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ooc ❥ HMD ❥ player contact

How's my driving? Got something to say about how I play this AU Jack Vessalius? I strive to retain some of Jack's canon personality traits, but they will not be evident unless this Jack trusts your character, and that takes quite the effort.

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I will not roleplay smut and/or heavy violence with mundanes of minor age. I certify that I am of and over legal age, and I always assume that the people I thread aforementioned situations are of legal or over legal age as well.

I always fast-tag, and I will do my best to finish threads. If I skip over yours, it means that I need to think on it a little more, or that we are threading together in another scenario and I wish to finish that first.

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If at any point I am overstepping your boundaries, please contact me ASAP.

- Andy

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ooc ❥ directory

Status: As of 01/30/11, his lover has disappeared from the mansion and hotel; Jack will retreat into his psychopathic personality and be as malicious as he possibly can, save for a few exceptions. This applies to all games.

Relationships:

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pandoraheartsdr here
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the_love_hotel here

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ooc ❥ fst track

Basically this is

casse_sablier and

surfacage. Down to If she tries to fucking leave again / I'm going to tie her to the bed / And set this house on fire. The most destructive >: wuuu darling lmao ♥

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raindrops and roses // continued from morning after meme

The sheets pressing into this back make him gasp into the kiss, and he rakes his nails down Vincent's shoulders in retaliation.

"Vincent—"

[ooc: private to

an_unsound_mind ♥]

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ooc ❥ TINY IMPURITIES

I keep losing track of this shit.

( +5, NSFW )

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6/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

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when the cat is away........the mice will drink eggnog.

Jolly mood, Jack's in. He's got a handful of feather quills, perfect for writing or for atrocious lapel pins, but it's the thought that matters, really. St. Bridget's Day was a fairly old tradition, and even he had to participate. Blue feathers that meant I like you. And such.

People had to have some use for poisoned quills, right? Right. Jack had. Thus he looks for his next 'object of affection'.

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who owns who?

"Well - "

He can't really say anything to that, so the first thing he does when he tugs Kevin out is pin him to a wall and kiss him senseless.

[ooc: private to

snowwhite_chaos from here.]

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6/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

It's yuletide. I wonder what you are doing now, Glen? For all I know, everything that had happened here would be just the blink of an eye for you. That would be a bit sad, I think. It's been...three-quarters of a year since I've arrived here, and so much had happened -

I want to tell you everything.

I want to see your face crumple when I tell you I saw her in the flesh.

I want to see your despair when I tell you what your future is.

I want to see your frustration when I tell you of what I have done, and what I will do, to have the last laugh.

I want to see your anger when I tell you I do not belong to you any longer.

I want

This is stupid.
I don't think I'd remember this place. Maybe like - a fleeting dream. A nightmare? It would be, considering what I was when I was pulled here.

I don't want to leave.

But there's always, always the chance that I will. Like death in my sleep. Like snow falling. Is it snowing there? I bet it is. I want it to be snowing, you're beautiful when you smile against the winter sky, like the icicles in the sun.

I hate you very much, though.
But I see why you're like that, and there will always be a part of me that will come back, that will breathe your name just like she did. And then that part will stab you through the chest and twist it until the steel tears your heart. I want to see you cry. Because she will never ever ever ever come back you bastard hahahahahahaha

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ooc ❥ social links II

For the_love_hotel, because I keep mixing nicknames up, what on earth self This Jack goes by 'Jill' to those close to him. If you're really close, you'll progress from Jack, to Jill, to Jack again.

