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PLAYER
» Journal: bangafewgongs
» Birthdate/Age: July 7th, 1989 (21)
» Characters Played: None yet.
CHARACTER
» Name: Dr. Jacob Glaser
» Fandom: Stonehenge Apocalypse
» Reference: THE WIKI IS HERE.
*** Being that there's not much in the way of information for the movie's canon I've written out my own summarization below. ***
With what little canon I have to go off of for the movie and with no will to apply my own head canon, I'll be listing in-depth what happened within the film as Jacob’s history and circumstance in the events mentioned and summarized on wiki.
The movie starts with Jacob speaking to his listeners on his disparaged underground radio show about the fact that he’s picked up on an Electromagnetic burst that courses from Maine to where Stonehenge resides in the United Kingdom. His viewers call in and comment and it’s after two supporting theories that he signs off and studies into the subject at hand. Jacob is then able to use intelligence and his own scientific mind and abilities to create a map of this Electromagnetic (EM) energy and where it’s connected and headed from point to point. He even goes so far as to fly over to the sight of Stonehenge and get a hands on view of what’s happening. He witnesses another burst sees the government workers vaporized and is only further adamant about figuring out what is truly going on and what the government is trying to keep concealed. In this quest for the truth Jacob and his hypotheses are considered to be “pseudo-science,” and irrelevant. It is only when the more routine scientific research hits a brick wall do they even consider Jacob and his theories and assumptions.
At the sight of study the scientists and Jacob discover the structured radio waves that are roped between the stones and oscillating underground. Jacob attests that Stonehenge is a machine left by earth’s former occupants and that based around the Pyrodictium cells turning the soil a discoloration of purple and red that it’s meant to terraform the planet. Its goal is to purify the earth to make it inhabitable but because it’s a machine it's unaware of the already preexisting life upon it. When Stonehenge moves once more and makes its second blast it channels a seismic volcanic eruption where the Yucatan Pyramids are in Mexico, a place that was also mapped in Jacob’s visual studies only further predicating that he’s the only person on the study sight that has any idea what is going on. Meanwhile he’s locked up with several other trespassers that seem to be a mix of freedom fighters, and governmental protestors.
The third blast draws a protest and assumption by the Russians that a nuclear weapon was tested and it exacerbates an already steadily declining situation. They try to demolish it with explosives, which Jacob is immediate to address as a stupid idea and is subsequently immediately silenced for. The explosive blast only triggers another burst the likes of which causes two more eruptions and a scare and warning for tsunamis and active floods. By terraforming the planet the machine, as Jacob refers to it, is also exterminating the human race. It’s only when Dr. Kaycee Leeds takes trust in Jacob and carries him with a soldier to the site where the Antikythera Mechanism is being held, the item in question Jacob has announced is the key to turn Stonehenge's movements off. (Its whereabouts discovered roughly in the 1900s at the bottom of the Aegean sea.) In their journey to sequester it Jacob is faced with his friend, and also mocked scientist, Joseph who isn’t against the terraforming at all and has decided that it’s a prophetic calling for a new cult of humanity to rise. He invites Jacob to join he and his crew at the Primordial hill; a ghost of a pyramid that has never been found but is assumed to sustain life while the earth incubates and rebirths itself. Jacob is able to put his selfishness aside for the whole of the people he’s with and the rest of humanity and disregards the offer, after being pistol whipped he’s forced to chase Joseph down and at gun point it’s an act of self defense that has him forced to take his friend’s life. It’s a hollow feeling for Jacob, one that he doesn’t let himself dwell on long.
As Stonehenge's 100 gigahert blasts slowly reduce themselves as it recycles in a short sequential pattern, their time frame narrows and narrows and Jacob is forced to leave Kaycee with his award and the knowledge that her trust and faith in him has renewed his own sense of worth in people as a whole and that it, too, has validated his work and how he feels about himself simultaneously. He takes a military jeep to the study site where he’s met with the researcher holding Dr. John Trousdale at gun point. He’s unable to act and has to drive away, but he doesn’t get too far ahead before the double agent that had been working for Joseph catches up with him and crucially wounds his leg. Despite his injury he follows him onto the terrain of Stonehenge. The debate of hitting the ‘machine,’ with a nuclear bomb has been finalized and the jets are flying, Jacob is caught up in a fight with one of his friend’s men bent on the so-called renewal of the world and only narrowly manages to knock the Antikythera mechanism onto the alter stone where it belongs. A blast happens so huge from the radio waves that are previously mentioned to be carbon dating into the thousands and machined in advanced technology that can only be the work of the predecessors of the planet, that it strips the nuclear bomb entirely and vaporizes both Jacob and his friend’s researcher along with it. There ends Jacob’s story, even as Kaycee continues to verbally speak of it through, “The Real Story,” adopting his underground radio network.
» Canon Point: At the end of the movie when the Antikythera mechanism, or key, meets the alter stone and triggers the machine's final blow. Jacob was vaporized by the electromagnetic pulse.
» Gender: Male
» Age: 36
» Orientation: As a middle aged man I think Jacob’s thoughts on sex are pretty clear. He’d be very interested in it, very tied to it, and he’d also be able to rationalize it from both human and scientific perspectives. He has no pipe dreams revolving around coitus. The way he carries and presents himself I’d imagine that he’s very confident in his actions and disposition in the bedroom despite any apparent shortcomings. On that same note because of who he is and how the public viewed him it’s very likely that Jacob hasn’t had a sexual relationship, or a relationship at all, in a very long time. He hosted an underground raido show bent around pseudo-science from his basement and the only times he ever really left were for health reasons or to get a look at The Real Story. This hermitic lifestyle is cause to believe that he hasn't had a sexual relationship in quite some time; as is the way that he regards people as a whole. Jacob as a character displays himself as very misanthropic. Monogamy and polygamy aside because of how wary, paranoid, and distrustful he is I don’t think Jacob would be interested in anything committal without heavy interaction and a deeper trust. As far as I can tell for character interaction he's had in the film Jacob is heterosexual with no curiosity toward pitching for the same team. His interaction with Kaycee in the film shows a heavy inclination toward women and the way that he's seen interacting with men in canon it's clear there's nothing there outside of a competitiveness, he's shown nothing but annoyance and dismissal their ways.
The movie itself gives little canonic support to whether or not he’s attracted to Kaycee and revolves more around what he’s doing for world and Stonehenge. The character himself has no canon influence to either gender in the film and instead is more goal oriented and focused in getting what he needs done instead of anything sexually inclined or inherited in that aspect of his physiological needs. Jacob as a character is incredibly altruistic and was able to put himself aside for the greater future of the world. There is no blatant canon evidence to a heavier inclination toward women, but fleeting moments spent in the back of a jeep and in the corporals company show that he’s more apt to trust a maternal figure instead of someone spiting him and with how he regards men in the film; with competitiveness and mock disdain I doubt very much his sexual interests would include them. If I were to give an accurate assessment of his sexuality, I would say that Jacob has been asexual for some time while entertaining the ever so often erotic fantasy men his age are known to delve into, and has decidedly remained on his own and without sexual interaction by his own wishes and intentions along with his spoiled fame and the rumors that are spoken of often in the film soiling any chance at building new social relationships. That combined with his hermitic lifestyle up until the events of Salisbury only further support that he’s been so detached from people as a whole that his perception of sex and the things that go with it are greatly skewed because of paranoia and an unwillingness to open up. Jacob, the character, has no call backs to any sexuality at all and instead acts as an island of a man among a sea of people. He’s undoubtedly been celibate for some time, and pending canon review is more asexual than anything decided and labeled. (Heterosexuality, Homosexuality, Pansexaulity) It would take a great deal of trust and loyalty to get him to agree to any coital involvement and in reference to actual relationships it would take even more to crack the layers of walls he puts up to evade rejection, disappointment, and loss.
» Personality: Dr. Jacob Glaser appears to the naked eye as a cynical and despondent failed scholar that toils his time openly mocking and scorning those that have done the same to him but that’s only part of the picture. He has depth that isn’t given much recognition to by those around him and being someone that looks at the whole picture and what is outside of it as opposed to what’s immediately relevant there are underlying aspects to his personality that are often unseen upon interaction with him. He keeps himself concealed, shrouded in a final attempt to maintain some sense of nobility and superiority with those that he interacts with but he’s also very up front and forward about his beliefs and his suspicions. His voice is one that cannot be silenced and he has no problem announcing that over his apparent short comings even when they are pointed out like large blemishes on the title he used to hold and the academia he always flaunts.
