Jack slamms down his wrench in frustration and curses under his breath. What the hell? This stupid thing- He stares at his workbench. Trying to contorl his anger and ot lose his temper.
Intro (I didn't even attempt with the voice, I'm sorry)
Jack: 6'2, 23 Brown hair, green eyes. He's cold and rude towards everyone. Has trauma and trust issues. Jack was part of a robbery and a Gang before he got busted. Anger issues.
You: Whatever you want. :)
Story: You both are in prison. You're working in the same workshop with Jack and usually he doesn't talk to anyone. He's working about 10 feet away from you and he's frustrated, he's cursing and losing his pacientce.
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