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Post by Jackson Nez on Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:00 am

Jackson really liked having his weekends outside of St. Christina's. It was just enough freedom that he wanted it; if he had been allowed to go out everyday, he wouldn't have. But there was a downside, too; he had long ago realized that he couldn't do anything worthwhile because he didn't have any money and he couldn't get a job. He had briefly considered asking Charlotte or Kasey for funds, but had decided that Charlotte would only reply with a rant about how much she had done for him already, and that he would feel too bad about asking his brother for money. So he remained broke and bored. However, the park was an excellent place for pointless meandering. It was a nice change to have somewhere else to walk around other than the grounds of the institution, which was beginning to get more than a little repetitive.

Plus, here, there were people to watch that weren't totally crazy. Okay, well, they had to be a little crazy to move to this island in the first place, but they weren't certifiable. They were semi-normal people who hadn't gone off the deep end, walking their dogs, reading their papers, riding their bikes. It was fascinating to Jackson that maybe no-one could tell him apart from these normal people, unless they noticed him staring quite obliviously at said normal people, deep in thought. Sometimes he realized that he'd been standing in the same place for God knows how long, and would quickly start walking again, his hands in his pockets, looking down until he was sure that no-one was staring at him. He didn't think that he was fooling anyone, really, but it was nice to think it.

Today, he was doing much of the same; walking about, wearing his jacket as always. No-one else was about to get the all-inclusive scar show anytime soon. In passing, Jackson glanced at a man reading a novel on a bench next to a girl who was texting and awarded them their own subplot. Novel boy would forever be trying to get texting girl to notice him, but she would be too busy texting. Until the end, when she dropped her phone, and he picked it up for her...that was cute, but barfy. Mulling over the merits of novel boy and texting girl, he wandered by a man who was kneeling beside a child, holding onto its arm just a little too tightly and talking through his teeth. The kid was trying his best to get away, but he was all of four. Jackson wanted to punt the guy in the face, but he was aware that it was not illegal or, in fact, immoral to be angry at your whiny toddler, nor was it illegal or immoral to discipline it. He just wished that discipline didn't look so much like child abuse. He glanced over his shoulder at the kid, who seemed to be calming down. The guy picked up his still-whining four-year-old and kissed it on the head. Jackson turned back around just in time to find himself ploughing into an unsuspecting pedestrian.

"Um, sorry...sorry...I wasn't looking," he spluttered, grabbing their shoulder to make sure that they stayed upright, averting his eyes. "You okay?"
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Post by Guest on Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:54 am

Ah, the weekend. Freedom and sunshine and weather that was cool enough for a jumper, but not so much for sweat. It was lovely on the island this time of year, which brought out the townspeople to the public areas during their breaks. Teenagers and young women prowled the town area, exploring shops and enjoying meals. Most of the time, Jezebel would wander to the local library for a few hours on her weekends out, read a good book or two to pass the time. But today, she couldn't resist the weather, and walked through the town with her hands in her pockets, and a smile on her face.

The bleach blonde hair that wasn't pulled into the messy ponytail on her head was gently fluttering around her pale face in the light breeze. Her boat shoes landed heavily against the ground as she walked, the rubber making definite thunks with each footfall. She smiled at the people passing by, giving a short wave to a fellow member of St. Christina's Adult Center as she passed her by on the street. Children's voices passed through the wind, twisting within the trees and leaves and birds, drawing the blonde forward toward a park she didn't know existed.

It was a cute little place, jungle gym for the little ones, riddled with twisting sidewalks and pathways, benches scattered along the way for weary legs. There were many people out that afternoon, obviously enjoying the weather as the sun warmed the cool, lingering air. Jezebel lifted her chin, her eyes going toward the blue, blue sky, riddled with clouds and blackbirds. And then she was pushed off balance by an unknown figure.

Immediately after, a bracing arm, and apologies. Jezebel's eyes were wide in confusion, her mind taking a moment to catch up to what had just happened. "Oh!" She exclaimed, giving a short, awkward laugh. "I'm so sorry, I was, uh, looking at the sky." She paused, making an odd face when she realised how utterly ridiculous that sounded and waved her hand. "It's fine, I'm fine. Are you okay?" She smoothed her navy jumper again, making sure it laid against her stomach without a ripple before looking at him again. "Erm... Lovely weather we're having, yeah?" She offered strangely, unsure of how to proceed after knocking into someone gracelessly.

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Post by Jackson Nez on Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:04 pm

"Yeah...nice," Jackson replied, looking up. He could see why she would want to look at the sky -- it was pretty today. That notion didn't seem at all strange to him, but then, he was the one who was zoning out so completely that he couldn't even walk through the park; Jackson was not a good judge of what was strange and what wasn't. So...what happened next? He would have liked to be able to say that his social skills had improved since he'd been on this island, but that was just not true. He'd had new experiences, that was true, but he still didn't know how to make conversation with a complete stranger who he'd just almost run over. He wondered what part of the island she was from; he knew that she wasn't from the adolescent part of St. Christina's, and she didn't look old enough to come from the adult part, though it was possible. She probably couldn't tell that he was crazy yet. That would take a few minutes.

"I'm Jackson," he said, extending his hand. Wait...did you shake hands with girls? It was too late now if you weren't supposed to, at any rate, so he decided not to worry about it. A plethora of stupid questions ran through his mind, but he didn't want to ask any of them because, well...they were stupid. Finally, he settled on,

"Sorry again for...that. I'm kind of...well, um, spacey." He smiled feebly and shrugged. That was a gross understatement, actually. He imagined that this girl understood being spacey, though, because she seemed sort of flighty herself. Not that Jackson was a good judge of character...he was too busy trying to cast people to actually judge their character. It was too soon to try and cast this girl in his life movie...she was just Girl Clumsily Knocked Aside in Park, which was a pretty shitty role to have to have. He was guessing that she was probably already picking up on the first 'crazy' vibes if she was perceptive...the first clue was the stutter. Jackson was sure that lots of non-crazy people stuttered, but it just made you sound nuts no matter what you did. If he were to be delivering a speech on quantum physics it would have sounded nuts.
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