Cynicism is a large part of the person that Jacob is, it’s tied into how sardonically he behaves, his flagrant use of words, and the way in which he quite dramatically assesses a situation and chooses a debate point side within it. He’s vulgar and crass but in an eloquent way that distracts from it and makes you wonder if he’s inherently that suave or if it’s a lesser point of his nature coming into play in an odd distracting way that deters you from how vulnerable he is, or how much your comments or judgments might hurt him. Online with his Radio Show, “The Real Story,” his viewers are appreciated and taken into consideration but treated no less and no more than anyone else in his life. He’s able to step back and look at things rationally and has been able to reign a very liberal outlook on those that he comes into contact with; taking them for their worth at any given time and paying no one favors because he may know them or be attracted to who they are as people. One scene in which this is displayed is when he’s taking calls from his listeners and a vapid sounding young man starts talking about Stonehenge. “Yo! Jacob, man, Stonehenge moved,” based on his initial reaction to the comment it’s very clear that Jacob is disbelieving and somewhat put off by the statement. He replies in an airy sarcastic tone with gesticulation that goes unseen but is force of habit by him, “Really? Where’d it go? Pittsburgh? …It’s gonna be one of those nights, isn’t it?” It’s clear to see, there, that Jacob doesn’t play any favoritism to anyone’s opinions whether for his attempts at dismantling what he believes to be conspiracy theories or against them. It’s only when another caller from a different region, based upon accent, dials in and starts speaking off the same thing that he signs off the air to take it into any form of consideration. It shows an almost mathematical and nonbiased way of looking at situations, and people, and it just ties into how withdrawn he is as a person and how his apparent paranoia has resolved him into an almost hermitic and isolate personality.
Brazen with his beliefs, his opinions, and what he thinks of any given situation at any given time at first glance you might think Jacob was an eccentric; a person with a complete excess of personality. He gesticulates, he plays with words, and the veracity in his snide and often blatant facetiousness gives you little room to respond or react evasively or otherwise to whatever he’s said. His dry wit and potent disregard for anything he deems irrelevant to what he’s dealing with speaks measures about his opinions of himself and his prevalent need for validation. In the movie you find him frequently speaking about his goals, his aspirations, with such vindication that you might find his standing there and in the topic to be vain and grudging; it’s not. Despite the thoughts of everyone else, the belief they hold that his “mind has gone pear shaped,” because of the quirky and off kilter ways that he’s chosen to entertain his intelligence he’s still an incredibly bright man. For every bigoted comment or biased remark there’s other people, too, that consider him a celebrity for his achievement and being the youngest recipient of the privileged award for astrophysics. The open mocking of where his life took him after that, with brief mentions of a UFO radio show, and ghost chasing, is put aside by Jacob in the respect for a greater cause. It’s clear, with his exasperation, that he doesn’t enjoy being played for a fool but his ambition and his drive to carry on despite all odds being against him and whoever he’s with speaks measures of how impassioned he is despite his shortcomings as a person and the lengths in which he’ll take to prove himself and his work. His entire task, with the radio show, and his life which he knows as much as everyone else took a pit fall into the gutter was in proving himself, his work, and finding the reckoning in that. When they find the Antikythera mechanism and are able to keep it successfully in their grasp Jacob bids Dr. Kaycee Leeds a farewell by giving her his award, which he keeps on a metal chain around his neck. In his words, the trust that she’s placed in him has validated his work, and his life. It only further supports how isolated and paranoid he’s become since his descending from the prodigious title he once held. He’s able to step back from it rationally, and assess the problem with scientific means but that doesn’t make it an any less prominent factor in his life and it doesn’t dissuade it from being a problematic part of the person that he is.
A clever shield to this paranoia and distrust of heavy socialization is a very aloof, humorous, and affluent usage of words and the aforementioned sarcasm. In the movie he’s often seen saying things like, “Top of the morning, fellas,’ and “Tally ho,” to make light of a more tense situation and play off the vulnerability he may or may not be feeling. Speaking with his hands, visual feedback, the eccentricities and anomalous ways in which he gets his points across are all pieces of how cryptic and withholding he can be at any given time with how he’s truly feeling. Outwardly he may appear head strong, stoic, and tenacious (as mentioned by the double agent working within their attempts to stop the terraforming of the planet.) but his true feelings and resolve inwardly are another thing entirely and something he’s spent a very long time keeping well hidden.
With so few trusted in his life, the only social contact you hear of his outside of frequent radio listeners is a fellow scientist and mocked comrade Joseph Leshem. It’s clear by the erratic and frequent calling that he’s someone that Jacob entrusts very much and can relate to through aforementioned shame and dissension from public grace. An air of dependence is there as well, and evident in the tone in which he addresses him in their initial phone call (if not the several calls one following the other) it shows that when Jacob trusts someone it’s to his core and he’s quick to fall into codependent habits with people he deems to be that close. His first conversation with the fellow researcher is pleading, he wants his involvement in cracking the case, he wants him to join him there and drink in their long awaited validation. His altruism, and loyalty, is evident there and though it’s shown insipidly at best and although Joseph pokes fun at the endeavors he’s been entertaining himself with Jacob seems to be truly interested in having him come along with him to prove himself, themselves, in the midst of what he feels is a true crisis and enough to wipe their slates clean. Joseph, despite denying the offer, does it gently and tells Jacob to chase the trail. It’s there that you see their similarities, the very evident way in which they interact that hides nothing of their eccentricities and the lengths they’re willing to go to, to remove the stains on their person. It’s clear what united them was the mutual attempt in unearthing their true talents, but like roads diverged in wood, they had very different ideals and assessments in the lengths they believed in for said validation.
When they reunite at the site of Antikythera mechanism Jacob is dumbfounded at the unveiling of Joseph’s actual plan. It’s something he doesn’t agree with, but he can rationalize how far his friend has been pushed and tries desperately to reason with the human piece of him he hopes is still there. He wants to see good in Joseph because Joseph truly saw good in him, and perhaps it’s that which spared him and earned him only a pistol whip for standing in his way. Waking up from the head injury he’s greeted with not only another marked failure but the betrayal of a friend. He returns to Kaycee looking downtrodden and sounding bitter. When he chases Joseph down in the woods, he’s aware of the desperation and determination in his friend. He knows that the same thing lives inside of him. He can relate to his standing in the purging and extermination of an entire race and it’s that more than anything else that has him pulling the trigger, the fact that by relation the very same thing could’ve been living within him. He doesn’t enjoy doing it, ending a life, and for it being his first real encounter with it Jacob is drawn to steely silence leaning over his partner, former comrade, previously mentioned best friend. It’s a silence of respect, melancholy in its affect and he seems genuinely disheartened as he walks away. For more reasons than merely the let down. Pieces of Jacob that are very familiar to Joseph can relate to his friends breakdown. He can see himself in the same position. He knows it could have very well been him, had he chosen realistic pursuits and something other than isolation and it’s this knowledge that further disenchants him with his own life and presses the drive to find and fix the world he knows is soon to collapse onto itself.
Dr. Kaycee Leads is a strong English woman with an established and founded scholarly career. Upon first speaking with her Jacob addresses her with abysmal and ironic tone and disdain. To him, at first, she’s only another person opposing his beliefs and treating him like human trash. It’s only when she comes out right with her knowledge that his standing is true and takes the first apprehensive step toward trusting him that he gives her any sort of acknowledgment and that in and of itself is wary and cautious. He agrees to take her to the site of the mechanism and the entire way has a guard up while communicating, assessing her from a scientific perspective instead of something more human and personal. It’s only when there’s inherent danger around that he plays the protective pit bull and carts her somewhere to be hidden. When he comes to after Jacob’s betrayal he’s more open to her attempts at socialization because not only is physically injured but his pride is wounded as well. It’s there that he gives her more wholesome attention and insight into who he is, her reactions draw interest from him and it’s visible in his expressive reactions but with little time to lose they have not much time to connect before they’re making an effort to chase his former friend down. Jacob knows in their drive down how it’s going to end between them and she’s able to pick up on that and console him, after years spent avoiding being emotionally vulnerable her attempts serve only to flatter and shock him. Jacob opens up little by little and it’s this quick paced trust that makes him protective of her, because unlike Joseph she’s someone from the outside that truly believes in him, in his work, and the devotion to that and the recognition of it renews a little bit of his faith in humanity and his own social interaction. He starts slowly regarding her as a colleague on the mission and then someone much closer as he’s forced again to take care of her in the face of new odds and further physical damage. Her unyielding faith in him against obviously insurmountable odds makes Jacob believe in himself and it’s this knowledge that it was all he ever needed to continue his life allows for him to recognize that he wasn’t the failure he’d been trying to break away from. When he leaves Kaycee, his parting gift his more emotional than his words. Her trust, her loyalty, the quick and undoubted way she clung to and followed him has built up the damage that his past failures had inflicted on his person and made him believe in himself a little more. He knows, by that point, how much time has dwindled and the successions laboring their way through the stones and it’s the parting gift from him that means all the more. By putting faith into him, he’s had faith in himself, and faith in people again too. He leaves her the last follower of his true intellect and the products of it and the only living friend that had his appreciation and loyalty. By validating his thoughts in himself, his thoughts on people as a whole she gives him the strength to make the final stand at Stonehenge knowing that it’s the right thing to do, and it’s her passion in the face of adversity that fuels his own and his last moments in Salisbury to save the world and the people he knows deserve to continue on. He knows he’s right in what he’s doing, and he knows now that the assessment of that shouldn’t be based on the opinions of anyone but himself. This is further proven by his reaction to the intern and his snide comments, in his final moments and the vigor in which he takes that plummet to save a world in which his own belief has been renewed.
