Snippet #2265669

Jack breathed in sharply as the woman opened the door. "well, doesn't smell like freedom yet..." he nods at the woman and the man standing next to her. he eyes the man's gloves curiously for a second then brings his gaze back the them both. " Jack Strife at your service." he smiled showing unusually sharp and pointed teeth. his black and purple veins became more visibly now outside his cell. one would have to be blind to miss the contrast between them and his pale skin. he cracked his neck making strange piping sounds be for looking around at the other cells. they still want to feel safe and hope it will end in time. . . can't afford to wait. it's either stay and die or move and survive. Jack defiantly wanted to survive.

the woman gestured for them to follow as she advanced down the hallway. "C'mon." Jack turned to the other guy and shrugged. he followed up behind her, tens and vigilant, not knowing what might happen know. it sure is better then being in that same cell.