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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

You hear that?

That is the noise of Jack approaching the farm, European folk metal blaring out of the speakers of the Coraline. He had considered arriving at Ruth, but then he decided to screw that idea. Jack Hollins doesn't fear anything at the farm, dammit.

So he's driving up merrily, singing along with the radio.

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[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

That is one noticeable entrance!

Dick looks up and grins, and waves a hello. He's messing with his bike again, for lack of having anything else to do.

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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack grins back at him, taking in the bike and the messing and the possible existence of another person around.

"Ahoy," he says when he draws close. "I'm following Jo and Dean."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, the ghostbuster team." Dick's grin gets even more warm and welcoming. "That's fantastic. Thanks so much for coming! I'm Dick."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"The brother."

Jack pulls over and stops his truck, jumping out.

"I'm good for finding things. Mayhap I can track down the missing body."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"That would be awesome," Dick says, straightening up and leaning to stretch out his back. "I've had no luck, and I"m not such a bad detective." He looks grateful.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

There's something exaggerated in Jack's movements; deliberately looking casual body language. Like he's pretending at this whole pirate thing but is really good at it.

"I have an advantage," he assures Dick. "Where's the girl?"

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"Sparrow? She was inside, last I saw - the ghost part of her, anyway. Still no clue on the physical part." Dick wipes his hands clean on his pants, eyeing Jack curiously, and tilts his head towards the farmhouse. "You wanna get started now? You only just arrived..."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"I could stop for food," he suggests. Although that would also be outside. "Or mayhap I could just meet her."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick grins, glancing over to admit "Well, I'm all for right now. I'm worried about her - don't want her stuck like this any longer than she has to be. I'm just trying not to be pushy.

"I could dig up some grub while you meet her."

[tobeclosetohim]

That girl on the porch, hanging out in that brand new porch swing.

She's got a grin for the car that pulls up. Flicks up her sunglasses.



"Well, look what the cavalry drug in."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack bows extravagantly.

"Metropolis became suddenly quiet and dull."

[tobeclosetohim]

The bow gets a grin. She had been finding watching the grass blow annoying.

"Get my message?"

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Aye," Jack says, coming up to the porch in no more than two bounding steps.

"Mayhap I'd have followed you anyway."

[tobeclosetohim]

"I am addictive."

She says it with a smug smile, not shifting from her seat, but her eyes follow the bounce.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"You are."

She is. Jack would like to take a time out here and satiate his addiction to Jo.

Or, he'll just meet her at the swing, leaning over.

"How has your time been?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo tilted her head, looking up, cheek against the chain.

"Boring." Smirk, beat. "I'm watching the grass grow while waiting for this boy to show up and find me a body so I can do my job."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Well, he's here now."

So there. And Jack is amused by her choice of words.

"The ghost is inside?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

White fire, melting no snow when aimed at the ground, has been lighting up the training yard every few seconds for the past half-hour as Oliver exercises.

As Jack arrives, Oliver is pulling his gloves on, breathing heavily as he walks to the farmhouse.

The truck and its occupant get a frown.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

The trainee and his gloves, on the other hand, get a bright grin and a wave as Jack hops out of the truck.

Although the grin does not really spread past the mouth. It's just a confident, highly amused baring of the teeth.

"How goes the training?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Oliver never looks fondly on his younger days - except when it comes to physical strength. In his 20s a half-hour's hard exercise barely made him break a sweat. (Well, at least he wasn't quite so winded.)

Stiffly, "Well enough." It's all he can manage in between breaths.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack, on the other hand, is in his 20s and at the peak of his physical fitness. He continues to smirk, coming round the front of the Coraline and resting on her hood.

"Aye, wouldn't want to be caught lax, would ye?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head, apparently not thinking that an answer so obvious deserves a verbal response.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"And the farm's been keeping well in my absense?"

All the time Jack's studying Oliver, with the expression he'd usually keep for law enforcement in his favourite ports: a known enemy who he will tolerate until their paths cross directly.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

Beyond the recent physical exertions, the circles under his eyes say he hasn't slept well - but his posture and bearing say he's on alert now.

"How are the roads?" he asks after a moment.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Well," Jack says cheerfully. "Plenty to keep a restless man occupied."