JACK
Paint doesn't taste great, and Jack can't help but wrinkle his nose as he realises that's the sensation he's getting from the shiny blue bag he's bet his stakes on. He can see others realising similar attributes about their own choices, and instinctively - of course - it's the starry silk pouch that draws his attention, smelling like the sea and all that Jack actually enjoys in his life. But the Governor has chosen that one, and a couple of others seem to be posturing for it as well.
For the sake of bags and pouches at a Night Market that's just as crooked as the rest of Torchline, though? Jack decides to let the Flood have what he wants. He can smell the sea any time he likes, after all. So, after a moment of deliberation, he stands by his first choice, come hell or paint water.
Jack stands by his shiny blue bag.
For the sake of bags and pouches at a Night Market that's just as crooked as the rest of Torchline, though? Jack decides to let the Flood have what he wants. He can smell the sea any time he likes, after all. So, after a moment of deliberation, he stands by his first choice, come hell or paint water.
Jack stands by his shiny blue bag.
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!
