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Quite the direction we're going with this
Everyone else probably gonna actually ask productive questions; meanwhile, Jackson asking THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
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Jackson was too involved in the realization that he was in the same room with Cameron Mason to register anything else happening at the moment. He knew what people were thinking: he didn't look like the kind of dude that vibe with the kind of manufactured pop music that Cameron Mason put out. It didn't make sense for him sometimes, either. He was a rocker. He lived and died by the axe, but every once in a while, Jackson leans towards that manufactured pop music and it just hits. Like going thirty into a brick wall, so obvious yet you never see it coming until you start jamming out to the private concert they put on.
Jackson kept singing and humming to himself, mouthing the words to the song that Cameron had started to sing, but then he heard other voices. Whether it was his natural curiosity to do dumb shit, Jackson took half of his head out of his own ass and looked around. One by one, he looked to the others eventually landing on..."Angels? No fucking way!"
And that's when everything Jackson had ever thought he knew was a lie. Jackson's folks were heavy religious nuts. He spent some of his life in Sunday school and spent the last three years rejecting the fuck out of angels, religion, and even the idea that God was even real. He spent those years as a big-time atheist and only believing in his board, the teachings of Tony Hawk, and the top five artists on his Spotify Wrapped.
But there were legit angels in front of him (and everyone else too).
And wait did they say they were in heaven?
"Holy. Fucking. Shit..." Jackson's mind was officially blown.
Wait...did that mean he was dead? Crap! If he was dead, then that meant no more fried twinkies. No more Law and Order!
Jackson took a few moments to allow himself to properly freak out in his mind as he tried to process everything. He clicked a link on his phone, thinking the game sounded pretty dope and come to find out, not only was that a terrible fucking idea because he was fucking dead, but there were two angels here.
Which could only mean one thing.
"So does that mean God is actually real? Was Ariana Grande right? Is God a woman?"
Jackson kept singing and humming to himself, mouthing the words to the song that Cameron had started to sing, but then he heard other voices. Whether it was his natural curiosity to do dumb shit, Jackson took half of his head out of his own ass and looked around. One by one, he looked to the others eventually landing on..."Angels? No fucking way!"
And that's when everything Jackson had ever thought he knew was a lie. Jackson's folks were heavy religious nuts. He spent some of his life in Sunday school and spent the last three years rejecting the fuck out of angels, religion, and even the idea that God was even real. He spent those years as a big-time atheist and only believing in his board, the teachings of Tony Hawk, and the top five artists on his Spotify Wrapped.
But there were legit angels in front of him (and everyone else too).
And wait did they say they were in heaven?
"Holy. Fucking. Shit..." Jackson's mind was officially blown.
Wait...did that mean he was dead? Crap! If he was dead, then that meant no more fried twinkies. No more Law and Order!
Jackson took a few moments to allow himself to properly freak out in his mind as he tried to process everything. He clicked a link on his phone, thinking the game sounded pretty dope and come to find out, not only was that a terrible fucking idea because he was fucking dead, but there were two angels here.
Which could only mean one thing.
"So does that mean God is actually real? Was Ariana Grande right? Is God a woman?"
Insomnia
Yurie: "the only thing worse than being stuck in a room with Cameron Mason is being stuck in a room with Cameron Mason fans"
Jackson: "We're nothing like Swifties. We're a normal cult. Scout's honor!"
Jackson looks and acts like a guy who wouldn't be the biggest pop stan, but he very much is.
Adele, Taylor Swift, and even our resident pop icon, Cameron Mason.
Adele, Taylor Swift, and even our resident pop icon, Cameron Mason.
"But I set fire...to the rain, as I watched it pour down your face~"
The musical hummings of an eighteen-year-old kid echoed through the streets of Seattle as the sounds of the wheels of his skateboard added an unique background noise. This kid, Jackson Drake, looked, talked, and acted like someone straight out of the 2000s. With loose jeans and a graphic tee that, out of his entire collection, what seemed daunting was Spongebob and Squidward all decked out in their best rapper cosplay. Jackson was a fan of vintage style and it didn't get more vintage than the glorious decade of the 2000s and the style is unmatched and unrivaled.
