jack townsend in survival scenarios: a frantic analysis
hi my name is xavier and i have way too many feelings about my gas station blorbos <3 today i was rereading the finale of book one of tftgs and it made me incredibly emotional! and it got me thinking a bit about like... two big scenes that stick out in my mind with jack in a big time scary survival scenario and having to fight for his life: the finale of book one, and what i affectionately call The Shovel Scene™ in book two. so i wanna compare those two.
CONTENT WARNINGS: there will be discussions of graphic violence, murder, kidnapping, and i’m going to be pulling quotes from the book. while i will try to avoid pulling super graphic quotes, just know! this is gonna be Heavy.
also, needless to say, but there’s gonna be huge spoilers here for books one and two of tales from the gas station. <3
tagging: always feel awkward tagging people in tftgs posts but anyway <3 @skitzo-kero @dr-runs-with-scissors thanks y’all for being my enablers <3
alright, i have no idea how long this is gonna be so <3 under the cut it goes
so! i don’t have a thesis for this, i just want to talk about these two different scenes. i’m going to talk about the Tony Betrayal™ first, because that scene sticks out in my mind.
so the whole thing starts innocuously enough, after everything with the dark god is resolved and it seems like the story is winding down. but there’s still some unanswered questions!!!!! and the story brings attention to one in particular.
who the FUCK placed a bomb in the gas station several chapters or so ago?
the candidates are:
- benjamin, local unhinged monster hunter
- spencer, local feral evil serial killer who nearly beat jack to death the same day
- marlboro/jerry, local murderous ex-cultist who found and dismantled the bomb
- tony, jack’s best friend good buddy bestie coworker who was actively upset when he found out a bomb was placed in the gas station
for the longest time, jack is convinced it was spencer, because it doesn’t make sense for anyone else to have done it (except maybe benjamin). but spencer points out that bombs “aren’t his style” the one time it comes up with him, and even though benjamin proudly takes credit for it when it comes up around him, things don’t seem right.
i vividly remember when i read this chapter for the first time that i had the thought, “i did not think this was the kind of book where i’d be paying attention to small details like this.”
anyway yeah long story short the reveal ends up being that it was tony, with the foreshadowing detail being that it’s explicitly stated the gas station doesn’t sell things like cookie dough, and yet tony specifically is offhandedly mentioned in one chapter to be getting some “cookie dough” from the cooler (with the reveal being that Oh yeah that box of cookie dough is full of material to make explosives). there are other details that suggest tony has something shady going on before that, but that’s the one that made me go “yo holy fuck.”
first quote time! i’m not gonna do a play-by-play of the whole scene, but this bit stands out to me:
I elected not to ask any more questions until we were both inside the cooler. Tony stood between me and the open door, and once it became clear that he wasn’t going to close it, I expressed my delayed observation: “We don’t sell cookies here.”
“Yeah, I’m surprised nobody ever put that together before now.” He must have noticed that I was shivering, and by now he knew me well enough to assume it wasn’t from the cold. He tried unsuccessfully to calm me. “Hey, Jack, relax. It’s going to be okay. This will all be over soon.” (292)
ANYWAY eventually jack puts it together and tries to flee, on the way out overhearing tony saying to someone on the phone that jack is more valuable if they keep him alive, and there’s a chance that tony can get him on their side. jack decides “oh fuck this” and leaves the gas station. unfortunately, at this point, his leg is broken and he’s on crutches, so he doesn’t get far before tony catches up to him.
so what stands out to me a lot in this scene is that jack never actually wants to fight back or hurt tony. once he puts everything together, he spends most of the scene trying to convince tony not to hurt him, or to not hurt jerry, but eventually he gives in and accepts his fate. another pair of quotes that break my fucking heart:
I was fighting, and pleading, and bargaining for my life and Marlboro’s life. Not because I didn’t want to die. It was all because I didn’t want Tony to actually be a killer. That would be worse than dying. That would be so much worse. (300)
and
I had one chance to say something. But nothing I said in that instant would change his mind. It was obvious he’d already made this decision before we started walking. I had one chance to decide what kind of message I would go out on. One chance to make my last words count. I found the words, and they surprised me.
“I forgive you,” I said.
