livingthestory: RP: Jake and Snake ;)

Jacob Grimm (

livingthestory) wrote,
@ 2006-08-09 20:32:00

Current location:	a bar somewhere in the meta-ether
Current mood:	anxious
Entry tags:	ic post, roleplaying

RP: Jake and Snake ;)
Jacob took a tentative first sip of the ale set on the bar for him, casting his glance around the room. Despite his initial enthusiastic entry into this...place...he was quiet tonight, an automatic reverent silence for the stories he was preparing to hear.

He opened his notebook, flipping through the pages of notes he'd taken over the last few days. Gods, devils, guardians, and everything in between. And then this Snake fellow, saying he had stories that would surprise him. Jake was eager to hear them.

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_call_me_snake_
2006-08-08 12:15 pm UTC (link)

Snake had been watching this place once Jake had named it for thier meeting spot. Paranoia was a necessity in his life for sheer survival but to his relief it seemed to be a quiet bar. Snake walked in without drawing attention to himself and ordered a drink before joining Jake at the other end of the bar. He was going to need a lot of strong drinks if he was going to tell what he had originally decided.

Nice place.

He commented off hand as he looked at the other patrons. He wasn't much for greetings either at least not tonight.

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livingthestory
2006-08-08 12:23 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't even seen the other man walk in, so he started a little and looked up from his notes when he heard Snake's voice. Then he gave a small smile. "Yes, I thought so."

Jake shifted a little on the stool where he sat and took another drink. He was anxious to jump right into the reason they'd met here, but Snake--for various other qualities besides his name--didn't seem like the kind of person who appreciated being rushed. "Of course, being rather new here, I just picked out a place that felt... familiar." The bar did indeed have the feeling of a 19th-century pub: knotted wood, low lighting, hushed conversation.

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_call_me_snake_
2006-08-08 12:57 pm UTC (link)

It's dark, i like it. Snake smiled and motioned toward one of the empty booths. We're going to be here a while, prefer my ass didn't go numb on a barstool.

He was trying to lighten the mood and relax the man sitting on the stool. Snake could sense the tension in his companion and it sparked that predator-prey drive deep inside Snake. He refrained from heeding its call knowing most people, men anyway, were uncomfortable in his presence until he started talking or relaxed from his usual mood.

He didn't wait for Jake he walked toward the booth purposely picking one that allowed him to sit with his back to the wall and gave him a good view of the bar. Simply being in a defendable position away from the middle of the room visibly relaxed Snake.

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	livingthestory 2006-08-08 02:04 pm UTC (link)
	Jake hesitated only a moment, then picked up his drink and his book and followed Snake. After a few seconds of silence sitting at the table--and seeing how the other man had seemed to relax some--Jacob made the decision to speak up. "So you said you had..." He searched for the exact words. "...folk stories." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	_call_me_snake_ 2006-08-08 02:08 pm UTC (link)
	You won't call it that when I'm done but yeah, a story. Snake lit a cigarette and took a long drink before he looked back over at Jake. You ever hear... "For the end times shall come and Lucifer’s son shall walk the earth cloaked in the flesh of a man until all God’s creation is undone."? (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	livingthestory 2006-08-08 02:15 pm UTC (link)
	Jacob thought a moment as he took a drink, eyes squinting behind his glasses. "Not those words specifically, but I assume you're talking about the antichrist?" He dipped his quill in the inkwell and hovered it over a blank page, ready to write. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	_call_me_snake_ 2006-08-08 02:16 pm UTC (link)
	Snake nodded. That's the one. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	livingthestory 2006-08-08 02:20 pm UTC (link)
	"...Well, what about him?" He was relaxing a bit now himself, getting into the rhythm of question and answer. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	_call_me_snake_ 2006-08-08 02:25 pm UTC (link)
	Snake took a long drag from his cigarette. Question is, how much you want to know about the man? (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

livingthestory
2006-08-08 02:35 pm UTC (link)

Jake's eyes widened and he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "So you've met him?" But he was getting ahead of himself here. "Well... that is, I do know many of the theories. Mark of the beast, winning souls over to hell with great works... Anti-Papists have called about every Pope in history the Antichrist, Emperor Nero's cited a lot as well..." He waved his free hand and shrugged, indicating that he could go on. "What have, um. What do you know?" He'd almost asked 'what have you heard,' but the way Snake was acting suggested knowledge more than theory.