» Appearance: 001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006.
Jacob carries himself with prowess and intellect, an outward stance of a mightier than thou belief with a straight posture that assumes strength and a sense of self-worth that can’t be dismantled or knocked down. At six foot one Jacob is of a lean build, like a wind sprinter, or someone that routinely jogs and the way in which he carries himself announces that this strength, and this outward display of ego isn’t just skin deep but something he truly believes in and wants to display for others to see. Despite the obvious thoughts on himself, and who he is, that can be taken into consideration by just looking at him Jacob does not seem to carry these beliefs into his form of dress and can often be seen in nothing short of jeans, a t-shirt, and a canvas over shirt. The shirt is tucked into his pants, with a leather belt, and his boots are laced up tight over the roof of his feet. The over shirt worn mostly for warmth drapes his sinewy build lightly and sways with a wisp as he walks.
Atop his head is an array of thick brown, golden highlighted, tufts of hair that look like he made a mismanaged attempt at styling but gave up partially through the endeavor. They stay to one side of his head, strands protruding awkwardly and rebelliously here and there, and map his face and the line of his brows drastically and in a perfectly imperfect way that only fits how erratically and unconventionally he behaves. His angular jaw pointed into the rounded and undecided bud of a cleft chin is covered in stubble that very rarely disappears entirely even with a shave. It sits beneath a rounded nose, with flared out nostrils, and heavy set heart shaped lips that quite a often form a crooked and smarmy toothy grin. His eyes are narrowed into his face with wrinkles around the sides, and a cage of dark brown lashes, shining an oceanic blue that hide nothing of the depth within him and how wise and intelligent he is. These same eyes are always studying and surveying situations, sitting beneath very active eyebrows where his drastic and dramatic expressions come into play.
At thirty-six Jacob has lived a lot of life and experienced a lot of things, and it shows in just how he chooses to display himself outwardly; whether in a first impression or around someone he’s comfortable with. He tends to be very aloof, very drawn out with his movements to a degree in which you might find him a melodramatic individual or someone attempting to garner attention. His resolve is strong and apparent and his intellect is undeniable but every now and then a person is prone to a glimpse of inward insecurities or a bashful and exasperated sense of judgment or opinion.
» Suitability: (Please note, this section only applies if your character was under the age of 18 before coming to Amat and will need to be "aged up")
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry: (VIDEO FEED:)
[When the camera feed flickers on it displays Jacob looking tired, his hair jutting out at angles that are far more awkward than it usually lays, which isn't well at all, to the say least. His eyelids are a little heavy, his face dead pan, and when he speaks it's with a clearly controlled lilt and a very cut and dry tone.] What do we really know about the world? Mass bird and fish deaths, shootings, the whole nine yards swept under the rug like a feeble attempt at dusting before your in-laws come over. [Every so often a hand raises to punctuate a word. Deaths, shootings, nine, it's the inflection he gives his words- even being as despondent as he is, that makes them matter; or so he thinks.]
[After a moment you can see the wheels turning in his brain, he leans forward, bunches his shoulders, and that insipid look and tone he had before ends up a little more biting and expressive.] You don’t want them to stay there, but the missus has another plan. Forgive the second rate metaphor but... [He trails here for a moment.] it's really the same thing. Unwanted terrestrial company that have their noses in everything but keeps this… strong wall of judgment there to seal you out from getting anywhere with anything- or anyone; [Jacob has a cocky little shit eating grin for half a second, if you blinked you'd miss it.] if we’re putting this simile to the test.
[It's another moment between words and now he's leaning back, trying with all of his might to calm himself as he goes on and you visibly see the coping mechanisms, the way that he's still straightening out his shirt over his chest, trying to mask the confusion.] Sure, you hear about that, you mourn for a while- and then there’s something new and egregiously exciting to distract you! [His gesticulation piques, eyebrows raise, and the tone in which he delivers the last sentence is anything but calm for a small fraction of a moment. He realizes it after it's already too late, grasping for composure again he glances away from the screen, inhales, exhales and returns the blue eyed glance. This time his tone is breathy, a little pleading, but resolved to a much calmer less bitingly sarcastic state.]
Conspiracy theories aside, what has the government ever done for us outside of tax laws and a pretty biased law system? [If he had a pen he'd be tapping it in thought, instead the camera maneuvers in his hands and the angle changes as he gets himself situated in a different position. This one hides no tells of the inner anxiety he's trying to suffocate.]
A sense of structure, yes, but why the lies and secrecy? [His brows knit, he's trying to rationalize it in his head. He'd been playing off the apparent confusion with waking up in Atia by carrying on a daily and consistent task of his own life. Something that usually calms him down, only this time the niggle of paranoia and confusion is enough to hinder his intellectual capacity to reason with a more instinctual part of him. In the four minutes his feed has been streaming you've seen three key points of his personality, it's very clear he's at the very least trying to go about handling this with some tact, or what he knows of it.] We don't need to be spoon fed. These baby gates and plot holes... they aren't appreciated.
I was right about them, about it- all along.
I know that I should be dead, with no cause for an open casket funeral- maybe an obituary in the paper remarking blandly on the fact that I’m a failed scholar. A crock. People talk. No one knows what was really going on there, as it always is- I got my moment in the sun- those 15 minutes of self incited vindication and fame. [The words are all a little hard to hear with the way that his face is now turned away from the camera, distracted by some other things in the area he's in. It sounds distant and far off, to those that had stopped listening because of the monologuing nature he's been using to reason with himself, you just missed vital information.
After a moment he looks back again, clears his throat, gives the camera a vacuous dip of his chin and a deep sigh.]
Was it worth it?
... Yeah.
Would I do it again?
Yeah.
As long as things panned out the way they did the second go round. I wouldn’t enjoy reliving all of that, I’m not that masochistic- but if it meant saving what really mattered, the real tangibility here- ...there. I wouldn’t even need to ask myself.
And here I am…. trying to feel a connection between what was and what has ceased to be. I don’t think I’ll ever get it back. [A disgruntled sort of sound leaves him, the sort of sound you hear when you move a sleeping cat. Jacob raises a hand and smears the line of two fingers across and down the sinus point in the bridge of his nose. It's starting to swell and he's feeling the oncomings of a stress induced migraine. His tone is jilted now and far less confident. He sounds like an average guy being greeted with impossible circumstances, his yellow is showing.]
Did all of that even happen??
...Sorry for the monologue. I teal deer when I'm stressed. It’ll happen here and there and it’s best that if you do have issue with it to just ignore it or move on. [Jacob frowns, his brows are in a line now, eyes looking weary with even having spoken for this long. For a moment the screen flickers like he's going to turn off the feed, but he changes his mind and his tactic turning it into one of respectful appraisal toward people he's not sure of but knows at the given moment he has to be inclined to trust. The wariness is there, so is the precaution, but it's evident that he's trying to be somewhat open-minded and humble now.]
After the excess commentary I’ve just got one question to ask.
Where the hell am I? [His voice breaks a little around the swear. His fingers find his temple and rub tiny circles down there.]
I don’t believe in what I can’t rightfully see- so- purgatory, hell, heaven… well, that’s all out of the question. [Jacob is indignant in mentioning religion but no more than your average Atheist. He just drawls over the vowels sarcastically. His head is turned away again by the ending of the sentence, words muffled until he gives the camera another concerned stare.
The architecture seems to be Greek or Roman... and the room I'm in is much too opulent for my tastes. Good condition, as it would have been in the 2nd or 3rd centuries, around 155 AD. [A pause, he licks his lips, his brows knit... and he decidedly shakes his head after a moment.] If I'm correct.
[Jacob breathes the next sentence in a complete sigh, everything coming out in a slow succession.] ...At least they left my clothes.
[It's clear he's agitated, that much is visible in his posture, but the snap reflex in which he goes rigid is all too clear in what he addresses next. He seems exasperated, confused, and all of the anxiety and being greeted with this situation is now bright as day.]
Y'know, but what I'd really like to know is how???
The EM was so strong in that blast I could feel it through the soil and the soles of my boots. The likelihood of my survival was impossible!! [Jacob swallows down an irate and incredibly childlike sound and it skews up his face in an unattractive way.]
I know the method of time lapses, and vortexual holes, but this isn’t String Theory it was the equivalent of an atom bomb. [Jacob blocks the visuals for a moment, takes a few audible breaths. He just happened out of an impossible and incredibly terrifying situation to be greeted with this. His reaction, he assumes, is pretty normal- and he considers this to be coping well. When he unveils the camera, he looks winded and fed up. His tone is back to cut and dry again and he has worry lines in his forehead.]
Yeah- so..... help would be nice. Maybe a pin pointer on what’s going on.
I don't like admitting it, but I'm lost.
