Re: Places and plans. Pt : 2
Everybody called him One Eyed Jack, for obvious reasons, his name was Jack, and he only had one eye. He'd lost it in one of many bar fights during his time as a marine in Vietnam, and now wore a patch. One Eyed Jack looked quite fierce, with his battered face and short, mostly trimmed beard, but like most appearances, it was deceiving. He was one of the kindest people Solitaire had ever met, and reminded him of her father in some ways. He was a massive, bear of a man, and despite his age there was something quite formidable about him.
"Aw, Jen, you made it." He rumbled in his deep voice. "Good thing too, we're always short handed."
That bit of it wasn't calculated, but it worked well enough anyway, there was no reason to go easier on her volunteers.
"Of course Jack, you know I like to check in when I can. Is there anything you need while I'm here?"
The 'Jennifer' persona technically owned the place, paying for it out of a moderate inheritance and using it for research purposes for her sociology degree at the nearby university, but she left it in Jacks care most of the time. He was one of her success stories, though he didn't know it. He'd lived a hard life, it had made him strong, capable, determined. To be honest, Solitaire thought he could go so much higher than he was now. But he'd elected to stay where he was, she respected that. Homeless more often than not since he'd come back from 'Nam, Jack both knew exactly what those the place server were going though, and was an exceptional scrounger, which was good, because keeping the place running required all of his considerable talent. All he'd needed was a hand to help him up after all the times the world had kicked his feet out from under him, he could stand on his own.
"'Eater's on the fritz again, as usual, King took a look at it, but she couldn' find the problem." Jack replied, and both of them looked over at the closet that housed the furnace, it coughed and rattled as if to emphasize his point. Nobody, including Laura King, the resident handy-woman had ever found the problem.
Laura King was an interesting case, Solitaire was withholding judgment on her for the moment. Some people called her 'Suicide' King, due to her many attempts to kill herself, none of which had yet succeeded, but nobody around here. The last person to do so had got himself bodily thrown out by Jack, these people were a tight knit little community, and though Solitaire tried to subtly encourage this, she was unsure how common the trend might be other places. She was getting better, but the process was slow, and she still carried a palpable aura of despair around with her, but given time, and a goal to work toward, Solitaire thought she would make it.
"I'll see if I can get somebody down to look at it again." Solitaire said wistfully, as if she was tired of the problem as well. "I do hope its not serious, I can't afford to replace it, I'm barely making tuition as is."
"What ye can do is enough, Jen, ye pay the bills already, we'll get by, we always do."
"I know Jack, I just wish I could do more." She did, she really did. The painful part was that she could. It would be so easy, trivial even, to do more, but it wasn't what these people needed.
"I know you do." He said, and the way he smiled at her, completely trustingly, unaware of the necessary deceptions, broke her heart.
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