JACK
Tall, dark and looking-for-work returns after thirty minutes or so, during which time Jack has finished the rest of his notes and his scrolls, and they've all gone out with the other runners he has under his employ. Honestly, the captain was just looking to get rid of the man in question, so it's not ideal that he's come back, but when he finally does look up to glance him over properly, it's with perhaps less dismissal than before. "It ain't all it is," he drawls, a sharp smile flashing over his face.
"Who told you to look for work from me?" he wants to know, leaning his elbows on the barrel as though it's a counter and they're in some kind of weird interview. "An' what kinda work are you lookin' to do? Cuz if it's runnin' notes, I got plenty of guys an' gals to do that already, an' they ain't half as obvious lookin' as you."
"Who told you to look for work from me?" he wants to know, leaning his elbows on the barrel as though it's a counter and they're in some kind of weird interview. "An' what kinda work are you lookin' to do? Cuz if it's runnin' notes, I got plenty of guys an' gals to do that already, an' they ain't half as obvious lookin' as you."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
