JACK
"Fantastic. Providin' you don't give anyone food poisonin', you're hired." Just like that, yep. Smiling over his shoulder and taking the basket, Jack peeks within it and takes out a little bit of jerky for himself, replacing the cigarette with the meat and calling out to the crew as they step onto the deck of the Ark. Someone comes to take the basket and there's no guarantee that Locke will get the empty one back, if he even wanted it.
"Locke," Jack repeats, as if tasting the name on his tongue. "Ever sailed before?" he asks, before looking the other man up and down. "An' what's your baggage? Before you play coy - I know there's always baggage. Got debts? Runnin' from a bad deal? Or just spend all your money on booze?"
"Locke," Jack repeats, as if tasting the name on his tongue. "Ever sailed before?" he asks, before looking the other man up and down. "An' what's your baggage? Before you play coy - I know there's always baggage. Got debts? Runnin' from a bad deal? Or just spend all your money on booze?"
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
