bitten_notshy: ([neg] I have no idea what to say about t)
When Jack first woke up, he was aware of several things more or less simultaneously: His mouth tasted awful, his back was sore, and the tight leather pants he still wore were hell on his circulation.

Oh, and he was in a crypt. It was a bit hard to miss that part.

Controlling his urge to shudder, he rose to his feet and took the few steps toward the tomb where Kate laid peacefully. He was almost certain she was fine -- physically, at least -- and this had been a particularly cruel whim of the island's. But that tiny chance that, somehow, she wasn't was in his mind as he gingerly tapped her shoulder.

[OOC: For she who is there.]
bitten_notshy: ([neg] I have no idea what to say about t)
When Jack first woke up, he was aware of several things more or less simultaneously: His mouth tasted awful, his back was sore, and the tight leather pants he still wore were hell on his circulation.

Oh, and he was in a crypt. It was a bit hard to miss that part.

Controlling his urge to shudder, he rose to his feet and took the few steps toward the tomb where Kate laid peacefully. He was almost certain she was fine -- physically, at least -- and this had been a particularly cruel whim of the island's. But that tiny chance that, somehow, she wasn't was in his mind as he gingerly tapped her shoulder.

[OOC: For she who is there.]
bitten_notshy: ([neu] broody in leather)
Vampires shouldn't be around in the daytime. But Jack Priest, dread vampire, had always lived -- or unlived -- to break the rules. (Besides, limiting the character to night scenes and interiors had gotten expensive. The writers had decided that a little indirect sunlight didn't count.)

He lounged in the entry to his luxurious crypt, smoking a forbidden cigarette he'd stolen from a corpse and relishing the fact he did not, technically, need to breathe to do it. He was wrapped in an indigo velvet dressing gown over his black leather pajama pants. Last night had left him with much to relish: frightening Nobody and then draining Ronan's poor, dim sister. And soon, so soon, he'd be out on the hunt again, an evil childe spreading chaos and death wherever he went.

He literally cackled to think of it.

[OOC: Open to anyone who tends to roam through graveyards. Mwah-ha-ha.]
bitten_notshy: ([neu] broody in leather)
Vampires shouldn't be around in the daytime. But Jack Priest, dread vampire, had always lived -- or unlived -- to break the rules. (Besides, limiting the character to night scenes and interiors had gotten expensive. The writers had decided that a little indirect sunlight didn't count.)

He lounged in the entry to his luxurious crypt, smoking a forbidden cigarette he'd stolen from a corpse and relishing the fact he did not, technically, need to breathe to do it. He was wrapped in an indigo velvet dressing gown over his black leather pajama pants. Last night had left him with much to relish: frightening Nobody and then draining Ronan's poor, dim sister. And soon, so soon, he'd be out on the hunt again, an evil childe spreading chaos and death wherever he went.

He literally cackled to think of it.

[OOC: Open to anyone who tends to roam through graveyards. Mwah-ha-ha.]
bitten_notshy: ([spec] pink hair)
Jack was done wasting mental energy on his exploits as a priest the weekend before; he'd made the apologies he had to make, but none of it seemed to count, anyhow. If he thought about it too hard he'd want to scream.

Better to concentrate on things he could change -- things that might help endear him to his new love Priestly. Which was why he came back from town on Wednesday with a bag containing bright pink hair dye, rubber gloves, and a few logo t-shirts of the style he knew Priestly favored. Dinah had suggested he might want to change up his look a bit, and he could bloody well change up his look if it meant earning Priestly's attention.

He was a bit dreamy as he applied the dye and waited for it to set. He wasn't normally a romantic, but mental visions of Priestly had that effect on him.

[OOC: Door knockable, though I may be slow!]
bitten_notshy: ([spec] pink hair)
Jack was done wasting mental energy on his exploits as a priest the weekend before; he'd made the apologies he had to make, but none of it seemed to count, anyhow. If he thought about it too hard he'd want to scream.

Better to concentrate on things he could change -- things that might help endear him to his new love Priestly. Which was why he came back from town on Wednesday with a bag containing bright pink hair dye, rubber gloves, and a few logo t-shirts of the style he knew Priestly favored. Dinah had suggested he might want to change up his look a bit, and he could bloody well change up his look if it meant earning Priestly's attention.

He was a bit dreamy as he applied the dye and waited for it to set. He wasn't normally a romantic, but mental visions of Priestly had that effect on him.

[OOC: Door knockable, though I may be slow!]

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