Room 222, Sunday Evening
Mar. 3rd, 2013 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nomoresportscarsJackson had chosen not to go on the spring break trip for two reasons. One, he'd had zero interest in being stuffed in a cabin with some random classmate. Two, he'd known the full moon was going to happen during the trip.
Sadly, only one of those reasons had worked in his favor.
The morning after the full moon, Jackson had found himself in Beacon Hills, with no recollection of deciding to go or what he'd been doing in the interim. And the sad part was he hadn't even been that surprised. His week hadn't been all that great from there on out, either. The 'highlights' were getting into a fight with Scott after he'd found himself in the locker room having harassed Allison (of which he had no recollection, naturally) and the ensuing detention.
Yes, detention. At the school he didn't even go to anymore. Don't even ask how that worked – even Jackson wasn't really sure. He'd been too confused to protest when it'd first been decided, and feeling too sick to protest later on.
(Oh yeah, and it turned out his feeling sick came from having ingested a snake. Which he found out once it came out through his eye socket. He was still praying that had been another one of his delightful hallucinations, but it was kind of hard to get over how real it had felt.)
Detention had been in the library, shelving books with Scott, Stiles (yes, he'd tried pointing out he had a restraining order against them), Erica, Allison, and Matt. Naturally, because this was the worst break week ever, he'd blacked out before long. Woken up somewhere else, with no recollection of what he'd done. Didn't particularly want to know, either.
Getting back to Fandom right now… He was actually almost glad to be back. It'd probably pass, but starting to unpack his bag he felt at least a little bit less weird.
[ooc: Summarized from TW S02E07 'Restraint' because I was lazy this week. Open door/post although I have no idea when I'm passing out so it may lead to SP.]
Sadly, only one of those reasons had worked in his favor.
The morning after the full moon, Jackson had found himself in Beacon Hills, with no recollection of deciding to go or what he'd been doing in the interim. And the sad part was he hadn't even been that surprised. His week hadn't been all that great from there on out, either. The 'highlights' were getting into a fight with Scott after he'd found himself in the locker room having harassed Allison (of which he had no recollection, naturally) and the ensuing detention.
Yes, detention. At the school he didn't even go to anymore. Don't even ask how that worked – even Jackson wasn't really sure. He'd been too confused to protest when it'd first been decided, and feeling too sick to protest later on.
(Oh yeah, and it turned out his feeling sick came from having ingested a snake. Which he found out once it came out through his eye socket. He was still praying that had been another one of his delightful hallucinations, but it was kind of hard to get over how real it had felt.)
Detention had been in the library, shelving books with Scott, Stiles (yes, he'd tried pointing out he had a restraining order against them), Erica, Allison, and Matt. Naturally, because this was the worst break week ever, he'd blacked out before long. Woken up somewhere else, with no recollection of what he'd done. Didn't particularly want to know, either.
Getting back to Fandom right now… He was actually almost glad to be back. It'd probably pass, but starting to unpack his bag he felt at least a little bit less weird.
[ooc: Summarized from TW S02E07 'Restraint' because I was lazy this week. Open door/post although I have no idea when I'm passing out so it may lead to SP.]