	Glen Baskerville Glen Jack is perfectly loyal to him. Look at him with anything less than good intentions and you will die.
	Jack Vessalius Jack The only Jack he actually calls Jack. Jill trusts him with his life.
	Rufus Barma Mister Rufus That Other Guy :\| that he secretly likes too much okay. As with Jack, he trusts Rufus with his life. And other secrets.
	Jack Vessalius Dove CRUSHING WITH ULTIMATE POWER We mean, courting very gently before crushing his spirit.
	Jack Vessalius Bluebird Jill trusts him. Congratulations, you've moved past 'victim' to 'bro'.
	Kevin Regnard Snow Rabbit His and his alone. No exceptions.
	Touya Knight Kitten What, no. Get out. Stop being confusing. Only not, because Jack owns him, as he'd decided. Touya has no choice in the matter.
	Minatsuki Takami ~~Hummingbird~~ ~~Princess~~ Flutterby Annoying but delicious.
	Wanijima Akito Gazelle He'd own this one, just you wait.
	Jack Vessalius Canary The 'new victim', enjoy your mindfuck pfffff
	Sheena Fujibayashi Sparrow May be using her. May be not. She's cute either way.

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ooc ❥ extended personality

❥ He never takes responsibility for anything; he is never at fault, even if the murder weapon is still warm in his hands. An extension of this is that he finds it very hard to apologise genuinely, because he almost always never sees reason to.
❥ He does know how to deal with affection, but only from those he's lied to - those that do not know that he's just keeping up a façade. Coming from those who know that he's a lying and remorseless murderer, affection just confuses him, because why on earth would you even do such a thing?

This stems from his firm belief that he is not, and never will be, wanted. When dealt with such affections, he will automatically find a way to justify it i.e., he'd feel obligated to return or repay the person with a favour or something of that sort.
❥ He reverts to childishness at times: he finds childish delight at the despair of others (because they look so earnest, it's funny), he will mope and pout and probably throw things when nobody's looking, he will jump on the bed when he feels the desire to. Attaching honorifics or calling someone pet names ('bluebird', or adding a 'mister') is a habit of his.
❥ Related to above: He simply does not care for anything else if there is something that he wants, bar someone actually seeing him. Jack has a tendency to become obsessed with things that he wants - there are no boundaries, no holding back. He always gives his all, and beyond, without a care for the consequences. This is the only way to earn his loyalty.
❥ Whenever confronted with authority, Jack swings to and from the extremes: defiance or subservience. There is no middle ground.
❥ He hates losing control of himself, and placing trust in others. However, he will gladly take control of someone else; he loves the feeling of having power over someone. Therefore he will always try to take over a situation, subtly or outright - the latter only if he's desperate.
❥ The thing he hates most is being a burden for others. He's lived alone for so long, that shouldn't change.

[last updated: 10/31/10]

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trick or treat

So of course, here's Jack, meandering down the corridors with a bowl of sweet candies in arm; every now and then he'd reach in blindly for one and eat it.

"Mister Ja~ack," he sings, apparently looking for that one Contractor counterpart of his - but he's just passing the music rooms here and then, perhaps looking to catch a certain someone.

[for

casse_sablier.]

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ooc ❥ fanart ❥ I DON'T EVEN KNOW

lawl

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ooc ❥ vignette ❥ stained glass

His sword meets resistance; Jack knows it's two of Glen's ribs, so he drives the blade harder, twisting it deeper. There is cold steel cutting through his side, but it's okay.

Everything's okay.

Glen slumps against against his shoulder, when he pulls his sword back. They sink to the floor, and steel clatters against cold marble. (He's still as warm as Jack knows him, even as his hair smells of burnt wood and the metallic tang of blood.) The hatred runs thin in his veins as they do, and somewhere in the back of Jack's mind, regrets accumulate and press painfully warm against the back of his eyes.

(Those are tears.)

"You knew I was after you," he accuses, brushing Glen's hair out of his eyes.

He only laughs, weakly, that laughter that Jack had only ever heard as mocking. Jack wants to hit him. But then he'd die faster, and Jack wanted to savour this as much as he could.

"Of course I did," Glen breathes, fingers curling in Jack's sleeve. "What you do never escapes me."

"You knew I was going to kill you." Jack shifts so that he's cradling Glen's head and shoulders, and his nails dig into the other man's upper arm. He knew. The bastard knew, and wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of victory. he may have even just used Jack.

He seethed at the very thought. Glen had always, always been able to outplay him, in this demented game of chess that they were playing. "You used me!"