This certainly isn't Kansas.
» "amatomneslogs" Entry: His leg throbbed with a dull pulsating pain that made it crippling to walk let alone hop like he was across the plain. Every time his heel touched down into the soil it sent a sharp stab up to the injury and caused another grated breath to leave his lips. He hadn’t been in pain like this since he fractured his knee in little league when he was eight. It was a long time coming, but living an isolated life spent mostly in his basement he wasn’t expecting to be chased with a gun in the turn of two days after investigation. Every step he took was accompanied with more visible and deliberate self control. His jaw was clenched so tightly as he staved through the pain he was sure if he made it habitual he’d be the next victim of TMJ. Throb, throb, stab, Jacob could feel the blood rushing in his ears and he could hear nothing outside of the air coming in and out of his chest.
It was a forceful hit to the back that hurtled him face first toward the ground. He would’ve cried out in agony, his hurt leg bending the way it did, but thankfully and by a lost shot at saving himself he’d managed to twist his body in away that his stomach took most of the blow and all that was lost was a whooping breath of air. He panted against the discolored soil, eyes ahead of him at the steadily reacting boulders that built up Stonehenge. That was his goal. They were so close. The alter stone was right there. For a moment he’d been so lost in focus that he hadn’t heard the researcher approach. He was bleeding too, and Jacob couldn’t help but be vindicated that he did him some equal damage, but when the mocking came he screwed his eyes shut with a prolonged and dramatic roll of them under furrowed brows and fisted the torn apart grass.
He’d played with him with niceties. Complimented him, and his work, only to take it back in favor of his ego and regardless of how far he’d gotten that stung. It was the same damn assumptions too. There wasn’t enough words in the world to accurately explain how tired he was of hearing that. He never claimed provocation to aliens; he didn’t say that he had any feasible proof. What he said was, “It… was… a Robot Head!” He was speaking without much will to thought, adrenaline coursing through his veins furiously enough that he was able to force off the ground with his good hand and collapse over his assailant in such a way that the key could hit the right place of the stone. There was blinding light, his chest flush against the double agent that had chased him down to Stonehenge and in a millisecond the machine deterred both a steadily approaching Nuclear bomb and more of the greenery around them. Jacob didn’t have time to react, he knew he wouldn’t make it very far if he did, before everything just stopped. There was nothingness. Just an empty void and a sound similar to those made when you put your ear beside a conch shell.
Jacob dreamed that he was floating, flying through a sea of clouds, which was odd given his belief system. It was no more than a feeling before his mind took another turn. He was with a woman, but she was faceless, brown bob shaped hair like Kaycee and a pigment in her eyes that he couldn’t quite make out. His own vision was skewed and blurry. She was touching him, fondling him, he knew because he could feel it and see her doing it. It was a first person dream. She mounted him, road him and her juices flowed down a place between his thighs. Jacob couldn't help the clear awestruck reaction to it. It had been so long since the last time, too long. Then, as if it had never happened he was stirring, parts of him yearning to relive the vivid connection he was being roused from in protest. His fingers twitched over the bed sheets petulantly and he yanked them down. He wasn't completely coherent yet, still lost in the expanse of his mind and what had been a very good time.
When Jacob started coming to the first immediate reaction displayed was that his palm found the bridge of his nose and traced over the path of his eyelids too as he rubbed away the beginnings of a headache. He had yet to discover he was nude, the sheets on the glamorous bed being enough of a distraction to deter him from that. It was a chain reaction, one that slowly came out of a boiling surface of lust and snapped into a terrifying rush of nausea and fear. Jacob's blue eyes blinked, once, twice; he was trying to will everything away - his state of disbelief enough to keep him silent despite clearly not being where he was supposed to. Most people responded with fear, Jacob himself was in such an intense state of shock his muscles were all tightened and clenched, his joints supporting the movement, he was rooted to the spot- paralyzed and pain stricken with the slowly growing knowledge of where he was. When Jacob gained finally released the breath he'd been holding in his chest he sounded a lot like a kicked dog. It all came out in a wheezing, stuttering succession and so did the onslaught of a tremor in his arms and finger tips. They went from locked up tight to shaking cubes of jello, air completely evacuated his chest. He was dizzy, a negative rush he hadn't felt in a long time persuading him to lay back down, decide it was all a bad nightmare, but he couldn't. He knew this was real. In a snap movement Jacob scrambled on the bed, flexing his fingers over the sheets, and clawing at them to get a leg up and build his posture again, despite the quivering. He was naked, something he immediately noticed after the panic attack, and it only made breathing harder, he had to slam his back against the headboard in an effort to keep himself from hyperventilating. Jacob tore a hand across his scalp and tightened his jaw firm, beat his fist against the mattress to alleviate some of the anxiety.
The area of his thighs were - cold, damp, oddly reminiscent of the wet dream that had happened. Was any of that real? Did Stonehenge even happen? All that validation- was it false? He could feel the weight of the world again crushing down across his shoulders and even though his body cried out for relief Jacob resisted that natural urger to bundle up into a fetal position and wrench his eyes shut in a mock effort to deviate the now slowly spinning glamorous room. He groaned, as unwilling as he was not to look, not to inspect just yet- he knew he had to. He cracked his knuckles in a flex and dragged the same fingers down his face and across his hair line, again, to see if he was solid, truly there, in the opulent luxury he was seated in and around. That’s when he noticed the collar, far too late, he'd been focused on the body pain he'd been that had been slowly digressing. Jacob pried his fingers at it. Nothing. He yanked. Nothing. He gave an attempt to slide his fingers in and pull. All it did was strain his neck and hurt him. A trail of obscenities longed to leave his lips, all swarming in his head like angry wasps, but all he could manage was a tired, “Oh- dammit…” His clothes at the foot of the bed distracted him, and without much brain to body consent he moved over there to get dressed. He was tired of the vulnerability he was feeling and he knew the comfort of them would help lessen it. Jacob wasn't used to being taken off guard, he lived his life steps ahead of things like this. His fight or flight instinct was kicking in hard, and having no one to accuse he decided to make a shot in the dark at bailing. If he could make it out before anyone found him or came into check on him, then maybe he could find out what was really going on before any threat of danger.
It was only after standing up, his knees screaming out against the movement that Jacob really got a good look around. The cultural Greek or Romanian styling to the room wasn't lost on him, but he wasn't well enough to put a finger on it. As he pulled his pants up and looped his belt back around his waist, he took a tentative glance around the room with wary caution and wry sort of look scowling his mouth. There wasn't much he could do, he was at a total loss. He forced feelings of acceptance to keep some control over the steadily growing worry and apprehension building like bricks over his countenance. It felt like the great wall of China was nestled on his the wings of his shoulders.
The possibilities of time warps weren't lost on him, but they were no participant in what had been happening in Salisbury Plains. As far as he knew it was electromagnetic waves that would sooner kill him than transport him to another time an place. He was skeptical, but he truly did believe in the suspicious and inane. Despite his hesitance he was willing to give the possibility a shot. He kept it clear in his mind as he tugged and yanked the articles of clothing that he'd presumably died in.
Jacob fell over once, hitting the floor hard enough to bruise, struggling to get his shoes on and he scrambled and fought against the floor like it had a vice grip to get back onto his rear again. With a clatter of his teeth to prevent an angry gruff sound from leaving his mouth Jacob shoved his foot into his other boot. With a false air of casualty looked he paced toward and peered out of the window nearest to him in the room. The first inner thought to scream at him was Fuck, Island!!! Whatever level he was being kept in was high enough up that he could see the distant waves of the ocean and the way it paled in color as it touched the horizon. He was sweating now, sweating, and his tongue felt so dry he was sure to have a very real case of cotton mouth if he didn't find a drink. Jacob knew that if he was brought here to be in captivity his chances were far slimmer of getting home when he was surrounded by a body of water. To calm himself and not let his mind get away from him, or dwell on the very broad but real cage he now found himself in Jacob pulled on his jacket and held it close over the bridge of his stuttering chest. He took in several La Maze based breathing techniques and swallowed down the clot of phlegm in his throat. It was in one deep fell sigh out that the air he'd retained in his lungs dispersed. That whooping amount of air was his last shot at keeping his level head, he'd gotten this far, he didn't want to be crippled with the very real emotional reaction to what he was facing. The last gaze passed over the room he'd been in as he far too quickly walked out of it was a shaking sort of acknowledgment to the bed he'd woken up in and the still cold damp feeling between his thighs. This was not how anyone should be woken from a wet dream. Taking the stairs two by two, he felt an odd weight in one of his pockets and he had to stop and position himself against the wall to draw it out. It was a handheld device and it was streaming a network that was completely foreign to him and unlike anything he'd seen. Being a scientist and having a life bent around his radio station and laptop the mere though of not being able to pinpoint its origin shook him, he shoved it back into his pocket in favor of finding a place he deemed safe to give it a once over, and then finally abolishing all unwillingness to continue he finished his great escape from where he'd woken and made his way onto the street in hopes to blend in with a crowd.
