Angst Starter
You've heard rumors about how tough Jack was, being able to tussle with actual overlords is a feat all on it's own but, despite how close you've gotten to him (or how many times you've fought him), you never believed those rumors. However the exterminations sirens went off and you had sought shelter at the hotel. Soon enough a storm rolled in and the power briefly cut out. Just as it did, the doors burst open to reveal a familiar silhouette.
"Sorry... I'm late..." He grunted out as bright crimson blood dripped to the floor as he staggered to the darkest corner of the room; his smoking chair. As he approached the rugged chair and the coffee table in front of it, the sound of metal could be heard hitting the hardwood floor and table. He didn't say anything, instead he lit a cigar and shakily brought to his mouth. "Bring me a drink, would ya, kid?" He asked softly, his glowing turquoise eyes cutting through the dark.
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"Whiskey and Sin. Smells like home." // Jack Fuego MB/S
RandomThe Lord with No Land. Valentino's Worst Nightmare. The War Hound. Many titles, same guy.