JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
What was it for? Stick around, find out maybe. Or don't - Jack doesn't much give a fuck, to be frank. He's busy hopping over the bar while someone pulls someone else's hair, a bottle of liquor is smashed, another is stolen and someone has used the ruckus as an excuse to get revenge on Jack-doesn't-really-care. Indeed, while the fight he's started really gets going, he's rummaging around beneath the counter until he finds what he's come here for.
A box, as it happens; wooden, battered, and rather out of place in a bar like this, Jack tucks it under his arm and shoulders his way back out and through the fray. And with bloody knuckles and a smug smile on his face, Jack decides that it's about time he made himself scarce too. "S'cuse me, loves," he mutters as he ambles betweenCameron and Lilliane as if he hasn't completely upended their evening.
A box, as it happens; wooden, battered, and rather out of place in a bar like this, Jack tucks it under his arm and shoulders his way back out and through the fray. And with bloody knuckles and a smug smile on his face, Jack decides that it's about time he made himself scarce too. "S'cuse me, loves," he mutters as he ambles between
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!
