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THE RECKONING. IT BEGINS.
Jacob had spent the first week at Caelbury trying to keep to himself. Until classes started, he could relax, play video games, and just not worry for once. It was nice. The picnic was soon, which he always enjoyed. However, this year was different. As the new CO, he would have to get dressed up in his uniform to greet new cadets and generally give the program a good impression. It was something he simultaneously looked forward to and dreaded. He knew he would mess something up, he just wasn't sure what it was yet. Saturday afternoon, he went out and bought a few bottles of soda as well as several bags of chex mix. Chex mix was the fuckin' bomb, and anybody who disagreed was either an idiot or had no soul.
Jolting up as his alarm started blaring, Jacob's arm shot out and slammed the silence button. "Eight AM, here we go baby." Pulling himself out of bed, he walked to the bathroom, showered, shaved very carefully, applied sunscreen, deodorant and antiperspirant, and made his way back to his room. He took his sweet time putting on the uniform, so much time in fact, that he wasn't dressed until nine. This was normal for him, really. One did not simply drag a razor across their face, throw on a Marine Corps Service Uniform, and call it plenty of work. No, unless you wanted to get chewed out, you had to make sure to get every last damned hair, and put that uniform on like a real marine would. Make sure it was clean and crisp, as well as devoid of excess wrinkles.
Yawning as he bit down into a pop tart, Jacob grabbed his pill bottle, stashing it in one of his uniform's many pockets. Nobody would notice if he quickly popped a pill, right? Not like anybody fucking ever does, so why am I worried? Besides, if anybody asks, it's my heart medication. They don't buy it, that's their problem, not mine. That's why I'm not joining the military, not the fact that I've tried to off myself half a dozen times. Stop. That was the past, it's not happening again. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his backpack, which contained everything he'd need for the day, including a fresh change of clothes, and left the room.
Stepping out of the dorm building, he pulled his Cover on and made his way to the picnic grounds, nodding politely at anybody who he recognized. Every step was calm and exact, every turn executed either at half-intervals of forty-five degrees or a perfect ninety degrees. When he reached the picnic grounds, the first thing he did was make a beeline for the Colonel and Mr Hawthorne. As he approached, he smiled and nodded gently at his two favorite teachers. "I hope you two have an excellent day. It's sure hot out...it's gonna get real rough later in the day, if you ask me. Hope y'all are prepared for it." Making his leave from them, he approached Acacia's table, smelling her cupcakes before noticing an unassuming tray of brownies at a nearby table. Grabbing a cupcake with a napkin, he made his way over to the brownie table and also took one of the chocolatey treats.
As he finished the cupcake, he took a deep smell of the brownie, coughing just a little bit. It was a bit odd-smelling, but it wasn't off-putting. Biting down into the brownie, Jacob smiled a little as the taste filled his mouth. "Ahhh...that's some good brownie. I ought to thank whoever made these!" When he made his way back to the table where he'd found them, nobody was directly watching over the brownies. Ahh damn. I was hoping I could get the recipe. Oh well. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to unload his snacks, he carefully swung the backpack around his arm, unzipping it and pulling the bags of chex mix out and pouring them into a few empty bowls, setting them up around the tables. When the bags were emptied out, he took his soda over to the refreshments table and placed the bottles with their plastic brethren, letting out a small sigh. Today was probably gonna be a looong day.
Jolting up as his alarm started blaring, Jacob's arm shot out and slammed the silence button. "Eight AM, here we go baby." Pulling himself out of bed, he walked to the bathroom, showered, shaved very carefully, applied sunscreen, deodorant and antiperspirant, and made his way back to his room. He took his sweet time putting on the uniform, so much time in fact, that he wasn't dressed until nine. This was normal for him, really. One did not simply drag a razor across their face, throw on a Marine Corps Service Uniform, and call it plenty of work. No, unless you wanted to get chewed out, you had to make sure to get every last damned hair, and put that uniform on like a real marine would. Make sure it was clean and crisp, as well as devoid of excess wrinkles.