» Journal: bangafewgongs
» Birthdate/Age: July 7th, 1989 (21)
» Characters Played: None yet.
CHARACTER
» Name: Dr. Jacob Glaser
» Fandom: Stonehenge Apocalypse
» Reference: THE WIKI IS HERE.
*** Being that there's not much in the way of information for the movie's canon I've written out my own summarization below. ***
With what little canon I have to go off of for the movie and with no will to apply my own head canon, I'll be listing in-depth what happened within the film as Jacob’s history and circumstance in the events mentioned and summarized on wiki.
The movie starts with Jacob speaking to his listeners on his disparaged underground radio show about the fact that he’s picked up on an Electromagnetic burst that courses from Maine to where Stonehenge resides in the United Kingdom. His viewers call in and comment and it’s after two supporting theories that he signs off and studies into the subject at hand. Jacob is then able to use intelligence and his own scientific mind and abilities to create a map of this Electromagnetic (EM) energy and where it’s connected and headed from point to point. He even goes so far as to fly over to the sight of Stonehenge and get a hands on view of what’s happening. He witnesses another burst sees the government workers vaporized and is only further adamant about figuring out what is truly going on and what the government is trying to keep concealed. In this quest for the truth Jacob and his hypotheses are considered to be “pseudo-science,” and irrelevant. It is only when the more routine scientific research hits a brick wall do they even consider Jacob and his theories and assumptions.
At the sight of study the scientists and Jacob discover the structured radio waves that are roped between the stones and oscillating underground. Jacob attests that Stonehenge is a machine left by earth’s former occupants and that based around the Pyrodictium cells turning the soil a discoloration of purple and red that it’s meant to terraform the planet. Its goal is to purify the earth to make it inhabitable but because it’s a machine it's unaware of the already preexisting life upon it. When Stonehenge moves once more and makes its second blast it channels a seismic volcanic eruption where the Yucatan Pyramids are in Mexico, a place that was also mapped in Jacob’s visual studies only further predicating that he’s the only person on the study sight that has any idea what is going on. Meanwhile he’s locked up with several other trespassers that seem to be a mix of freedom fighters, and governmental protestors.
The third blast draws a protest and assumption by the Russians that a nuclear weapon was tested and it exacerbates an already steadily declining situation. They try to demolish it with explosives, which Jacob is immediate to address as a stupid idea and is subsequently immediately silenced for. The explosive blast only triggers another burst the likes of which causes two more eruptions and a scare and warning for tsunamis and active floods. By terraforming the planet the machine, as Jacob refers to it, is also exterminating the human race. It’s only when Dr. Kaycee Leeds takes trust in Jacob and carries him with a soldier to the site where the Antikythera Mechanism is being held, the item in question Jacob has announced is the key to turn Stonehenge's movements off. (Its whereabouts discovered roughly in the 1900s at the bottom of the Aegean sea.) In their journey to sequester it Jacob is faced with his friend, and also mocked scientist, Joseph who isn’t against the terraforming at all and has decided that it’s a prophetic calling for a new cult of humanity to rise. He invites Jacob to join he and his crew at the Primordial hill; a ghost of a pyramid that has never been found but is assumed to sustain life while the earth incubates and rebirths itself. Jacob is able to put his selfishness aside for the whole of the people he’s with and the rest of humanity and disregards the offer, after being pistol whipped he’s forced to chase Joseph down and at gun point it’s an act of self defense that has him forced to take his friend’s life. It’s a hollow feeling for Jacob, one that he doesn’t let himself dwell on long.
As Stonehenge's 100 gigahert blasts slowly reduce themselves as it recycles in a short sequential pattern, their time frame narrows and narrows and Jacob is forced to leave Kaycee with his award and the knowledge that her trust and faith in him has renewed his own sense of worth in people as a whole and that it, too, has validated his work and how he feels about himself simultaneously. He takes a military jeep to the study site where he’s met with the researcher holding Dr. John Trousdale at gun point. He’s unable to act and has to drive away, but he doesn’t get too far ahead before the double agent that had been working for Joseph catches up with him and crucially wounds his leg. Despite his injury he follows him onto the terrain of Stonehenge. The debate of hitting the ‘machine,’ with a nuclear bomb has been finalized and the jets are flying, Jacob is caught up in a fight with one of his friend’s men bent on the so-called renewal of the world and only narrowly manages to knock the Antikythera mechanism onto the alter stone where it belongs. A blast happens so huge from the radio waves that are previously mentioned to be carbon dating into the thousands and machined in advanced technology that can only be the work of the predecessors of the planet, that it strips the nuclear bomb entirely and vaporizes both Jacob and his friend’s researcher along with it. There ends Jacob’s story, even as Kaycee continues to verbally speak of it through, “The Real Story,” adopting his underground radio network.
» Canon Point: At the end of the movie when the Antikythera mechanism, or key, meets the alter stone and triggers the machine's final blow. Jacob was vaporized by the electromagnetic pulse.
» Gender: Male
» Age: 36
» Orientation: As a middle aged man I think Jacob’s thoughts on sex are pretty clear. He’d be very interested in it, very tied to it, and he’d also be able to rationalize it from both human and scientific perspectives. He has no pipe dreams revolving around coitus. The way he carries and presents himself I’d imagine that he’s very confident in his actions and disposition in the bedroom despite any apparent shortcomings. On that same note because of who he is and how the public viewed him it’s very likely that Jacob hasn’t had a sexual relationship, or a relationship at all, in a very long time. He hosted an underground raido show bent around pseudo-science from his basement and the only times he ever really left were for health reasons or to get a look at The Real Story. This hermitic lifestyle is cause to believe that he hasn't had a sexual relationship in quite some time; as is the way that he regards people as a whole. Jacob as a character displays himself as very misanthropic. Monogamy and polygamy aside because of how wary, paranoid, and distrustful he is I don’t think Jacob would be interested in anything committal without heavy interaction and a deeper trust. As far as I can tell for character interaction he's had in the film Jacob is heterosexual with no curiosity toward pitching for the same team. His interaction with Kaycee in the film shows a heavy inclination toward women and the way that he's seen interacting with men in canon it's clear there's nothing there outside of a competitiveness, he's shown nothing but annoyance and dismissal their ways.
The movie itself gives little canonic support to whether or not he’s attracted to Kaycee and revolves more around what he’s doing for world and Stonehenge. The character himself has no canon influence to either gender in the film and instead is more goal oriented and focused in getting what he needs done instead of anything sexually inclined or inherited in that aspect of his physiological needs. Jacob as a character is incredibly altruistic and was able to put himself aside for the greater future of the world. There is no blatant canon evidence to a heavier inclination toward women, but fleeting moments spent in the back of a jeep and in the corporals company show that he’s more apt to trust a maternal figure instead of someone spiting him and with how he regards men in the film; with competitiveness and mock disdain I doubt very much his sexual interests would include them. If I were to give an accurate assessment of his sexuality, I would say that Jacob has been asexual for some time while entertaining the ever so often erotic fantasy men his age are known to delve into, and has decidedly remained on his own and without sexual interaction by his own wishes and intentions along with his spoiled fame and the rumors that are spoken of often in the film soiling any chance at building new social relationships. That combined with his hermitic lifestyle up until the events of Salisbury only further support that he’s been so detached from people as a whole that his perception of sex and the things that go with it are greatly skewed because of paranoia and an unwillingness to open up. Jacob, the character, has no call backs to any sexuality at all and instead acts as an island of a man among a sea of people. He’s undoubtedly been celibate for some time, and pending canon review is more asexual than anything decided and labeled. (Heterosexuality, Homosexuality, Pansexaulity) It would take a great deal of trust and loyalty to get him to agree to any coital involvement and in reference to actual relationships it would take even more to crack the layers of walls he puts up to evade rejection, disappointment, and loss.
» Personality: Dr. Jacob Glaser appears to the naked eye as a cynical and despondent failed scholar that toils his time openly mocking and scorning those that have done the same to him but that’s only part of the picture. He has depth that isn’t given much recognition to by those around him and being someone that looks at the whole picture and what is outside of it as opposed to what’s immediately relevant there are underlying aspects to his personality that are often unseen upon interaction with him. He keeps himself concealed, shrouded in a final attempt to maintain some sense of nobility and superiority with those that he interacts with but he’s also very up front and forward about his beliefs and his suspicions. His voice is one that cannot be silenced and he has no problem announcing that over his apparent short comings even when they are pointed out like large blemishes on the title he used to hold and the academia he always flaunts.
