Jack Rackham (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jackrackham) wrote2019-11-02 06:13 pm
jackrackham) wrote2019-11-02 06:13 pm
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fashion wears out more apparel than the man (for eliot)
Jack looks down at the phone screen, frowning as he tries to figure out how to navigate the map that Eliot had sent him. In the end, he pulls up a static map instead and finds the appropriate street there. Eliot had said to leave his sword behind and, while he knows that is probably the most prudent decision given how few people in Darrow seem to be armed on a daily basis, it still makes him feel a little wary. This place is strange and he doesn't know what dangers to expect.
He keeps his dagger tucked into his belt. Hopefully Eliot won't object to that.
As he leaves, he tucks the scarf that Eliot had lent him around his neck. He'll have to return it today, but it proves useful on the walk over to the mall. He's familiar with the large building where Eliot had said to meet, but hadn't given much thought until now about what might be inside of it. Whatever is there, he feels better about having a little guidance at navigating it.
He spots Eliot and gives a brief wave to catch his attention before shoving his hands back into his coat pockets. Eliot looks just as put together as he had the last time Jack met him, but he notices the addition of a dark sweater under his coat. He thinks that he did make a good choice in asking Eliot for help with this. He could have found a warm coat on his own, but Eliot will know which coats are more fashionable than others. That, and he would like to learn a little more about him and his magic. He can still barely believe that magic exists, and he has a hard time picturing the sort of world that Eliot comes from.
He rounds his shoulders forward a bit and looks over at Eliot, nodding towards the building rather than stopping outside in the cold. "Thank you for your help," he says. "I appreciate it."
He keeps his dagger tucked into his belt. Hopefully Eliot won't object to that.
As he leaves, he tucks the scarf that Eliot had lent him around his neck. He'll have to return it today, but it proves useful on the walk over to the mall. He's familiar with the large building where Eliot had said to meet, but hadn't given much thought until now about what might be inside of it. Whatever is there, he feels better about having a little guidance at navigating it.
He spots Eliot and gives a brief wave to catch his attention before shoving his hands back into his coat pockets. Eliot looks just as put together as he had the last time Jack met him, but he notices the addition of a dark sweater under his coat. He thinks that he did make a good choice in asking Eliot for help with this. He could have found a warm coat on his own, but Eliot will know which coats are more fashionable than others. That, and he would like to learn a little more about him and his magic. He can still barely believe that magic exists, and he has a hard time picturing the sort of world that Eliot comes from.
He rounds his shoulders forward a bit and looks over at Eliot, nodding towards the building rather than stopping outside in the cold. "Thank you for your help," he says. "I appreciate it."
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He hefts his own coat back onto his elbow and looks for a bench to set the bags upon. “It doesn’t look like there’s a lot of big puffy down-filled numbers, though, so hopefully it won’t be too terribly bitter.” Milder than the winters up in the Hudson valley at Brakebills, he thinks. “So,” he says brightly, turning to Jack. “You really can’t go wrong with a good wool overcoat. Camel would look closer to what you have now, and be warmer and generally more expensive than plain wool, but then black goes with everything.” Eliot peers at the racks and runs his hands over the sleeves of various coats to find the softest weaves. “I suppose it depends on how much you want to spend on a coat in the first place?” He turns to look back at Jack, studying the length and color of the one he’s wearing. “It could be argued that I paid too much for mine but with my wardrobe I really only need the one piece of outerwear, anyway.” That, and it wasn’t real money in the first place.
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He holds the scarf out towards Eliot. "Thank you for this. It was much appreciated."
The sentiment is genuine. For as much as Jack has been confused by how much Eliot wants to help, he does appreciate the effort itself. The scarf had been particularly helpful, both for its warmth and because it had felt like a sign that Darrow isn't an entirely inhospitable place.
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Eliot tells himself he’s just being paranoid, overreacting because he doesn’t want to lose the opportunity for really interesting conversations. So he puts on an affable smile.
“It’s yours, if you like it,” he says, looking Jack over. “Honestly I’d only just gotten it and you’ve had it longer than I have at this point.” Which is true, he’d already been thinking of it as a gift, though he’s not entirely sure why. But that’s an odd thing to admit, so he continues explaining, carefully nonchalant. “Of course,” Eliot offers, “it’s good to have more than one scarf, we should look at more here, but I think this one suits you. You look rather good in gold.”
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"Thank you. Though you don't have to flatter me to get me to take it, it's a beautiful scarf." he smiles as he says it, but he doesn't really believe the compliment. Hadn't Eliot said that blue suited him before? And now it's gold? Flattery seems to be just part of how Eliot interacts with people. It's entirely possible that he hasn't really meant any of his compliments, but that's fine. He's probably just trying to smooth over the situation.
He redirects his attention to the racks of coats and pulls one off of a hanger to try it on. It's a little big and front comes around double-breasted, which seems cumbersome. He takes it off again and moves on.
"I have a yellow coat back home. Brocade, embroidered. Silk Tassels." he smiles a little, more genuine, as he flips through the comparatively drab coats in front of him. "That was after we'd taken the Urca De Lima. There was plenty of gold to go around, for a while."
He pulls out another coat, black and wool but with a nice lining. When he pulls it on, it fits well and feels warm. He buttons the front up, tucking the scarf in as he goes, then pulls at his unbuttoned shirt cuffs so that they come out the arms of the coat, creating a sort of faux ruffled cuff. "Well. This isn't bad."
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Eliot follows along at a short distance, conducting what feels like an anthropological observation as Jack browses. He can’t quite picture the coat Jack’s describing; the mention of tassels is disruptive enough that he can only imagine some monstrosity like a fringed-sleeved rodeo costume. But the fondness in Jack’s tone is endearing and conveys a sense that he likes nice things and has a rather adventurous sense of style, which Eliot can certainly appreciate.
The coat Jack seems to have landed on looks fine on him, and Eliot smiles to himself at the way he fusses with the cuffs of his shirt. He looks, Eliot realizes, like a vampire. Or a punk. Or a punk vampire. Which is not at all what Eliot had initially expected, but it does seem to work. “It’s nice,” he agrees, looking Jack over. “You’re not going to freeze to death, anyway.”
Eliot’s quiet for a moment, thinking about what Jack had said. “Urca de...Lima? Is that some sort of a ship?” It’s a guess, but a reasonable one based on the article and the way Jack had spoken of taking a prize back in the fitting rooms. The name doesn’t ring any bells but there’s no reason it should. Still, it would be interesting to hear about some actual pirating exploits. Eliot smiles and tilts his head, curious. “It sounds impressive.”