Jack took a deep breath, raised his hands, and began...

"It's...complicated. You see, what happened was..."

And with that, Jack began a recap of the events since he'd woken up.

(Jack Anderson continued elsewhere...)

Jack raised his hands. No weapon, no real ability to pretend that he had one... "Do you want me to clear out as well?" he asked. "Because I can do that." Beat. "I..." Shrug. "I got up late..." he admitted, as if it would somehow make the whole shitshow that wa...

[[ Jack Anderson followed Jezzie out of the basement. ]] As Jezzie's story came to an end and he squinted at emerging from the dark of the basement, Jack shook his head once more in disbelief. "What the fuck? Like...okay, this isn't some...I dunno, tea party...but..." Jack huffs out a bre...

Jack listened with rapt (if not quite stunned) attention as Jezzie gave her description of what happened. And then...

[[Following Jezzie Jack Anderson heads upstairs as well...]]

"...actually, it is. Jack Anderson." She got it in one! Jack thought for a moment, trying to remember if they share a class that he's not remembering, before giving up. The bit about Janice having...killed someone?...caused him to blink. "You're..." Kidding? No, she isn't. "...

What happened to her? Jack shrugged. "I wish I could tell you. I just..." Jack shook his head. "I just woke up." Beat. "I've never been a morning person. Looks like I overslept again..." he said, shrugging. He cast a look in the direction of Iris storming out. "I t...

Jack nodded in assent and, as quickly as he could manage to, started pulling. It was pull, right? Or was it push? Luckily, he got it right (at least for what he was told to do). "Calm down, damnit!" he grunted at Iris. "We're trying !" He didn't know it, but Jack's thoughts were ...

Jack began making his way over towards the barrel, stepping carefully as he still tried to clear the cobwebs from his brain...and any disbelief alongside it. "Wha..." Jack began in response to the answer, when any attempts at even a pretense of stealthy movement were ruined quite thoroughl...

S126 - Anderson, John "Jack" - GAME START Jack came to in a belated haze. He actually tried to go back to sleep, and then upon drifting, very much against his will, back into the land of the living, he muttered something which vaguely resembled words. "Dun wanna ged up..." he mu...

Entering Jack Anderson into the roll call. (He's not /quite/ done, but he's already been submitted and I should have another round of revisions in LATE tonight.)

"Are you stamped?" A deep sigh emerged from David. "Yeah." Pause. "No fake ID, and I don't want to try slipping the bouncers a twenty." A smirk emerged on David's face at the latter comment. "It'd get a little expensive after a few times." Say what you would ...

"Also enjoying some drinks, which I can see you're doing as well." "It's nothing much." Pause. "Can't get anything strong or my parents will kill me if they find out, but...it tastes good." David looked down at the virgin drink, shrugging. He wasn't going to get even t...

David would probably have frequented bars with a bit more regularity except for two facts: He didn't like the taste or smell of beer, and he didn't care to get caught with a fake ID if he could help it seeing as his father would have killed him and then it would have gotten ugly. However, this parti...

The other David didn't seem to have much to say; shooting someone had clearly left him...David didn't know what the word was, but 'shocked' would qualify. Shocked...or in shock...or something like that. As much as David Anderson wanted to, you know, tell him to calm down and all that good stuff, he ...

((OOC: Skipping Fullcircle since...well, I'm getting too close to two weeks for comfort)) IC: David saw the blood around the girl who was shot. He'd asked for a drink, and it wasn't because he was trying to be social or something...he felt the world spinning as the insults and attacks came on top of...