JACK
Wiping his hands off reflexively against his pants as if lingering static still clings to his fingers, Jack draws deep on the cigarette between his lips and glances over the rim of his sunglasses towards the small speckles of blood on his calf where, undoubtedly, a few shallow punctures sit beneath it. He's aware of the carnivorous nature of some flora, naturally - he's been to the Metacarpal Island in the past - but this is his first time seeing a flower get the fuck up onto its roots and run off.
Exhaling a long stream of smoke and finally straightening up, he takes the cigarette from between his lips and glances back to Thalassa. "Yeah, you do that," he mutters, both of her taking it under advisement and leaving him to his ellipsis. "We'll be out by late afternoon at most. Was just gettin' the lay of the land." And intel, yes.
With nothing left to be said, the Captain tosses her a lazy salute and steps out from the shade - and the treeline - and back into the sun, where any further predators can be spotted before they try to take a bite out of him.
Thalassa included.
~FIN
Exhaling a long stream of smoke and finally straightening up, he takes the cigarette from between his lips and glances back to Thalassa. "Yeah, you do that," he mutters, both of her taking it under advisement and leaving him to his ellipsis. "We'll be out by late afternoon at most. Was just gettin' the lay of the land." And intel, yes.
With nothing left to be said, the Captain tosses her a lazy salute and steps out from the shade - and the treeline - and back into the sun, where any further predators can be spotted before they try to take a bite out of him.
Thalassa included.
~FIN
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!
