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Park Players Feb 15, 2017 2:59:36 GMT

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Zak’s Outfit

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It wasn’t often that Zak wandered around the streets of Salem alone, but Fallyn lately had been busy. He refrained from asking them why, always a believer in personal space, and knowing that whenever they wanted to do something together they’d invite him. Still, Zak couldn’t help but miss those times he was able to play his guitar, which he kept over at Fallyn’s place. He missed the feel of the instrument in his hands, and the ability to just sit in peace in their yard and practice. He couldn’t practice at his own home – his father would kill him – and anywhere in public, absolutely not. He didn’t want to be sneered at or laughed at.

Besides, if someone from school saw him, they’d see him playing the guitar and think he idolized those desperate students at Metric. As if.

Zak traversed through the park, sticking out like a sore thumb among the crowd. He didn’t really care; the sun made him sweat under his layers of black and leather. He exhaled and continued on his journey through the park to get to the plaza nearby. He really wished he had a car – that would have saved him so much trouble, having to walk all the way to the damn store just for a candy bar.

Last Edit: Feb 15, 2017 2:59:48 GMT by mac

"dazzle me, dazzle me, throw away your gold. you're never gonna be what you wanna be with all that money, that money."

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Park Players Feb 15, 2017 3:37:26 GMT

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Post by Hyro on Feb 15, 2017 3:37:26 GMT

So.

Salem, California.

Just another city to mark off his map.

If this place was anything like the others, he’d be here for about a week or two, long enough to see his donations start to slim out from exposure, then he’d move on. Although, after making his way through town, he had to admit this place was nice. Lots of people around his age here, too, most likely due to the educational facilities around. Perhaps he’d stay in this one for a bit longer than usual… Perhaps.

For now, he needed to get some lunch. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just pull out a credit card like most people. No, he had to earn his meal first, which was what had brought him to Salem’s beautiful park today.

After some circling around a bit and scoping out all of the possible locations, the dark-haired boy finally found his best option for setting up stage. A nice little bench near one of the main pathways and close to the children’s playground. Plus, he loved watching the children playing blissfully, not a care in the world. The innocence calmed him, somehow.

Yes, this spot would have to do. Drake knelt down and threw the bulky case he was carrying over his shoulder, gently laying it on the ground in front of him before seeing to the hinges. It took a bit of finagling, especially with that one lock getting stuck as it always did, but with a force of will he was finally able to jimmy the container open, the case folding back unceremoniously to reveal an aging acoustic guitar. The guitar was a brilliant white wood with a faded-black trim, pick guard, and fret board. It did look a bit worn with hints of splintering here and there, but otherwise it seemed to be pretty well-kept and polished, a sign of mutual respect from the instrument’s owner.

He left the case where it was, wide open and beckoning for donations as he sat himself on the bench he’d picked out and shifted around until he felt comfortable. A little bit of string plucking, a quick tuning job, and… voila.

It was time.

It seemed no matter how many times he did this, he still got a touch nervous. He knew he just had to start playing, that was the only way to get past the shaky feeling in his gut. The now 17-year-old boy closed his eyes and took in a deep, wavering breath, then held it there for just a moment. He allowed the sounds around him to soothe his nerves, feeling the gentle breeze against his face. If he focused, he could already hear the music in the air. It was always there, just waiting for another musician to come along and join in. You just had to know how to hear it. With that, he exhaled, his breathing much more steady now, and opened his eyes with confidence.

A melodic tune began to fill the air, traveling down the sidewalk and fading into the trees. It was a soft rock ballad with hints of grief and clawing desperation mixed into the chords. Each note was played with true passion and each stroke was a channeled emotion of the musician who made it.

Drake always felt at peace when he played, as if he could feel himself drifting off to a faraway plane where he could be himself. His music was his own world, and from that world, he began to sing. His voice was deep like a grunge singer’s, but not harsh or rustic. It was smooth, in fact, and at times soft and almost angelic.

Lyrics were sung from the heart, just as they had been written. For anyone listening, they were sure to feel the emotion in each verse flow through them like a rippling wave, small but impactful nonetheless.

