Jack retenait son souffle, permettant aux produits chimiques de sa cigarette de flotter dans ses poumons avant de les vider vers le monde. Il regarda le petit nuage de fumée s'élever dans l'air et se dissiper rapidement de sa vue. Un gémissement de sa gauche fit regarder Jack et sourire à la vue de son œuvre. Trois individus battus se sont étendus le long du terrain, vaincus après leurs tentatives infructueuses d'intimider Jack pour lui donner l'argent dans son portefeuille. Il secoua la tête sur leurs formes pathétiques et soupira comme le son de la cloche. Il a pris une dernière bouffée rapide et a filmé la moitié de la cigarette fumée sur l'une des formes vaincues. "Bon, les gars, ça a été amusant, mais j'ai une réunion à faire. Frappe-moi quand tu veux encore essayer », a-t-il glissé avant de souffler de la fumée de son nez et de se diriger vers l'entrée arrière des écoles. Alors qu'il entrait dans le couloir, il creusa dans ses poches de sweat à capuche et sortit une feuille de papier indiquant où allait se tenir la réunion du club hôte.
"Salle de musique 3, hein?" Il s'est brouillé et a balancé la glissade. Un soupir s'est échappé de Jack alors qu'il laissait ses yeux se déplacer autour de lui. C'était encore bizarre de s'adapter à sa nouvelle vie, surtout à l'école, en voyant comment il n'y a jamais assisté. La seule fois où il est entré dans l'un d'eux était de faire une livraison pour un de ses acheteurs. En parlant d'acheteurs, Jack a rapidement sorti son téléphone, a fait défiler ses messages et envoyé un texto rapide à un nouveau partenaire de sa déclaration qu'il passera plus tard pour récupérer son paquet. Jack commence peut-être une nouvelle vie, mais il sera damné s'il obtient un boulot merdique à bas salaire. Une fois que tu auras fait ces gros dollars, il n'y aura pas de retour en arrière.
Alors que Jack arrondissait le coin, il regardait de son téléphone et attrapait le site de la salle de musique où se tenait la réunion. Il soupira et s'arrêta devant la porte des chambres. Jack a ensuite placé ses écouteurs dans ses oreilles, a pressé le jeu sur sa bande son et a tourné ses épaules avant d'ouvrir la porte. Il s'est assuré de garder les yeux collés sur son téléphone, faisant croire qu'il faisait quelque chose. Alors qu'il se rendait au coin de la pièce, il a pris une chaise et l'a traînée avec lui pour s'assurer qu'il avait un siège. Il a placé la chaise dans le coin, s'est assis et s'est cogné la tête au rythme de sa musique. Il l'a rendu douloureusement évident qu'il voulait être laissé seul.
|Name|: Jack Smith
|Nickname|: Slinger
|Role|: Hot headed delinquent
|Age|: 18
|Gender|: Male
|Sexual Orientation|: Straight
|Personality|: Jack is a short tempered delinquent who is always the first to jump into a fight when presented the chance. Though when there is no fighting to be had, he just simply keeps to himself and ignores the world around him with his music blaring in his ears. On a few occasions Jack will show his kinder side and be a more social individual, but once he catches himself he'll retreat back into his previous state. Annoying Jack is a simple task, just keep pestering him and he'll snap at you like a dog.
|Biography|: Jack comes from a long line of criminals, thugs and drug abusers/sellers. His parents you ask? He never met his mother, but from what he was told by his older brothers she was a simple hooker who bought meth from their father and ended up getting knocked up. A few months after she gave birth to him she just up and died after she threatened Jacks father about going to the police. No one ever told him how exactly she died, but knowing his fathers history of crime and violence it was easy to put the pieces together. His mother not being in the picture never actually bothered him, even when he realized the truth of her demise. His father on the other hand has had a tight leash on Jacks throat for his whole life, commanding and organizing his future without Jacks consent.
As Jack grew up within his fathers plans, he was always surrounded by hired guns to keep an eye on him. He was not trusted, or liked by other members of the family since he was a bastard child of a crime boss and suffered through many forms of abuse and neglect. As he reached his 12th birthday his father decided to loosen his grip and allowed Jack to venture into the cities ghetto streets. From there on out he learned how to fight, sell drugs (and on some occasions use them), avoid the cops and keep a low profile from his father. He soon created a name for himself as a decent drug dealer, earning his nick name, and began his own small operation. It was like a lemonade stand, but with drugs and not in the open. He started small, weed, coke and a few pills, but soon he made a mistake and began to go with bigger products. A mistake both his father and the government had noticed fairly quickly.
Sadly Jack was caught by the FBI and taken into custody. He was looking to do hard time for his crimes, but once the government learned of his tainted blood line they gave him a simple offer. Give up your father and we'll get you out. Jack was quick to take up their offer and was put into the witness protection program. He was flown out of his state, was given a new identity (as Jack) with a enough money to get him by, and enrolled into the Ouran Academy. With a new start Jack heard of a club and thought it could help with keeping a low profile.
Time for a fresh start.
|Likes|: Fighting, smoking and music
|Dislikes|: Arrogant people, cops and large groups.
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