JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
She does seem to light up from within, and for someone who can see just how that looks (from a psychic standpoint, don't be crude), Jack very much likes what he sees. Indeed, he's already preparing a return quip to the one she doesn't quite get to say, the captain glancing over his shoulder at the fucking Taliesin who appears to make things difficult. "Here to build a bar, but absent on election day?" He raises his eyebrows.
Anyway.
"This furniture has history," he informs Flora, but again, she's the one taking over the bar, so... fuck it, fine. Managing to avoid the Doubletake's flinging of chairs and lighter furniture through a mix of telepathy and pure luck, Jack busies himself shoving the tables out through the patio doors. As long as he's not the one baking in the sun, he doesn't really give a fuck.
Anyway.
"This furniture has history," he informs Flora, but again, she's the one taking over the bar, so... fuck it, fine. Managing to avoid the Doubletake's flinging of chairs and lighter furniture through a mix of telepathy and pure luck, Jack busies himself shoving the tables out through the patio doors. As long as he's not the one baking in the sun, he doesn't really give a fuck.
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!
