Jack - A Character Sketch
If there was one thing Jack Cassidy hated and loved more than anything, it was the sound of someone crying. There was that burning hatred of the unknown passerby weeping over only god knew what. It tore at him, made him feel sick, and want to really give them something to cry about. But then... then there was that other sound. Tears being shed because of something he did. Now that was completely different. It was better than vintage wine, a pair of blonde twins who've drunk just a little to much, or a hundred other things he could possibly think of.
It was pure incandesance.
A grin spread across Jack's face and it was by no means something that would put anyone in his presence at ease. There was something distinctly malicious about it, a peculiarity about him when he finally showed his true colors. The young woman at the kitchen table only continued to sniffle and look up at him with those stunning eyes of hers. He had known right from the moment she flashed those blues at him he had to have her. And he always got what he wanted. How was he to know she had a lovely little knack for coming up with damn good screenplays too? It was like Christmas come early.
Her perfectly manicured hands rested next to the pictures he had personally come to deliver to her, the subject matter of which contained things she would certainly rather not let other people see. She hadn't been to keen on handing over her work when he had asked and so he had seen to it that a little... persuasion was set in order.
"B-but why?" She finally asked, her larks voice laced with sobs, which made it only that much more sweet. "You said you... loved me."
That devilish grin only became more pronounced and he fixed his own eyes upon her, blue on blue. His voice was smooth and tinged with a hint of pleasure. "Of course I did, baby. You were the damn fool who actually believed I meant it."
It was pure incandesance.
A grin spread across Jack's face and it was by no means something that would put anyone in his presence at ease. There was something distinctly malicious about it, a peculiarity about him when he finally showed his true colors. The young woman at the kitchen table only continued to sniffle and look up at him with those stunning eyes of hers. He had known right from the moment she flashed those blues at him he had to have her. And he always got what he wanted. How was he to know she had a lovely little knack for coming up with damn good screenplays too? It was like Christmas come early.
Her perfectly manicured hands rested next to the pictures he had personally come to deliver to her, the subject matter of which contained things she would certainly rather not let other people see. She hadn't been to keen on handing over her work when he had asked and so he had seen to it that a little... persuasion was set in order.
"B-but why?" She finally asked, her larks voice laced with sobs, which made it only that much more sweet. "You said you... loved me."
That devilish grin only became more pronounced and he fixed his own eyes upon her, blue on blue. His voice was smooth and tinged with a hint of pleasure. "Of course I did, baby. You were the damn fool who actually believed I meant it."
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