[ When the medical professionals(?) bring him to, heal and clean him up, Jackson's lucidity returned. He wasn't going to be down for the count, not with the purple wolfsbane used on him. But, he'd been out of it and transported against his will. It's not long before he yanks himself out of the grasp of one of the so-called doctors. He straight up calls them kidnappers. He says a lot that goes over their heads, and everything they say goes over his. The deceit gene? It's called being alive. Deceit is a part of life. He lies every day. He tells small white lies and big, ongoing - not a shapeshifting creature kind of lies because he'd like to not be committed. (Not that he wouldn't break out of wherever they'd lock him up. If not by claws, then by tale.)
The limo temporarily shuts him up. He first refuses to get into the car. The residence it's taking him to implies he's staying here any longer than he has to.
The apartment is to his taste, high windows and space for days. If he's going to spend any time here, there could be worse places to stay. (This he eventually learns).
After changing into his clothes, still rumpled but no worse for the wear, he takes the device they've given him and he leaves his nice high rise apartment he intends to never see again.
Moving through the apartment building, he has one question for anybody he passes. ]
Have you seen a guy here named Ethan. Ethan Steiner. [ Ethan's not fond of his last name and Jackson barely uses it. He'll also hold up a folded picture he'd taken out of the frame they'd left him. They being the sicko doctors who'd stripped and processed him. ] Him.
[ The only reason he goes to orientation is to find his boyfriend and make sure he's okay. It's all he can do not to make a scene but he knows the time and place to do that. His frustration, however, is still mounting.
After, he searches the crowd and, once again, asks people about Ethan. This is getting old. ]
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[ If it's not the orientation that finally convinces him he isn't in any hunter's clutches, it's the sex expo that cements it.
He's not one to flaunt his sex life. That's for people that feel they need to, usually because they have nothing else going for them. Or, they want attention. Jackson doesn't want attention because he gets it.
His gaze is narrow and he keeps his reactions to a minimum. He prefers to look unimpressed than wide eyed and scandalized like some of these other people.
Anyone can find him standing, arms crossed, in front of whichever booth he's stopped at with a perpetual 'Why?' look on his face. Why is any of this necessary. Why is he here? Why is it always him? Yep, even when kidnapped with a group of other losers, it's still all about him. And his boyfriend, whom he will find and then he will proceed to kill. Because, he's left Jackson with this. A day at the Futuristic Perv Convention Center. ] This is asinine.
» » » NETWORK ][ user. whittemore
[ Like hell if he's programming his entire name in. Jackson's head comes into view. He's holding his device with his other hand. ]
Tell me everyone on here understands that all of us have the deceit gene. It's built in. Like survival. People lie because lying is unavoidable. Experiment over.
[ He knows it's not that easy. And he knows that's an excuse. This whole thing is a sorry excuse is what it is. Now that he got that out of the way. ]
Two more things. Has anybody been here for more than a year. And can someone not drinking the koolaide answer a few questions I have.
jackson whittemore (teen wolf) ][ dominant
[ When the medical professionals(?) bring him to, heal and clean him up, Jackson's lucidity returned. He wasn't going to be down for the count, not with the purple wolfsbane used on him. But, he'd been out of it and transported against his will. It's not long before he yanks himself out of the grasp of one of the so-called doctors. He straight up calls them kidnappers. He says a lot that goes over their heads, and everything they say goes over his. The deceit gene? It's called being alive. Deceit is a part of life. He lies every day. He tells small white lies and big, ongoing - not a shapeshifting creature kind of lies because he'd like to not be committed. (Not that he wouldn't break out of wherever they'd lock him up. If not by claws, then by tale.)
The limo temporarily shuts him up. He first refuses to get into the car. The residence it's taking him to implies he's staying here any longer than he has to.
The apartment is to his taste, high windows and space for days. If he's going to spend any time here, there could be worse places to stay. (This he eventually learns).
After changing into his clothes, still rumpled but no worse for the wear, he takes the device they've given him and he leaves his nice high rise apartment he intends to never see again.
Moving through the apartment building, he has one question for anybody he passes. ]
Have you seen a guy here named Ethan. Ethan Steiner. [ Ethan's not fond of his last name and Jackson barely uses it. He'll also hold up a folded picture he'd taken out of the frame they'd left him. They being the sicko doctors who'd stripped and processed him. ] Him.
[ The only reason he goes to orientation is to find his boyfriend and make sure he's okay. It's all he can do not to make a scene but he knows the time and place to do that. His frustration, however, is still mounting.
After, he searches the crowd and, once again, asks people about Ethan. This is getting old. ]
« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE
[ If it's not the orientation that finally convinces him he isn't in any hunter's clutches, it's the sex expo that cements it.
He's not one to flaunt his sex life. That's for people that feel they need to, usually because they have nothing else going for them. Or, they want attention. Jackson doesn't want attention because he gets it.
His gaze is narrow and he keeps his reactions to a minimum. He prefers to look unimpressed than wide eyed and scandalized like some of these other people.
Anyone can find him standing, arms crossed, in front of whichever booth he's stopped at with a perpetual 'Why?' look on his face. Why is any of this necessary. Why is he here? Why is it always him? Yep, even when kidnapped with a group of other losers, it's still all about him. And his boyfriend, whom he will find and then he will proceed to kill. Because, he's left Jackson with this. A day at the Futuristic Perv Convention Center. ] This is asinine.
» » » NETWORK ][ user. whittemore
[ Like hell if he's programming his entire name in. Jackson's head comes into view. He's holding his device with his other hand. ]
Tell me everyone on here understands that all of us have the deceit gene. It's built in. Like survival. People lie because lying is unavoidable. Experiment over.
[ He knows it's not that easy. And he knows that's an excuse. This whole thing is a sorry excuse is what it is. Now that he got that out of the way. ]
Two more things. Has anybody been here for more than a year. And can someone not drinking the koolaide answer a few questions I have.