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Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf (cocaptain) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2016-05-03 08:13:00

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~jackson whittemore (cocaptain), ~maria hill (by_the_book)

WHO: Jackson Whittemore and ~~OPEN~~ Maria Hill
WHAT: Working
WHEN: Tuesday morning
WHERE: Main camp, near the construction
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Incomplete

Jackson might have been a self-centered narcissist, but one thing he wasn't was lazy. Others might have disagreed with his priorities, but he'd been out every morning at dawn, working until the sun went down. Jackson wasn't a stranger to hard work. When he'd been in Beacon Hills, he'd worked hard to be Captain of the lacrosse team. He'd worked out in his free time, drilled, ran - anything necessary to keep himself in the best shape possible. It had been one of the reasons he'd been so furious when McCall had simply swooped in and taken from him what he'd earned with the sweat of his labor.

When Jackson wanted something, he was willing to work for it, and the work here - in building a sewer system, or in completin construction of the medical center - well, it was what he wanted to do. At Derek's suggestion, held paused work on digging the sewer trench. Less because he wanted to and more because it seemed like a waste of effort to dig when there was an excavator. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to use it and everyone seemed to want to get the medical center built first. So that was what Jackson would do.

Even though it was still morning, the tropical sun was hot, and Jackson had already worked himself into a sweat. Taking a break to get a drink, he then took his shirt off over his head and threw it over a stump where other people had been throwing their various stuff. He then stretched, feeling good to be free of the sweaty garment. He knew he looked good without it, so there was no self-consciousness as he stretched out his arms, and then got back to work.

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cocaptain
2016-05-04 12:10 pm UTC (link)

"Just something Lahey taught me," he said, a little gruffly.The discomfort had nothing to do with her, but of the memories of when he'd done this before. Life wasn't always easy for omega werewolves, and more than once this ability had been used to give a peaceful death. Sometimes that was all that could be done when the hunters were done with them - the times when they weren't merciful enough to just end them themselves.

Jackson's face was dark for a moment, then he lifted her in his arms again, suddenly wishing that they did have the medical building completed. Didn't seem right that someone would get hurt while building it.

"Look, we're going to go find one of the doctors. They'll know what to do."

After all, that was what doctors did, right?

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by_the_book
2016-05-04 02:34 pm UTC (link)

There was a story there, and it wasn't a good one. Maria had enough of those tales of her own. If Jackson wasn't telling, she wasn't asking. Some memories didn't need to be talked about no matter how much you couldn't get rid of them.

She tensed when he lifted her, expecting pain but there was none. Whatever he'd done the pain was gone. For how long, she didn't know. "Geez. I'm calling you Morphine Lad from now on." She smirked a little then nodded. "Not Banner," she said. Tony would no doubt be with Bruce. "Jones or Simmons or whoever."

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