Jackson couldn't believe he was here again. At some Maryland boarding school, and some... quaint little freaking club fair, heading a lacrosse group that was really his own personal stress relief than any kind of an actual team.
But he was here again. And his club was listed on
the club schedule. Guess this was really happening. Again
(
Read more... )
Description: Lacrosse. Sometimes even in a simulated environment that makes sense. But mostly not.
Club head: Jackson Whittemore
Faculty adviser: Thor
Day of the Week: Tuesday
Reply
Reply
He was praying for more experienced players than last time (yes, even the people who'd been involved in the fall counted as "more experienced" right now), but wasn't exactly holding his breath.
Reply
Reply
So instead, he was frowning at her. And then he realized he hadn't listened to a word she'd said. "What?"
Reply
She frowned back at him. "What. Is there a league you play with or do you guys just scrimmage?"
Reply
"There's no league, so far," he said, once he had. "We play in simulated environments."
Occasionally against clowns, because the Danger Shop didn't like Jackson.
Reply
Reply
Yes. Nice job realizing that, Jackson.
In his defence, this doppelgänger thing was new to him.
"You're... not Allison, are you?"
Reply
Reply
"She's a friend." Whether he'd say that to Allison's face or not. Maybe he was just shaken enough to be honest for a second. And then he decided he was over it, leaning back in his chair. "There's another person or two in town who might think they recognize you too."
Reply
Reply
They had so many timeline issues happening.
Reply
Reply
Fandom still wasn't his favorite, nope.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment