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Post by Jack McCarthy on Mar 3, 2016 9:27:11 GMT -6
Jack was waiting….
Jack hated waiting.
Especially these days, when he was a lot more busy than usual, in recent years Jack had somewhat mellowed in attitude, and in demeanour as a whole and that might have been because in recent years he was actually….well..happy and he really had no reason to act the way that he did any more. He had no reason to rebel or because a terror because quite honestly he was happy
but now? Lux was gone, the woman he loved dumped him and moved thousands of miles away. Just fuck it. He didn’t care anymore, Jack was off the leash for lack of a better word and he was avail of that as much as possible. He didn’t go to class, he often tried to drown himself in an endless pitcher of booze and he constantly snapped at people baking at them or generally bullying them. and Jack loved every single moment of it, it just felt like such a release for him to get all that frustration, angst out in the most destructive way possible.
In hindsight it was probably a poor idea to leave him in the music room with this attitude as he was currently sifting through all the records that were so neatly arranged on the shelves reading the label and causally throwing them behind him where they landed with a clatter
Jack hated waiting.
Especially these days, when he was a lot more busy than usual, in recent years Jack had somewhat mellowed in attitude, and in demeanour as a whole and that might have been because in recent years he was actually….well..happy and he really had no reason to act the way that he did any more. He had no reason to rebel or because a terror because quite honestly he was happy
but now? Lux was gone, the woman he loved dumped him and moved thousands of miles away. Just fuck it. He didn’t care anymore, Jack was off the leash for lack of a better word and he was avail of that as much as possible. He didn’t go to class, he often tried to drown himself in an endless pitcher of booze and he constantly snapped at people baking at them or generally bullying them. and Jack loved every single moment of it, it just felt like such a release for him to get all that frustration, angst out in the most destructive way possible.
In hindsight it was probably a poor idea to leave him in the music room with this attitude as he was currently sifting through all the records that were so neatly arranged on the shelves reading the label and causally throwing them behind him where they landed with a clatter