Yawning as he bit down into a pop tart, Jacob grabbed his pill bottle, stashing it in one of his uniform's many pockets. Nobody would notice if he quickly popped a pill, right? Not like anybody fucking ever does, so why am I worried? Besides, if anybody asks, it's my heart medication. They don't buy it, that's their problem, not mine. That's why I'm not joining the military, not the fact that I've tried to off myself half a dozen times. Stop. That was the past, it's not happening again. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his backpack, which contained everything he'd need for the day, including a fresh change of clothes, and left the room.
Stepping out of the dorm building, he pulled his Cover on and made his way to the picnic grounds, nodding politely at anybody who he recognized. Every step was calm and exact, every turn executed either at half-intervals of forty-five degrees or a perfect ninety degrees. When he reached the picnic grounds, the first thing he did was make a beeline for the Colonel and Mr Hawthorne. As he approached, he smiled and nodded gently at his two favorite teachers. "I hope you two have an excellent day. It's sure hot out...it's gonna get real rough later in the day, if you ask me. Hope y'all are prepared for it." Making his leave from them, he approached Acacia's table, smelling her cupcakes before noticing an unassuming tray of brownies at a nearby table. Grabbing a cupcake with a napkin, he made his way over to the brownie table and also took one of the chocolatey treats.
As he finished the cupcake, he took a deep smell of the brownie, coughing just a little bit. It was a bit odd-smelling, but it wasn't off-putting. Biting down into the brownie, Jacob smiled a little as the taste filled his mouth. "Ahhh...that's some good brownie. I ought to thank whoever made these!" When he made his way back to the table where he'd found them, nobody was directly watching over the brownies. Ahh damn. I was hoping I could get the recipe. Oh well. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to unload his snacks, he carefully swung the backpack around his arm, unzipping it and pulling the bags of chex mix out and pouring them into a few empty bowls, setting them up around the tables. When the bags were emptied out, he took his soda over to the refreshments table and placed the bottles with their plastic brethren, letting out a small sigh. Today was probably gonna be a looong day.
Sixsmith said
CIA connectionsGee Gee
300 confirmed kills babby. Get at me.
Sixsmith said
You realize Hayden is going to kill the both of you if you attempt anything remotely like this, right?Without remorse...No mercy.
Come at me bro, I'm hiding behind seven proxies.
Mizuho said
HAYDEN DO SOMETHING Q~Q
Mwahahaaaaa, Cole is the fall guy here! I WILL DEFEAT YOU, DAMMIT! :P
Mizuho said
He'll only notice them if the cuts are placed somewhere visible. Acacia's not going to leave cuts on her arm, it's too easily seen. And she's not cutting... Yet.
Oh, I see how it is. COLE, TEAM UP WITH JACOB AND GET IN ACACIA'S PANTS, THEN INFORM HIM IF SHE HAS SCARS! I WILL DEFEAT YOU, MIZU! I SHALL WIIIIIINNNN!!!
Mizuho said
Don't underestimate Acacia's ability to hide things. She's smart about it, and will make sure that there's nothing to even remotely suggest what she does. Remember, she's prideful, and a liar. Besides for that occasional dark look in her eyes, there's nothing to give it away.If a fellow depressed person started to guess at it, Acacia would die D:
One dark look is all it takes, honestly. Jacob can be socially retarded, but he understands depression like nobody's business. Also, I added one small thing to my other post: if there are physical cuts, Jacob will probably notice them. I have a LOT planned for him, growth-wise as well as for being a beacon of hope for people.
Mizuho said
Oh please, nobody has any clue how truly depressed Acacia is. Probably not even Hayden or Eliza. Flynn might cuz he's observant and perceptive.
You are talking about a guy who just spent two months in a mental hospital and has spent most of his life hiding his depression from his family, Mizu. His parents didn't even know he was even upset until he tried to cut his arm off.
Also, I was talking about the cuts. He's good at seeing that kind of stuff, despite his bad vision.
Mizuho said
--Denial. "What do you mean I need help? I'm perfectly fine!" Really Acacia? Then what are those cuts on your arms?
God. Fucking. DAMMIT!!! Jacob has dem eyes, Mizu. He has dem eyes. Acacia will not hide from him, NEVEERRRRR!!!
Sixsmith said
I'm sorry, Jacob, but Hayden drug tests everyone who comes to the grill, so he needs to get as much meat as he can before he has any of Alice's pot brownies.
That's a hell of a drug test if it can be completed during the picnic :P
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