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[Goat_Shepard]

yorkj86 wrote...
Oh man, dem eyes.  Not everyone knows this, but one of Shepard's unspoken responsibilities is to keep Samara and Jack from looking in to each other's eyes, because if they were allowed to do so, it would cause the end of everything.

It'd be like Samara and Morinth's deadlock, only at the end, everything implodes into the center of the collision of energy, leaving only those 2 alive.

Mandatory Samara eyes picture.

Sundown Native wrote...

Hey, what happened to the fics? Haven't seen much of them since MacDon's Intermezzo one.

Patience, precious, you don't rush art.

[Goat_Shepard]

JohnnyDollar wrote...
I never noticed that cut on the top of her head, until the other day.  It looks like a cut that hasn't completely healed yet.

I've only asked about it 2 or 3 times. Damn negligence!

I can only assume she was assaulted during one of her many attempted escapes from Teltin. You're right though it doesn't seem to have healed. I also noticed the scar on her neck, and that seems obvious to me that they put her neck in a vice and she was...trying to struggle free.

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[Gethforceone]

Well I created a poll a few hours ago to see which of Jack's outfits was most liked.



So far the Alt. appearance outfit has the most votes.

[Goat_Shepard]

I knew I'd kill the thread with talks of Jack's physical abuse. I feel like dying, myself. So I went through my screens and in the interest of self-preservation and anti-vices, I have switched my desktop background to this;



Join me you fuckers!

[stormrain]

I think the devs did good with designing Jack's character. Her scars are subtle enough to not outright detract from her appearance (like, say, Zaeed), but still viscious enough that you just know she has a past riddled with abuse and violence.

*plunges into the internal muck of the thread*

I found it! Jack's surgical scars: Page 42.



Well this just sucked out any happiness I felt today.

Modifié par Captain Uccisore, 04 août 2010 - 10:07 .

[NICKjnp]

picture overload... too much.

[Pacifien]

Sundown Native wrote...
Hey, what happened to the fics? Haven't seen much of them since MacDon's Intermezzo one.

I wouldn't have thought my XBox being broken would affect my ME muse, but it's dead. I have no more fic. No more discussion. Who's Jack? What is this place?

[NICKjnp]

Did Microsoft give you an eta for your 360?

[Pacifien]

NICKjnp wrote...
Did Microsoft give you an eta for your 360?

Repair is supposedly complete.

[Mondo47]

Goat_Shepard wrote...

I also noticed the scar on her neck, and that seems obvious to me that they put her neck in a vice and she was...trying to struggle free.

I've rambled about this before - if there's one thing I know, it's surgical scars. I got me a couple of doozeys. If they're raised, chances are something was done to put something in; rods, pins, replacement bones, plates, biotic implants. If they're depressed, like the one on her neck, something was removed causing the tissue to collapse while healing... so, either an implant was removed, or she had a deep injury that became infected (or was at risk of infection), and tissue was removed to avoid this.

I'll do some more fic when my muse crawls back out of the basement to sit on the foot of my bed and stare at me until I write some more. I think she keeps drinking my cream soda, that's why I ain't seeing her

[NICKjnp]

So probably next monday.

[Pacifien]

NICKjnp wrote...
So probably next monday.

Wonder how battered it was when they got it. My packing job was more like a dare to the XBox to make it to the factory in one piece. Punishment for the betrayal it inflicted upon me.

[NICKjnp]

switching to PM mode... more appropriate for this convo.

[NICKjnp]

*Jack walks up to Shepard*



Jack: Pull my finger!

Shepard: Are you twelve?

Jack: Just pull my finger fu*cker!

Shepard: Fine... but you know how old this joke is?

Jack: Pull the fu*cking finger!

*Shepard complies with Jack's order... and is thrown across the room with a biotic shockwave*

Jack: See... that was funny.

*Shepard just stares at her with a scolding look... until Jack agrees to not pull practical jokes on him again*

[Mondo47]

JohnnyDollar wrote...

I was just thinking about Jack.  How about that, in the Jack thread and thinking about Jack?  Anyway, I wonder if she is playful in a close relationship.  You know...pranks and gags on you, and the like. 

Give you an example off of the top of head, and I'm unusually exhausted right now, btw.  Say Shepard is taking a hot steaming shower up in the captains quarters.  Jack is up in his quarters with him.  She decides to go get a large cup of icewater and dump it all over him in the shower.  She's just a giggling away with Shepard hollering while his gonads are shriveling up on him.

Do you think Jack would play with Shepard in a close relationship?

I can see her being playful, albeit in a potentially mean-spirited way; deliberately shocking Shep with little biotic snaps, floating things out of his reach, salt instead of sugar in his coffee, sending abusive emails from his terminal... little things that might go a touch too far. I can more see her getting pissed at Shep and then flushing the toilet while he's in the shower to teach a painful object lesson in thermodynamics. I can see her pulling her puppy-eyes on him when he chastises her too, and letting her off way too easily.

I think they'd be like a couple of cats; playful, curious of one another's boundaries, occasionally flaring into aggression, then settling back down in the basket together and all's forgiven. I can see the pattern repeating way too often perhaps for Shepard's patience, or Jack's personal issues pushing him away once too often, and it sinking the relationship, as well... though I don't think they'd be apart for long. I see them being the kind of couple that need space and time alone, and also being the sort that may break up, then make up again later. Difficult, tempestuous, but doubtlessly loving.

[Mondo47]

JohnnyDollar wrote...

