JACK
That's the funny thing about the captain - it takes quite a bit to get him properly angry these days, age and wisdom doing their part to school him in the art of patience. But when he really gets going, even he doesn't know what he's going to do until it's done. For now, at least, he's locked into this moment of near disbelief. Shock and something like betrayal coils in the pit of his gut like a viper readying itself to strike, and he struggles to light his cigarette given that the magic leaking out of him keeps frosting over the match tips.
Finally succeeding with a soft curse, he drags deeply on it and accepts the letter back from Soh, shoving it and his rime coated hand into his pocket. "Three days," Jack echoes, his laughter seeming more disappointed than anything. "Right. Well, we're all learnin' a lot about broken trust today, ain't we? You sent that letter to Hadama yet?" He wants to know where in the timeline of this shitshow he stands before making any further waves. Or not, as it might happen. Again, he really doesn't know yet.
Finally succeeding with a soft curse, he drags deeply on it and accepts the letter back from Soh, shoving it and his rime coated hand into his pocket. "Three days," Jack echoes, his laughter seeming more disappointed than anything. "Right. Well, we're all learnin' a lot about broken trust today, ain't we? You sent that letter to Hadama yet?" He wants to know where in the timeline of this shitshow he stands before making any further waves. Or not, as it might happen. Again, he really doesn't know yet.
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!
