hadn't been seriously considered yet. The jail didn't have the greatest track record, but it was still a world-class facility, more than adequate for holding a powerless and downcast former federal agent. Jack knew that if he was going to leave, it would have to be through outside help, and that step would have consequences he wasn't ready to invoke yet. He chafed at the inactivity of his cell, aching with the knowledge of everything he had left unfinished out there, threats looming on the horizon: Vulcanus, Skrull infiltration of the government, killers at large, attacks being planned. He was unable to do anything in here, and that was something he couldn't take even though he knew the City had many defenders- in many ways better defenders- still working outside.
Another reason escape wasn't an option was because on some level Jack knew he belonged here, that this was what he had earned. He had broken his word, set himself above ordinary accountability, hurt a hell of a lot of people. He had changed so far and so fast, since he was Ported in retired and unwilling to return to a life of secrets and bloodshed. The happy life he'd left behind was a thing of the past by now, abandoned bit by bit in the name of necessity. Worst of all for him, more often than not his measures had failed to stem the danger and death the City was so often afflicted by. These were the things Jack brooded over alone in his cell, a busted ex-cop awaiting trial.
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Jaime's shoulders sagged at that. No more reports for someone locked up for...for a lot. It felt like there was something new crawling out of that can of worms each time he turned on the news. Was there more? Did he even want to know?
He couldn't let that pause go on forever.
"How long?" he asked, grimacing a little. "I mean, have you heard much about...how things are panning out?"
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Jaime shook his head, shifting his weight and exhaling heavily. He didn't know much about trials and...and all those goings-on, but sometimes they lasted for months, didn't they? Months of this?
"I don't really know how to feel about all this," he admitted, looking back at Jack. "Like...I don't know. We're supposed to put other people in here." Not you. Because you're not supposed to be one of the other people.
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He paused, and decided to clear the air while he had the opportunity. It was hard to know when he'd be able to speak to the Beetle like this again. "I respect you a lot. I want you to know that, in case you didn't already. You do damn good work." The vigilante more upstanding than the cop. Jack would never have imagined it in his own world.
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"A bunch of that work's got a lotta you telling me where the heck to go," he pointed out, his mouth quirking on one side. "And I guess that's not really going to sparkle too much in the face of that big pile of crap piling up, but..."
But it did color his own opinion, for whatever that was worth. Disappointed, yeah...yeah, probably. But betrayed? Jaime hadn't gotten to that. He probably wouldn't.
"Uh, well," he shifted his weight again, unfolding his arms. "You know I'm not going to be too much help with all this--" his fingers wiggled, "--court stuff."
He let his hands drop after another shrug. "I mean, I don't know how sleazy or not the system is here..." His tone got briefly wry. "On account of half the guys who need to filter through bust out of jail before there's an outcome." A shrug.
"But I'm sure I'm not the only one hoping for the best."
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"It means a lot to me, Beetle." He nodded to back up the smile. "And for what it's worth, I know you're not the only one." With most of his allies he would have tossed in a warning not to do anything stupid or make them a target for more suspicions, but not this one. Beetle was a good guy with a good head on his shoulders, and Jack was pretty sure the whole City knew it. He'd be fine.
Unless he got shot in the head or something, but that would just be horrible.no subject
Perish the thought!"Yeah, good." Jaime nodded in turn, hands on his hips for just a moment. "We'll...keep an eye on things, I guess." And do what? Shake an angry fist at the TV proceedings?
An eye squinted, getting a little ping from the Scarab. His time was getting a little tight; if he didn't get moving, he'd be late.
"I better get going, sorry. I mean, I didn't really have a clear idea of...what to even say when I got here." Genius, you coulda left that out. "But..." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Somewhere I gotta be real soon, so..." So yeah.
He let out a sigh, backing up. So what? Hang tight? That's stupid.
"See you later, Jack."
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