House of Weird

RP-post: Memo from COD

2006-10-12T14:49:47Z

To: Lt. Reynaldo Curtis, Det. John Harper

From: Chief of Detectives Ronald Nagler

RE: Transfer of Personnale

There is a desk open in the Staten Island Homicide squad, and Detective Harper's request for transfer has been put through. He is to report to Captain Stopler on Monday October 16, 2006 with all transfer paperwork complete.

Private

2006-09-27T15:41:52Z

I've been staying at Millie's for awhile since she wanted me to, since Mike is gone. It's really only for her, I wouldn't have had a problem staying by myself at home, even with Caro gone. I do miss her, but it's not a crippling thing, since it won't be long until she's back. It might have looked like I was trying to distract myself with work over the weekend, but... I really DID have that much work. It was lame...I hate weekend work.

It is dangerous for them to be over there in Columbia, but face it..the whole job is dangerous. Life is fucking dangerous, I knew that when I was 13. Maybe it's something bad, like surpressing worries that the shrinks say or something, but I miss Caro...and I know she'll be back.

The Real Update

2006-09-22T05:14:53Z

Ok, so this is a real update, rather than a post that just repeats the word update. And that smiley whatever it was seriously did have changing eyes. It was creepy. I was disturbed. I think it was an alien. Proof of intelligent life forms? Or...at least... lifeforms? Why do we say that anyway, chances are if we meet other "intelligent life", they're going to be a hell of a lot smarter than us, so... but... I digress...

Not much has really been happening, or at least not much that's worth a whole post to be discussed about. Or disgusted. One of the two. Hence why I haven't said much. But I'm still alive, and for those of you who heard, I was in the hospital a couple of weeks ago. No, it wasn't a big deal, don't worry about it, it was only overnight, I was fine then, I'm fine now. There were no red jello incidents there either.

The Office Depot God has still be shitting all over my desk. I come in and there's a progressively growing stack of papers. I think it's gotten worse since Lieutenant Curtis came in. I believe that's a bad thing. Also, I think I've been dubbed SVU's official scribe. If they want to make me write shit on the board, they can deal with the way I write it. And no, my handwriting really isn't that bad. You just need to stand on your head to read it.

David, Karl and I had a long game of Unreal Tournament last night. I successfully kicked their asses on several levels, until we got to that stupid castle. From there it went downhill. Between that stupid castle and the high-rise level, I think my player died more times than all of them combined on ALL levels (it was really that sad) just by falling off the edge. Appearntly I have altitude and balance issues on the computer.

Update

2006-09-22T04:44:54Z

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Promotional Video

2006-08-27T03:27:50Z

That's right.

OOC: Little late on the chibis

2006-08-21T01:47:12Z

evilJack:

Football??

2006-07-25T00:47:32Z

I met Isa a few days ago and got to carry her home after both her and Millie fell asleep. She's so tiny, but the nose really is unmistakable. Anyway, that was fun. She's a cute kid, I need to teach her to go arrrrrr, since sticking tongues out is a fun game too.

Then today, Frankie and I had a small paper wad war. Somehow, the football is gone. I suspect that perhaps Munch took it to Russia. Which would be odd, but...whatever.

Caro is still quiet about things, and I'm not entirely sure how to help her. Isabel made her upset. Not so much in a way of like a little kid doing mean stuff since...she can't do that yet, but.. Autumn. She had told me about her before, but I didn't know much, and..now I know more. But I don't know how to help.

Frankie's desk chair is now covered with blank yellow post-it notes.

Desk of Jack Harper

2006-07-16T20:36:48Z

Close to the Captain's office, there's a desk baring the name plate: Det. Jack Harper. It's covered in papers, several stacks of them. There's a lamp above the nameplate and a closed black IBM laptop off to one side. A potatohead wearing stormtrooper gear, Spudtrooper, stands guard inbetween the nameplate and the lamp, and a silly putty sculpture sits on top of his helmet. Next to the computer is a NYPD coffee mug with various pens and pencils. There is a desk phone with a red light flashing, indicating messages waiting to be listened to.

(OOC: I thought that this would be a nice place for people to leave notes or phone messages and stuff, especially if people aren't on aim, you can do it here. Anyone else is welcome to put up a description of their desk, please link it somewhere in your journal or make it appear on top if you do so we can find it. Thanks :D)

Home Again

2006-07-15T07:44:59Z

My brother David gave me a ride home from the hospital yesterday. I'm glad to be home...I can't stand hospitals. But um..I guess I'll be out of work for a little while, which is more of David's orders than mine. Anyway, I'm out, and I'll live and all that.

