[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e0039]Jacob Blackwell[/color][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/hzYA8oohQLb0I/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] High School Gym
[b]Interacting With: [@Nallore][@Lady Amalthea][/b][/center][hr]

Time was dragging. Really dragging. [i]Why won't they stop looking at me? Did i interrupt something?[/i] Slowly the crowd went back to their business, once the echo from the door had subsided. After spotting Cynthia and Riley; the only two that made sense in this chaos, and the two he consequentially wanted to avoid, Cynthia called over to him and waved. Jacob sighed. It was a deep hearty sigh, years of loneliness and seclusion all compacted into a single breathing motion. There was no going back now however. Social convention now dictated he must speak to Cynthia and approach the duo. While it had been a decade since they had interacted like this {Although with Cynthia that wasn't exactly true} it still felt like high school to him. Taking those steps across the gym were almost as hard as the initial steps he took only a few minutes ago. That feeling of strange nostalgia hanging in his mind, clouding his judgement and overall making everything he saw a living hell.

What was he actually expecting? Cynthia to mock him and Riley punch him? Things had changed. People had grown up and lives had moved on. What happened at high school stayed in high school right? Actually no, ignore that. They were in high school, so that metaphor was actually true rather than being some sort of witty statement. But still, people had changed. After completing the necessary steps to reach the crowd he heard Riley's words. Okay, maybe things hadn't changed. Those words almost went through him like a dagger. Well actually more crawling under his skin. His name wasn't exactly hard to say or pronounce. It couldn't have been a nickname as they were shorter than the actual name; Jackie was longer than Jacob. The whole concept of calling him Jackie made no logical sense, and they frustrated him. Even now, 10 years later he was scrunching his face slightly, avoiding the urge to correct her, visibly it had become clear that Riley had pushed one of Jacob's many buttons.

[color=9e0039]"Hello Cynthia..."[/color] Despite the fact he had lived in the US for most of his life, and the fact that he had only been in England for at best 4 years, he still had an unshakeable British accent. It actually frustrated him. Looking over at Cynthia he remembered the day he went to visit her in her isolation. He still couldn't shake off the fact she had been released. Even if she wasn't the murderer, was she really ready for the outside world? Then again, many thought Jacob should have been in Cynthia's situation growing up, after all he had a mental illness in many peoples minds, in others it was a condition. Still at least Jacob had somewhat adapted to life. For Cynthia it was going to be a process of doing that all over again. At first he wanted to ignore Riley, but he knew that was rude. So once she got back from her drink he just muttered some words, not though about, no emotion, heck not even malice attached to them [color=9e0039]"Hello Riley"[/color] Jacob didn't want to speak to Tim just yet. he was only comfortable speaking to a few people at a time, and despite his previous relationships with the two of them, Jacob knew them a lot more than Tim. So for now, Jacob would remain silent