Cynicism is a large part of the person that Jacob is, it’s tied into how sardonically he behaves, his flagrant use of words, and the way in which he quite dramatically assesses a situation and chooses a debate point side within it. He’s vulgar and crass but in an eloquent way that distracts from it and makes you wonder if he’s inherently that suave or if it’s a lesser point of his nature coming into play in an odd distracting way that deters you from how vulnerable he is, or how much your comments or judgments might hurt him. Online with his Radio Show, “The Real Story,” his viewers are appreciated and taken into consideration but treated no less and no more than anyone else in his life. He’s able to step back and look at things rationally and has been able to reign a very liberal outlook on those that he comes into contact with; taking them for their worth at any given time and paying no one favors because he may know them or be attracted to who they are as people. One scene in which this is displayed is when he’s taking calls from his listeners and a vapid sounding young man starts talking about Stonehenge. “Yo! Jacob, man, Stonehenge moved,” based on his initial reaction to the comment it’s very clear that Jacob is disbelieving and somewhat put off by the statement. He replies in an airy sarcastic tone with gesticulation that goes unseen but is force of habit by him, “Really? Where’d it go? Pittsburgh? …It’s gonna be one of those nights, isn’t it?” It’s clear to see, there, that Jacob doesn’t play any favoritism to anyone’s opinions whether for his attempts at dismantling what he believes to be conspiracy theories or against them. It’s only when another caller from a different region, based upon accent, dials in and starts speaking off the same thing that he signs off the air to take it into any form of consideration. It shows an almost mathematical and nonbiased way of looking at situations, and people, and it just ties into how withdrawn he is as a person and how his apparent paranoia has resolved him into an almost hermitic and isolate personality.
Brazen with his beliefs, his opinions, and what he thinks of any given situation at any given time at first glance you might think Jacob was an eccentric; a person with a complete excess of personality. He gesticulates, he plays with words, and the veracity in his snide and often blatant facetiousness gives you little room to respond or react evasively or otherwise to whatever he’s said. His dry wit and potent disregard for anything he deems irrelevant to what he’s dealing with speaks measures about his opinions of himself and his prevalent need for validation. In the movie you find him frequently speaking about his goals, his aspirations, with such vindication that you might find his standing there and in the topic to be vain and grudging; it’s not. Despite the thoughts of everyone else, the belief they hold that his “mind has gone pear shaped,” because of the quirky and off kilter ways that he’s chosen to entertain his intelligence he’s still an incredibly bright man. For every bigoted comment or biased remark there’s other people, too, that consider him a celebrity for his achievement and being the youngest recipient of the privileged award for astrophysics. The open mocking of where his life took him after that, with brief mentions of a UFO radio show, and ghost chasing, is put aside by Jacob in the respect for a greater cause. It’s clear, with his exasperation, that he doesn’t enjoy being played for a fool but his ambition and his drive to carry on despite all odds being against him and whoever he’s with speaks measures of how impassioned he is despite his shortcomings as a person and the lengths in which he’ll take to prove himself and his work. His entire task, with the radio show, and his life which he knows as much as everyone else took a pit fall into the gutter was in proving himself, his work, and finding the reckoning in that. When they find the Antikythera mechanism and are able to keep it successfully in their grasp Jacob bids Dr. Kaycee Leeds a farewell by giving her his award, which he keeps on a metal chain around his neck. In his words, the trust that she’s placed in him has validated his work, and his life. It only further supports how isolated and paranoid he’s become since his descending from the prodigious title he once held. He’s able to step back from it rationally, and assess the problem with scientific means but that doesn’t make it an any less prominent factor in his life and it doesn’t dissuade it from being a problematic part of the person that he is.
A clever shield to this paranoia and distrust of heavy socialization is a very aloof, humorous, and affluent usage of words and the aforementioned sarcasm. In the movie he’s often seen saying things like, “Top of the morning, fellas,’ and “Tally ho,” to make light of a more tense situation and play off the vulnerability he may or may not be feeling. Speaking with his hands, visual feedback, the eccentricities and anomalous ways in which he gets his points across are all pieces of how cryptic and withholding he can be at any given time with how he’s truly feeling. Outwardly he may appear head strong, stoic, and tenacious (as mentioned by the double agent working within their attempts to stop the terraforming of the planet.) but his true feelings and resolve inwardly are another thing entirely and something he’s spent a very long time keeping well hidden.
With so few trusted in his life, the only social contact you hear of his outside of frequent radio listeners is a fellow scientist and mocked comrade Joseph Leshem. It’s clear by the erratic and frequent calling that he’s someone that Jacob entrusts very much and can relate to through aforementioned shame and dissension from public grace. An air of dependence is there as well, and evident in the tone in which he addresses him in their initial phone call (if not the several calls one following the other) it shows that when Jacob trusts someone it’s to his core and he’s quick to fall into codependent habits with people he deems to be that close. His first conversation with the fellow researcher is pleading, he wants his involvement in cracking the case, he wants him to join him there and drink in their long awaited validation. His altruism, and loyalty, is evident there and though it’s shown insipidly at best and although Joseph pokes fun at the endeavors he’s been entertaining himself with Jacob seems to be truly interested in having him come along with him to prove himself, themselves, in the midst of what he feels is a true crisis and enough to wipe their slates clean. Joseph, despite denying the offer, does it gently and tells Jacob to chase the trail. It’s there that you see their similarities, the very evident way in which they interact that hides nothing of their eccentricities and the lengths they’re willing to go to, to remove the stains on their person. It’s clear what united them was the mutual attempt in unearthing their true talents, but like roads diverged in wood, they had very different ideals and assessments in the lengths they believed in for said validation.
When they reunite at the site of Antikythera mechanism Jacob is dumbfounded at the unveiling of Joseph’s actual plan. It’s something he doesn’t agree with, but he can rationalize how far his friend has been pushed and tries desperately to reason with the human piece of him he hopes is still there. He wants to see good in Joseph because Joseph truly saw good in him, and perhaps it’s that which spared him and earned him only a pistol whip for standing in his way. Waking up from the head injury he’s greeted with not only another marked failure but the betrayal of a friend. He returns to Kaycee looking downtrodden and sounding bitter. When he chases Joseph down in the woods, he’s aware of the desperation and determination in his friend. He knows that the same thing lives inside of him. He can relate to his standing in the purging and extermination of an entire race and it’s that more than anything else that has him pulling the trigger, the fact that by relation the very same thing could’ve been living within him. He doesn’t enjoy doing it, ending a life, and for it being his first real encounter with it Jacob is drawn to steely silence leaning over his partner, former comrade, previously mentioned best friend. It’s a silence of respect, melancholy in its affect and he seems genuinely disheartened as he walks away. For more reasons than merely the let down. Pieces of Jacob that are very familiar to Joseph can relate to his friends breakdown. He can see himself in the same position. He knows it could have very well been him, had he chosen realistic pursuits and something other than isolation and it’s this knowledge that further disenchants him with his own life and presses the drive to find and fix the world he knows is soon to collapse onto itself.
Dr. Kaycee Leads is a strong English woman with an established and founded scholarly career. Upon first speaking with her Jacob addresses her with abysmal and ironic tone and disdain. To him, at first, she’s only another person opposing his beliefs and treating him like human trash. It’s only when she comes out right with her knowledge that his standing is true and takes the first apprehensive step toward trusting him that he gives her any sort of acknowledgment and that in and of itself is wary and cautious. He agrees to take her to the site of the mechanism and the entire way has a guard up while communicating, assessing her from a scientific perspective instead of something more human and personal. It’s only when there’s inherent danger around that he plays the protective pit bull and carts her somewhere to be hidden. When he comes to after Jacob’s betrayal he’s more open to her attempts at socialization because not only is physically injured but his pride is wounded as well. It’s there that he gives her more wholesome attention and insight into who he is, her reactions draw interest from him and it’s visible in his expressive reactions but with little time to lose they have not much time to connect before they’re making an effort to chase his former friend down. Jacob knows in their drive down how it’s going to end between them and she’s able to pick up on that and console him, after years spent avoiding being emotionally vulnerable her attempts serve only to flatter and shock him. Jacob opens up little by little and it’s this quick paced trust that makes him protective of her, because unlike Joseph she’s someone from the outside that truly believes in him, in his work, and the devotion to that and the recognition of it renews a little bit of his faith in humanity and his own social interaction. He starts slowly regarding her as a colleague on the mission and then someone much closer as he’s forced again to take care of her in the face of new odds and further physical damage. Her unyielding faith in him against obviously insurmountable odds makes Jacob believe in himself and it’s this knowledge that it was all he ever needed to continue his life allows for him to recognize that he wasn’t the failure he’d been trying to break away from. When he leaves Kaycee, his parting gift his more emotional than his words. Her trust, her loyalty, the quick and undoubted way she clung to and followed him has built up the damage that his past failures had inflicted on his person and made him believe in himself a little more. He knows, by that point, how much time has dwindled and the successions laboring their way through the stones and it’s the parting gift from him that means all the more. By putting faith into him, he’s had faith in himself, and faith in people again too. He leaves her the last follower of his true intellect and the products of it and the only living friend that had his appreciation and loyalty. By validating his thoughts in himself, his thoughts on people as a whole she gives him the strength to make the final stand at Stonehenge knowing that it’s the right thing to do, and it’s her passion in the face of adversity that fuels his own and his last moments in Salisbury to save the world and the people he knows deserve to continue on. He knows he’s right in what he’s doing, and he knows now that the assessment of that shouldn’t be based on the opinions of anyone but himself. This is further proven by his reaction to the intern and his snide comments, in his final moments and the vigor in which he takes that plummet to save a world in which his own belief has been renewed.
