JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Gods, it does, doesn't it," Jack agrees, however reluctantly, and he rubs at his eyes with his less bloody hand while Flora potters about with the liquor. "Place used to be hot shit. Might have to start some fresh trouble." He's as tempted as he is irked by the whiskey and its distance from his waiting fingers, and it's with a soft curse and a grimace that he shuffles back to his feet and slouches into the living room.
Grasping the bottle and already taking a long pull from it as he slumps onto the couch he's definitely going to ruin, Jack relishes the burn in his chest and throat and offers it back to Flora. "Fuck," he says wearily, as if to put a fine point on this shitstorm of an evening. "And fuck again."
Grasping the bottle and already taking a long pull from it as he slumps onto the couch he's definitely going to ruin, Jack relishes the burn in his chest and throat and offers it back to Flora. "Fuck," he says wearily, as if to put a fine point on this shitstorm of an evening. "And fuck again."
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
