Jack doesn't mention the part where he's really having to concentrate to not just fire the trashcan off like a bullet again. That seems like need-to-know information.
Easing into it this time, he lifts. More or less slow, very focused. He's taking the job more seriously than he did as the Amazing Juggling Ryan, now that there's someone attached to the bin once again.
...There's something wrong, though.
He frowns and pulls harder on the trashcan. But he's having to strain to lift it. While the plasmid should be mitigating the weight of what he's throwing -- shit, he's flung a Bouncer corpse at someone before, this should be cake -- it seems to do its job for the bin and then... throw up its little plasmid hands and give up as soon as it hits Sinclair.
Jack hangs onto his wrist with his free hand for more leverage, and puts his back into it. Sinclair's feet rise a little off the floor and WOW HE IS SO DONE WITH THAT HE CAN FEEL HIS SPINE POPPING they drop straight back down again.
Seriously? He flexes the pain out of his shoulders and makes a face of utter frustration first at his hand, and then at the trashcan. Seriously? Okay fine so he can't pick up living people themselves, but come the fuck on, this is just an obnoxious distinction. Fucking plasmid developers. Fontaine is literally ruining his life even from beyond the grave.
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Easing into it this time, he lifts. More or less slow, very focused. He's taking the job more seriously than he did as the Amazing Juggling Ryan, now that there's someone attached to the bin once again.
...There's something wrong, though.
He frowns and pulls harder on the trashcan. But he's having to strain to lift it. While the plasmid should be mitigating the weight of what he's throwing -- shit, he's flung a Bouncer corpse at someone before, this should be cake -- it seems to do its job for the bin and then... throw up its little plasmid hands and give up as soon as it hits Sinclair.
Jack hangs onto his wrist with his free hand for more leverage, and puts his back into it. Sinclair's feet rise a little off the floor and WOW HE IS SO DONE WITH THAT HE CAN FEEL HIS SPINE POPPING they drop straight back down again.
Seriously? He flexes the pain out of his shoulders and makes a face of utter frustration first at his hand, and then at the trashcan. Seriously? Okay fine so he can't pick up living people themselves, but come the fuck on, this is just an obnoxious distinction. Fucking plasmid developers. Fontaine is literally ruining his life even from beyond the grave.
"You're heavy," he tells Sinclair accusingly.