Hey Mike and Millie, congradulations. I do want to meet Isa soon.

I hate hospitals so much. I kept sleeping because of the medication, but.. that meant that I'd keep dreaming too. I didn't want to sleep then, I wanted to go home. I hate it there. It's too white, and too clean. That smell... I remember too much of it. Haunting. I still dream about it. Too many hospital memories, and all of them horrible. At least Caro was there...

Private Post

2006-07-05T09:30:52Z

So.. went dancing on Saturday with Caro, Enrico and Alex Cabot. That was fun. We haven't been out in awhile, not to mention the last time there was dancing was the wedding, so that was fun. I like dancing, it's different. It's a challenge, leading can be hard, but it's also good. I don't know, I've always liked dance I guess, I think I know the reason, but it's hard to explain.

Today, Millie asked me to be Isabel's Godfather. I told her that I'd make her an offer that she couldn't refuse. But, so.. both Caro and I are her godparents. I am very happy for both of them, with Isabel. I know that things haven't been so good lately, that's what Millie was telling me, about her brother. I hope it does turn out ok.

Enrico popped over and helped me sort though a shitload of papers. I worked out a good filing system, the Important pile. Not-so-important. Goes-to-Stabler (anything too weird to comprehend). Aliens. Can-wait-for-the-next-millenia. Spam. and Munch-put-this-on-my-desk. There was a surprising amount of spam and I swear one day there might actually BE a can of spam on my desk. I won't eat it. Spam is nasty.

Things have been good otherwise. Busy, but good. It sounds morbid and whatnot, but..I'm almost waiting for the ball to drop. I guess maybe I've always accepted that stuff can only be good for so long before it turns to shit, because that's usually what happens. I always hope I'm wrong. Somehow I never am...

More "Working"