» Appearance: 001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006.
Jacob carries himself with prowess and intellect, an outward stance of a mightier than thou belief with a straight posture that assumes strength and a sense of self-worth that can’t be dismantled or knocked down. At six foot one Jacob is of a lean build, like a wind sprinter, or someone that routinely jogs and the way in which he carries himself announces that this strength, and this outward display of ego isn’t just skin deep but something he truly believes in and wants to display for others to see. Despite the obvious thoughts on himself, and who he is, that can be taken into consideration by just looking at him Jacob does not seem to carry these beliefs into his form of dress and can often be seen in nothing short of jeans, a t-shirt, and a canvas over shirt. The shirt is tucked into his pants, with a leather belt, and his boots are laced up tight over the roof of his feet. The over shirt worn mostly for warmth drapes his sinewy build lightly and sways with a wisp as he walks.
Atop his head is an array of thick brown, golden highlighted, tufts of hair that look like he made a mismanaged attempt at styling but gave up partially through the endeavor. They stay to one side of his head, strands protruding awkwardly and rebelliously here and there, and map his face and the line of his brows drastically and in a perfectly imperfect way that only fits how erratically and unconventionally he behaves. His angular jaw pointed into the rounded and undecided bud of a cleft chin is covered in stubble that very rarely disappears entirely even with a shave. It sits beneath a rounded nose, with flared out nostrils, and heavy set heart shaped lips that quite a often form a crooked and smarmy toothy grin. His eyes are narrowed into his face with wrinkles around the sides, and a cage of dark brown lashes, shining an oceanic blue that hide nothing of the depth within him and how wise and intelligent he is. These same eyes are always studying and surveying situations, sitting beneath very active eyebrows where his drastic and dramatic expressions come into play.
At thirty-six Jacob has lived a lot of life and experienced a lot of things, and it shows in just how he chooses to display himself outwardly; whether in a first impression or around someone he’s comfortable with. He tends to be very aloof, very drawn out with his movements to a degree in which you might find him a melodramatic individual or someone attempting to garner attention. His resolve is strong and apparent and his intellect is undeniable but every now and then a person is prone to a glimpse of inward insecurities or a bashful and exasperated sense of judgment or opinion.
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» "amatomnes" Entry: (VIDEO FEED:)
[When the camera feed flickers on it displays Jacob looking tired, his hair jutting out at angles that are far more awkward than it usually lays, which isn't well at all, to the say least. His eyelids are a little heavy, his face dead pan, and when he speaks it's with a clearly controlled lilt and a very cut and dry tone.] What do we really know about the world? Mass bird and fish deaths, shootings, the whole nine yards swept under the rug like a feeble attempt at dusting before your in-laws come over. [Every so often a hand raises to punctuate a word. Deaths, shootings, nine, it's the inflection he gives his words- even being as despondent as he is, that makes them matter; or so he thinks.]
[After a moment you can see the wheels turning in his brain, he leans forward, bunches his shoulders, and that insipid look and tone he had before ends up a little more biting and expressive.] You don’t want them to stay there, but the missus has another plan. Forgive the second rate metaphor but... [He trails here for a moment.] it's really the same thing. Unwanted terrestrial company that have their noses in everything but keeps this… strong wall of judgment there to seal you out from getting anywhere with anything- or anyone; [Jacob has a cocky little shit eating grin for half a second, if you blinked you'd miss it.] if we’re putting this simile to the test.
[It's another moment between words and now he's leaning back, trying with all of his might to calm himself as he goes on and you visibly see the coping mechanisms, the way that he's still straightening out his shirt over his chest, trying to mask the confusion.] Sure, you hear about that, you mourn for a while- and then there’s something new and egregiously exciting to distract you! [His gesticulation piques, eyebrows raise, and the tone in which he delivers the last sentence is anything but calm for a small fraction of a moment. He realizes it after it's already too late, grasping for composure again he glances away from the screen, inhales, exhales and returns the blue eyed glance. This time his tone is breathy, a little pleading, but resolved to a much calmer less bitingly sarcastic state.]
Conspiracy theories aside, what has the government ever done for us outside of tax laws and a pretty biased law system? [If he had a pen he'd be tapping it in thought, instead the camera maneuvers in his hands and the angle changes as he gets himself situated in a different position. This one hides no tells of the inner anxiety he's trying to suffocate.]
A sense of structure, yes, but why the lies and secrecy? [His brows knit, he's trying to rationalize it in his head. He'd been playing off the apparent confusion with waking up in Atia by carrying on a daily and consistent task of his own life. Something that usually calms him down, only this time the niggle of paranoia and confusion is enough to hinder his intellectual capacity to reason with a more instinctual part of him. In the four minutes his feed has been streaming you've seen three key points of his personality, it's very clear he's at the very least trying to go about handling this with some tact, or what he knows of it.] We don't need to be spoon fed. These baby gates and plot holes... they aren't appreciated.
I was right about them, about it- all along.
I know that I should be dead, with no cause for an open casket funeral- maybe an obituary in the paper remarking blandly on the fact that I’m a failed scholar. A crock. People talk. No one knows what was really going on there, as it always is- I got my moment in the sun- those 15 minutes of self incited vindication and fame. [The words are all a little hard to hear with the way that his face is now turned away from the camera, distracted by some other things in the area he's in. It sounds distant and far off, to those that had stopped listening because of the monologuing nature he's been using to reason with himself, you just missed vital information.
After a moment he looks back again, clears his throat, gives the camera a vacuous dip of his chin and a deep sigh.]
Was it worth it?
... Yeah.
Would I do it again?
Yeah.
As long as things panned out the way they did the second go round. I wouldn’t enjoy reliving all of that, I’m not that masochistic- but if it meant saving what really mattered, the real tangibility here- ...there. I wouldn’t even need to ask myself.
And here I am…. trying to feel a connection between what was and what has ceased to be. I don’t think I’ll ever get it back. [A disgruntled sort of sound leaves him, the sort of sound you hear when you move a sleeping cat. Jacob raises a hand and smears the line of two fingers across and down the sinus point in the bridge of his nose. It's starting to swell and he's feeling the oncomings of a stress induced migraine. His tone is jilted now and far less confident. He sounds like an average guy being greeted with impossible circumstances, his yellow is showing.]
Did all of that even happen??
...Sorry for the monologue. I teal deer when I'm stressed. It’ll happen here and there and it’s best that if you do have issue with it to just ignore it or move on. [Jacob frowns, his brows are in a line now, eyes looking weary with even having spoken for this long. For a moment the screen flickers like he's going to turn off the feed, but he changes his mind and his tactic turning it into one of respectful appraisal toward people he's not sure of but knows at the given moment he has to be inclined to trust. The wariness is there, so is the precaution, but it's evident that he's trying to be somewhat open-minded and humble now.]
After the excess commentary I’ve just got one question to ask.
Where the hell am I? [His voice breaks a little around the swear. His fingers find his temple and rub tiny circles down there.]
I don’t believe in what I can’t rightfully see- so- purgatory, hell, heaven… well, that’s all out of the question. [Jacob is indignant in mentioning religion but no more than your average Atheist. He just drawls over the vowels sarcastically. His head is turned away again by the ending of the sentence, words muffled until he gives the camera another concerned stare.
The architecture seems to be Greek or Roman... and the room I'm in is much too opulent for my tastes. Good condition, as it would have been in the 2nd or 3rd centuries, around 155 AD. [A pause, he licks his lips, his brows knit... and he decidedly shakes his head after a moment.] If I'm correct.
[Jacob breathes the next sentence in a complete sigh, everything coming out in a slow succession.] ...At least they left my clothes.
[It's clear he's agitated, that much is visible in his posture, but the snap reflex in which he goes rigid is all too clear in what he addresses next. He seems exasperated, confused, and all of the anxiety and being greeted with this situation is now bright as day.]
Y'know, but what I'd really like to know is how???
The EM was so strong in that blast I could feel it through the soil and the soles of my boots. The likelihood of my survival was impossible!! [Jacob swallows down an irate and incredibly childlike sound and it skews up his face in an unattractive way.]
I know the method of time lapses, and vortexual holes, but this isn’t String Theory it was the equivalent of an atom bomb. [Jacob blocks the visuals for a moment, takes a few audible breaths. He just happened out of an impossible and incredibly terrifying situation to be greeted with this. His reaction, he assumes, is pretty normal- and he considers this to be coping well. When he unveils the camera, he looks winded and fed up. His tone is back to cut and dry again and he has worry lines in his forehead.]
Yeah- so..... help would be nice. Maybe a pin pointer on what’s going on.
I don't like admitting it, but I'm lost.
This certainly isn't Kansas.
