Video + Action ◘ Intro ◘ Little Jackie
[The feed clicks on as he's trying to get a good grip on the NOC without crushing it in his shaking hands.]
--don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
[Jack rubbed his fingers through that tousled mess of brown hair, letting his eyes wander around the desolate street. He hated the feeling lost, and he had never felt quite as lost as he did now. He could remember hearing his brother yelling at him, that burning ache bursting through his chest and his own blood coughed up onto his face. Now he was here, standing in the middle of the street alone and confused. Was he in hell? It wasn't fire and brimstone like he had been told. He'd seen a person or two wandering by on occasion but they acted so normal it made it hard for him to believe he was in hell... But if not hell, where?]
Assholes.
[He rubbed at his shoulder with the hand carrying the NOC which is when he took notice it was sending out a feed. He stared for a few minutes.]
I guess god really doesn't like anybody. [He laughs, but it's bitter and doesn't quite reach his eyes.
His head was pounding and he felt almost as bad as he had when he went through his withdrawals, it felt like his brain was expanding behind his temple and attempting to pop one of his eyes out. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt nervously as he tried to keep himself together. As terrible as it was he wanted his brothers; he was safe with his brothers. At the same time he was glad they weren't here-- if they weren't with him that meant they were still alive, still carrying on the Mercer name like he never would have.
Fitting for a few more seconds he asks.] Am I really in hell?
--don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
[Jack rubbed his fingers through that tousled mess of brown hair, letting his eyes wander around the desolate street. He hated the feeling lost, and he had never felt quite as lost as he did now. He could remember hearing his brother yelling at him, that burning ache bursting through his chest and his own blood coughed up onto his face. Now he was here, standing in the middle of the street alone and confused. Was he in hell? It wasn't fire and brimstone like he had been told. He'd seen a person or two wandering by on occasion but they acted so normal it made it hard for him to believe he was in hell... But if not hell, where?]
Assholes.
[He rubbed at his shoulder with the hand carrying the NOC which is when he took notice it was sending out a feed. He stared for a few minutes.]
I guess god really doesn't like anybody. [He laughs, but it's bitter and doesn't quite reach his eyes.
His head was pounding and he felt almost as bad as he had when he went through his withdrawals, it felt like his brain was expanding behind his temple and attempting to pop one of his eyes out. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt nervously as he tried to keep himself together. As terrible as it was he wanted his brothers; he was safe with his brothers. At the same time he was glad they weren't here-- if they weren't with him that meant they were still alive, still carrying on the Mercer name like he never would have.
Fitting for a few more seconds he asks.] Am I really in hell?