JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"It's open."
If only she knew Jack's tastes, truly. Regardless, Maeve will find the door unlocked after the captain calls out, and when she walks inside, it will be to see him seated behind his desk. The cabin itself is a study in eclectic clutter; trinkets fill shelves, shiny and glittering, quirky and bleached bone, and maps, books and other parchment pokes out of drawers and nooks and crannies.
In one corner is a large trunk, and against the wall to the right of the desk is the captain's bunk, the sheets still thrown back where he's climbed out of it that morning. "Why, Madame - did you get dressed up just for me?" He raises his eyes from the letter he's been writing, a smirk curling across his lips. Behind him the curtains are drawn back, letting Longheat sunshine stream in. "Take a seat. Your letter made it sound like there's a lot to discuss."
If only she knew Jack's tastes, truly. Regardless, Maeve will find the door unlocked after the captain calls out, and when she walks inside, it will be to see him seated behind his desk. The cabin itself is a study in eclectic clutter; trinkets fill shelves, shiny and glittering, quirky and bleached bone, and maps, books and other parchment pokes out of drawers and nooks and crannies.
In one corner is a large trunk, and against the wall to the right of the desk is the captain's bunk, the sheets still thrown back where he's climbed out of it that morning. "Why, Madame - did you get dressed up just for me?" He raises his eyes from the letter he's been writing, a smirk curling across his lips. Behind him the curtains are drawn back, letting Longheat sunshine stream in. "Take a seat. Your letter made it sound like there's a lot to discuss."
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