"Checkmate," Glen smirks, nestling closer into Jack's shirt, blood smeared on his cheek and nose. "Did I ever say I was going to let you go?"

"You - " Jack started, faltering; warm blood trickled down his side and trousers. He had come to this building prepared to die - on his own terms, he liked to think - exacting revenge on the only man he had ever loved. "Bastard."

"You're...crying."

"Shut up," he snarled. Glen's breathing was starting to become noticeably sluggish. Jack wished he would die sooner - he'd only wanted to be the last thing that Glen saw before dying. So he'd know the pain that he'd put Jack through, that he'd know the extent of his love and obsession. "You failed. She's not coming back, Glen. Lacie is never, ever coming ba - "

"I knew that."

The spiteful words die in Jack's throat, and his tears drop onto Glen's cheek.

Glen raises a hand to wipe them away.

"You were the only one who I trusted could kill me, even if I...lost my sanity," he says, quietly, smile soft and gentle and everything that Jack had wanted. A thin ribbon of blood trickles down his chin. "I wanted - to make sure...I couldn't hurt you any longer."

"You're - you're lying, stop it - "

"Think what you will." Glen turns his head into Jack's chest, and Jack curls up on him, tears that he didn't understand still flowing. "I've lied to you so many times, haven't I...?"

"Glen, don't - don't do this, I can't - "

"I think I loved you."

Jack stills, the world stills, and he can hear nothing but Glen's last words. He feels Glen's fingers spider across his jaw, and he presses them to his skin. "What - "

"No, I...I know I love you, Jack. Somewhere...along...the way - "

"What? Glen - "

But it's too late; the light behind his eyes dim, and the heart that Jack had always wholly given to Glen breaks like stained glass shattering.

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5/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send ❥ to casse_sablier

I found a fountain pen while getting some tea. The sugar cubes are back, which is a small mercy - who cares if my teeth rot early, anyway.

You know, you have a very nice jaw. Strong, clean lines - I don't want to stare, though. That would be rude. (But I'd sometimes stare at my Glen's face and he'd swat at me, like I was a particularly cute puppy. I liked that, because he smiled.)

Oh, yes, what was this about? You. You're rather perplexing. But you smiled too, earlier, so I suppose I can keep lying, because you're beautiful when you smile. I wish you'd find her again. Or a Jack. Or, I don't know, someone to ground you so that you won't do something stupid like that Glen had done. ~~I wish you'd look at me, really look at me, and say my name~~ Yes, that was rather idiotic. He should have started the fires later.

I got myself killed getting a Vincent out of the mansion, how ironic. He yelled at me, I think. I yelled back at him, I wonder why my hair still hasn't grown back. It's making me very easy to tell apart from the others. Pretending is easier.

You know, that Jack? The one who ended the Tragedy? He'd be perfect for a Glen. I think he'd be everything a Glen ever wanted, except for the fact that he's taken. (I thought of wedding rings for them! But I don't know Barma's emblem. I'll have to ask.) Why am I saying this? ~~Can I be that Jack? I promise I'll be good and not be noisy and follow everything you say, just like always~~ I don't know, I feel dizzy nowadays. But I can't really rest, I have to look after that old git.

I should check up on him, shouldn't I? Is it weird if I watch people sleep?

~~I don't...~~ I'm not sure. Maybe I should check up on Gilbert and Vincent instead. I'll bring the scissors.

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4/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I lo

~

They call me Jill, now. (But they called me Jack, too.) I don't even know who I am at this point.
I still love you, though. That will never ever change, you know that? I can see it in Jack's eyes, when I ask him.

One of these days I'll ask him to choose between you and Mister Rufus. And he'll hesitate, because he's like that. A bleeding heart. (He's really nice. He tries so, so, hard, love, and I think

oh, wait, the ink is drying and I'm l~aughing)

We're the same. We're both Jacks. And if Mister Rufus ever found out the depth and extent of his lover's emotional attachments to the man who killed him

~~At least, I think he doesn't know yet. I want to watch. I don't have any problems with wanting to steal Rufus away. I just want to see the truth (and maybe they'll stop lying, then.)~~

And! I made a new friend. Two of them. Mister Break and Shelly, isn't it grand? She's a descendant of the Rainsworth dukedom - they have a greater network of eyes-and-ears than Barma's, that's saying something. It's interesting.

