jack_daniels (jack_daniels) wrote in manchester_rpg, @ 2010-09-06 00:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack, jia li |
Who: Jack and Jia Li
What: ... Studying???
When: Mid-day
Where: Library
Rating: R... I will make it R if I have to swear up a storm to do so.
Status: Complete
Jack hadn't been seen by anyone in days. There were voice mails that were piling up on his phone from people who wanted to be hooked up for one thing or another, or who were talking about how fucking awesome Maya's party happened to be. He couldn't have given two shits exactly how Djinni Come Lately's little get together had gone. He imagined that she probably wowed at least a few guys with her amazing 'ankles behind the ears' trick that her and every other attention whore had mastered the world over. And there were undoubtedly plenty of guys who would be willing to be a 'magicians assistant' in that little trick, especially doped on god only fucking knew was at that party. He'd spent the night getting more stoned than any of them and laughing his way through the Pineapple express dvd that he'd stumbled upon at random in his room.
But after that... the horror had slowly began to dawn on him. Unlike 90% of these fucking chuckleheads here, he had actually come to this college for a purpose. Not one that he'd actually decided on himself, mind you, but one that had been handed down to him by good ol' Daddy dearest. Prove that he wasn't some sort of twisted god killing monster, or be prepared to do war with the heavens themselves in order to stay alive. Good old Hephy had presented the second option as 'die', but Jack wasn't the sort who would go down without a fight, not after doing some reading and finding out that the gods themselves were actually pretty fucking vulnerable to... weapons made by Hephy.
And that of course made sense. You didn't want the one thing that could create weapons that could end your millenia long 'rape, pillage, and make mankind suffer' fest to be running around free. You wanted to make sure that it knew it's place, that it wasn't going to be fucking around with you and trying to do something stupid that would make you both suffer. Unfortunately for the gods, Jack fully planned on figuring out a way to make each one of those little fucking bastards suffer... well, provided he of course really had the motivation for it. Good amounts of booze usually kept him too inebriated to really give a shit what the gods did, but now... now he wanted them all to fucking die. He wondered if they had any idea that their little plan had backfired in this particular fashion. For in order to actually pass his classes... Jack had to be...
SOBER.
God. Just thinking about it in his head made him ill. Of course, he didn't really need to be sober to pass all of the classes, but the harder ones that involved a lot of memorization, yeah... that was going to be rough. He could pass science classes like a breeze, but staying awake through something like History was horrifically difficult. He didn't care about what this shithole of a country did to win it's independence. He'd seen the Patriot like... 2 times. Wasn't it good enough to just remember that Mel Gibson one day reached down, found he had a pair, and then in a tirade of racial slurs and mysoginy had managed to win the revolutionary war all on his own? But no, there had to be dates, and facts, and worthless information.
So he'd locked himself away, studying, studying, and more studying. For most smart people, this would only have taken a day. And granted, Jack's initial assignments had been relatively easy. But he'd schmoozed most of his teachers into letting him know what the curriculum was ahead of time so that he could get most of it out of the way now. That would just leave midterms to cram for, and then finals to cram for, and the rest of the time to leave himself in sweet sweet tasty drunken bliss where he could get bombed out of his senses....
Outside, he watched as the squirrels played blissfully and he grumbled. They had their little lives out there... living happily, never knowing the horrors that were placed upon innocent college students... the soul crushing dream swallowing activity that was homework. They would just go out there, playing their little squirrel games, never letting Rudolph join in any of them... until Jack was finally free, that was. Then it would be time for some more squirrel ball. "You there... I'ma find you for it... I swear..." Jack muttered, pointing to one.
Finally, hours later... the book was read. He was done. Falling face first into the book, he reached into his pockets, looking for the hip flask of sweet whiskey so he could start on a bender again before school started for the week. Only... it wasn't there. Blinking, he looked up to see it across the table where he'd set it. Reaching out he struggled to reach it, but it was too far away without him getting up... and he was just too tired to get up.
"Is... is this the end...?" Jack muttered melodramatically as he tried to reach for his flask again.