* CLOSED STARTER › @lastchancefm .
the simple idea of what richie’s presence entitled for her made a thrill run down jack’s spine, and maybe that was the reason behind the small hop in her step while she made it to the comms tower, checking the old, golden casio around her right wrist to make sure she was on time for the end of the boy’s shift. cheerfully greeting those she crossed paths with while making her way up the tower, she had to take a moment at the entrance of the communications room to catch her breath. “ how the fuck do you make that every day ? ” jack asked, words strained between gulps of air. she was nimble and agile, daily sparring sessions keeping her in form, but stairs had always been her nightmare, and she was almost completely sure it had more to do with the fact they bored her to death than with them being physically exhausting. she found a chair that moved close to the controls panel before sitting down, quickly sprawling back on it. “ i hope you know this is clear proof of my utter love for you, i wouldn’t put up with one thousand and seventy - four steps for anyone, much less more than once a week. ” despite the arrogance in her tone, the spark in her eyes gave away the jesting essence of her words. then, with a tilt of her head, after swiftly looking around features soaked in tedium, she asked, “ so … are you ready or do you still have more gossip to listen to ? ”