The Park, Friday Afternoon
Jackson had managed to avoid the singing so far. He'd witnessed some of it happen, yeah, but in typical Jackson style, he was convinced he'd be immune and unaffected. Utterly convinced. So his random walk through the park was in no way influenced by the desire to stay the hell away from his room, for fear of having to sing about bunnies at Jim or something. That didn't factor into things at all. Nope.
He stopped by the pond to watch the ducks. They looked pretty peaceful for beings living smack dab in the middle of a completely messed up island. Jackson was almost jealous. He didn't feel that at ease anywhere. And it really shouldn't have surprised him that the island thought he should express that. To the ducks. Through song!
"When I was a child, running in the night, I was afraid of what might be hiding in the dark, hiding on the street, and of what was following me --"
Goddammit.
[ooc: Open post/park! Inevitable wolfy bits NFB, plz.]
He stopped by the pond to watch the ducks. They looked pretty peaceful for beings living smack dab in the middle of a completely messed up island. Jackson was almost jealous. He didn't feel that at ease anywhere. And it really shouldn't have surprised him that the island thought he should express that. To the ducks. Through song!
"When I was a child, running in the night, I was afraid of what might be hiding in the dark, hiding on the street, and of what was following me --"
Goddammit.
[ooc: Open post/park! Inevitable wolfy bits NFB, plz.]