nomoresportscars: ([neu-] My intensity beats up yours.)
Jackson Whittemore ([personal profile] nomoresportscars) wrote2013-05-21 03:30 pm
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Room 222, Tuesday Afternoon

Jackson could only ever have a good time for very short periods at a time, it seemed. And it had been a while since he'd last had a good time. The stress that had been with him for months and months now had started mounting again lately, making him even more twitchy and irritable than usual. Maybe staying away from Beacon Hills wasn't really working out for him after all. Besides, if someone else chose he had to go, it wasn't like he could stop it. That had been amply established already. And speaking of Beacon Hills, he had a voicemail from Coach Finstock about lacrosse. Championship game. How he should be coming to practice. And something about Greenberg, because there was always something to say about Greenberg. Jackson didn't really want to go. But, with the time difference, it would coincide with the full moon in Fandom, and he'd been getting pretty good at avoiding those.

He'd have to think about it, even if it just stressed him out more.

And on a more mundane note, he was still pissed that he'd had to book himself into a hotel a couple of nights back because Jim had dragged some skank back to their room and he hadn't wanted to deal with that. So yeah, his mood wasn't great.

This was some angry yet efficient laundry folding that was going on in room 222 right now.

[ooc: Open door, open post, pissy guy but what else is new? Squirrels, please note: Kanima stuff in the Jim thread NFB, please!]
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pursuedthestars: ([rarr] piss off)

[personal profile] pursuedthestars 2013-05-21 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Getting answers," Jim said, tightening his hands in Jackson's shirt. "Tell me. If I need to move, tell me right now, Jackson, because I am not staying here only to wake up and see you hissing at me. Tell me."
nomoresportscars: ([neg derek] Terrified.)

[personal profile] nomoresportscars 2013-05-21 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know."

There he had it.

"I don't know, okay? It's out of my hands."
pursuedthestars: ([neu] stupid words)

[personal profile] pursuedthestars 2013-05-21 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Goddammit," Jim said, shoving Jackson once before he stalked away. "Goddammit, Jackson!"

This sucked.
nomoresportscars: ([neg] Not giving away anything.)

[personal profile] nomoresportscars 2013-05-21 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't ask for this."

Technically he had. But it was hardly his fault his luck was shitty and this was what he'd received instead of being a werewolf.
pursuedthestars: ([neu] side eye you)

[personal profile] pursuedthestars 2013-05-21 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, but you could have told me before this happened," Jim said, jerking a finger at him. "I would have been a little understanding, you idiot. I've dealt with aliens!"
nomoresportscars: ([neu-] Listening in.)

[personal profile] nomoresportscars 2013-05-21 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I'm not an alien!"

No, he was much worse.

"Look, I'm handling it. I'll figure something out." He had no idea what that was going to be. His pool of options was starting to get narrow. "Somehow."
pursuedthestars: ([sad] downward spiral)

[personal profile] pursuedthestars 2013-05-21 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't say you were," Jim said, shaking his head. "I meant I would have understood if you'd told me. Not that I blame you for not but fuck you, you jerk. Fuck you."
nomoresportscars: ([neu-] Shut up right now.)

[personal profile] nomoresportscars 2013-05-21 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Jackson rolled his eyes again. "Save your guilt trips, Jim." He could put those on himself all on his own. "I already have enough of that for crap I don't even remember doing."

He went to grab some of his folded shirts off his bed and shove them into his dresser, feeling frustration boil inside him again.

"Sorry."

Maybe he even meant it.
pursuedthestars: ([neu] studious)

[personal profile] pursuedthestars 2013-05-21 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you kill me, you'd better pay for my goddamn funeral," Jim told him before sitting down at his desk and sighing. "Jerk."
nomoresportscars: ([neg] Lonely little rich boy.)

[personal profile] nomoresportscars 2013-05-21 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I can afford it," Jackson replied, dryly. His shoulders were tense. He was going to have to head out to the gym or something. Try and work some of this out, like it helped reassert control over himself.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He could and should say somemthing useful, right? "For what it's worth, I don't think it cares about you unless you get in my way."
pursuedthestars: ([neu] strategy)

[personal profile] pursuedthestars 2013-05-21 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't be a bitch and I'll stay out of your way," Jim compromised. "See how that works?"
nomoresportscars: ([neu-] At least I blink sometimes.)

[personal profile] nomoresportscars 2013-05-21 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever."

That was as close to agreement he was going to get. He'd more meant staying out of the kanima's way, anyway, but it couldn't hurt if there wasn't much human aggression happening.

He pulled some stuff from the drawer. "I'm gonna go down to the pool."
pursuedthestars: ([neu] peace)

[personal profile] pursuedthestars 2013-05-21 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."

Jim held back a snarky remark about not killing anyone and just left it at that one word.
nomoresportscars: ([neu-] At least I blink sometimes.)

[personal profile] nomoresportscars 2013-05-21 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Jackson still found enough reason to roll his eyes at that.

And then he vanished out into the hallway. Just generally hating everything.
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