--- Drake Coleman ---

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Park Players Feb 15, 2017 4:21:30 GMT

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Zak heard the beginnings of music while he was en route to the store. He paused and looked around, as though expecting to see Fallyn with his guitar, flashing one of their signature smirks at him. But instead, a ways away, he saw a dark haired boy with a guitar case in front of him, practicing music. He must be a student at Mertic, Zak thought. A few people seemed to be gathering around, admiring the music, and throwing money in. Since Salem was a place full of arts students street performances were welcomed and common – by the time Zak realized he was walking away from the store and towards the performer, there was a small group surrounding him.

Upon arriving, Zak lingered towards the back, watching as the guy strummed his well-kept guitar and listening to the words he sang. It was an overall pleasant sound. Most of the crowd threw coins and bills in and then went about their way. Zak stayed to listen to the music, swaying back and forth where he stood and closing his eyes to listen to the music. He fondled the money he had in his pocket for a snack. He should leave something for the guy – but he hadn’t brought very much.

Zak fished out one of the dollars from his pocket, and put it into the case. As he looked up, unfortunately, he mad accidental eye contact with the singer and quickly looked away, cleared his throat, and backed off to continue to appreciate the music. All of the people around him came and went; he was the only one who stuck around for the whole song.

"dazzle me, dazzle me, throw away your gold. you're never gonna be what you wanna be with all that money, that money."

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Park Players Feb 15, 2017 6:57:48 GMT

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Post by Hyro on Feb 15, 2017 6:57:48 GMT

Of course, Drake had caught that momentary exchange, and admittedly he was curious. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Whoever this kid was, he almost looked like he could be his twin brother, for one. Just with longer hair and... eyeliner? Seriously, he never understood that trend.

They say you can see a person’s true selves in their eyes alone, and perhaps that was true to some degree. While Zak had likely seen some hidden trauma in his eyes, Drake had seen the longing look in Zak’s.

Eventually the song faded out and a quick side glance into his guitar case told him he was all set for a meal - and a nice one at that. Damn, this place was different from the others. No need for a second show elsewhere until later tonight.

Allowing for the guitar to dangle from his figure, Drake stood and moved over to the case, glancing at Zak for a moment before focusing back in on counting the money he’d collected.

“Show’s over, if you want an encore you gotta pay up front,” he spoke, his tone cold enough to freeze a cup of hot chocolate. Though admittedly that was far more tame than what he really wanted to say, which was, “Fuck off.” He decided to keep that one internalized for the time being.

Drake’s choice of black clothing certainly helped to combat any obvious signs of depravity, however his white tank top was starting to look a bit dirty, even from far away. He may have been a traveling street performer, but he was still poor as hell and above all, homeless. There was only so much he could do about that. He only hoped his groupie kept enough of a distance not to see or smell it.

Last Edit: Feb 15, 2017 17:46:37 GMT by Hyro

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Park Players Feb 15, 2017 18:00:08 GMT

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Post by pierce on Feb 15, 2017 18:00:08 GMT

Jack's outfit - shoes - bike

This is therapy, right? When instead of judgemental cross-chatter in his mind, there was quiet replaced by the songs of birds and the whir of his pedaling. He felt – whizzing down the big hill in the park grasses – that he could fly. Ultimate freedom. Course, as he rode through the park he didn't question the rules of gravity. He just kept going till he got tired. Until his legs wanted to twitch and tremble whenever he stilled in his stance above the bike seat. Only by necessity did he ever sit while riding, usually only if he needed to take it slow through the patches of people – if he needed to use the pathway or whatever. Jack did what he could to steer clear of that and stare in front of him through the grasses, gauging a way to just weave on through instead of get held back by some person walking their dogs or a group of kids playing ball.

Good. He had a clear path down, uninterrupted escape from his internal monologue – until he saw the fluctuating group of people way ahead near the playground and touched his breaks - tighter gradually till he rolled slow and stepped over the frame of his bike, riding one pedal, still in complete control of his direction. Jack began to hear music from behind its intended direction - toward the people standing to listen, then continuing on their way. The wind passing held a sort of musty smell that grew stronger and pulled his brows together. Once close enough to recognize the one stationary face in the bunch, he scoffed. Yeah, it figured he would be just standing there with his eyes closed like some freak. He moved a little to the side so he could see who was playing and leaned back with his arms crossed, his bike behind him, propped up for support on its stand.