2006-07-05T08:59:53Z

SFPDAcosta: ::Walks into the 1-6 and looks around for Jack.::
NYPDDet Harper: *sitting at his desk with his feet up, piles of papers all around including his lap, and on the floor around him, going through things and sorting them out..sort of*
SFPDAcosta: ::smirks a little and walks over to Jack's desk, picking up a file on the desk and looking under it:: Jack here anywhere?
NYPDDet Harper: Uh..nope. I'm not here, I've been buried. Again.
SFPDAcosta: Damn. Was gonna offer ta work with him taday.
NYPDDet Harper: *looks up* Oh really, "work"?
SFPDAcosta: Yeah, "work." Ya know, when we get all productive and stuff.
NYPDDet Harper: *laughs* Yeah, productive. You get exiled over here again? Steal a chair and sit down.
SFPDAcosta: ::grabs a chair, rolls it over and sits:: Nah, escaped this time. ::smirks::
NYPDDet Harper: Lucky. I need to escape sometime. I mean.. I'm the only one here, Munch isn't even here.
SFPDAcosta: Don't get lost in the jungle of papers. Gotta beat 'em down so they stay under control. Here... ::starts organizing papers off the ground:: Any system you want?
NYPDDet Harper: Um *points to the different piles* Important. Not-so-important. Give-it-to-Stabler. *pauses for a second and looks at Enrico* That's anything that's too weird to comprehend, it goes to Stabler. *points to another one* Aliens. Can-wait-for-the-next-millenia. Spam. And the Munch-put-this-on-my-desk pile.
SFPDAcosta: Think it all goes in the can-wait-for-next-millenia pile. ::looks at a file, not knowing what it is:: What 'bout this?
NYPDDet Harper: Um... Munch pile.
SFPDAcosta: ::sets it to the side and picks up another one looking at it while speaking:: Got any music ta put on while we do this?
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah.. *pulls up itunes on the laptop* If you see anything you like, put it on.
SFPDAcosta: None a that Country or Classical stuff. Good with most everythin' else.
NYPDDet Harper: Gotcha.. *turns on Seanchai*
SFPDAcosta: ::draws it out:: Yeah... Don't know 'em very well but I like what I hear. ::grins, still sorting:::
NYPDDet Harper: Seanchai's good, they're local. Frankie and I are supposed to go see them sometime, I'll let you know if you wanna come.
SFPDAcosta: Didn't know they were local, but yeah, tha'd be cool.
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah, I'll let you know. Hey, thanks again, by the way, for the dancing on saturday.
SFPDAcosta: No problem. Goin' out's always better with friends.
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah *grins* it really is.
SFPDAcosta: Ya both had a good time?
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah, we did. What about you and Alex?
SFPDAcosta: Could say we did. ::grins but doesn't look at him::
NYPDDet Harper: Good. *glances at Enrico, sensing a little something else, but doesn't ask about it, and keeps sorting papers, then stares at one of the papers for a moment* I swear Munch just puts random stuff on my desk.. *puts it in the Munch pile*
SFPDAcosta: Maybe he's tryin' ta tell ya somethin'.
NYPDDet Harper: That he has random stuff?
SFPDAcosta: Think ya got that message. Anythin' goin' on tanight?
NYPDDet Harper: Not..that I know of.
SFPDAcosta: National holiday an' no one's doin' nothing. ::shakes his head::
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah, that's true. I really don't know though. We might go somewhere, see what Caro wants to do when she gets home.
SFPDAcosta: ::looks at him and then shakes his head before smiling and going back to sorting::
NYPDDet Harper: *glances at Enrico, then grabs the nerf football off of the desk and throws it at him* What's so amusing, huh?
SFPDAcosta: ::puts his arms up to block it but gets hit anyway:: You been takin' lessons from Alex or somethin'? Why does shit always gatta get thrown at me?
SFPDAcosta: ::amused::
NYPDDet Harper: It's an SVU thing. Everyone gets the football if they're here long enough.
SFPDAcosta: Didn't take me long ta get assimilated.
NYPDDet Harper: It never does. People who just hang out here long enough get assimilated.
SFPDAcosta: One giant SVU blob that sucks people in by throwin' footballs at 'em?
NYPDDet Harper: Yes, exactly. *pushes back in the rolling chair away from his desk and then rolls back away from Enrico and holds his hands up* Throw it back
SFPDAcosta: ::grins:: Football ain't my sport but ok. ::throws it back, not a great throw but not bad for a guy::
NYPDDet Harper: *catches it* I never played either *throws it back* It's just better than trying to figure out where those papers go.
SFPDAcosta: ::catches it:: Gonna be stuck here forever. ::returns it, it goes a little wild:: Ever play any sports?
NYPDDet Harper: A little baseball.. *reaches to catch the ball, then throws it back* What about you?
SFPDAcosta: ::grabs it before answering:: Soccer. ::throws it back:: Ever hit anythin' in here?
NYPDDet Harper: *laughs* With the football? *almost drops it*
SFPDAcosta: Yeah. Alex was teachin' me how to bat once. Flew inta Logan's desk. Woohoo was he mad. ::grins:: Never figured out who did it.
NYPDDet Harper: Oh yeah, we've hit stuff with this before. We've hit people with it before too.
SFPDAcosta: ::small laugh:: Bet Munch likes that.
NYPDDet Harper: Oh yeah. When Stabler's old partner, Olivia, was still here, there was a fight. Well... it really wasn't a fight, but we were messing around, it was pretty funny.
SFPDAcosta: ::laughs:: Wish I coulda seen it. ::stands and goes back farther:: Hey, pass it.
NYPDDet Harper: *throws the ball at him* You stick around long enough, it could happen again, you never know.
SFPDAcosta: ::catches it enough to stop it but it falls to the ground anyway:: Would entail leavin' 1PP more often. Alex'll strangle me. ::grins, picks up the ball and tosses it back::
NYPDDet Harper: She would? Wow..intense, man.
SFPDAcosta: Not the Alex from Saturday. Alex Eames. Kinda like my Munch.
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah...the one on the phone from last week, yeah?
SFPDAcosta: Yeah. Leader a the female ghost aliens.
NYPDDet Harper: That's the one. Hey, if she's a ghost, how could she strangle you?
SFPDAcosta: Only a ghost ta Munch. Actually exists if ya go over to MCS.
