[hr][hr][center][h1][color=868324]Jackson Hunt[/color][/h1][hr][hr]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] The Party -> Dorm Room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Gianna via note [@lovely complex]
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Shocked -> Calm -> Confident... sort of
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The party had seemingly exploded into action, and in the same way, it fell into a frightening silence. Normally, Jackson would appreciate a situation like this, but this silence wasn't the sort brought on by something like a walk in the woods or a morning where you wake up an hour early and realize you have more time to sleep. This silence threatened to wreak havoc, as it had, and there was one person still smiling in the center of it all. [i][color=868324]Gianna.[/color][/i] He couldn't help but think of her with a sort of spite. It was clear to see that she had intended all of this to happen. Samantha was a wreck, Avalon and Will would have to apologize for what they did under Gia's pheromones, and he could only imagine how Kayla felt after all of this. It sickened him to see someone rip others apart like that, and Gia did it with such ease. He wasn't too sure what to do. It wasn't like he could just throw away his plans with Gia; that would only say that she didn't mean anything to him in the first place. On the other hand, he wasn't too sure if he could handle it. [i][color=868324]How can anyone do something like that?

... Well, I suppose I ought to know...[/color]

It had been his freshman year at Mayweather, about halfway into the second semester. He had been talking to a senior who had befriended him early on in the year, and they were both outsiders, drawn together by that fact alone. The two were good friends, and Jackson remembered looking up to him. In truth, Jackson couldn't even remember his name now, but he did remember the day that the senior had asked him an important question. "[b]You don't seem like the sort who's here to save the world or protect the innocent or whatever. You've got your own agenda, and if it isn't too personal, I'd like to hear it.[/b]" Jackson remembered being put off guard by the question, but at the same time, he had spent a lot of time answering the question himself: why was he here at Mayweather? He had taken a deep breath before responding.

"[b][color=868324]I've never been the sort of guy who people look up to, or the one who protects others, or even the one who fights for what they think is right. To be honest, I've made mistakes, and I've held the weight of those mistakes on my shoulders for almost my entire life. If anyone really knew me, then they would think that I belonged in Delphina, without a doubt. Like you said, I'm not here to save the world for fight evil or anything. I just want to prove that it's okay for people, for heroes, for villains, to make mistakes, because we're all human. No matter who you are or what you've done, I just think that everyone deserves a second chance.[/color][/b]"

[color=868324]Everyone deserves a second chance.[/color][/i] Jackson brought himself from the memory and looked back at Gianna. For the first time, he actually looked at her, studied her expressions and pieced together her feelings. From his perspective, she knew that she had messed with a group of friends, and she had broken through Samantha's armor and stabbed her through the heart. And perhaps she saw that as a victory. Maybe that was her way of keeping control, not just of others, but of herself. "[b][color=868324]It's a long shot, but even Gia deserves a second chance.[/color][/b]" he said to himself, deciding on a course of action. He grabbed a napkin from a table and jotted down a quick note on it, before looking up and seeing that Gianna was about to leave the party. Quickly, he stopped time and rushed through the crowd, once again frozen in time, towards her. Taking a look at her dress, he didn't see any pockets, so he simply placed the note in her hand. If she noticed it, she would see that it read:

[center][i][color=868324]Listen, I know that we barely know each other, but that speech you gave on the difference between heroes and villains? That was awesome. Perhaps we should get to know each other better?

-Jackson[/color][/i][/center]

On the back of the note, he had written his cell phone number. With that done, he left the party and waited until he was back in his own dorm room before starting time again. [i][color=868324]Was Lucas' side of the room this trashed before?[/color][/i] At this rate, he was too drunk and nervous to care, so he laid down on his bed and tried to relax. He knew that she might write him off as one of the many who practically lusted after her, but at least it was out of his hands now.