Maybe a couple minutes passed, Jack didn't keep time. He just watched passively from the short distance until it looked like the guy was done playing, noticing Zak give his donation and smirking when the guy cold shouldered him. Enough was enough. Jack just had to talk some shit now.

He resumed an easy stance on the pedal and let the bike roll him forward, “I've got ten bucks that says go find a shower and fast.” There was thirty bucks burning a hole in his pocket, a nice allowance for actually passing more than half of his classes. So ten bucks was nothing to him anyway. He leaned his bike against a tree and fished out a tenspot, stepping up to just hand it to him. The dude smelled but Jack could give him some credit, “At least you picked a good spot. You aren't downwind to your crowd. - And look who it is,” he acknowledged with a quick upward tilt of his head to Zak, his expression amused. “I didn't think you came outside during the daytime.”

Last Edit: Feb 15, 2017 18:05:01 GMT by pierce

the Girls:
Cleo Leon * Perla Mercer * Remy Polait
Clare Temple & Eloise Temple, PI
Laine Vance * Lilith Peters * Wendy Lambert

the Guys:
Elliott Sadler * Lance Fleece * Wade Rawlson
Clint Clark * Sylvan Peters * Ross Uccello

the Metric Staff:
Marty Rivers (shop teacher)
Miles Lambert (guidance counselor)
Clay Carpet (janitor)

the SHSers:
Jack Morris * Paige Lipton * Dane Colson * Tina Kalivas

the Ghost:
Calvin Powell

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Park Players Feb 16, 2017 5:33:10 GMT

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Zak didn’t notice when the music stopped – he didn’t notice until he was snapped out of it by Drake finishing up and telling him that encores were paid up front. He gave the guy a blank stare. That was one way to respond to someone enjoying your music, he thought. ”Sorry, I just enjoy music.” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he turned around to leave.

Unfortunately, when he turned around, he saw the familiar face of Jack Morris staring at him. He made a disgusted face. That sea urchin really needed to do something to his face to make it less ugly. Like burn it all away. His comment directed towards him made Zak sneer.

”Vampire joke. Funny. You’re innovative. First time I’ve heard that one.” He said, and it was full well not the first time he’d heard that one. But sometimes Zak actually enjoyed being compared to a vampire; though he detested anything to do with Jack by default. He glared down at the significantly shorter guy. If only he'd shrink enough to no longer exist. He gave a dark glare and ignored the guy’s comment to Drake – though of course it was rude and assholeish. Just like anything Jack ever did or said. ”If I knew you were going to be out, I would have stayed in.”

Last Edit: Feb 16, 2017 5:35:19 GMT by mac

"dazzle me, dazzle me, throw away your gold. you're never gonna be what you wanna be with all that money, that money."

Hyro
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Suh, dude.

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Park Players Feb 17, 2017 4:02:12 GMT

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Post by Hyro on Feb 17, 2017 4:02:12 GMT

Drake’s eyes glanced up to Zak for a moment, seeming to consider something. After all, most people stuck around to be dicks or to get something out of him, but it seemed this guy actually enjoyed the show. It was… Well, refreshing. He opened his mouth to say something, but was caught off guard by another approaching via bike. Drake’s bright gray eyes flicked to the newcomer, darkening. In fact, he looked as if he was considering murdering the guy then and there. He looked Jack up and down, analyzing him with great scrutiny before snatching the ten dollar bill.

Murder was tempting - this guy was a jackass. That much was clear from his reaction to Zak, after all, and Drake honestly wanted nothing to do with him. He was already wanted for murder elsewhere, why not two charges? A small smirk crossed his face as he focused his eyes back on his guitar case, finding his thought process a little humorous, though the smile quickly faded.

“The thing about showers is, you have to have one. Or a house, for that matter, and I really doubt you’re offering,” he explained, lifting the guitar off his shoulders and laying it down into his case. A quick flip and a few locks secured and the boy was hoisting his guitar onto his back, straightening out.

He towered over Jack by quite a bit. “Tell you what, I’ll keep your money and use it at the laundromat. Good enough, asshole?” Drake could already tell he wouldn’t like this guy, though he also wasn’t going to put up with any of his shit.