» "amatomneslogs" Entry: His leg throbbed with a dull pulsating pain that made it crippling to walk let alone hop like he was across the plain. Every time his heel touched down into the soil it sent a sharp stab up to the injury and caused another grated breath to leave his lips. He hadn’t been in pain like this since he fractured his knee in little league when he was eight. It was a long time coming, but living an isolated life spent mostly in his basement he wasn’t expecting to be chased with a gun in the turn of two days after investigation. Every step he took was accompanied with more visible and deliberate self control. His jaw was clenched so tightly as he staved through the pain he was sure if he made it habitual he’d be the next victim of TMJ. Throb, throb, stab, Jacob could feel the blood rushing in his ears and he could hear nothing outside of the air coming in and out of his chest.
It was a forceful hit to the back that hurtled him face first toward the ground. He would’ve cried out in agony, his hurt leg bending the way it did, but thankfully and by a lost shot at saving himself he’d managed to twist his body in away that his stomach took most of the blow and all that was lost was a whooping breath of air. He panted against the discolored soil, eyes ahead of him at the steadily reacting boulders that built up Stonehenge. That was his goal. They were so close. The alter stone was right there. For a moment he’d been so lost in focus that he hadn’t heard the researcher approach. He was bleeding too, and Jacob couldn’t help but be vindicated that he did him some equal damage, but when the mocking came he screwed his eyes shut with a prolonged and dramatic roll of them under furrowed brows and fisted the torn apart grass.
He’d played with him with niceties. Complimented him, and his work, only to take it back in favor of his ego and regardless of how far he’d gotten that stung. It was the same damn assumptions too. There wasn’t enough words in the world to accurately explain how tired he was of hearing that. He never claimed provocation to aliens; he didn’t say that he had any feasible proof. What he said was, “It… was… a Robot Head!” He was speaking without much will to thought, adrenaline coursing through his veins furiously enough that he was able to force off the ground with his good hand and collapse over his assailant in such a way that the key could hit the right place of the stone. There was blinding light, his chest flush against the double agent that had chased him down to Stonehenge and in a millisecond the machine deterred both a steadily approaching Nuclear bomb and more of the greenery around them. Jacob didn’t have time to react, he knew he wouldn’t make it very far if he did, before everything just stopped. There was nothingness. Just an empty void and a sound similar to those made when you put your ear beside a conch shell.
Jacob dreamed that he was floating, flying through a sea of clouds, which was odd given his belief system. It was no more than a feeling before his mind took another turn. He was with a woman, but she was faceless, brown bob shaped hair like Kaycee and a pigment in her eyes that he couldn’t quite make out. His own vision was skewed and blurry. She was touching him, fondling him, he knew because he could feel it and see her doing it. It was a first person dream. She mounted him, road him and her juices flowed down a place between his thighs. Jacob couldn't help the clear awestruck reaction to it. It had been so long since the last time, too long. Then, as if it had never happened he was stirring, parts of him yearning to relive the vivid connection he was being roused from in protest. His fingers twitched over the bed sheets petulantly and he yanked them down. He wasn't completely coherent yet, still lost in the expanse of his mind and what had been a very good time.
When Jacob started coming to the first immediate reaction displayed was that his palm found the bridge of his nose and traced over the path of his eyelids too as he rubbed away the beginnings of a headache. He had yet to discover he was nude, the sheets on the glamorous bed being enough of a distraction to deter him from that. It was a chain reaction, one that slowly came out of a boiling surface of lust and snapped into a terrifying rush of nausea and fear. Jacob's blue eyes blinked, once, twice; he was trying to will everything away - his state of disbelief enough to keep him silent despite clearly not being where he was supposed to. Most people responded with fear, Jacob himself was in such an intense state of shock his muscles were all tightened and clenched, his joints supporting the movement, he was rooted to the spot- paralyzed and pain stricken with the slowly growing knowledge of where he was. When Jacob gained finally released the breath he'd been holding in his chest he sounded a lot like a kicked dog. It all came out in a wheezing, stuttering succession and so did the onslaught of a tremor in his arms and finger tips. They went from locked up tight to shaking cubes of jello, air completely evacuated his chest. He was dizzy, a negative rush he hadn't felt in a long time persuading him to lay back down, decide it was all a bad nightmare, but he couldn't. He knew this was real. In a snap movement Jacob scrambled on the bed, flexing his fingers over the sheets, and clawing at them to get a leg up and build his posture again, despite the quivering. He was naked, something he immediately noticed after the panic attack, and it only made breathing harder, he had to slam his back against the headboard in an effort to keep himself from hyperventilating. Jacob tore a hand across his scalp and tightened his jaw firm, beat his fist against the mattress to alleviate some of the anxiety.
The area of his thighs were - cold, damp, oddly reminiscent of the wet dream that had happened. Was any of that real? Did Stonehenge even happen? All that validation- was it false? He could feel the weight of the world again crushing down across his shoulders and even though his body cried out for relief Jacob resisted that natural urger to bundle up into a fetal position and wrench his eyes shut in a mock effort to deviate the now slowly spinning glamorous room. He groaned, as unwilling as he was not to look, not to inspect just yet- he knew he had to. He cracked his knuckles in a flex and dragged the same fingers down his face and across his hair line, again, to see if he was solid, truly there, in the opulent luxury he was seated in and around. That’s when he noticed the collar, far too late, he'd been focused on the body pain he'd been that had been slowly digressing. Jacob pried his fingers at it. Nothing. He yanked. Nothing. He gave an attempt to slide his fingers in and pull. All it did was strain his neck and hurt him. A trail of obscenities longed to leave his lips, all swarming in his head like angry wasps, but all he could manage was a tired, “Oh- dammit…” His clothes at the foot of the bed distracted him, and without much brain to body consent he moved over there to get dressed. He was tired of the vulnerability he was feeling and he knew the comfort of them would help lessen it. Jacob wasn't used to being taken off guard, he lived his life steps ahead of things like this. His fight or flight instinct was kicking in hard, and having no one to accuse he decided to make a shot in the dark at bailing. If he could make it out before anyone found him or came into check on him, then maybe he could find out what was really going on before any threat of danger.
It was only after standing up, his knees screaming out against the movement that Jacob really got a good look around. The cultural Greek or Romanian styling to the room wasn't lost on him, but he wasn't well enough to put a finger on it. As he pulled his pants up and looped his belt back around his waist, he took a tentative glance around the room with wary caution and wry sort of look scowling his mouth. There wasn't much he could do, he was at a total loss. He forced feelings of acceptance to keep some control over the steadily growing worry and apprehension building like bricks over his countenance. It felt like the great wall of China was nestled on his the wings of his shoulders.
The possibilities of time warps weren't lost on him, but they were no participant in what had been happening in Salisbury Plains. As far as he knew it was electromagnetic waves that would sooner kill him than transport him to another time an place. He was skeptical, but he truly did believe in the suspicious and inane. Despite his hesitance he was willing to give the possibility a shot. He kept it clear in his mind as he tugged and yanked the articles of clothing that he'd presumably died in.
Jacob fell over once, hitting the floor hard enough to bruise, struggling to get his shoes on and he scrambled and fought against the floor like it had a vice grip to get back onto his rear again. With a clatter of his teeth to prevent an angry gruff sound from leaving his mouth Jacob shoved his foot into his other boot. With a false air of casualty looked he paced toward and peered out of the window nearest to him in the room. The first inner thought to scream at him was Fuck, Island!!! Whatever level he was being kept in was high enough up that he could see the distant waves of the ocean and the way it paled in color as it touched the horizon. He was sweating now, sweating, and his tongue felt so dry he was sure to have a very real case of cotton mouth if he didn't find a drink. Jacob knew that if he was brought here to be in captivity his chances were far slimmer of getting home when he was surrounded by a body of water. To calm himself and not let his mind get away from him, or dwell on the very broad but real cage he now found himself in Jacob pulled on his jacket and held it close over the bridge of his stuttering chest. He took in several La Maze based breathing techniques and swallowed down the clot of phlegm in his throat. It was in one deep fell sigh out that the air he'd retained in his lungs dispersed. That whooping amount of air was his last shot at keeping his level head, he'd gotten this far, he didn't want to be crippled with the very real emotional reaction to what he was facing. The last gaze passed over the room he'd been in as he far too quickly walked out of it was a shaking sort of acknowledgment to the bed he'd woken up in and the still cold damp feeling between his thighs. This was not how anyone should be woken from a wet dream. Taking the stairs two by two, he felt an odd weight in one of his pockets and he had to stop and position himself against the wall to draw it out. It was a handheld device and it was streaming a network that was completely foreign to him and unlike anything he'd seen. Being a scientist and having a life bent around his radio station and laptop the mere though of not being able to pinpoint its origin shook him, he shoved it back into his pocket in favor of finding a place he deemed safe to give it a once over, and then finally abolishing all unwillingness to continue he finished his great escape from where he'd woken and made his way onto the street in hopes to blend in with a crowd.