hai, mr. jack? -open-

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

hey mr. jack is that the truth of your demise
hey mr. jack is that the trick of your disguise
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Jack watched as another woman in kitten heels, a pencil skirt, a tight blouse and an elegant jacket looked him up and down, sniffed, and then stuck her nose up in the air. This is exactly why he isn't a big London fan. Sure, he was making money here, not that he really needed it, and the background music for this studio that he was being contracted for rocked in all senses of the word, but really! He should be able to walk in any part of this place without getting looks that told him he should be a bug that needed to be squashed quickly. He was only in jeans for god's sake. He should have worn shorts! Watch them resist the urge to scream at him in amusement. The bass guitar that resided in it's not cheap case on his back would have added extra damage if he wore it just right on his shoulder. Right now he was wearing it protectivly, for it was a very special and very important instrument. It was also more than most of these high and mighty women's cars. It was his baby, he must cradle it accordingly.

He stopped to watch his hotel's waterfall show that happened every hour. It played a pretty classical tune as the water rose and fell in time with the music. Beautiful, but Jack had already watched it a hundred times. He more stopped to watch the little children watching it in excitement, seeming to never get bored. I must bring that god son of mine here, one day, if Lily would allow me. He missed his little self proclaimed heir. James was six now, and quite the hell raiser. Most of the money he raised as a musician went to Lily, his mother, despite her protests. James' father had been in Jack's group in high school. A slut, like himself. He wouldn't even bother to help Lily out, so Jack did. She said she didn't need it, but Jack knew what it was like to not have a lot, so, he gave her everything he could for both her's and James' sake. You could say he felt resposible for not being able to convince the father to actually fill the role as a father. He'd have to go visit them next week to hang out with James so Lily could go out. That boy needed a father, and Jack wasn't a good enough father-figure for him. Shame really, James really was a good kid.

Something hit him in the shoulder, demanding his attention from his thoughts. It was a coin, he didn't see what type, and it rolled down the street and into a sewer line. A little girl watched it with him, and started to sniffle at the loss of the coin. Jack's heart broke a little watching her, it must have been precious to her, and knelt down to see if he could get it. This was going to be gross, of course, and he was going to get some funny looks, but at least he didn't have to see a little girl pout. He hated pouting. He peered in between the metal slits of the cover and spotted the big silver coin immediatly. With a smile at the little girl, he stuck his hand in, bit his lip and felt around for a bit, and then pulled out the coin, which had thankfully only been sitting in a small pool of water. He wiped it clean on his pants and held it out to the girl.

A hardly existant french accent made it's self noticeable in his words to her. “Here you are, petite chere.” He didn't speak French often anymore, but occasionally it was just something he thought fit better than any word in English could. The little girl came to him slowly and carefully slid her coin from his fingers, a shy smile crossing her face. "Thank you, sir." Her voice was small, and quiet, to match her sweet blue eyes and brown curl. Jack smiled, and stood up, watching her skip back to her parents, who were watching him very carefully. He tipped his head towards them and turned sharply around...

... right into someone. “Oh! I'm so sorry!” His cheeks turned red as he focused his eyes on the figure now in front of him.

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[lillian elise adler]

<sub>Lily sighed deeply as she finished getting dressed after showering and blow drying her hair so that it was dry. Her hair fell in soft, strawberry blond curls past her thin shoulders, , covering half of her face as she finished by putting on her tiny ankle boots. Biting her lower lip, she glanced back at the sleeping form in her bed, the sheets a tangled mess around him as his chest moved up and down with his even breathing. Deep down, the little girl inside her broke a little more and cried a little more than before. He was in his early forties, used to have kind and loving eyes, dirty blond hair, and had abs harder than steal. All things a girl could be looking for. Security, money, everything...

Only, he was her father. Naked. Sleeping on her bed after having slept with her...

Honestly, Lily felt disgusted with herself, and had been since she was eleven years old. But this was something that couldn't be helped. What happened happened. She just dealt with it by smiling and waving off the pesky angel sitting on her shoulder. She didn't love him. She knew she didn't...

No one ever really loves a rapist.

Running her fingers through her hair, she stood, grabbing the packet of marbolo reds in the night stand along with the zippo lighter before she slipped out the door, not bothering to look back. She walked out of the hotel, having been living on the entire top floor suite for the past three weeks since she couldn't travel around by plane at the moment because of the ever growing it in her stomach. She was only two months, so her belly was still perfectly flat...for now. As the outside air hit her, she took a deep breath and, hesitantly, pulled out a stick, getting ready to light it as she walked across the street to the fountains. Instead, she sort of just kept the stick between her plump lips, too hesitant to really do anything. She knew that by lighting it, she could potentially lose the baby...Even if the father of the baby was her own father...She was giving up another life.

She got a few stares as she stood by the fountain and she so wished she could glare at them to make them leave her alone, but that was the price of being a world known designer-and a very praised one on top of that. It was funny, considering she worked for designing apparel for Ms. Devereaux and once she left her company to start her own, her sale had dropped increasingly. That was a little over a month ago. In that time span, Lily already had her first fashion show up and was already working on her second, both small lines and collections before she could really take off and go big. But even with small collections....

The fashion world was gobbling her up as a new fish in a big pond, but they all seemed to, instead of hate her, either envy her or praise her. To them, she was the next big thing. To her, she was just doing what she loved: designing clothes.

And then, just as she was about to light up her cancer stick while walking, someone ran right into her, making her drop her lighter and her packet onto the floor, thankfully not making it spill over. She managed to hold onto the cancer stick between her lips and she caught herself before she could actually fall over.

Then came the words and she looked up to see someone she didn't recognize at all, which was a given, "It's alright...ja?" her accent was a mixture of french(from living in france for so long), german (since that was where she was raised) and spanish (because she knew the language and spoke it regularly with her grandmother). She didn't look him straight in the eyes as she bent over to pick up what she dropped and ended up putting the cancer stick right back in the packet. She took him bumping into her as a sign she shouldn't do it, "I should have watched where I was going anyways," she finally looked him straight in the face and gave him a soft and heart warming smile. Maybe it was that stupid pregnancy that was making her maternal...Or maybe she was just naturally like that.</sub>

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