JACK
"I dealt with it on my way in, though I can't say it was exactly pleased to see me." Jack's voice is a bit distant now, given that he's happily leaving Rigby to his own devices in the jungle. The captain has business back at shore - and besides, he needs to wash the blood out of his clothes before it sets in. Still, as the boy casually calls him out as a pussy, he barks out a laugh. "No," he calls. "It ain't the only pussy in this jungle - you're here, ain't you?"
Ah, if only he had illusion magic to spook the other man good and proper. Unfortunately, there's just the continued rustling of the jungle, the snaking vines, the chirping birds. And Jack, striding back towards where the trees thin out most - until one such vine catches him on the foot, and sends him tumbling hard into the undergrowth. "Son of a bitch."
Ah, if only he had illusion magic to spook the other man good and proper. Unfortunately, there's just the continued rustling of the jungle, the snaking vines, the chirping birds. And Jack, striding back towards where the trees thin out most - until one such vine catches him on the foot, and sends him tumbling hard into the undergrowth. "Son of a bitch."
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!