(I try very hard not to think of you when Mister Rufus hovers over me like that. It's hard. But I really do want to move forw

oh, who am I kidding

but I want to believe what Jack says because it hurts a lot less and I'm so, so, so tired)

And I
it'ssssss

/

???////ssssssa

Current Mood: crushed

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3/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

I want to go home.

At least I had you there, Glen. Even if we were lying to each other...I think...I was happy. I would still have killed you, and we would both have died, and it would be the end.

But I can't die here. I can't even...I'm so pathetic.

I killed a girl. I think she was a Nightray. Shelly ran from me. I think Gilbert will never come near a Jack again. Lacie - I won't touch her. I promised you I won't.

Looking Glass is gone. I can't find him. I knew having the duke was too good to be true. Jack hates me. I don't know why it hurts so much, but it does. I'm jealous. He's - they're so happy together -- ~~Why couldn't we~~

Is this what hopelessness feels like?

I'll sleep, Glen. And I hope I never wake up again.
I hope that you and Lacie would finally have your happy ending.
I love you so, so, so, so much.

Good night, my dearest, my everything.

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[wip] ic ❥ 100 question meme

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ooc ❥ state of mind

Jack's state of mind is currently eight. He likes books, snow, making people happy, new parchment, affection, music, and strawberries, not necessarily in that order.

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2/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

I love you.

I can't write very well; my fingers are still raw, and part of a nail fell off earlier, but I have to remember this. Quickly. Before I fall apart. Because I know I will. Ha! I never thought that

I love you, all right? I always, always

~~I really wish I could die~~

Everybody lies, Glen. Lied. Looking Glass said he'd protect me. Mister Rufus said that it would all be better if I let you go, if I tried, just tried, to get along, to protect everyone else. I even made a truce (kind of) with Lacie! But I think that other Jack was kind of right, though.

And then you strangled me. I really wanted to change. I didn't want to die ~~back then~~ because I could - because Looking Glass said that he loved me. I think I loved him, too. I didn't want to lose him. He was my friend. (I think.)

Just think of it! My first friend in twenty-five years.

Was he?

I don't know.

I know you lied, too. Remember when I killed you? You said it was going to be okay. It's not okay it's not okay it's not not not not okay

It's okay if it's you, Glen. I love you. Even if you hate me, even if you don't think of me as Jack, I still love you.

Do you want me to dress up, corset and all, like I did back then? You liked it when I kept my hair loose. I'll wear the cologne you bought me, even if it's a ladies' brand. (She smells like it, I know. She smells very nice. Was that why you kept embracing me that day?) I won't talk when you drag me into your bedroom. It's hard to pretend I'm ~~a girl~~ her when you hear my voice, right?

I'm sorry, I can't sing, see. All I can do is make music. Sorry. Won't you take me back? Please? I promise I'll be good and quiet and I'll give you everything. My life. If I could die at your hands ~~again~~ ~~over and over~~ ~~smiling~~, I'd be happy.

I think I love you. Still. I love you.

Oh. I think another nail broke off. My bandages are bleeding. I don't think I'll be able to make another watch ever again. Will this

I don't know exactly why I

You know, I think I died the first time I woke up. It's all blurry. I think I wanted to see Looking Glass again (because he loved me) and Mister Rufus (because I like to play games with him) and Vincent (because. because. I miss him.), so I tried to get out. Maybe I died again. I think I'm losing count. I've never wanted to die so much before. Soil smells good. A little.

I don't know if I'll ever get the taste out of my mouth

I'm sorry. I think I'll taste like soil now.

Everything hurts, Glen. I don't know how to make it feel better. Nobody knows how.

I love you, okay? Take care of yourself. Just say the word and I'll be there.