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Park Players Feb 18, 2017 3:02:03 GMT

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Post by pierce on Feb 18, 2017 3:02:03 GMT

The welcome Jack received from both of them was the sort of welcome he got everywhere. Disdain was to be expected. Hell, it was a major part of existence. So when Jack saw the brutal look that the musician gave him, he smirked. He was just telling it like it is, but whatever. At least the guy accepted his offer. Showed that he was desperate enough. Maybe he was just on the road, passing through – Jack sure as hell hadn't seen him around town before. He was, what? A couple of years older than him at most. It was enough to get Jack a little jealous, since this guy had the freedom he sought so much – but then again... if he couldn't even find a moment to shower, he wasn't worth envying.

“Yep. I thought so.” Jack sneered smugly back at Zak. He was used to dealing with the guy enough at school, just talking to him was tiring. “Oh, well that's too bad, isn't it? Just don't start crying about it, you might mess up your makeup.” he responded in reply, before the guy spoke up after packing his guitar. Just like he figured, he was homeless.

“Someone's living the dream,” he commented with a laugh, unimpressed but maybe still interested. Jack dreamed of a life similar – just living alone, on his own whims and going from town to town. He never made much of an impact anyway, life would be better... easier just being some stranger in a crowd. “Hey, it's your money now dude. Go buy a sponge and bucket for all I care. You'd be doing yourself a favor anyway. ” he smirked. “Hell, if you kept playing I bet you could get enough to rent a room, but what do I know right? Maybe 'smelly homeless kid' is your whole shtick.” Jack shrugged, his hands finding a comfortable place in his jacket pockets.

the Girls:
Cleo Leon * Perla Mercer * Remy Polait
Clare Temple & Eloise Temple, PI
Laine Vance * Lilith Peters * Wendy Lambert

the Guys:
Elliott Sadler * Lance Fleece * Wade Rawlson
Clint Clark * Sylvan Peters * Ross Uccello

the Metric Staff:
Marty Rivers (shop teacher)
Miles Lambert (guidance counselor)
Clay Carpet (janitor)

the SHSers:
Jack Morris * Paige Lipton * Dane Colson * Tina Kalivas

the Ghost:
Calvin Powell

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Park Players Feb 19, 2017 4:14:04 GMT

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Zak glared halfheartedly over at Jack. Of course he would find a way to singlehandedly ruin everything. He could just walk away and go to the store like he’d just intended to do, but he was interested to see this guy’s reaction. At Drake’s retort he was glad to see he wasn’t just bending over backwards to thank Jack for his donation.

When told not to cry about it Zak’s expression didn’t change. ”Don’t worry, I won’t.” he snapped, shifting on his feet again. ”At least his shtick isn’t being a self-entitled douche,” he half-mumbled, shaking his head. He sighed. ”Don’t you have puppies to kick?”

"dazzle me, dazzle me, throw away your gold. you're never gonna be what you wanna be with all that money, that money."

Hyro
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Park Players Feb 20, 2017 2:32:17 GMT

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Post by Hyro on Feb 20, 2017 2:32:17 GMT

Drake put on an exaggerated look of shock. “Wow, rent a room? Gee, after all this travelling, it’s a shock I never thought of that! You know, it’s almost like it’s early morning and I’m just trying to make enough for breakfast first. But dammit, I should really listen to you more often, you’re CLEARLY the expert on these things. And to think my plans were to sleep on this exact bench tonight.” His expression then dropped to that of disinterest as he shifted the guitar case on his shoulder. The two would have to be idiots to not catch the dripping sarcasm in his voice.

The boy’s attention turned to Zak. “I’m glad someone likes my music, at the very least. Self-entitled douchebags aside.” He really did appreciate it, even if it didn’t show much in his tone.

Then there was a pause as something occurred to Drake, who appeared rather distracted suddenly. He glanced back at Jack for clarification.

“Are you one of those rich kids?” he asked, the gears turning in his head. It certainly would explain a lot.

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Park Players Feb 20, 2017 21:25:14 GMT

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Post by pierce on Feb 20, 2017 21:25:14 GMT

Clearly enjoying himself, Jack snickered as he listened to the retort. "There's a reason why complimentary breakfast exists," he said smugly, "you won't get that from whatever hole you end up calling a bed tonight." It wasn't Jack's place to feel sorry for the guy. He didn't feel anything actually, except maybe contempt of the fact that this guy was running around totally free and he wasn't.

