JACK
Jack awakens early - a common occurrence since his untimely demise and return to the land of the living, though it's hardly in his nature to do so. Then again, prior to his life being swiftly and brutally ended by Pierce, he'd never known what it was to dream, let alone what it was to have bad dreams. But that's something he's neither willing nor ready to discuss, especially not in the cold light of day, so he contents himself in his seat at his desk, turned to watch the familiar shoreline out through the window of his cabin.
His pale grey shirt is open for now, as if he'd gotten distracted by the view in the middle of getting dressed, showing the fresh and vivid pink scars on his torso. They aren't in any sort of line or order; a messy and uneven triangle showing where Pierce had literally, uh, pierced him with Wilde's Rapier. But they'll fade, and with luck so will the memories. In the meantime, they're home, and the day is there for the taking.
His pale grey shirt is open for now, as if he'd gotten distracted by the view in the middle of getting dressed, showing the fresh and vivid pink scars on his torso. They aren't in any sort of line or order; a messy and uneven triangle showing where Pierce had literally, uh, pierced him with Wilde's Rapier. But they'll fade, and with luck so will the memories. In the meantime, they're home, and the day is there for the taking.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
