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− | [[Image:Jack.jpg|Jack Scratch| | + | [[Image:Jack.jpg}|Jack Scratch|Frame|left]]Jack is not tall, but he uses what he has. Today he’s wearing his crap-kicking steel toes covered in stitched tire treads, scaled aluminum chaps that jingle when he walks, and an open sin-leather vest (the kind they grow in vats, not the plastic syn-leather garbage the tribes wear when they go thrashing in 16). He always wears open vests, transparent shirts, or low tank tops. Jack Scratch never lets anyone forget what the scratch stands for. Four parallel black scars sweep across his lean chest from the left shoulder to the right hollow of his waist. They are broad and jagged. They’re often mistaken for gaudy tattoos. Shumai knows better. |
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− | Jack is not tall, but he uses what he has. Today he’s wearing his crap-kicking steel toes covered in stitched tire treads, scaled aluminum chaps that jingle when he walks, and an open sin-leather vest (the kind they grow in vats, not the plastic syn-leather garbage the tribes wear when they go thrashing in 16). He always wears open vests, transparent shirts, or low tank tops. Jack Scratch never lets anyone forget what the scratch stands for. Four parallel black scars sweep across his lean chest from the left shoulder to the right hollow of his waist. They are broad and jagged. They’re often mistaken for gaudy tattoos. Shumai knows better. | ||
When he enters the apartment, he finds her already at the door with her hand on the knob. There’s a bag in her hand, the same crummy valise she had when he first brought her to Tier level, a month ago. She has that green slicker on that he always hated, and he finds himself wanting to shred it off her shoulders with his bare hands. She’s shaking. He can handle this. | When he enters the apartment, he finds her already at the door with her hand on the knob. There’s a bag in her hand, the same crummy valise she had when he first brought her to Tier level, a month ago. She has that green slicker on that he always hated, and he finds himself wanting to shred it off her shoulders with his bare hands. She’s shaking. He can handle this. |