ice2365 said
I bet. He should pelt her with airsoft bb's
Or he could challenge her to a push-up, sit-up, pull-up contest. Or maybe a 5k? A sprint would be fine.
Just don't ask him to play baseball or something that requires actual coordination T.T
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Or he could challenge her to a push-up, sit-up, pull-up contest. Or maybe a 5k? A sprint would be fine.
Just don't ask him to play baseball or something that requires actual coordination T.T
Little Miss Profit is in for a hell of a surprise when she sees Jacob actually do something that involves physical fitness.
Mizuho said
WHOA O_OThey're roommates and stuff. whoa XD
Naughttyyyyyyy :P
I'm with Singe on this...anti-matter weapon tech is too dangerous to use for anybody. Honestly, a gram of antimatter would yield more explosion that the god damned Fat Man.
Jacob Rockwell: Really, REALLY bad at stuff. Like. Really.
Jacob was still standing by the table with the two-liter bottles on it when he noticed the principal and vice principal talking. No. What? NO. NO WAY. They weren't talking-even Jacob could see that. They were...starstruck! Who could blame them? Catherine freaking Sinclair had just bumped into them. Catherine. Sinclair. Like, holy shit. Holy. Shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit it's Catherine fucking Sinclair and you're standing alone at a drink table watching the principal like a damned idiot do something. Taking a deep breath, he looked around nervously. As much as he wanted an excuse to go over there and talk, he-HE HAD AN EXCUSE! The fall! Yes, of course, his principal just got knocked into and one of his fellow students just tripped. He couldn't not make sure they were okay. That would be terrible.
Calmly making his way towards two of his favorite people in the world, Jacob was dying inside. Panic was overpowering every inch of his body and he's have been sweating like a beast if he hadn't so liberally applied his anti-antiperspirant this morning. As he came upon the group, Mr Hawthorne had already taken off, the principal chasing after. His eyes grew wide for a second before he blinked the terror away from his face. Great, his conversation buffers had just run off. Dammit all. And now he was alone with Wren oh fucking hell why did he have to be so awkward? Okay, Jacob. Moment of truth. Is this year gonna be decent or terrible? You can do this. The hospital prepared you for this, you can do this.
Jacob made a friendly smile at Wren, nodded his head gently, and stopped calmly near her, gesturing his head at the principal and vice principal. His mouth was feeling a little dry, but he chalked that up to dehydration. He'd have to grab a water bottle to combat the heat. "Look at those two. I got nothing against them, heck, I love Mr Hawthorne, but...they're just acting real silly, don't ya think?" Was that too informal? What was better? They were students at the same school, that was fine. BUT SHE'S CATHERINE FREAKING SINCLAIR YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPING THE GROUND SHE WALKS ON! No. No, that was fine.
As Acacia revealed the dunk tank, Jacob looked down at himself. He wanted to be up there. It was a bit strange for him, really, but he wanted to try to get more open with people, after all. What better way than to-scars. Fuck. Could he...could he really expose his back to the world? There's...there's no way anybody would want to see that. Still...he had to try, right? Yeah...yeah, after principal Aldrin was done, he'd try. He'd get changed real quick, stuff his clothes into his bag, and get dunked. Yeah. Yeah, that would work. That's a plan, that's a good plan.
Calmly making his way towards two of his favorite people in the world, Jacob was dying inside. Panic was overpowering every inch of his body and he's have been sweating like a beast if he hadn't so liberally applied his anti-antiperspirant this morning. As he came upon the group, Mr Hawthorne had already taken off, the principal chasing after. His eyes grew wide for a second before he blinked the terror away from his face. Great, his conversation buffers had just run off. Dammit all. And now he was alone with Wren oh fucking hell why did he have to be so awkward? Okay, Jacob. Moment of truth. Is this year gonna be decent or terrible? You can do this. The hospital prepared you for this, you can do this.
Jacob made a friendly smile at Wren, nodded his head gently, and stopped calmly near her, gesturing his head at the principal and vice principal. His mouth was feeling a little dry, but he chalked that up to dehydration. He'd have to grab a water bottle to combat the heat. "Look at those two. I got nothing against them, heck, I love Mr Hawthorne, but...they're just acting real silly, don't ya think?" Was that too informal? What was better? They were students at the same school, that was fine. BUT SHE'S CATHERINE FREAKING SINCLAIR YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPING THE GROUND SHE WALKS ON! No. No, that was fine.
As Acacia revealed the dunk tank, Jacob looked down at himself. He wanted to be up there. It was a bit strange for him, really, but he wanted to try to get more open with people, after all. What better way than to-scars. Fuck. Could he...could he really expose his back to the world? There's...there's no way anybody would want to see that. Still...he had to try, right? Yeah...yeah, after principal Aldrin was done, he'd try. He'd get changed real quick, stuff his clothes into his bag, and get dunked. Yeah. Yeah, that would work. That's a plan, that's a good plan.
Little post to help ease things along.
Sophos shook his head as Demoko spoke to him. "No offense is taken, none at all. I'm not proud enough to deny that I'm in a bad shape right now, my friend." However, the Sage's plan to get by without a fight made him curious. What did Demoko have up his sleeve now? When he remembered the amazing gifts he'd given everybody in the group, such as Caelan's infinite waterskin or his own perfect recipe book, the elderly mage couldn't help but put his trust in Demoko. Whatever they would have to face, Sophos was sure Demoko could handle it. Even...blowing the bridge up?! That...that would be a problem. A horde of Templars they might be able to fight through or get past, but...the Templars destroying the bridge? Now that was something that they had almost no defense against.
Turning to Demoko, Sophos listened attentively as he started to speak to the newly arrived merchants. So that was his game, eh? Hiding out among a group of travelers, under a simple disguise spell? That was a good plan. A good plan, indeed. Taking one of the rings, Sophos put it on, his appearance shifting to that of a man younger than he, but by no means youthful. His hair appeared to become darker, with flecks of white sprinkled within it. Climbing into the back of one of the wagons, "Now this is a plan, Demoko! We'll sneak right by, and they'll not have noticed it was us if all goes well! They'll be here another day while we make our way into Castle Town! Hahaaaa!"
Turning to Demoko, Sophos listened attentively as he started to speak to the newly arrived merchants. So that was his game, eh? Hiding out among a group of travelers, under a simple disguise spell? That was a good plan. A good plan, indeed. Taking one of the rings, Sophos put it on, his appearance shifting to that of a man younger than he, but by no means youthful. His hair appeared to become darker, with flecks of white sprinkled within it. Climbing into the back of one of the wagons, "Now this is a plan, Demoko! We'll sneak right by, and they'll not have noticed it was us if all goes well! They'll be here another day while we make our way into Castle Town! Hahaaaa!"
ice2365 said
I feel really dumb :(....Sorry!Hehehehehe guess who I want to get blamed for the whole thing? Yep Jacob's buddy old pal Vladimir!
Never fear, Vladdy! Jacob will testify that it couldn't have been him, because the dumbo tripped on his freaking brownies and squished them. And Jacob didn't eat no squished brownie.
Unless, of course, he didn't squish the brownies. That would kinda fuck that whole line of reasoning...
Bird said
So, not only will poor Jacob be high, he'll be high in his A Class. XD That sucks, man. Really sucks.
Yeah, it kinda does haha.
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