[hr][hr][center][h1][color=868324]Jackson Hunt[/color][/h1][hr][hr]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/hsQiIaa.jpg [/img]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dorm Room -> Kitchen -> Outside -> Control Room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [@Beefydork]
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Tired -> Panicked -> Happy[hr]
[i]Ugh, why do classes always start so early in the morning?[/i] Jack groaned internally as he woke from a deep sleep. "[b][color=868324]And right in the middle of a good dream.[/color][/b]" He honestly couldn't remember much of it, but it had something to do with a tree made of licorice. Trying to fall back to sleep, he curled up under his sheet but to no avail. Instead, he turned over to check his alarm clock. [i] Oh right, my classes start in 3 minutes. Shit.[/i] Jackson shot out of bed like a rocket, changing as quickly as he could into some decent clothes. Not bothering to shower, he sped to the kitchen, determined to show up on time. As he headed down to the kitchen, he pulled out his phone to check the time-

And he quickly realized that it was the weekend. "[b][color=868324]Oh, come on![/color][/b]" He shouted to no one in particular. In fact, no one was around to hear his outburst. At least, he didn't think there was. Either way, Jackson knew that he would never be able to fall back asleep now that he was out of bed, dressed, and still rushing with adrenaline, so he walked to the kitchen, his need for sleep quickly catching up with him. [i]No, dude. Make some breakfast first so you don't feel so cranky.[/i] To his surprise, breakfast was already made and on the table. The kitchen was empty, but based on the roster of his dorm building, signs pointed to the meal being cooked by Samantha. The thought of finding and thanking her crossed his mind, but that was quickly overshadowed by the thought of how hungry he was. He grabbed a plate and sat down, wolfing away at the delicious meal, already feeling rejuvenated from the food. "[b][color=868324]Man, I wish that I could cook like this.[/color][/b]"

With that said, Jack set out to decide what to do with the rest of his day. Now that he realized that he had no classes, he wasn't quite sure what to do with the rest of the day. He could find someone to hang out with... but he really didn't know anyone in the school enough to consider inviting them somewhere. Or he could sit in his dorm all day and do nothing. [i]Yeah, no.[/i] "[color=868324][b]You know what? I woke up to go to class, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.[/b][/color]" Standing up and putting his dishes in the sink, he walked out of the dorm, hoping that the professors weren't busy. As he walked across the campus, he saw a group of younger kids talking. When he passed them, however, they all glared at him before walking away. "[color=868324][b]Yeah, make it more obvious that you're from Delphina, why don't you![/b][/color]" He shouted after the group. Why most were unable to accept the joining of the two schools, he had no idea. Everyone here was similar in some way, but everyone seemed to spend too much time focusing on the differences. [i]I may take the risk of sounding like a complete pushover, but can't we all just get along?[/i]

Jack checked the handle to one of his teacher's classrooms, hoping they were still on the campus. "[color=868324][b]Locked. Just like every other professor at this school.[/b][/color]" He had spent the past thirty minutes walking around campus, checking every classroom he could find, but none of the professors were available for studies. The only place left to check was the control room, which was where he was heading now. As fun as it sounded, his sessions always seemed to last longer than anyone else's, mostly because they literally did. He was constantly stopping and slowing time to perform different experiments, so from his perspective, he was in there twice as long as anyone else, and generally, it was just as painful. Or was it even painful for anyone else? He honestly didn't know, but it had to be, with all the stress that constantly warping every known law of quantum physics could put on a man. He arrived at the control room, and despite his inner complaints, he was glad to see the door was unlocked. He walked in to see that he wasn't alone, and he saw Harold already in the building. "[color=868324][b]Well, I'm glad that I'm not alone in here,[/b][/color]" he sighed to Harold. To tell the truth, Jack would've preferred that the control room was empty; it was weird when people saw him use his abilities, especially since they saw... well, nothing. Still, Harold was a pretty nice guy, and Jack didn't mind a bit of company. "[b][color=868324]So was I the only one who thought it wasn't the weekend? I swear, I nearly had a heart attack this morning trying to get ready for class.[/color][/b]" he said with a laugh. As he said this, he sat down in a chair, trying to focus his kind so that he could actually get something done while he was in here. As long as the control room was open, he planned to make sure to use it well.[/center]