0. intensive care (cw: description of torture and disembowelment) | closed Jackie's heard that when you die, your brain shoots off a bunch of random neurons, and he knows he's dying, because Tong had just taken that machete and gutted him like Mrs. Chu gutted fish in the kitchen of the Golden Koi. She'd recruited the gang to help sometimes, ordering Winston and Conroy and Vincent and Duke and Wei (sorry Wei sorry Wei I'm so sorry Wei don't get hurt because of me I'm sorry) to put their knife skills to use, improve them, and Winston, mama's boy that he was, would always round them up to help.
Winston. Winston and Peggy and Vincent and Mimi and Dogeyes he'll see them soon he'll hug Winston he'll punch Dogeyes he'll tell Mimi all about her brother and he hopes Wei won't join them anytime soon because Wei needs to stay alive and not join them in Hell not yet not until Tong and Big Smile Lee are there too and not for years and years because he deserves to live and if anyone can survive this fuckfest it's Wei Shen, his best friend, the strongest man he's ever known.
Jackie hazily feels his torture wounds being attended to. The drill to his knee, the broken fingers, the scalpel cuts, everything that Tong did to him to try and make him flip on Wei. Hou sei la lei, you motherfucker. You’ll never get me to roll over on Wei. Never! He’s no fucking cop!
There's no pain in his stomach. Maybe it's too deep to hurt.
He wakes again, shackled (up to the pipe before Tong sank that machete in deep, being taunted, but no now he's on the floor not dislocating his shoulders what's going on), and he can hear voices. Someone comes up to him, giving him something strange and introducing herself as Karsa, explaining things that are hard for him to follow. He does his best to absorb the information, even though it makes almost no sense. Is this what Hell is like?
It gets easier. He still hurts. His clothes are still bloodied. But his stomach is whole, and his injuries are largely healed. He's told what to do, and, still feeling bamboozled, goes along with it. Nobody's trying to hurt him. Yet.
1. initiation | open to the Macaluso brawlers The mask is weird. The clothes are weirder. It's like something out of a movie he never paid much attention to - nothing as easy to move in as what he's used to. There are too many buttons, and he misses the loops a couple of times and needs to do it again. The clothes are heavy and hot and would never work in Hong Kong.
He's got his orders; either to try and get the gang to give up their attack on Vannozza's wing, or help rescue her if and when the doors are breached.
"Oh, man, this sucks," he mutters under his breath.
2. vendor extortion | open to team fire water At least Jackie missed out on being poisoned. Phew. Since hunting is something he's never done before, he decides to go look for the people in the seedy parts of the city. He grew up in Old Prosperity; this is where he's comfortable. He's talking to all the criminals and thieves he can find. In his old clothes, his Triad tattoos are visible, and criminal markers are identifiable anywhere. He definitely doesn't have the look of a reputable guy.
Yeah, he'd wanted to leave that life behind, but maybe he can do that once he's helped people not die of being poisoned. It's better than being in it for your own gain.
He runs up to the nearest person he recognizes in passing. "Hey, you found anything?"
Jackie Ma | Sleeping Dogs | he literally just got here after the poisoning, please be nice to him
Jackie's heard that when you die, your brain shoots off a bunch of random neurons, and he knows he's dying, because Tong had just taken that machete and gutted him like Mrs. Chu gutted fish in the kitchen of the Golden Koi. She'd recruited the gang to help sometimes, ordering Winston and Conroy and Vincent and Duke and Wei (sorry Wei sorry Wei I'm so sorry Wei don't get hurt because of me I'm sorry) to put their knife skills to use, improve them, and Winston, mama's boy that he was, would always round them up to help.
Winston. Winston and Peggy and Vincent and Mimi and Dogeyes he'll see them soon he'll hug Winston he'll punch Dogeyes he'll tell Mimi all about her brother and he hopes Wei won't join them anytime soon because Wei needs to stay alive and not join them in Hell not yet not until Tong and Big Smile Lee are there too and not for years and years because he deserves to live and if anyone can survive this fuckfest it's Wei Shen, his best friend, the strongest man he's ever known.
Jackie hazily feels his torture wounds being attended to. The drill to his knee, the broken fingers, the scalpel cuts, everything that Tong did to him to try and make him flip on Wei. Hou sei la lei, you motherfucker. You’ll never get me to roll over on Wei. Never! He’s no fucking cop!
There's no pain in his stomach. Maybe it's too deep to hurt.
He wakes again, shackled (up to the pipe before Tong sank that machete in deep, being taunted, but no now he's on the floor not dislocating his shoulders what's going on), and he can hear voices. Someone comes up to him, giving him something strange and introducing herself as Karsa, explaining things that are hard for him to follow. He does his best to absorb the information, even though it makes almost no sense. Is this what Hell is like?
It gets easier. He still hurts. His clothes are still bloodied. But his stomach is whole, and his injuries are largely healed. He's told what to do, and, still feeling bamboozled, goes along with it. Nobody's trying to hurt him. Yet.
1. initiation | open to the Macaluso brawlers
The mask is weird. The clothes are weirder. It's like something out of a movie he never paid much attention to - nothing as easy to move in as what he's used to. There are too many buttons, and he misses the loops a couple of times and needs to do it again. The clothes are heavy and hot and would never work in Hong Kong.
He's got his orders; either to try and get the gang to give up their attack on Vannozza's wing, or help rescue her if and when the doors are breached.
"Oh, man, this sucks," he mutters under his breath.
2. vendor extortion | open to team fire water
At least Jackie missed out on being poisoned. Phew. Since hunting is something he's never done before, he decides to go look for the people in the seedy parts of the city. He grew up in Old Prosperity; this is where he's comfortable. He's talking to all the criminals and thieves he can find. In his old clothes, his Triad tattoos are visible, and criminal markers are identifiable anywhere. He definitely doesn't have the look of a reputable guy.
Yeah, he'd wanted to leave that life behind, but maybe he can do that once he's helped people not die of being poisoned. It's better than being in it for your own gain.
He runs up to the nearest person he recognizes in passing. "Hey, you found anything?"