JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
In he walks, a sandbag in hand and looking just as prickly as the captain expects him to, and it's here that Jack has to tread carefully. His magic sharpens, opening fully to the Flood, picking up on nuances and truths and half truths, opinions and flares in emotion. Inhaling slowly and positioning himself next to the bag, he reaches down to heft it up himself in Sunjata's place. "Where's this one goin'?" he inquires.
As for what it is, he raises his eyebrows at the Governor. "You know what it is this time," he says, adjusting the sandbag on his shoulder. "Ain't gonna ask you much. Ain't even gonna ask you more'n once. Just tell me what the fuck's got the rest of Torchline bayin' for your blood, and we'll go from there."
As for what it is, he raises his eyebrows at the Governor. "You know what it is this time," he says, adjusting the sandbag on his shoulder. "Ain't gonna ask you much. Ain't even gonna ask you more'n once. Just tell me what the fuck's got the rest of Torchline bayin' for your blood, and we'll go from there."
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
