JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"Amos, apparently," Jack mutters, and if the dead man's name sort of sounds like a curse from his lips at this point, well so fucking be it. He hops across from steady ground and onto a tump of sickly green moss, which seems like a shit idea until you look at the greasy water that was the other option. "What do you reckon he buried out here? Drugs? A weapon? His favourite fuckin' cock ring?" He grumbles.
Then, glancing over his shoulder, he nods a little to Raza. "We been losin' a lot lately," he remarks. "All of us gotta go some time, but they could be a little more fuckin' considerate about it." Which is about as close to yeah, it does suck, and I'm sorry as Jack gets. "How's business?" Because he's not been able to have this sort of small talk while Raza has been gripped by mortal terror. As one might imagine.
Then, glancing over his shoulder, he nods a little to Raza. "We been losin' a lot lately," he remarks. "All of us gotta go some time, but they could be a little more fuckin' considerate about it." Which is about as close to yeah, it does suck, and I'm sorry as Jack gets. "How's business?" Because he's not been able to have this sort of small talk while Raza has been gripped by mortal terror. As one might imagine.
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!
