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[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[There's a corpse in the alley.]

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[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[And here's the Master leaning over him and checking his pulse.]

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[There's nothing there at first, just blood on his shirt and unnatural stillness. Then, abrupt as hell, his heart starts racing, he gasps, and grabs blindly at the Master.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[The Master would have moved back, but not Jack is scrambling at him, so he tries to gently catch Jack's hands instead.]

Hey. Jack, you're not in danger.

[He's very firm on that point.]

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[Which cuts through a lot of the shit, but he still uses the Master's grip to haul himself more upright, while he catches his breath.]

I'm all right.

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[He just stays still, while Jack gets his bearings. Trying to stay very steady without going completely impassive.]

[at-face-value.livejournal.com]

[ At first glance he thinks it's nothing more than a passed out drunk - but there's something a little too limp about the body and a feeling in his gut that makes him take a closer look. He crouches down to the body and presses his fingers to the man's throat, searching for a pulse. He doesn't say anything, just sighs and hangs his head a little when there's nothing. ]

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[He stays well and truly out for another few seconds, then he gasps, coughs, and scrambles upright. When he realizes someone else is there, he startles so hard he almost whacks his head against the wall.]

[at-face-value.livejournal.com]

[ The scream that emits from Templeton Peck's mouth that moment is so very not worthy of a war veteran, but he would deny it ever happened to his last breath. He somehow stumbles backward, to his feet, heart and stomach in his throat at the same time. ]

CHRIST!

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[He flinches again at the scream, but manages not to jump again. Much.]

No. Jack.

[aintadamsel.livejournal.com]

(Standing over him, rolling her eyes.) How long are you going to be dead?

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[He comes around after a few minutes, gasping and coughing and... disoriented and confused.j

...Hi.

[aintadamsel.livejournal.com]

(Kneels down next to him.) Hey. Were you shot?

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

I... don't know.

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[And here's the Master leaning over him and checking his pulse.]

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[There's nothing there at first, just blood on his shirt and unnatural stillness. Then, abrupt as hell, his heart starts racing, he gasps, and grabs blindly at the Master.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[The Master would have moved back, but not Jack is scrambling at him, so he tries to gently catch Jack's hands instead.]

Hey. Jack, you're not in danger.

[He's very firm on that point.]

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[Which cuts through a lot of the shit, but he still uses the Master's grip to haul himself more upright, while he catches his breath.]

I'm all right.

[at-face-value.livejournal.com]

[ At first glance he thinks it's nothing more than a passed out drunk - but there's something a little too limp about the body and a feeling in his gut that makes him take a closer look. He crouches down to the body and presses his fingers to the man's throat, searching for a pulse. He doesn't say anything, just sighs and hangs his head a little when there's nothing. ]

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[He stays well and truly out for another few seconds, then he gasps, coughs, and scrambles upright. When he realizes someone else is there, he startles so hard he almost whacks his head against the wall.]

[at-face-value.livejournal.com]

[ The scream that emits from Templeton Peck's mouth that moment is so very not worthy of a war veteran, but he would deny it ever happened to his last breath. He somehow stumbles backward, to his feet, heart and stomach in his throat at the same time. ]

CHRIST!

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[He flinches again at the scream, but manages not to jump again. Much.]

No. Jack.

[aintadamsel.livejournal.com]

(Standing over him, rolling her eyes.) How long are you going to be dead?

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

[He comes around after a few minutes, gasping and coughing and... disoriented and confused.j

...Hi.

[aintadamsel.livejournal.com]

(Kneels down next to him.) Hey. Were you shot?

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

I... don't know.