like a caged animal

[fuckcerberus]

Who| jack + you!
What| frustration and object-throwing from one of your newest tributes
Where| rooftop!
When| today idek
Warnings/Notes| i'm brand spanking new here so i have an extremely tenuous grasp of the setting/game dynamics. if i heck it up, don't hesitate to let me know! warning #2: jack swears like a sailor, so my brackets do too. my bad.

[ there's not a single thing about this fucking place that jack doesn't hate.

which blows, because if you think about it, her kids'd love it here. badass training facilities, better suites than jack's seen in her whole damn life, and a whole city watching to see exactly what you can do. watching to cheer for you. they'd get the biggest fucking kick out of that.

but they're not here, are they? of course they're not. that's the catch, see - that whole goddamn time, she just knew there was gonna be a catch. when does she ever get to be that okay? she doesn't. but for like, five fucking seconds? she almost thought it was possible. guess she was just getting set up for this. this stupid place that her kids'd love but jack can't stand. it's too public, too much on display. she hates being on display. it was bad enough on pragia, when the only ones eyeing her business were scientists and the kids she was gonna kill. even the rooms, those big stupid fancy suites with the wide open windows - they're too big and too bright and they put her right on edge.

that's why she's here on the roof now - the highest vantage point in the immediate vicinity. it's a garden, or something like it. green and rich and useless. it's too calm. she has to get out of here, has to do something. she steps over to the edge of the rooftop now, hands planting hard on the railing, and she leans with every intent to get a good look from above quite how far straight down this wall actually drops, but her forehead smacks hard into some kind of a goddamn barrier.

she recoils, glaring at the air where the barrier has to be for a second before exhaling a sharp breath and slamming it hard with the side of her fist. this really is just a fucking cage, isn't it?

a frustrated growl builds in her throat as she turns off to storm off back toward the exit, but she never quite gets that far. see, someone apparently thought this garden would be a peachy goddamn place for a picnic, and those tongueless fucks haven't quite swept in to clean up the dishes they left behind. so before she even quite thinks, jack's hand closes around one of the nearly-empty wine glasses, and she whirls with a raw, frustrated shout to fling it as hard as she can toward the barrier surrounding the roof. the glass collides and shatters, fragments scattering across a small patch of the rooftop.

and she stands there for a second, glaring and breathing hard. ] This is bullshit, [ is her tense-jawed declaration to the open air. because as far as she knows, she's still alone up here. ]

Comments

[gunshiptotheface]

[The roof was also Garrus' favourite place to hangout, a nice place where he could sit quietly, drink his beer, and watch the city without being disturbed. Since he was always on film, might as well make it the most boring video feed in the Capitol. Except for that familiar voice yelling and breaking things, that was new.

Taking his beer and wandering over to the source of the commotion he was surprised to see Jack. This made things a whole lot more interesting to see her here that was damn sure. ]

Drinking the alcohol, not smashing against the anti-suicide barrier works better usually.

so sorry for the delay. and also for jack.........

[fuckcerberus]

[ now that's a familiar voice. jack whirls on the turian with a scowl. ] I'll break whatever the hell I want, [ she informs him, eyes narrowing. ] Unless you want to try and stop me.

it's okay! I enjoy backtagging

[gunshiptotheface]

You know, surprisingly, I'm going to choose no. [ Since he's going to choose life instead of pissing her off further. ]

So, what's pissed you off about this place?

[fuckcerberus]

Try asking what hasn't, it's a shorter list. [ but she doesn't sound quite as acidic - probably because he didn't rise to her challenge. ]

[gunshiptotheface]

I'm guessing that those few things are on my list as well. [He's not surprised Jack is pissed, he's still on edge about being constantly monitored and filmed all the time. ]

I didn't think they'd actually be stupid enough to bring you here.

[fuckcerberus]

Yeah, well. They took my fucking biotics - not sure how the hell that's possible. [ she's really just bitching now, because she has all of this pissed-off energy that he's not quite being obnoxious enough for her to fling at him. ]

[gunshiptotheface]

I'm not surprised, they did the same thing to Shepard and Thane. They took away my widow so I guess we all have something to be pissed about. [ He'll finish the beer in his hand and offer her the bottle. ]

Not the best thing but it smashes pretty damn well.

[fuckcerberus]

[ she damn near reaches for it, but instead she's crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg. then she jerks her head toward the barrier in gesture. ]

It's all you. [ be pissed with jack. it feels so good. ]

[gunshiptotheface]

[He'll watch jack for a moment, trying to figure out of she actually wants him to chuck the bottle. Then decides why not and takes a step before throwing it at the barrier. Amazingly is shatters on impact and the little pieces seem to fizzle against the barrier before dissolving into nothing. ]