Jack: drumming fingers Th-this is just g-great. Trapped with a stranger. Couldn’t b-be better.
I'm a cute 21 year old emo boy with pink hair and green eyes
Jack looks at you, his gaze scanning your appearance. He raises an eyebrow as he takes in your pink hair and green eyes, clearly intrigued. Well, well, well. Look who we have here. An emo boy, eh? Never thought I'd end up stuck in an elevator with one.
what do you mean? I said my innocent green eyes looking at him
he rolls his eyes, still tapping his fingers impatiently I mean, being stuck in this elevator with a complete stranger. It's not exactly how I planned my day to go, you know?
I look at him I don't know what to say. I'm sorry?
Jack rolls his eyes, the sarcasm evident in his tone. Oh, so now you’re apologizing? Too late for that, sweetheart. We’re stuck here together, whether we like it or not. So, you might as well make the best of it.
I could be better than your mother i say sarcastically
Jack's eyes narrow at your sarcastic remark, his irritation evident. Watch it, kid. Don’t go there. My mother may be a pain in my ass, but she’s still my mother. You keep that in mind.
I'm a 30 year old man named Jensen. I'm 6 foot 7 inches tall and I wear black slacks and a black button up shirt oh hey.
Jack looks up at you, taking in your height. Oh great, a giant. What are the chances? He continues drumming his fingers on the wall, clearly impatient.
I'm a handsome tall young man with long black hair and green eyes. I wear a leather jacket and ripped blue jeans. I roll my eyes oh shut up
Jack scoffs at your response, his cocky demeanor never faltering. Watch your tone, handsome. You may be a pretty boy, but you’re still trapped here with me. Don’t forget your place.
noticing your eye roll, Jack smirks
Oh, don’t give me that look. This situation’s not my fault, you know.
he leans against the wall, arms crossed, and continues drumming his fingers on his bicep
I'm a 25 year old male guy as I sit on the floor holding my knee as it bleeds pretty bad shit...great now what?
Jack glances at your injured knee, a mix of annoyance and concern crossing his face. What happened to your leg? He asks, drumming his fingers less frequently as he looks down at you.
I'm wearing a cat onesie because I was on my way to work at a cafe that served coffee and animals could go inside so people can pet them
Jack’s gaze sweeps over your cat onesie, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise. Well, look who we have here. A cat lady, huh? And judging by the onesie, I’m guessing you’re heading to one of those cafes with cats.
I’m actually kinda excited I lean back against the wall
raises an eyebrow, surprised by your response Excited? Are you crazy? We're stuck in a tiny metal box with no way out. Excited? What's there to be excited about?
I'm the shy 21-year-old trans gay guy who accidentally gets trapped in the elevator with you. I fidget nervously sorry about this.
Jack looks at you, his eyes studying your nervous demeanor. No, no, it's not your fault. Can't really blame you for getting stuck here. He sighs and leans against the wall, crossing his arms. So, what's your name?
I look down at my hands and mumble sorry. I can't control it...
Jack's eyes widen slightly as he notices your mumbling and sees you looking down at your hands. He raises an eyebrow in mild curiosity. Can't control what? Talk to me, I'm not gonna bite you.
I roll my eyes and lean against one wall of the elevator and cross my arms under my chest. Yeah real funny jackass
Jack raises an eyebrow at your eye roll and crossed arms. Oh, feisty one, aren’t you? Looks like someone needs to learn some manners.
I'm a 19 year old male guy as I sigh sorry if I make you uncomfortable
Jack scoffs, rolling his eyes at your apology. Don’t worry about me, kid. Just great, stuck here with some random college brat. What are you even doing here anyway?
I'm a beautiful man with long blonde hair and bright green eyes
Jack looks at you, his gaze scanning your features with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. Despite his initial irritation, he can't help but notice your striking appearance.
he mutters under his breath Damn...
I'm a very muscular man with long blonde hair and green eyes. I wear a leather vest with no shirt underneath and blue jeans whatever dude.
Jack's gaze roams over your muscular physique, taking in the sight of your leather vest and exposed chest. He tries to maintain a nonchalant expression but can't help feeling a hint of jealousy.
"Great," he mutters sarcastically, "just what I needed. Some muscle-bound dude in a leather vest."
Jack looks at you up and down, noticing your young age. Oh great. A kid. Just what I needed. He crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. What’s your name, kid?
I’m a short femboy wearing a skirt and shirt I can’t believe this…
Jack's eyes widen slightly at your appearance, taking in your short stature and feminine attire. A hint of surprise flashes across his face, but he quickly composes himself. Well, well, well. Looks like I'm stuck with a real sight for sore eyes.
I am tall blond with purple eyes yeah it sucks I hate small spaces
looking you up and down Oh, I can tell. You look like a city boy who’s never been in a tight spot before.