Fandom Island and Town

Yeah, so.

Full moon, Christmas day. It was not a winning combination. And it was the reason Jackson was on fair Fandom island for the first time in months. He wasn't sure the excuse he'd used to get out of going to Beacon Hills for a family Christmas had been very convincing, but yeah. He wasn't going back there to be stuck with his parents tonight. No matter how good his control had gotten by now. Nope.

So he was on Fandom. He'd even – grudgingly – arranged to stay with Mike. And had only just as grudgingly had to apologize once for saying he wasn't the least bit surprised someone like Mike was hanging around the island for the holiday. Holiday spirit. He was trying.

But that was for later. At this moment, he was still brooding at a cup of coffee at the Perk. Because it was to blame for this moon thing. Of course it was.

[ooc: Look, I'm Finnish, we already did most of the Christmas thing yesterday so here I am. Open!]

Jackson hadn't been paying any attention to the new kids arriving, and hadn't bothered with even going to the picnic. Really, what he'd taken away from the turnover was that Jim's girlfriend seemed to have left. Really, that was it.

And by the way, it made him happy. He was a jerk like that.

So he'd been having an okay time this past week. Training continued to not be his favorite, because he still felt like he should've just been a pro at werewolfing right from the start, if for no other reason than as compensation for the kanima ordeal. But, he'd still made his way to the preserve because he wasn't even feeling as opposed to that, right now.

So he stood by a tree in the preserve, and looked around idly.

[ooc: Ooopen.]

Unsurprisingly, Jackson didn't have a hangover. He was never going to have a hangover again. Or be drunk. Last night had conclusively proven that.

But he still felt better about himself today. Even if he wouldn't have admitted to having felt even a little bad about himself yesterday. Some classes hit close to home but he preferred to pretend they didn't, because he was untouchable. And he really did feel fine today. Everything was cool again. But he still gave the barista a hard time about getting his coffee just right. Hey, he didn't want his day ruined by a shoddy cup of coffee!

The barista heaved a sigh of relief once Jackson finally settled down to drink his coffee by the window, texting Danny and people-watching.

[ooc: Open Perk/post!]

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.]

Jackson had been kind of a recluse since last week. It was the kind of thing that happened when you went to your ex-girlfriend's birthday party and the next thing you remembered was staring down at your hands and arms covered in dried blood up to your elbows. It took effort and solitude to repress that.

So it was a slightly more subdued Jackson than usual that stood in front of the lacrosse club in the park this afternoon. No disdainful smugness today. For the most part, his expression was pretty neutral. And no, he didn't want to talk about it.

"Back to basics today," he said, keeping things simple. "Practice passes, either with a partner or with a target on a tree. Keep moving."

Yes, the lacrosse club were braving the park again. No, there wasn't going to be any hot chocolate because Jackson wasn't Stiles and therefore didn't have the same kind of consideration for anyone else's comfort. In fact, with how uncomfortable he himself felt a lot of the time, lately, it was almost surprising he wasn't putting them in a freezing simulation right now.

"Okay, the key to staying warm is to keep moving. So, play."

He didn't have a lot to say today, no.

It was time for the first ever meeting of the Fandom High Lacrosse Club. Jackson had handwavily sent an email to all those who'd signed up, telling them to get into sports clothes before meeting him in the park. He was there waiting for them with a sign that said FHLC, as if his mere presence and the lacrosse sticks and other gear on the grass right beside him weren't enough of a clue.

"Welcome to Fandom High Lacrosse Club," he said, once it looked like everyone who was going to show up had done so. "If that's not what you were expecting but you know what lacrosse is, stay." He was desperate for knowledgeable players, okay. You could tell by how he looked like it pained him to say the next bit, which was, "We're going to start off simple." Seriously, he could have grimaced at that. "First, you're gonna introduce yourselves to the group and maybe remind me again how little you know of the sport right now because this school has no respect for athletics. Then, we're going to start practising something very basic, which is shooting the ball where you want it to go. But first, introductions. Guess I'll begin."

He squared his shoulders a bit. "I'm Jackson Whittemore, and until moving here I was captain of the lacrosse team at my old school." He'd been co-captain for maybe like a day, so it didn't count. "Beacon Hills High has won the California state championship for the past three years. So yeah, I'm pretty good at lacrosse. Now, your turn." He pointed at someone at random. "You go first."

And once the introductions were done, Jackson went on to explain and demonstrate how to shoot in lacrosse. He pointed of towards a few trees where he'd fixed some cans to as makeshift targets. "See, I've put up some cans over there for target practise," he said, then rolled his eyes, "but at a beginners stage, you can probably just try aiming in the general direction of a tree, and we'll build up from there." Assuming he had the patience. "You can work at it alone or with partners, I don't care, I'll be looking at how all of you are doing and telling you what you're doing wrong." Whether they wanted him to or not. "Now, get your sticks and balls."

That comment alone had to make up for the lack locker rooms.

[ocd up!]

The drive over to Fandom (no, not across the country – from the airport where he'd met up with his car again) had had something of a soothing effect on Jackson. Somewhat. Not a lot. He was still pretty pissed that he'd been sent here in the first place, but at least he'd managed to get the scowl off his face for now.

Of course, parking his Porsche and getting out to take a look at the view of the island had him raising a critical eyebrow.

A castle, really?

[ooc: Jackson's here for just one other person and SP, but the post is open should you need it for something!]