A blink-and-miss-it look of surprise crossed his face, and he said, “Thanks, Jack. That really means a lot.” (300)
i hope it’s clear now why this makes me fucking cry every time i reread it.
anyway so jack is put into a worst-case-scenario and put in ‘fight or flight’ mode, and his impulse is flight. this lines up really well with where he is as a character at this point, as well as with his relationship with tony. tony is someone he cares a LOT about, and he doesn’t want to hurt him, even if tony has very few qualms about hurting him.
and at the end he just kinda... accepts it. not entirely, but up until it becomes clear he DOES have a chance to survive, he just accepts his fate. one last quote that hurts me:
“Are you about to do the villain thing and explain everything that’s going on?”
“Nah, man. That would take days. I’m just going to shoot you. But I’ll let you pick. Head or heart?”
Apparently, frustration had washed away all of his earlier regret. Or at least smothered it for now. I thought back to what Dr. V had said during that visit, about preserving the integrity of my brain.
I looked Tony in the eyes and said, “Aim for the head, please.” (308)
AND THEN THE REAL KICKER..... JACK BLAMES HIMSELF FOR THE WHOLE FUCKING THING IN THE END. when tony gets killed at the end of everything, he still refers to tony as his friend and doesn’t have it in him to look at the body, knowing it’s his fault. jack ;-;
okay so that’s book one <3 now let’s analyze a scene from book two, a very different but very similar scenario.
FAIR WARNING: THIS IS WHERE THE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE COMES IN.
spencer comes to the gas station around the midway point of book two and immediately isolates and captures jack. and he immediately goes all fucking out terrorizing and brutalizing him. i don’t want to include quotes with a lot of graphic violence, but i need to include the shovel quote b/c i want to tie things back to that:
I screamed, and he laughed. Then he took the shovel in his hands like a golf club and swung it at my head. It missed me by less than a foot, close enough for me to feel the woosh of air. I dropped flat against the ground.
“Whoa! Spencer, hang on! Hang on a second!”
He repositioned the shovel, locked eyes with me, and swung it again. This time, it grazed past my face by an inch. I tried to jump away, but the Earth was at my back, and I had nowhere I could go.
“Hold still,” he ordered calmly. “I want to see how close I can get.” (168)
OKAY without going too much into detail about the shit Spencer does to Jack in this scene, eventually Spencer just pretty much says that he’s going to kill Jack. Not too surprising, he’s tried to take Jack down before, but something’s different this time. spencer is a lot more brutal than he’s been in the past, and eventually he says essentially, “You’re not getting out of this. I’m going to kill you tonight.”
And Jack... doesn’t take it seriously.
I grabbed the shovel, pushed it into the ground, and used it as a makeshift crutch to brace myself as I stood up and faced him. He grinned down at me as I said, “No you’re not.”
He seemed absolutely delighted by this turn of events.
“Oh? I’m not?”
“Come on, Spencer. You came out here tonight to scare me, and you did it. I’m terrified. But we both know you’re not going to kill me.”
He walked right up to me and whispered, “And why’s that?”
Now that we were face-to-face, our height difference felt like a lot more than I remembered, but I tried to stand tall and look him in the eyes as I spoke. “Because you’re not a killer. You just get off on scaring people like me. You’re good at it, but that’s all it is...” (169)
ANYWAY SPENCER IMMEDIATELY PROVES HIM WRONG!!!! IT’S FUCKED UP AND SCARY AND SAD. OH GOD MY BOY-
i’m not gonna go into the vanessa stuff in too much detail because holy shit, but the tl;dr is that spencer reveals he kidnapped a character from book one named vanessa, and he gives jack a choice to save either himself or vanessa. and jack tries to stall to buy them both more time for deputy o’brien to arrive, and spencer shoots vanessa and kills her.
and some more shit goes down but eventually jack gets the chance to escape. spencer is suddenly incapacitated, and jack can run. but this time? he chooses to fight. and maybe it’s just because spencer killed vanessa, but jack goes fucking FERAL.
The shovel hit the ground next to me as Spencer recoiled, jerking back in an unnatural manner, shaking and clenching his teeth like he was having a convulsion. Then I heard the noise, a loud hissing from right behind him. He twisted, kicking at ghosts while I pounced on the shovel and started swinging.
He moved like a wounded snake in water, but I landed the first strike against his shin. He was still shaking when he went down to his knees. We locked eyes as I pulled back for another go. “Hold still!” I screamed, swinging the weapon at him. This time, I connected with the side of his head with so much force that the shovel fell out of my hands, and he collapsed to the sound of my screaming, “I want to see how close I can get!”
