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Jack Bristow
17 November 2005 @ 05:00 pm

OOC: Okay, I am writing this to take place about 2 or 3 weeks after Ashley's birth, and you'll see with this is going as we go (Jack is at home btw)...


A purring cat jumped to sit down beside Jack as he picked up the phone and began dialing Arica's number...

Jack Bristow
26 September 2005 @ 03:12 pm
OOC:The following was written [with aricamuse] sometime ago in relation to the cia_boston roleplaying group in which Jack has developed a friendship with Arica Weiss, the wife of Agent Eric Weiss. In this RP, it's been about two years since Sydney "died" and she's never come back in this version of events, and in this universe, Jack is very much still grieving for his daughter.

Arica looked up, smiling at seeing Jack Bristow in the doorway...Collapse )
Jack Bristow
01 July 2005 @ 07:13 pm
As of today, I no longer play Jack Bristow in theatrical_muse because I missed posting a reply for last month's questions.

If you want to unfriend me, that's fine but I am not the person playing Jack in theatrical_muse anymore...
Jack Bristow
05 June 2005 @ 10:44 am
1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Go to http://images.google.com and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results -- don't tell me the word.
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.
Jack Bristow
27 May 2005 @ 02:56 pm

If you could meet any famous personality, living or dead, and smack them in the head with a large trout, who would it be?

Milo Rambaldi.

If I could meet the Milo Rambaldi, I wouldn’t just hit the man over the head with a large trout, I would shoot him in the head. If you have to ask why would I shoot this so-called prophet in the head, then clearly you do not know the grief he has caused me, and more importantly, the anguish he has caused my daughter.

Sydney lost two years of her life because the Covenant used her, among other things, to collect the Rambaldi artifacts they couldn’t otherwise get to.

Then there is the matter of what Milo Rambaldi has done to Arvin Sloane, the man I once considered to be my closest friend and confidante inside the intelligence world. Arvin wasn’t always like what he has become in his pursuit of all things to do with Rambaldi. There was a time I could trust him to watch my back, and with my life. But now because of his obsession any morals he once had are gone, and I certainly cannot trust the man who allowed such an obsession to recruit my daughter into this life.

Name: Jack Bristow | Fandom: Alias

Jack Bristow
10 May 2005 @ 11:43 pm
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Jack Bristow
30 April 2005 @ 10:39 pm

Jack wasn't sure he knew the meaning of the word any longer. Trust had been robbed from him most of his adult life. And he had, in turn, robbed others of their trust. He'd trusted Irina. He'd trusted Sloane. Every time he'd put himself out there he'd been burned.

And then there was Sydney. He'd hurt her so badly. He'd allowed her to get brought into SD-6. Not his direct fault but if he'd been a father, if he'd been in her life more, maybe he could have saved her the pain she suffered. Maybe he'd still be a father now. It wasn't right that a parent should bury their child... The guilt of that weighed heavily on his heart and always would. He couldn't escape it.

Even a move to Boston wouldn't change the pain that was there. It wouldn't change that he couldn't trust anyone. In short, it wouldn't change him.

And he wasn't sure he ever could truly trust again. Even his comrades... He didn't dare even hope that he could. Loss of trust was in some ways worse than death... Loss of trust forever tormented your soul.

Current Music: I Grieve - Peter Gabriel
Jack Bristow
10 March 2005 @ 01:32 am
Leave a comment. I'll ask you five questions, you post the answers in your journal and leave me a comment with a link to the answers. Then let your friends request five questions from you.

[OOC: They can be character specific questions or general ones]
Jack Bristow
Describe what your "happily ever after" would be like.

My happily ever after would have been a perfect world in which the woman I married was actually the person who she claimed to be. In this perfect world, the woman I married would have actually been Laura Bristow, who loved nineteenth century literature for its beauty and not for the KGB assassination orders encoded inside.

In this perfect world Irina Derevko never would have existed, and my daughter never would have lost her mother at such an early age, a loss that was quickly followed with the loss of her father.

For on the day that Laura Bristow died a good deal of who I was as a person then died along with her. I changed that day, becoming less open with my emotions even as I became more cynical, more calculating, and more cold as I am certain some would say.

And in this perfect world, my daughter never would have become a spy. The life of a spy, even in the service of one’s country is not one I would have chosen for Sydney, for the constant lies one must tell and deceptions one must keep slowly, utterly destroy the soul, piece by piece.

Since there is no possibility of any of these things ever being undone I suppose I am past a happily ever after - it is too late for my life but perhaps it is not a forgone possibility for Sydney’s.

Jack Bristow
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