NYPDDet Harper: Ah, ha! Now, that makes sense. More of us should be ghosts to Munch.
SFPDAcosta: Leave hidden phones here and leave. Might wanna film it though. ::smirks::
NYPDDet Harper: That would really be funny.
NYPDDet Harper: We should do that.
SFPDAcosta: ::laughs:: Think we could actually pull it off?
NYPDDet Harper: *grins, tosses the football back* We might be able to.
SFPDAcosta: ::catches it:: Shit man. Got a chance, have ta take it now. ::tosses it to him::
NYPDDet Harper: Hmm.. I bet radios would work better, portable radios hidden all over the place.
SFPDAcosta: Gotta have one in the office.
NYPDDet Harper: *looks around a little and then gets up and rummages around in Munch's office*
SFPDAcosta: ::small laugh and then casually walks over to the door of Munch's office to see what he's doing, glancing back a few times just to make sure they're alone::
NYPDDet Harper: *pops up a few moments later and tosses a radio at Enrico, holding another one* Where should I hide this one?
SFPDAcosta: ::smirks and catches it:: If you were Munch an' hearin' voices, where wouldn't ya look?
NYPDDet Harper: I'd rather not think about things as if I was Munch... but um.. *looks around*
SFPDAcosta: ::also looks around, eyes light up after a moment:: Dude! Behind the JFK poster!
NYPDDet Harper: Yes! That's perfect. Acosta, you're a genius. *puts the radio behind JFK*
SFPDAcosta: Damn, now I really wanna see his face.
NYPDDet Harper: We need a wire camera...
SFPDAcosta: Don' ask me. Can't find anythin' in this city.
NYPDDet Harper: I grew up in Manhattan and sometimes I still get lost, but.. that's just a bad sense of direction... there has to be some undercover stuff around... somewhere *goes out to hunt in the squadroom*
SFPDAcosta: ::looks around with him:: Grew up 'round here? Did ya ever leave, go see another place an' then come back?
NYPDDet Harper: No.. not really. I didn't have anywhere to go... *looking through stuff in the squadroom* But you're from... California, right?
SFPDAcosta: Man, you need ta get out sometime. An' yeah. San Francisco area. Love it there.
NYPDDet Harper: *shrugs a little* Everything I need is here, I guess I just never saw a need to leave. *pulls out a long thick wire and holds it up* I knew I had seen one around lately.
SFPDAcosta: One a these days man, you're gonna leave and kick yourself in the head for not doin' it sooner. ::walks over and smiles:: This is gonna be hella awesome.
NYPDDet Harper: Oh yeah. *brings the wire into the office and sets it up in the corner, then trails it out to a computer port* I can set it up to a remote camera, we can watch it from anywhere as long as we can get a connection to the department network.
SFPDAcosta: Sure you don't work in the computer lab?
NYPDDet Harper: I worked computer crimes for two years. Not directly before SVU, but..before.
SFPDAcosta: Looks like ya learned a lot. ::watches him set it up::
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah, but it..kinda got boring after awhile I guess.
SFPDAcosta: Just sat in front of a box all day?
NYPDDet Harper: Pretty much.. which is fine for some guys, but I was fresh off the streets.
SFPDAcosta: Welcome back to the walkin' cops.
NYPDDet Harper: *laughs a little* Thanks, man.
NYPDDet Harper: What'd you work in San Francisco?
SFPDAcosta: Was on homicide before Kunningham left. Worked alone for a couple months and got sent here.
NYPDDet Harper: Kunningham was your old partner?
SFPDAcosta: Yep, retired at the rip ol' age a 67. Great guy. ::smirks and shakes his head:: Had the worst taste in music.
NYPDDet Harper: Oooh.. *fake shudder* That's horrible. I hate bad music. I was in homicide for a little while, but my partner and I didn't have a problem with music.
SFPDAcosta: Fortunately we all laughed at him. Then again, he laughed at me. ::grin::
NYPDDet Harper: *amused grin* What'd he laugh at you for?
SFPDAcosta: My karaoke. His was worse. Far fuckin' worse though.
NYPDDet Harper: *laughs again* I bet.
SFPDAcosta: Abba versus Ella Fitzgerald? Not a competition there.
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah..no shit. Funny though.
SFPDAcosta: One New Year's we snuck outta the police party and joined a party on a boat off Pier 9. Still don't know if the people there'll ever be able to recognize us.
NYPDDet Harper: *laughs* Really? What did you do?
SFPDAcosta: Had a karaoke competition. Kunningham so lost. Won't tell ya that if ya ask him though.
NYPDDet Harper: That sounds pretty damn funny, I bet it would have been awesome to watch.
SFPDAcosta: Next time you're in the City let me know. Knock down Kunningham' door.
NYPDDet Harper: I will. I'll try to make it out there sometime.
SFPDAcosta: Should. Kinda like here but less... ::shrugs a little:: Less overwhelmin' I guess.
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah.. *looks around slightly* I guess it..kinda can be.
SFPDAcosta: Guess growin' up here helps. Oakland's no where near this size.
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah, that's true.. growing up here...
SFPDAcosta: ::senses something and backs off:: Munch comin' in tomorra?
NYPDDet Harper: Um..as far as I know *grins*
SFPDAcosta: Let me know when he shows up an' I'll stop by.
NYPDDet Harper: I will, it'll be fun.
SFPDAcosta: Shit man, he's gonna kill us. ::smirks::
NYPDDet Harper: Yeah, but it'll be worth it.
SFPDAcosta: ::mocking Munch:: Why is JFK talking to me?!
SFPDAcosta: ::still mocking him:: They put your brain in a monkey when you died you know.
NYPDDet Harper: *laughs* Shit, that's funny. He'll totally say that too.
SFPDAcosta: JFK poster says a lot 'bout someone. ::grins:: Or -to- someone.
NYPDDet Harper: To someone I think is the best one.
SFPDAcosta: Hence the addition. ::pause:: Hey, what time is it?
NYPDDet Harper: Um.. *looks at his watch* About.. 4:40 something.
SFPDAcosta: Good time ta head out. Wadda ya think?
NYPDDet Harper: Sounds good to me. So I'll let you know when Munch comes in tomorrow.
SFPDAcosta: Thanks man. Good times.
NYPDDet Harper: Thanks to you too, coming in, and the "working" bit. See you tomorrow.
SFPDAcosta: Bye. ::heads toward the door::
NYPDDet Harper: Later. *watches him go, then grabs his stuff and heads out too*

