JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Let it be said that it's a difficult thing to get the jump on the Captain of the Ark. A difficult thing, yes. But not an impossible one.
Combine the right set of circumstances - insert the return of arguably his closest friend in a catatonic state, combined with a raging migraine and some weird weather fuckery making it impossible to sail out of Torchline - and you've got a recipe for a disaster waiting to happen.
Insert Jack. It's him - he's the disaster.
He slinks into the Hanged Man well beyond what might be considered closing time; more accurately, one ought to say, he slinks up against the doors that are likely locked and bolted, and tries them anyway. His hand leaves a rusty print against the wood, and he totters a little where he stands.
Its just a graze with a knife, he keeps telling himself, and the more his faded linen shirt turns red, the less he believes it.
Combine the right set of circumstances - insert the return of arguably his closest friend in a catatonic state, combined with a raging migraine and some weird weather fuckery making it impossible to sail out of Torchline - and you've got a recipe for a disaster waiting to happen.
Insert Jack. It's him - he's the disaster.
He slinks into the Hanged Man well beyond what might be considered closing time; more accurately, one ought to say, he slinks up against the doors that are likely locked and bolted, and tries them anyway. His hand leaves a rusty print against the wood, and he totters a little where he stands.
Its just a graze with a knife, he keeps telling himself, and the more his faded linen shirt turns red, the less he believes it.
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!