Jackson had the sounds of Adele blasting in his wireless headphones that were connected to his cell phone and it was connected specifically to his Spotify App. He was just fresh out of high school, graduating with a GPA of 2.3, which he was immensely proud of...mainly because he wasn't sure if he would graduate at all. Fortunately for him, he had a few teachers who either hated his guts so much they let a student who didn't deserve to graduate do so with his friends or took pity on him and rounded up his tests to the best possible score that would allow him to get out of there and live his dreams.
He liked to believe it was the latter.
Jackson was a part-time delivery man who worked for the Chinese takeout place near his apartment that he shared with his older brother. They weren't too picky over his mode of transportation since most of the orders came in within a three-block radius, so he could get around in practically no time. He used his cruiser board to get around his neighborhood with relative ease.
"And here we are!"
Jackson popped off his board and slid like a champ into a local grocery store. He was very familiar with the owner's daughter. "Denise, how's it hanging?" He flashed her a smile, rizzing her up the best he could.
Denise was five years older than him but that didn't stop him for trying to shoot his shot. He loved adventures. He loved new experiences. Rock climbing, going to the abandoned mansion outside of town, and even trying to hit up a woman way out of his league who never showed any kind of interest in for as long as she knew him.
With an unphased reaction, Denise just handed him a twenty. "You got my chow mein and two entree order of walnut shrimp and spicy beef?"
With a heavy sigh, Jackson placed the bag in his hand on the countertop. "Yep. And it's really only fifteen bucks. You want change?"
The woman shrugged. "Nah, keep the change. Maybe you can use it on some unlucky girl who falls for your charms..that isn't me," she added to ensure that he didn't have any hope left.
Well, mission accomplished.
"Oh come on. Maybe you'll think differently--"
beep beep
"Seems like you have another order waiting for you."
Disappointed but refocusing, Jackson whipped out his phone as he saw a notification from his Gmail. He always checked it and cleared out most spam E-mails he received almost as soon as he did. His boss also preferred to send it through email. The system he set up was that every order that needed to be picked up would automatically be sent out through Email. It was a bit odd, but Jackson liked the system because it meant he always needed his phone with him.
He opened his Gmail app and while he did see the message from Mr. Li, he also noticed he got another email. This one caught his attention.
"The Digital World needs my help?" Jackson was riding his board slowly, looking at the message. It mentioned something about evil being afoot and a whole bunch of extra words. Stopping at a crosswalk, Jackson was mentally scratching his head. "I don't even play these games, but this sounds kinda sick." While he never took great care in downloading shady apps, he usually felt a sense of comfort doing so from the Play Store and seeing 'protected by Play Protect' as some sort of guarantee that it wasn't going to give his phone aids.
What harm could downloading it from Gmail be?
With a light shrug, he clicked the link without even looking at his phone. It was an absentminded phone touch and he was looking ahead at the crosswalk, waiting for some cars to move past. He just didn't realize the light from his phone getting brighter until it was all that he could see. The moment he blinked, he opened his eyes to look around him. Aside from the group of people who he assumed were around his age, Jackson didn't recognize where he was nor did he recognize any of the people who were nearby.
And when he did, he realized one very important thing.
He was not in Seattle anymore.
"Wait, is that Cameron Mason?" Jackson squinted and rubbed his eyes with his hands, and blinked again. And then another for good measure. "Hot balls, it really is him!" He said a bit louder than he thought he did, not realizing he had his headphones still on. "Whoops, did I say that too loud?"