Argh, we be pirates!

2006-07-03T19:25:05Z

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Parrot or monkey?
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Your bumbling cabin boy with a heart of gold	cbarek
The aloof, yet honorable, pirate with a mysterious past	vladimirhoffman
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det_jackharper @ 2006-06-29T22:02:00

2006-06-30T05:30:18Z

There were NO cubefield tournaments today. Both Acosta and I were doing work, the whole time. All phone calls were work related.

Also, I survived the morgue today, despite Munch's best efforts. Spudtrooper also has a cube of silly putty on his helmet instead of a spike. No idea how that was inspired, since there was no playing of cubefield today.

Cubefield

2006-06-29T08:44:05Z

The evergrowing mountain of paperwork on my desk is...still there. I still think that it grows overnight. It even grows when Munch isn't around. Which is amazing. I think that papers just sort of...materialize. Or they reproduce. On my desk. Which is highly disturbing.

But this is a good game: http://www.lilgames.com/cubefield.shtml

Also, I am going to kick my brother's ass at Unreal Tournament this weekend.

Damn, what is going on with Major Case? Caro came home last night all scratched up, Mike got kicked in the..ow, shit. Squirm just thinking about it. But what the hell's going on with them. I don't like it.

That wasn't the only thing. Caro was a little shaken up. I guess, maybe, I still am too after...what happened all through this month.

Adventuring

2006-06-27T20:40:36Z

I escaped from the Dungeon of Det Jackharper!

I killed Nick Tramonti the owlbear, Abbiesvu the kobold, Detjohnmunch the troll, Dr Emil Skoda the leprechaun, Det Gorenmcs the floating eye, Corey Baer the floating eye, G Lynn Bishop the mind flayer and Det Nickfalco the rat.

I looted a Figurine of Alanshoreesq, the Axe of Daniellemelnick, the Dagger of Software, the Amulet of Irish, the Armour of Basketball, the Wand of Geeks, the Shield of Iab Sgt Pickler, the Sceptre of Newscentral and 203 gold pieces.

Score: 303

Explore the Dungeon of Det Jackharper and try to beat this score,
or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon...

There was no red jello, by the way.

Holy Crap! Stalkers

2006-06-25T15:53:22Z

det_jackharper's LJ stalker is det_jaclyn_barr!

det_jaclyn_barr is stalking you because another friend of yours told them you liked them. They are also getting jiggy with your best friend!

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Hey Jackie, are you stalking me?

RP-Post: June 21st

2006-06-22T07:39:31Z

He had left early, gone a few places. No matter how much he tried, this day always remained the same. Twenty-two years to the day and it was still there. He couldn't let go, no matter how hard he tried. Same fear, same pain. Same words. Same determination.

