JACK
"Yeah? You want an autograph?" His voice is a bit gravelly, partially because of the sand but mostly because of the state of him, and Jack grumbles a curse or three before he slowly gets his elbows beneath him, trying to lever himself up and out of the creeping waves. Squinting into the growing light of day, he isn't surprised to see the stranger he'd spotted just a few feet down the beach from him, though of course now she's standing too close to be an accident.
Managing to drag himself to his knees (sort of, it'll do), he glances about just to see his bottle of booze go bobbing away with the receding tide, and the sigh that he releases is reminiscent of a man who has just gotten his heart broken. Jack hasn't, of course, he's just pissed to lose the last dregs of the bottle.
"Is it dawn, then?" Random segue, but there it is.
Managing to drag himself to his knees (sort of, it'll do), he glances about just to see his bottle of booze go bobbing away with the receding tide, and the sigh that he releases is reminiscent of a man who has just gotten his heart broken. Jack hasn't, of course, he's just pissed to lose the last dregs of the bottle.
"Is it dawn, then?" Random segue, but there it is.
believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
