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nexus_crossings2020-09-20 10:28 am
apocalypsejack) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-09-20 10:28 am
Manhattan's Diamond King
Jack had been wandering the streets on a night watch with Diamond. The people of the Party and their Ministry of Truth goons were getting bold. It made Jack antsy and he wasn’t sleeping. It was weird sometimes how he went days and weeks here and there without sleeping. No one knew how he could do it.
The scenery had changed oddly when he turned a corner, Diamond at his side whining. He reached down and patted the white mutt that went with him everywhere. Straightening, Halloween Jack shifted the automatic weapon slung over one shoulder that stood in stark contrast to his feminine clothing including spike heeled black boots and gaudy diamond bracelets and earrings. He came very close to shooting the hologram when it startled him by appearing on his blind side. He’d seen something like this before but couldn’t remember where. He listened to it all the while wondering why the guy was in the weird get up. It looked enough like a military uniform to make him suspicious of the Nexus.
Walking on he kept looking up at the building corners, the trees, anywhere something could be hung. Though the gun was back in a resting position, he remained jumpy and jittery.. one part drugs and one part nerves. Diamond was watching the people coming out into the plaza. Normal morning traffic of shops opening.
Jack narrowed his eye at the people and eventually asks. “There aren’t any cameras or drones here?”
He is confused as hell about what is going on. The dog sat at his feet, looking up expectantly at her one eyes master. In the back of his mind there is a lingering worry that this is some Party trap or that he had been caught again and this was something in his own mind.
The scenery had changed oddly when he turned a corner, Diamond at his side whining. He reached down and patted the white mutt that went with him everywhere. Straightening, Halloween Jack shifted the automatic weapon slung over one shoulder that stood in stark contrast to his feminine clothing including spike heeled black boots and gaudy diamond bracelets and earrings. He came very close to shooting the hologram when it startled him by appearing on his blind side. He’d seen something like this before but couldn’t remember where. He listened to it all the while wondering why the guy was in the weird get up. It looked enough like a military uniform to make him suspicious of the Nexus.
Walking on he kept looking up at the building corners, the trees, anywhere something could be hung. Though the gun was back in a resting position, he remained jumpy and jittery.. one part drugs and one part nerves. Diamond was watching the people coming out into the plaza. Normal morning traffic of shops opening.
Jack narrowed his eye at the people and eventually asks. “There aren’t any cameras or drones here?”
He is confused as hell about what is going on. The dog sat at his feet, looking up expectantly at her one eyes master. In the back of his mind there is a lingering worry that this is some Party trap or that he had been caught again and this was something in his own mind.
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"Me? I flipped my way through university... gymnastics scholarship... got my psychiatric degree. Went into the most infamous looney bin in the whole damn world. Fell head over heels for the most dangerous criminal behind bars. Freed him. Leapt into a vat for him. Spend a lot of my god damn time by his side trying to impress him."
"Found this place. Found real friends. Broke up with the sicko. He tried to hurt my friends. Killed him."
"And right now... just doing side gigs for people in need."
"And you?"
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"I'd kill him too from the sounds of it."
Jack sighs and takes a drink. "I don't know. I don't remember anything before five years ago. I escaped vaporization; having my mind erased and rewritten into a better citizen. They weren't totally done when I got free. I remade myself through a lot of bad experiences. Survived a plague. Started a gang and we're a sanctuary for people trying to escape the same treatment."
Jack reaches down and strokes the dog. "Diamond was there when I woke up in the streets after... escaping the Ministry. I take care of a couple kids that parents brought. The Party kills babies born with defects or kids that get injured too badly. I look after my girl too since they erased her personality and broke her mind. She can't make memories any more, I don't think."
It was more than Jack's eye that made him sympathetic to the three children he kept but his own physical oddities did play into it a lot. "The Ministry says I'm like a punk Peter Pan with murderous lost boys."
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"A gang! I LOVE gangs!" Harley beams. Meaning it. "If you ever need a helping hand. I am available."
"And it definitely sounds like you are fighting an up hill battle."
"Ohhhhhhhhh I collect Lost Boys. Had a hold horde of them at one time. I guess that sorta makes me the Wendy in this story. Always willing to help her Peter Pan and the Lost Boys."
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"We're the Diamond Dogs." He smiles proudly. "If you're ever interested in causing some mayhem you can come along."
"They erased my Wendy's mind." Jack mentions sadly. "Most of them are children, teens. Either their parents were taken away for vaporization or their parents brought them to us to protect them from the brain washing or being killed for being defective."
The truth of his world is very harsh and the more he talks to people the more clear that is becoming. However, Jack is always trying to remain optimistic and strong. "I have three kids of my own, adopted when their parents hid them from being killed."
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"I know what it is like to have your mind messed up with... but nothing as bad as getting my memories erased."
"I am a psychiatrist… or was... maybe I can help them get their memories back."