Twenty-two years that it had gone on, still left in the background while so many other things were focused on. But why after twenty-two years of nothing, would it still be on top? For him, it was. And it would continue to stay, burned into the back of his head from hours of staring at it.

And he sat in the quiet SVU squadroom, the old file on his desk. Nothing new. A part of Jack doubted that there ever would be anything new on it. Another part made sure that he would never stop looking. It was his obsession. It always had been. While it wasn't entirely the reason he became a cop...it would remain a file that he would dig up over, and over again all throughout his career.

Jack sighed, leaning forward on his desk and took off his glasses, lightly tossing them down on the manilla folder. He rubbed his face tiredly. It was late. There was almost no one here. He had come back after everyone else left - he wanted to be alone, at least for a little while. Jack rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. His desk lamp was the only one on.

Carolyn,
I went back into work. Might be there awhile. I'm sorry. I'll see you later.
- Jack

June 21, 1984

Active Case

Case Report – 31^st Precinct, Manhattan

Victim: Det. Brendan Harper, reported DOA St. Theresa’s Hospital

Incident statement:

Walking to East River Park along with son, Jack, and stopped on East Broadway, near the F train line. Said that they were in a crowd and that a car came speeding around the corner. Two shots were fired, both striking Det. Harper in the chest and abdominal region. Car was described as a dark blue 1982 Ford sedan, no license plate number was reported. Witnesses reported two male figures in the car, driver with dark hair and sunglasses, gunman with a black cap, dark hair and goatee.

Reporting Officer: Det. Jamison

- ME’s report and further witness statements attached.

Quiet

2006-06-21T04:21:48Z

I like Whose Line Is It Anyway, it's amusing.

Private Entry

2006-06-19T02:46:07Z

I believe that this is another few days of the "Well...fuck..." category. Followed by head-to-desk banging... or something to that effect.

*sigh* shit.

Private Entry

2006-06-16T19:00:13Z

Everything had been fine. Then just suddenly, it all changed, and I made it worse. Do I apologize? I don't know what to do this time.

Public Service Annoucement

2006-06-03T22:48:18Z

Donettes are good.

Monkey

2006-06-02T01:53:09Z

Steve the monkey.

You know you're bored when...

2006-05-23T07:52:29Z

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

STAR WARS

Episode V

THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

It is a dark time for the Rebellion. Although the Death Star has been destroyed, Imperial troops have driven the Rebel forces from their hidden base and pursued them across the galaxy.

Evading the dreaded Imperial Starfleet, a group of freedom fighters led by Luke Skywalker has established a new secret base on the remote ice world of Hoth.

The evil lord Darth Vader, obsessed with finding young Skywalker, has dispatched thousands of remote probes into the far reaches of space . . . .

Acosta came in yesterday saying that he raped Judge Ross. When he was telling me, I could tell that - well, first of all there wasn't anything reported from the Judge - that it just..wasn't really a rape. I don't know, it was weird. A little too weird.

Then today, Caro came in. She never comes here. But she was really upset...about the trial. Even after Wallace herself is dead, all of this shit is still going on. I wish that trial was over, and I wish that all of that could just be put behind us, and then maybe things would be better. But as long as they aren't..I'll help her. I want to help her, and take it away. I don't know if I can, but I'm sure as hell not giving up.

det_jackharper @ 2006-05-13T00:48:00

2006-05-13T07:54:40Z

I had to go to the doctor today. Ugh..I hate it. Caro convinced me to go. I still feel like crap, I just want to sleep for a few more days. That's all it would take too, just sleep, then I'd feel better. Instead now I've got more medication from the doctor. I hate doctors... except David.

So um, SVU guys and girls, I guess I'll be back next week and back to being the paperwork dork...I think. But I don't promise big results.

llama llama duck...

det_jackharper @ 2006-05-09T19:15:00

2006-05-10T02:17:56Z

http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/

Yes.

The badgers.

House of Weird

RP-post: Memo from COD

Private

The *Real* Update

Update

Promotional Video

OOC: Little late on the chibis

Football??

Desk of Jack Harper

Home Again

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Argh, we be pirates!

det_jackharper @ 2006-06-29T22:02:00

Cubefield

Adventuring

I escaped from the Dungeon of Det Jackharper!

Holy Crap! Stalkers

RP-Post: June 21st

Quiet

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Public Service Annoucement

Monkey

You know you're bored when...

det_jackharper @ 2006-05-13T00:48:00

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