Jack sneered in amusement at Zak, catching what he said. "If I called myself a douche all day you'd be right - too bad I don't." It was obvious that he wasn't wanted around, but that definitely wasn't new. Anyway, these two were starting to get boring. "Sorry if I interrupted your first date," he mocked, a sardonic grin rounding his cheeks as he drew out his hands from his pockets - moving forward to secure his bike in his grasp again.

The musician's question came as a surprise to Jack. "What? Are you fucking kidding me?" he laughed to spite the stupidest question he'd heard in a long time. Never had he considered himself rich, nor would he ever. Maybe his adoptive parents were well off, but they never spoiled him or his adoptive siblings and they sure as hell didn't live in the lap of luxury. It was only when they deserved shit that they got it - then again, Jack never second guessed when he was rewarded. "How about you call me a 'self-entitled lucky orphan' if you want to call me things that are true, alright?"

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2017 21:48:55 GMT by pierce

the Girls:
Cleo Leon * Perla Mercer * Remy Polait
Clare Temple & Eloise Temple, PI
Laine Vance * Lilith Peters * Wendy Lambert

the Guys:
Elliott Sadler * Lance Fleece * Wade Rawlson
Clint Clark * Sylvan Peters * Ross Uccello

the Metric Staff:
Marty Rivers (shop teacher)
Miles Lambert (guidance counselor)
Clay Carpet (janitor)

the SHSers:
Jack Morris * Paige Lipton * Dane Colson * Tina Kalivas

the Ghost:
Calvin Powell

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Park Players Feb 22, 2017 5:15:38 GMT

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Zak stared at Jack and rolled his eyes. Why did he insist on just tearing everyone down? He could relate to the feeling of having no friends and of being a generally miserable person, but Jack always took it to a level that was pointless. It was as though he gained pleasure from making others uncomfortable. Which, if that grin was any indication, he definitely did.

The implications of this being a first date made Zak scrunch his face up in what looked like disgust – though it was really intense discomfort at the prospect. He was used to being called gay and queer and all of that shit from Jack but it still made him incredibly uncomfortable. ”I don’t think he likes it. He doesn’t like much of anything, besides himself,” Zak said, narrowing his eyes at him. ”No. I think I’ll call you a self-entitled douchebag. It suits you more,” when Drake asked if Jack was one of those rich kids he hated so much, Zak couldn’t help but feel a temporary sort of victory at that observation.

”Maybe he has a point. You must be destined for Metric after all. You act just like they do.” He said.

"dazzle me, dazzle me, throw away your gold. you're never gonna be what you wanna be with all that money, that money."

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Park Players Feb 22, 2017 20:55:44 GMT

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Post by Hyro on Feb 22, 2017 20:55:44 GMT

And there it was, the reaction he was looking for. Drake was prepared for an answer like that, and, in fact, expected it. This much was clear as he pivoted his torso to face Jack, straightening out as if he were about to point out a very important flaw - which was exactly what he was going to do. “You know, for a non-rich kid putting on a demeaning, better-than-everyone-else act for everyone around you, you sure weren’t too upset about giving such a big bill - YOUR money, mind you - to some stranger who was just playing a guitar in the park, simply because he ‘needed a shower’,” the boy noted, eyebrows furrowing as if trying to peer through the boy he was speaking to.

“In fact, you weren’t upset at all when I took it and told you I would use it for a laundromat instead, almost as if you never expected me to use it for a shower in the first place. So now you’ve got me wondering what the REAL reason for your donation was? If you were a rich kid, I would play it off as having too much money and not knowing what to do with all of it, but that’s clearly not the case. And with you not being rich, ten dollars is far more valuable to someone your age and a lot to give up if only for the sake of entertainment. Especially if it only amuses your massive ego for a measly five minutes. No, I think there’s something more going through that head of yours, so why don’t you enlighten us? What was the REAL reason you gave me that ten dollar bill? Was it pity? Curiosity? Jealousy?”

And just like that, Drake had cracked Jack’s personality open like an egg, eagerly awaiting to see what was inside. Possibly just another hard shell with nothing but more egotistical douchbaggery. But maybe - just maybe - there was more to this kid after all.

That was a special skill of Drake’s: picking people’s actions apart in order to gauge their true personality. He hoped it would be enough to catch Jack completely off guard, if nothing else.