The musical hummings of an eighteen-year-old kid echoed through the streets of Seattle as the sounds of the wheels of his skateboard added an unique background noise. This kid, Jackson Drake, looked, talked, and acted like someone straight out of the 2000s. With loose jeans and a graphic tee that, out of his entire collection, what seemed daunting was Spongebob and Squidward all decked out in their best rapper cosplay. Jackson was a fan of vintage style and it didn't get more vintage than the glorious decade of the 2000s and the style is unmatched and unrivaled.
Jackson had the sounds of Adele blasting in his wireless headphones that were connected to his cell phone and it was connected specifically to his Spotify App. He was just fresh out of high school, graduating with a GPA of 2.3, which he was immensely proud of...mainly because he wasn't sure if he would graduate at all. Fortunately for him, he had a few teachers who either hated his guts so much they let a student who didn't deserve to graduate do so with his friends or took pity on him and rounded up his tests to the best possible score that would allow him to get out of there and live his dreams.
He liked to believe it was the latter.
Jackson was a part-time delivery man who worked for the Chinese takeout place near his apartment that he shared with his older brother. They weren't too picky over his mode of transportation since most of the orders came in within a three-block radius, so he could get around in practically no time. He used his cruiser board to get around his neighborhood with relative ease.
"And here we are!"
Jackson popped off his board and slid like a champ into a local grocery store. He was very familiar with the owner's daughter. "Denise, how's it hanging?" He flashed her a smile, rizzing her up the best he could.
Denise was five years older than him but that didn't stop him for trying to shoot his shot. He loved adventures. He loved new experiences. Rock climbing, going to the abandoned mansion outside of town, and even trying to hit up a woman way out of his league who never showed any kind of interest in for as long as she knew him.
With an unphased reaction, Denise just handed him a twenty. "You got my chow mein and two entree order of walnut shrimp and spicy beef?"
With a heavy sigh, Jackson placed the bag in his hand on the countertop. "Yep. And it's really only fifteen bucks. You want change?"
The woman shrugged. "Nah, keep the change. Maybe you can use it on some unlucky girl who falls for your charms..that isn't me," she added to ensure that he didn't have any hope left.
Well, mission accomplished.
"Oh come on. Maybe you'll think differently--"
beep beep
"Seems like you have another order waiting for you."
Disappointed but refocusing, Jackson whipped out his phone as he saw a notification from his Gmail. He always checked it and cleared out most spam E-mails he received almost as soon as he did. His boss also preferred to send it through email. The system he set up was that every order that needed to be picked up would automatically be sent out through Email. It was a bit odd, but Jackson liked the system because it meant he always needed his phone with him.
He opened his Gmail app and while he did see the message from Mr. Li, he also noticed he got another email. This one caught his attention.
"The Digital World needs my help?" Jackson was riding his board slowly, looking at the message. It mentioned something about evil being afoot and a whole bunch of extra words. Stopping at a crosswalk, Jackson was mentally scratching his head. "I don't even play these games, but this sounds kinda sick." While he never took great care in downloading shady apps, he usually felt a sense of comfort doing so from the Play Store and seeing 'protected by Play Protect' as some sort of guarantee that it wasn't going to give his phone aids.
What harm could downloading it from Gmail be?
With a light shrug, he clicked the link without even looking at his phone. It was an absentminded phone touch and he was looking ahead at the crosswalk, waiting for some cars to move past. He just didn't realize the light from his phone getting brighter until it was all that he could see. The moment he blinked, he opened his eyes to look around him. Aside from the group of people who he assumed were around his age, Jackson didn't recognize where he was nor did he recognize any of the people who were nearby.
And when he did, he realized one very important thing.
He was not in Seattle anymore.
"Wait, is that Cameron Mason?" Jackson squinted and rubbed his eyes with his hands, and blinked again. And then another for good measure. "Hot balls, it really is him!" He said a bit louder than he thought he did, not realizing he had his headphones still on. "Whoops, did I say that too loud?"
Took me a bit longer than I would've liked. Had to deal with personal stuff today, but here's my boy.
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