The Park, Thursday Afternoon
Yesterday had been trying, from the nightmare wakeup, to the pink pony teacher, to the guy that probably wasn't McCall but looked a whole lot like him. And while he'd slept fine this previous night, Jackson was still feeling the unease. So, he was doing what he usually did when faced with something that upset him: he'd grabbed his lacrosse stick and some other stuff, and headed out into town.
Yes, of course he'd brought his stick with him, come on. He'd been hoping he could keep playing at this podunk school.
He'd considered going to the preserve, but the park had won out, for an even terrain and the slight chance that he'd somehow unearth other players in town, because this place really needed a team. (In just about any sport, actually.) Plus, he had no shame about practising in a semi-public location. So he'd fixed a can on one of the trees and was practising shots using it as a target.
Come on, this was so not the weirdest activity this park had seen. And at least he was wearing his normal clothes.
[ooc: Open, for both Jackson-bothering or general park-related needs! Thread with Derek is chronologically last, though, omg.]
Yes, of course he'd brought his stick with him, come on. He'd been hoping he could keep playing at this podunk school.
He'd considered going to the preserve, but the park had won out, for an even terrain and the slight chance that he'd somehow unearth other players in town, because this place really needed a team. (In just about any sport, actually.) Plus, he had no shame about practising in a semi-public location. So he'd fixed a can on one of the trees and was practising shots using it as a target.
Come on, this was so not the weirdest activity this park had seen. And at least he was wearing his normal clothes.
[ooc: Open, for both Jackson-bothering or general park-related needs! Thread with Derek is chronologically last, though, omg.]