JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
It's imperceptible, the way Jack winces behind his sunglasses at the flare of emotion that comes battering against his magic. Practiced as he is at this game, it doesn't take much for him to recover, and he rolls his shoulder in a shrug as she refuses a bit of old fashioned peer pressure. With the cigarette back between his lips, the captain buries his hands in his pockets as the road twists this way and that.
"You can say that again," he mutters. "An' you've got your head screwed on right when you want to. I can teach you, if you get your shit from Frey." Whatever that happens to be. "You'll end up goin' through a lot of blades, though, unless you throw 'em where you can get 'em back."
"You can say that again," he mutters. "An' you've got your head screwed on right when you want to. I can teach you, if you get your shit from Frey." Whatever that happens to be. "You'll end up goin' through a lot of blades, though, unless you throw 'em where you can get 'em back."
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!
