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A Hotel in London, Friday
Jun. 13th, 2014 09:52 pmJackson was a stubborn dumbass.
No, he didn't think he was, but he was. That was the only explanation of why tonight was the full moon, and he was sitting in a hotel room in London, alone. Like he hadn't left Milan in a hurry last month after his control had slipped spectacularly. (Just property damage, nothing too serious – but enough that he would have been paranoid about hunters if he'd stayed.) Yeah, sure he could do this. Even though he was still hours from sundown and was already sitting on the edge of his bed trying to keep from digging his nails into his thigh.
Oh yeah, and he was going to be eighteen in two days, which was a whole separate ball of issues he was refusing to deal with right now.
Perfect time to be dealing with the moon on his own.
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls and texts should you be so inclined.]
No, he didn't think he was, but he was. That was the only explanation of why tonight was the full moon, and he was sitting in a hotel room in London, alone. Like he hadn't left Milan in a hurry last month after his control had slipped spectacularly. (Just property damage, nothing too serious – but enough that he would have been paranoid about hunters if he'd stayed.) Yeah, sure he could do this. Even though he was still hours from sundown and was already sitting on the edge of his bed trying to keep from digging his nails into his thigh.
Oh yeah, and he was going to be eighteen in two days, which was a whole separate ball of issues he was refusing to deal with right now.
Perfect time to be dealing with the moon on his own.
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls and texts should you be so inclined.]