“And this isn’t a date, it’s called being nice,” the boy clarified dismissively.

“Though I can see how you might confuse the two, as I highly doubt you’ve had much experience in either category.”

Last Edit: Feb 22, 2017 20:58:50 GMT by Hyro

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Park Players Feb 24, 2017 20:57:25 GMT

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Post by pierce on Feb 24, 2017 20:57:25 GMT

Clearly Jack didn't like Zak's implication about him and Metric, his expression soured and significantly less smug than a moment before. There was just something about that glorified art dump that got to him. It wasn't the fact that pretty much every one at Salem High had the collective vendetta against the academy, and it wasn't even because Metric's students were so distasteful to him - it was because it reminded him of his old orphanage somehow. Its campus wasn't as dreary or even all that old-looking... but still, he hated even the thought of Metric just as he hated the thought of St. Anthony's Homestead. "Fuck off." he insisted of his schoolmate in reply, ready to just make that his last word and ride on - leaving these two jokers in his dust.

But he caught that look on the musician's mug and looked right back at him with his default 'the fuck you looking at?' facade, about to say as much when the guy started his talk. So yeah, sure he made some points of observation. So what? This was supposedly a 'free country', right? Jack shrugged, what did this guy care anyway? He had his money - so why question the motive behind it? It wasn't his moment of charity, it was Jack's. Still, he listened, his arms crossing so he could seem impatient with the guy - staring at him as he went from point to point.

It wasn't like Jack to thrive on attention or even soak it up, in fact if he ever found himself the center of attention he'd try to just repulse people out of their focus on him. Obscenity usually did the trick, and when it did he considered it a personal victory - but this was actually mildly interesting. This guy was really trying hard to analyze him but why even waste his time?

"Hm. How about all three?" he spoke in a sarcastic, abrupt reply to the first string of questions, "What the fuck are you anyway? Some bum musician therapist? It damn sure doesn't look that rewarding a gig." Jack kept his tone abrasive and sharp, wanting to jump on the guy's last word just to dodge this attempt at having him dive in to his own psyche. "You know you don't have to be nice to get dates these days. If I wanted a date or even if I wanted to be nice, I could in a second." he countered simply, though yeah - in all honesty he never dated anyone... not that it seemed all that appealing anyway. People in general were a huge infestation on this planet, what would the point be? To perpetuate some idiotic blueprint of existence when existence was this shitty? No thank you.

Last Edit: Feb 24, 2017 20:57:38 GMT by pierce

the Girls:
Cleo Leon * Perla Mercer * Remy Polait
Clare Temple & Eloise Temple, PI
Laine Vance * Lilith Peters * Wendy Lambert

the Guys:
Elliott Sadler * Lance Fleece * Wade Rawlson
Clint Clark * Sylvan Peters * Ross Uccello

the Metric Staff:
Marty Rivers (shop teacher)
Miles Lambert (guidance counselor)
Clay Carpet (janitor)

the SHSers:
Jack Morris * Paige Lipton * Dane Colson * Tina Kalivas

the Ghost:
Calvin Powell

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Park Players Feb 28, 2017 19:05:29 GMT

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Post by mac on Feb 28, 2017 19:05:29 GMT

Zak counted Jack’s souring expression and obvious distaste for his comment as a victory. Good. Let him hate himself for being basically one of those spoiled rich kids. Hell, he hoped he hated himself regardless of that. After all, there were absolutely zero redeeming qualities to the guy -- as exhibited by the way he treated this performer.

”Did I hit a nerve? Or maybe I was too accurate,” Zak responded back, catching the way he moved to leave and leave them alone. Well, once he left, Zak would probably leave too – he didn’t want to hang around this performer who had already made it clear that he wasn’t looking to bond with random people who seemed to enjoy the music.

The conversation shifted to dates and Zak felt uncomfortable again at any implication of dating – though when Jack said that he could get a date if he wanted to he did something unlike himself and laughed once, the sound foreign and sharp. He quickly brought a hand to his mouth to obscure the expression and went back to being emotionless shortly after. He shook his head and looked at Jack. ”I don’t think so,” he said, turning towards Drake. ”I know you don’t go to our school, so I’ll let you know that everyone there hates Jack as much as he hates them.”

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