Jack était bien au-delà de l'irritation, il était en colère contre cette petite tête rouge pour non seulement le déranger, mais avoir le courage d'arracher ses écouteurs. Normalement, il aurait montré son comportement plus voyou de rue par des serments et des menaces, mais il savait en colère les femmes à tête rouge, qui plus tard se sont présentées comme Azura, ne causerait que des ennuis entre eux et le reste du club. Il pourrait se soucier moins de ce qu'ils pensaient de lui, mais s'il devait être expulsé à cause de son tempérament, il ne ferait qu'attirer plus l'attention sur lui-même, ce qui ne serait pas une chose intelligente à faire en voyant comment il a probablement un prix sur sa tête de son père.
Il gémit mentalement à sa situation et continua de faire défiler son téléphone, en envoyant un texto rapide ici et là aux futurs partenaires potentiels. La seule fois qu'il s'est échappé de son téléphone, c'était pour attraper les noms de ceux qui se présentaient, mais de là, il s'est retiré à son téléphone. Comme l'individu blond cheveux terminé Jack regardé vers le haut pour l'attraper regarder son chemin pendant un moment avant de s'asseoir en arrière. Jack sentit sa fronce endurcie et soupira. 'Might aussi bien que d'en finir avec,' pensa-t-il et éclaircit sa gorge pour attirer l'attention de tout le monde. Il est resté à son siège et a continué à faire défiler son téléphone pendant qu'il parlait.
"Jack Smith, pourrait se soucier moins de ce surnom que vous me donnez et pourrait se soucier encore moins de ce que vous m'étiquetez comme," dit-il avant de cliquer sa langue dans l'ennui à un certain texte d'un paquet tardif. Il secoua la tête et continua. "Quant à ce que j'aime? Je profite d'un peu de temps seul avec un pack, je veux un bon sur un avec ceux qui ne se tiennent pas à leurs affaires », a-t-il jeté un coup d'œil à Charlton avec un look vide et continué. "Enfin, j'aime ne pas avoir ma musique interrompue par des individus agaçants", a-t-il gâché sèchement, jetant un éblouissement ennuyé vers Azura tout en arborant un faux sourire. Après quelques secondes, il a laissé tomber son sourire et est retourné à son téléphone.
|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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