School hallways: Friday morning, before fourth period

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Jack had slept in, which surprised him, because he hadn't expected to fall asleep at all. Having Sam and Cedric inside him NOT DIRTY! had kept him warm, must have been enough to lull him to sleep.

They'd been reluctant to let him go to class, and if it had been anyone's but the Doctor's he wouldn't have bothered. But it was, and he didn't want to miss it.

So now he was walking to Survival Tactics. Slowly, because sleep or not, he was cold, exhausted and trying not to walk through things. And occasionally getting distracted by the fact that he could see the floor through his feet.

[ooc: Jack's here for a couple of people, and a shadow, but open!]

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Jack was staring at his feet, but he felt the drop in temperature. His head shot up and he stopped dead, peering suspiciously around him.

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The air swirled, and the shadows rushed forward. Taking a vaguely human shape, they passed through Jack, lingering, with much more strength than they had the day before.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

It sent him staggering backwards, gasping and swearing, eyes wide. It looked almost human. He tried to whirl, to follow the shadow's movement, but the attack had left him even weaker than before.

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The shadows made another pass, this time moving more slowly, savoring Jack's flickering energy and warmth. The tiniest sound, like leaves or paper rustling, might be heard.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

His skin crawled as it passed through him and he started to shake with cold, flinching from a sound he wasn't sure he even heard. This time, he stayed on his feet - he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't - and started moving backwards down the hall.

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The shadows clung even as he tried to move away.

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Panic took over and he flailed at himself, trying to scrape them off. "Get the frak off me!"

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Shadows cannot chuckle, but Jack might detect something chuckling in their manner. Leisurely, they stole a few final scraps of energy before peeling away from him and retreating.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Breathing heavy, he watched it go.

When he was certain it was gone, he closed his eyes and bent forward, pressing his forehead against his legs until he stopped shaking.

Several minutes later, he opened his eyes and saw the hallway behind him, perfectly clear. "Not good," he muttered, colder than he could ever remember being. "This is not good."