in-my-crosshairs:

Ya think this is some sorta joke? I ain’t got time to play lame ass games with you. -looks hard at her, his feet staying planted to the ground as she studied him closely- You wanna get mauled by one of ‘em, then be my guest. Like I give a damn ‘bout what happens to some chick with a big mouth. -growls his retort out viciously, though, with a gun like hers, he isn’t entirely sure why he’s still being so cocky and rude- So when you run into ‘em, don’t come runnin’ your sorry ass to me. Now move ‘side — Had ‘nough with you already. -huffs-

-She shoved the barrel into his chest, stopping directly in front of him. Her grin on those full crimson lips had turned into a snarl as she shook her head- No. I’m not gonna fuckin’ move. You know who I am? Hm? I’m a murderer and a cold blooded killer for your fucking information. I oughta cut those disgusting lips right ‘offa your face and feed them to a varren!

-Jack didn’t know when to back down. But if she felt like her ‘space’ or her ego for that matter was being threatened? She’d take proper action. She didn’t give a shit about who he was or whatever those dead things were- You smell horrible. And these Undead things can’t be worse than the fuckin’ Reapers. THEY are the ones you should be scared of. -Her voice was soft and menacing-

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jackie-nought:

…You look like a fuckin’ human.

-Grabs her gun and aims it at him-

What’s your name?

You’re lucky that’s all I am. -glares at her, his hands holding the crossbow on him tighter- I’m the guy who ain’t lookin’ to kill ya, and I ain’t the damn enemy ‘round here. Wanna point that gun somewhere? Point it at the undead bastards, not me.

-Jack’s eyes narrowed considerably as she listened to the other man talk. He had this strange accent that she hadn’t heard in any corner of the galaxy. It only made her trigger finger itch considerably, especially with her already unstable mindset. He didn’t have any ‘colors’ or anything that would enable him to be associated with the Alliance or Cerberus. So he was alright…For now. A smug grin passed her full lips as she began to circle him with a cat-like prowess-

‘The fuck are you talking about? Undead? Haha. And they say I’M crazy.

This place was boring as fuck. I couldn’t help the fact that I was still battling those dead people in my head. All those dead kids frequented the small naps I was able to get since we had all that downtime. I did my own conditioning and my own training. I didn’t want them to see me all…Whatever. I sighed a little as I was lying on the cot in my hidey-hole, yawning once more as I let my mind wander again. 

Massani.

That bastard  Massani.

I had spent so much time by myself that I was actually starting to…Miss him. I quickly shook my head, trying to get that knee-weakening voice out. I knew he wasn’t too far away, but I didn’t feel like getting all ‘dependent’ again. I was getting soft. Too soft. To be completely honest, my feelings for him were starting to scare me. Another yawn and I rolled out of the cot as I had to go with that gut feeling that I had. I needed to see him. Maybe. Just maybe if I just visited for a bit, it would be all the time I needed to perhaps slap him in the face and yell at him for not even bothering to come see me down there in my little pit.

Those goddamn lights. 

I HATED those bright lights. They were blinding the fuck out of me. I remembered Chakwas’ miracle pills that would help me with the light problem. I would probably need to pop a couple of those before it was time to kick some ass. The overwhelming headache blossomed from the center of my brain and began to attack my entire head as I made a soft grunt forgetting what I had to do in that instant.

What did I come up here for again?

I stood there in the hallway that would lead to the engine room as I rubbed the back of my head with a tattooed hand, “Come on Jack. GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHT!”

Zaeed. We’re looking for Zaeed Jack.

But I don’t want to right now…I have a headache. I’m no good to Shepard with a headache.

…Hm. Maybe now isn’t the best time to go looking for him then.

For the love of—Just shut the fuck up. No one was asking you!

I continued to scuffle along, hearing the quiet whispers of the Normandy crew at their posts. They were surprised after seeing me emerge out of my dark corner as I just glared at them, “Yeah, yeah…Whatever.”  I took the elevator up one floor and hastily went into the medical bay, looking around for Doctor Chakwas, “Doc?! CHAKWAS. I got a fuckin’ headache! I need those meds again!”

…You look like a fuckin’ human.

-Grabs her gun and aims it at him-

What’s your name?

-Yawns tiredly-

I’ve been off doin’ shit.

And fuckin’ people up.

So um.

Yeah. 

-Shrugs-

tyrannosauruswrex:

“Please, curb your enthusiasm” Wrex deadpanned, as he took another bite of cake, darting around Jack’s outreached fork. He swallowed, and looked back at Jack. He mentally weighed the pros and cons of what he was about to do next, before following that up with “Human.”

He knew he was playing with fire when it came to messing with Jack, but hey, he needed to blow off some steam before the big fight. Just in case, though, he made sure his shields and kinetic barriers were up.

My eyes narrowed to dangerous brown slits and I looked at the krogan with a low growl. Putting the plate aside, I licked my lips and growled, “You’re a fuckin’ idiot. Y’know that right?” I say before taking my right and slamming it dead into the face of the krogan while taking the cake and throwing that into his face as well, “Here. Have some cake!” I exclaimed while laughing hard as I flexed my hand before folding my arms across my chest.

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