Follow the truth, follow the lies;

[idkmybffbloodwing]

CHARACTERS: Handsome Jack, Lilith, Mordecai, open!
LOCATION: The brig
WARNINGS: Language?
SUMMARY: Following the events of this log in which Jack appears and immediately has people trying to kill him until SEC throws them all in jail to separate them.
NOTES: Backdated to a couple days after the jump. Specify the character yours is visiting in the subject line.


Despite the efforts of the two Vault Hunters, Jack was not dead. Perhaps had they been more inclined to harm the security officers who had gotten in the way, the result would have been different, but they hadn't; instead, the three had been dragged off to the brig for a few days, and remarkably, nobody had been severely injured. They had been given cells that, while not immediately adjacent to each other, were still within earshot. This clearly would only be a temporary solution to stop their violence, but that, at least, was better than no solution at all.

Comments

[supfirehawk]

She was this close to just phasing out of here and strangling him. Even just cutting his vocal chords would be enough for her. He sure didn't need them. "Why, so you can enslave those seven too?"

[handsomejack]

That, unfortunately, was a quick way to make him mad. His brows narrowed, and his relaxed demeanor immediately turned tense. Jack tried to keep his cool, but his teeth were clenched. "You shut your goddamn mouth, Lilith. You have no idea what you're talking about, and you have a hell of a lot to answer for what with my baby girl's blood in your hands."

[supfirehawk]

That was the button she knew to press and she didn't regret saying it one bit. "You killed her long before we did. I don't care what your excuse is, she shouldn't have been living like that."

[handsomejack]

"I don't need to make any excuses. I did what I had to do, and least of all I don't have to answer to you. It's really none of your business." He hissed, hands closing and gripping on his watch tightly. "You don't hear me asking why you just stood there and let your chocolate boy toy die."

[supfirehawk]

She rushed the bars and kicked them in frustration. "You're the one that shot him from behind like a coward!"

[handsomejack]

"Well who were the bastards that decided it was a good idea to kill my daughter???!!" He yelled back. "I told you pieces of trash what I would do if you hurt Angel. I went as far as begging you to not kill her. BEGGING. Yeah. I tried to reason with you low lives. Did you think I was joking?? She was my daughter!"

Crap. He lost it. He tried to breathe, stepping away from the bars and he glanced down. Would he have killed them anyway if they spared her? Yes. Without a doubt. But that was aside the point. That anger was building up again. They needed to die. Terrible, gruesome, excruciating deaths.

[supfirehawk]

He was a sad excuse for a father and if he was going to taunt her about Roland's death, then she was going to make sure he damn well knew how shitty he was. "A daughter you were pumping full of eridium so you could further your own plans. What kind of father makes his daughter live like that?"

[handsomejack]

He was following through with the no explanation approach. "You know what, Lilith? Blow it out your ass. I don't owe you anything other than a bullet in your skull. If you're still sore about that hole being blasted through your ex-boyfriend's chest, remember you idiots could have avoided it."

[supfirehawk]

"At least he died a man and not a coward."

[handsomejack]

"Fuck. You." Jack knew he didn't handle defeat well, but to be fair-- he had lost everything. And he was a sore loser.

He was done talking but he didn't want her to have the last word. Call it petty, but it was a small victory he wanted to have.

[supfirehawk]

She laughed. She felt like the victor and she wasn't going to let him get the last word in. "That'll never happen."

[handsomejack]

"What, are you closed for business? If so, let me be the first to say thank God." He grunted, rolling his eyes and falling back on his cot.

"And it explains a lot."

[supfirehawk]

"This coming from the guy who dated Moxxi?" Not that she had anything against the woman, but he was the one insinuating she was promiscuous.

[handsomejack]

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" He growled in his breath. God did he want this conversation to be over... but he couldn't not respond thanks to his pride. "Oh, that she gets around? Yeah, well, as if it were any of your business, when we were dating she couldn't get enough of me. Guess I was more than enough."

Of course, he was paranoid that she WAS cheating on him and jumped the gun on destroying her before she had the opportunity to destroy him. Yeah, that was a healthy relationship. "Now, I'm not going to defend that crazy bitch, because she got what was coming to her. You're missing the point. You see, I was implying you're a frigid skag-bag who probably didn't get a poke since Roland's kielbasa, thus causing you to act even more heinous than an average woman."

[supfirehawk]

She was really getting tired of hearing him say Roland's name. "If a dry spell is all it takes for someone to go crazy, that explains what happened to you."

[handsomejack]

"Oh piss off. Even with you filthy sons of bitches murdering The Sheriff I can guarantee I had more sex than you." Were they seriously having this argument? "I mean if you call a dry spell one day, yeah, I guess that could make a stallion crazy."

[supfirehawk]

"Stallion? Are you seriously comparing yourself to a horse?"

[handsomejack]

"Uh yeah? Because they're hung and I'm- well, I could spell it out for you, I know how slow you bandits are, but I rather not. Like I need you to fantasize about my junk. Gross." There's a pause. "Oh what the hell. I'm big. Fantasize away." He didn't care. After all, her disgust would be his victory.

[supfirehawk]

That was a mental image she did NOT need. She made a face of disgust, though she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing the effect it had on her. "Like you'd be anything compared to Roland."

[handsomejack]

"Uh huh." His tone was flat, unconvinced, and unenthusiastic. "I'm sure he was real something. But doesn't matter 'cuz he's dead." Jack let out a low, cocky laugh. "Goddamn I'll never get tired of saying that." He laughed a little harder, continuing as if his next statement was flashing in bright neon lights. "Rrrrroland's dead!. God, you can't just invent feel-good statements like that. Just rolls off the tongue. Probably even cures cancer, it's so good."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Shut up," Mordecai growled. Their conversation, as it were, had gone on way too long and he was getting awfully tired of listening to Jack's bullshit.

[supfirehawk]

She was clenching the bars so tight her knuckles were turning white. "How the hell can I shut up when he's trashing the name of the most moral person on Pandora?!"

[handsomejack]

That was when Jack turned his attention to Mordecai's voice. He was growing bored of Lilith, and the fact that through the entire conversation the hunter finally decided to chime in he sat up.

"Almost forgot you were here, Mordecai. How kind of you to join us. Was it all the talk about Roland's package? You can blame your little buddy Lilith for that one." He grinned.

"Honestly, I couldn't agree more. This entire exchange, really, has gone morbidly awry. How 'bout we just kick back, and reminisce about all the good times, huh? Like when Moxxi couldn't wait to get the hell away from you? Okay, not so good for you, but man, that little trick she does with her hips? Amazing, right? Things might've ended badly between us, but the way she moved and the noises she made? Was like she hadn't been touched in ages."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Didn't mean you, Lil."

It would be funny, actually, how hard Jack was trying to piss him off with that, if he wasn't already so ticked off by just about everything the asshole had said before this. "I'm surprised you even remember any of that, given how much time you must spend gettin' yourself off on the sound of your own voice."

[handsomejack]

"Yeah, it's pretty amazing. My voice, I mean." Jack spoke through his grin, perking an eyebrow.

"You'd be surprised on how good my memory actually is, Mordecai. I know, I know... it's hard for you to remember... well...anything considering all the blackouts and brain damage you've gone through. I'm sympathetic. Really, I am. To have those physical ailments on top of being a filthy bird-loving shithead? Life must really suck for you."