JACK
A smirk curls across Jack's lips, though his gaze is directed more at her torn, wild skirts than her face. "And yet here you are," he remarks. It's not a question about her departure of the islands, but it's not not a question either. "What brings you back? Ramphire?" he asks this more upfront, blue eyes flicking up to watch the herd settling nearby.
Positioning to face the prey animals and taking another deep drag on his cigarette, Jack gives her question very little consideration, scoffing out the smoke into the air. "I don't kill for food," he drawls, the implication, of course, being that he killed for sport instead. "Why don't you show me how it's s'posed to be done, an' I'll follow your lead?"
Positioning to face the prey animals and taking another deep drag on his cigarette, Jack gives her question very little consideration, scoffing out the smoke into the air. "I don't kill for food," he drawls, the implication, of course, being that he killed for sport instead. "Why don't you show me how it's s'posed to be done, an' I'll follow your lead?"
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
