JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"I thought you'd fucked off out of Torchline," Jack is saying to Edmund around the sprig of peppermint bark he's chewing on. Seven wends between his feet (asking for a kicking) as he plods after the Ancient and Melita, presumably on the thoroughly exciting route towards sugarcane. Jack's pretty sure he could have gotten a shipment of the stuff from somewhere, but no, here they are collecting it by hand like animals.
One might say the captain is being his usually shitty self (and one would be correct), but Jack is also hungover to fuck, so he's hoping this will be relatively non eventful. Squinting over the rim of his dark glasses, he resists the urge to flop onto Melita and demand to be carried, because he knows for a fact she'll let him fall on his face. Ingrate.
One might say the captain is being his usually shitty self (and one would be correct), but Jack is also hungover to fuck, so he's hoping this will be relatively non eventful. Squinting over the rim of his dark glasses, he resists the urge to flop onto Melita and demand to be carried, because he knows for a fact she'll let him fall on his face. Ingrate.
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!
