Room 222, Tuesday Morning
Jan. 7th, 2014 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nomoresportscarsUgh. It still smelled like cat in here. Thanks, world, for immediately reminding Jackson why he'd made the effort to stay back in Beacon Hills for as long as he could. Even with Lydia's slightly nonsensical explanations of what had been going on while he'd been gone.
But his classes were starting today, and he wasn't about to give up on everything just because the island was an annoying place. (Or just because he'd been signed up for potentially annoying classes, either.) So... Here he was.
Unpacking, and checking his other stuff for signs of theft and damage.
[ooc: Door and post open!]
But his classes were starting today, and he wasn't about to give up on everything just because the island was an annoying place. (Or just because he'd been signed up for potentially annoying classes, either.) So... Here he was.
Unpacking, and checking his other stuff for signs of theft and damage.
[ooc: Door and post open!]