He was on his side, bleeding into the ground, his eyes wide open, his arms and legs jerking unnaturally. I didn’t have time to wonder why. This was my only chance. I crawled up to him, pulled back, and punched as hard as I possibly could. (174-175)
I JUST LOVE JACK CHOOSING TO FIGHT AND THROWING SPENCER’S WORDS BACK AT HIM. THIS SCENE FUCKS ME UP SO MUCH BUT GOD I LOVE THIS MOMENT. Like.... Jack has been made a victim so much in this series but just.... god this is such a good moment. I do love Spencer, but Jack beating his ass brings me so much joy.
also i should clarify that the reason spencer suddenly recoils and starts jerking around is because deputy o’brien tazed his ass <3 jack was just so focused he didn’t notice that.
i don’t have a conclusion or thesis statement i just think jack’s evolution as a character between these two scenes is super interesting. if i had more intelligent thoughts i’d probably put those here!
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@ofgentleresolve | “Do you have a preferred piece, Miss Sarang?” A chessboard between the two of them, Myungdae picks up the black knight piece. He knows she’s suspicious of him, after all, who wouldn’t be if they caught someone climbing down the side of a building, never mind the dirt marks on his clothes? “The king is too vulnerable and the queen, well, that would be anyone’s top choice, no? My personal favorite is the knight. It’s a protector to both royalty and the commoners. Some say it moves in an L to reflect the movements of one on a horse.” He sets the piece down. “Your move.” ( from blackknight!verse patrick bc i saw that sarang likes chess 👀 )
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An intriguing one he is, the shadow she can’t avoid continuously meeting. Sometimes he reminds her of himself, feigning politeness and tranquillity while both parties are fully aware of suspicions shared and contrasted, and the oddity of their circumstances.
Other times, he appears and sounds to think in a way so different to her own mindset, that she can’t help but smile as she rests her chin on the hand propped up by the elbow resting on her knee. She’d been smiling already, legs crossed elegantly, a pretence of a woman a lot classier than she thinks herself to be, not as classy as she’d been in her youth. A contrast to the dirt on his frame, the nothingness he gives.
But that’s her business-smile, her business-demeanour.
The smile she offers now, morphed ever so slightly at the corners, is one amused, by the irony, by the lack of it, by the situation at hand, by their little game.
She watches him set down the knight and nods along, the amusement dangerously close to derision, because it is simply safer to always keep it headed in that direction, than show genuine enjoyment.
She likes the way he calls her ‘Miss’.
How very polite and well-mannered.
Every time she sees him, she’d like to knock that fancy hat off his head.
“Do you like anime, mister?” She meets him with the same polite nuance, sparkling eyes as if she’s a python judging if the one before her is something much more threatening than the mammals she usually eats.
She reaches for a white pawn. So unassuming, so pure, sent for its death, to be forged by war, into something perhaps much, much greater than it’d ever dream to become.
She places it, unassuming, pure, one square into the only direction it’s allowed to hop in, here, so devoid of diagonal opportunities shaped as the enemy.
“You remind me of this character, Kaito Kid,” she foregoes replying at first, settling into her former posture, leg swaying as if it to underline just how relaxed she’s pretending to be.
“He’s a thief, fancy hat, fancy coat, secret identity, secret agenda, is he good? Is he bad?”
She straightens her back, fixes her hair as if it was second-nature, a smooth hand-gesture to let it fall along her back.
“All you need is a detective counterpart to try and halt your every move,” she reaches across the board again and picks up the black knight he’d so carefully placed.
She turns it over, as if inspecting a rock for the smallest sign of something precious, the smallest sign of it holding some worth.
“Protectors,” she muses. “So inherently self-sacrificial.” Lifts her gaze, stares into his, hopefully, beyond the intricacies of his mask.
“Is that what you enjoy? Martyrs? Or do you enjoy that it takes shape of a horse, the one in the duo that makes up a knight, that is sent out to die for a species it doesn’t even understand, cannon-fodder in a war it doesn’t understand, doesn’t even know of.”
She places it back onto the square he’d left it on.
“I prefer the pawn. Step-by-step, carefully it marches on. Until it reaches the end of a board and can become anything it considers more suitable for the potential it had always known brewing within.”
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