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	_call_me_snake_ 2006-08-08 02:38 pm UTC (link)
	You could say that. Snake sighed hearing all the rambling about the Antichrist. He'd read all of that before. Everything. There was confidence in Snake's voice. A certainty as clear as when he stated his name. Where you want me to start? (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	livingthestory 2006-08-08 02:43 pm UTC (link)
	Jake found he had to take a drink before he said anything else. It seemed a good number of people around here had a great amount of either power or knowledge, and Jake, for better or worse, still felt overwhelmed by it. "Well," he started, adjusting once more in his seat, getting ready to write again. "Who is he, I suppose? If he's even a specific person." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

_call_me_snake_
2006-08-08 02:50 pm UTC (link)

Snake wrestle for a moment between being blunt and playing games with the man before him. In the end the later seemed to be more amusing.

He was born in South Dakota, 1967. His father was in Vietnam when he was born. The boy was already a year old by the time his father came home missing part of his hand. the family was strong in the military, all the wars; father in Nam, Grandfather in Korea and World War II, Great Grandparents in the first World War. They already had plans for him to follow family tradition.

Snake paused to take a drink and order another.

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livingthestory
2006-08-08 02:56 pm UTC (link)

Finally he started to take notes: South Dakota. 1967. Father missing part of hand. World wars and so on. He didn't recognize the any of the place names, but there would be time for that later; more interesting things were at hand.

"Suppose that makes sense," he said half to himself, but still loud enough for Snake to hear, "Military position and all. Is that, er. Where you met him? In the army?" He glanced up at Snake's eye patch.

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_call_me_snake_
2006-08-08 03:02 pm UTC (link)

No but he did go on to the miitary. He started ROTC at 12. World War III broke out while he was in college. A year later he was commissioned into the Air Force as a Lieutenant and pilot. He chose to go in and he always wanted to be a fighter pilot so the draft didn't bother him. His best friend Taylor went with him and became the Sargent of his squadron.

Snake put out his cigarette and took another drink. Didn't take long for everyone to realize this 20 year old hot shot for nowhere was made for war. He was the best, better then anyone had ever seen.

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	livingthestory 2006-08-08 03:06 pm UTC (link)
	More notes. He'd have to ask about these 'World Wars' later on, too. "So what happened next?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

_call_me_snake_
2006-08-08 03:16 pm UTC (link)

He started getting decorated, Medals of Honor and a Purple Heart for taking a bullet during the rescue of a Commander that went wrong. He became a national hero and gave people hope.

Back home in the states things were bad. They had bombed many of the cities with poison gas. It took people's mind slowly turning then to mad animals. Cannibals ruled the streets at night, the gas crazies were spreading.

Snake took a deep breath and tried not to let what he was saying bother him.

About this time he started falling for a woman in his squadron. Sophia Karsonova, a Russian, same as they were fighting. They called her the Russian Geisha, pale, cold and beautiful. They were already friends but things change under pressure when you are constantly fighting to protect one another on the battle front.

Snake had to stop talking and started at his drink before downing the whole thing. Talking about Sophia still hurt even after so long.

He also took the wound that would change his life. During an assassination mission he was shot and lay dying from infection. He started to dream about a man in the hospital. He told the young man his people would betray him. Everyone considered it a miracle when he got up from the hospital bed. It was as if the infection had disappeared over night.

	livingthestory 2006-08-12 02:47 pm UTC (link)
	"And I'm guessing they didn't stay cool?" Jake would have been surprised if they had. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	livingthestory 2006-08-12 03:32 pm UTC (link)
	Jake tilted his head to one side at the mention of the 'lost' years. "Lost 2000 years?" he asked once Snake had finished talking. "Is she some kind of immortal?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	livingthestory 2006-08-14 11:11 am UTC (link)
	"Hmm," was Jacob's only comment as he pondered over that last bit. "Is there more?" he asked, leaning forward curiously. "Or have we reached the present for now?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	_call_me_snake_ 2006-08-14 12:40 pm UTC (link)
	We are to last year. Snake shrugged. Not unless you want to hear a bit about Lucifer, Ares or any of the others I've met since... Snake paused. Maybe I should tell you about the woman who has fallen in love with him? (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	livingthestory 2006-08-14 01:17 pm UTC (link)
	A very interested look lit up Jacob's face. "Please," he prompted, getting ready to write again. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

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