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Jackson Whittemore ([personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus) wrote2014-10-07 08:35 am

003 // Put It Back Together

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[ It was about a week after the barge had settled after the arena. Jackson seemed to have regained some sense of composure, back to his arrogant self. But in reality, he'd just managed to get the mask back in place. It was a thin disguise over all of that turmoil and pain. Most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but anyone capable of detecting emotions in any way would be able to tell it was just a ruse.

He moved through the ship with a well practice confidence, like he owned the place. It wasn't too unlike high school, after all. The dining all wasn't unlike the cafeteria. Where he sat like a king upon a throne. Even if his table were lacking in his usual followers.

If he wasn't there or in his cabin--which is where he spent most of his time--he was working out. Mostly running, because almost anywhere else required warden access and he refused to go to anyone for that. The stairs were great for running. He was alwas pushing himself as hard as he could. A look of stern determination on his face. ]
theresalwayshope: (eyes} wide / whups!)

[personal profile] theresalwayshope 2014-10-08 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Allison was heading for the dining hall to eat (because the luxury of a meal she could eat in peace wasn't one she took for granted, and she had the metabolism to support a little emotional eating) when she spotted Jackson. Fear was the gut reaction, but testing the air told her all she needed to.

This boy was hurting. This wasn't her Jackson.

More curious than anything, Allison moved towards the stairs just as Jackson was reaching the top of his flight mid-run. There were a thousand things she could say to him, but she said the first thing that came to her mind with a thoughtful, guileless look of wide-eyed concern.]


Are you okay, Jackson?
theresalwayshope: (calm} confident / sure)

[personal profile] theresalwayshope 2014-10-09 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[His scent was thick with uncertainty, apprehension. Her own Jackson was also a werewolf, his nature didn't surprise her...

But that cocktail of chemosignals struck her as very...uneducated. Like he was new.

She regarded him thoughtfully for a moment, rolling her lips together before she made a decision and nodded to herself. Straightening, she schooled he features into unreadable lines and focused on her choice: feelings of concern, compassion, hope for friendship.]


Tell me what it matters to me. Take a deep breath, but don't look for a smell...look for a feeling. Something you only feel when you inhale.