closed starter for @dotchr
As Jack walks through Spirale City, he feels like he's caught in the midst of a kaleidoscope, a whirling storm of light and sound and color, of strange sights and stranger faces. It doesn't stop, it does anything but stop: it intensifies. When he reaches his breaking point, which doesn't take very long, he practically sprints down a side street, and almost runs into a young woman.
When he regains his balance, he opens his mouth, but it's not to apologize:
"Where's a payphone." Jack puts on his best impression of a polite tone, but it only takes him so far. There's a tightness to his expression, in his posture, in the way he clenches his fists.
He belatedly remembers his manners, and smiles—though it comes out as more of a grimace.
"Please."
