Jack Sullivan

[Jack Sullivan]

He slowly opened one eye as he glanced about the room, his view was fuzzy, but still manageable to take in the surroundings. "Ahhh," he let out an annoyed sigh, "Where'd yeh fine meh?" he questioned looking over to the men standing over him.

A voice came from behind them, a faint muffled sound protruding from the man, as if he were wearing a mask, "We found you in the docks district, some men dropped you off in front of the gates to the district, said you did not have a bill on you, and that they saw you come from here. Unfortunately we have little choice but taking you in here, since we do not have a bill on back store for yourself."

Jack rubbed his eyes and looked over, raising himself off the stiff cot, although it was more comfortable than the brothel beds in the docks. "Well then sweet'art, yeh mine tell'in meh when I beh gittin' tha opportunity tah leave 'ere?"

The Doctor look the man over, bruises sitting on his body as if he had been in a brawl prior to entering the district, he looked down on him almost, like he was a common street thug. "When time permits, we are going to need your name however, for record purposes." Jack let out a chuckle, a sly grin sprawling over his face, "O'course mate, meh names Jack, Jack Sullivan, Oi been work'in in tha docks fer a while naw, and I also took par' in a few brawls in tha bahrs, you could say I beh a pugilist, but I beh think'in its not "politically correct" since Oi beh finding mehself 'ere."

The Chief Provost gave him a faint nod, "We'll we of course had to take your possession and burn them, and I'm sure you are understanding of that." Jack chuckled faintly, "Riot, Riot," He paused for a moment, "Shite! tha' was meh favorite shirt! it was the one without tha blood!" Emilio gave a slight grin, though hidden behind the serialized surgical mask, "Well when we found you, it had blood on it, so I'm sure we can give you a new "un-bloodied" shirt. Your free to go Mister Sullivan, we will send you word after our work is done. Hopefully you were just caught without your papers."

Jack gave him a shit eating grin letting out a chuckle, "We'll I'm sure sitting 'ere ah scream'in at yeh 'bout 'avin one will not 'elp the sitiation." He raised himself from the cot, making his way for the door, "Decus I beh pray'in tah yeh tha' thar beh some ale 'er whiskey 'ere tah drink!"

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