Abusive emails?

Dear Cmdr. Quickie,

Next time you decide to go through all of the trouble of wooing me and getting me in bed, at least give me the damn chance to get off before you're rolled over and snoring!

signed
Your unsatisfied girlfriend Jack

I was thinking more along the lines of...

Miranda,

I am having deep concerns over Grunt's recent behaviour. Despite him looking up to me, I can't seem to get him to stop rising to the slightest challenge. I know, he's krogan - what can I expect? Wrex has said though that young male krogan often defer to elder females. Would you mind talking to him, since you are my second-in-command? I think he would respect your authority. The traditional method of starting such a discussion is with a headbutt, so I'd recommend going down there, unarmed, and planting one on him before he has chance to respond. DOn't worry - I'm sure he'll take the talk with good grace and without risk to your person.

Thank you for helping me out with this,

Shepard

[Shadow555r]

Sundown Native wrote...

Alright, here's the short fic. This might set something like "Eyes And History" up. Chapters, and all. I don't know yet.

But anyway, hope this bit here jumpstarts some ideas, similar or not.

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_ 2:10, A.M. _
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Another night spent in Shepard's cabin. One of many. As usual, the room was silent, save for the two of them. Shepard and Jack.
It's been two days since Shepard had sent her that letter. The letter Shepard put his heart into. The letter he'd been dying to send to her. To anyone. Most of the people in the galaxy saw Shepard as a hero. Someone whose name alone was legendary. 'A god, back from the dead' as Ashley put it. And he was proud of it. His goal to save others from the pain he'd endured was successful, but far from complete.
Yet, through all of his accomplishments, none had given him the one thing he wanted the most. Of everything he had in his power, there is only one thing he could not manage to do, on his own. And that was to cure the uncurable. To help the helpless.

To save himself.

The cabin was a mess. Shepard's N7 helmet was knocked onto the bulk, laying against the prothean relic that once sat atop the small table. A wineglass, formerly positioned on said table, had somehow found its way next to the small aquarium in pieces. Chairs were turned over, holos were damaged. The replica of the SR-1 laid broken in half, at the desk securing Shepard's private terminal.

'Zorah was going to be pissed.

The bed itself was diagonally positioned; its sheets barely covering their exposed flesh. Jack's head had laid center of Shepard's chest, his heartbeat soothing. She'd stopped carrying her gun, with her, around the Normandy. She didn't need it. Not here. She shifted her position onto Shepard's; her left arm firmly wrapped around his ribcage. She smiled a faint smile. Then, a small pen had rolled off of Shepard's desk, striking the floor with unbalanced force. Though almost quiet, that alone jolted Jack awake, her right arm crackling with dark energy, as she looked for the culprit. Upon seeing it, she sighed, and dropped her defenses. Right palm would come to be placed squarely against her forehead; her fingertips brushing past small strands of hair.

Old habits die hard.

She'd look back to Shepard. He'd hardly even responded to her moving that quickly. "He's a heavy ****ing sleeper, when he wants to be." Jack thought. A small, yet overwhelming feeling had come over her, when she looked at him. Caused her heart to skip a beat. She'd watch Shepard, as he slightly shifted to the right, where she had once been. She'd smirk, her right hand rested upon his shoulder. He flinched at the touch.

"Shepard?" Jack had called, believing he'd been awake. His brows furrowed, and his teeth clenched together. His heartbeat sped up a bit. "Don't go." Shepard said. "They'll kill you, if you go – Don't…" Shepard's head turned swiftly to the side, grunting as he did so. Jack, who had not even known the letter he had sent to her existed, was oblivious to what had been transpiring. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, as she attempted to shake him awake. "Shepard." Jack would call, again.
"Mom…Dad..Say something...S-say something! Please..Don't..."

She'd understood, then. All that talk that the man was unemotional. They've never seen him. Not truly. And not like this. Jack had shaken him again. "Shepard, c'mon. You gotta wake up."
"…Godamn...Wh..Why does this keep happening, I….I saw a thresher pull you under!"

At that point, Jack had not cared about being quiet. He was going to hurt himself, doing this.
"SHEPARD!" Jack shouted. And when she did, Shepard'd sprung forward. He'd been breathing heavily. His eyes had been wide open. His heartbeat had intensified, and he had broken into a cold sweat. His hands had gone up to his head, brushing back his hair, as he tried to collect himself. But he couldn't. He could only bottle those feelings away for the next nightmare. He knew this. He knew this, and it had been killing him. Just like he said. His eyes closed shut, and tears began to stream down his face.

"Goddamn it." Shepard had said, trying his best to hold back the tears. "Hey..Come here." Jack said, as her arms had wrapped around Shepard's back, and pulled him towards her. "It's gonna be cool, Shepard. You're gonna be alright." Shepard's head had laid against her chest, and his arms had gone around her.

This was the first time she had ever seen Shepard cry. The sight was the same as the feeling – overwhelming – but understandable. No one was without scars. And this was the first time Shepard'd revealed them to her, in this way. Truthfully. All this time he'd been saving others; who knew he'd need it just as much as them? Certainly not them. And certainly not her.
At least, now until now.

"You're gonna be alright." Jack would repeat, more softly than the last. Because she cared. She didn't know if it would help, but she was damn sure going to try.



Because she cared.




"I'm here, Shepard…I'm here…"

Wow, I really like this. My Shepard's back round is Colonist, Sole Survivor so that was cool to see how that was played out. I would love to see something like this take place in ME3