▼ PERSONAL DETAILS
► Age - Twenty-five
► Gender - Female
► Sexuality - Homosexual
► Nickname - JD
► Occupation - Floor Staff
► Qualifications - N/A
► Residence - Delton, Maine
▼ PHYSICALITY
► Scars - Small nicks on the palms of her hands from too many shattered glasses
► Tattoos - N/A
► Piercings - N/A
► Style - Others call it butch, she calls it comfortable. Shops mainly (if not exclusively) in the men's aisle, not a particular fan of accessories either. Wouldn't be caught dead in anything formal—if forced to, she would wear a dress shirt and tie at best.
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |  LIFE AT RITMAN During her (poor) attendance at Ritman High, Jack was a 'cultured' figure. She didn't see the point in trying to stay with one set of friends, and wasn't too particular about who she hung with so long as they weren't excessively geeky or bitchy, with a known tendency to jump ship. If she started hanging around with different people, then inevitably her old 'group' were about to explode under the weight of teen drama. Jack had a foot in the door of the gossip from several circles, quietly observing the workings of stupid people being petty. She never took sides—she was just there for the banter and playing hooky down at the plaza. Apathy was the rule.
In class, she had a lackluster attitude towards education. She didn't know what the fuck she was doing, so why was she gonna waste her effort when it wouldn't come to fruition? Certain teachers saw the potential she had and tried to nudge her into caring about progress, push her in the right direction to finally getting that equation or knowing more appropriate words to deliver presentations with that weren't hushed swear words and hamfisted analogies, but they were met with a solid brick wall of "I don't care about doing this shit". Her classroom behaviour amounted to sitting quietly at the back and snickering when the class clowns did their regular routine.
When around whichever friend group, Jack held the same attitude. She wasn't good with empathy or emotional support, god knows she wasn't mature enough to give advice, so she would retreat at the first sign of a breakup between friends or a fight over something stupid that nobody would care about or remember in five years. If people were too full of themselves to get that high school was probably the least significant part of their lives and being so emotionally invested was dumb, then that wasn't her problem. She knew how to sneak out at lunch with the seniors, she was sardonic and quick-witted, and she didn't mind sharing snacks with people. That's all you need to be at the very least one of the most tolerated individuals in your grade. Fly-on-a-wall stuff. PSYCHE Jack's apathy is prevalent in the way she converses with others. Sure, she could be telling the funniest joke in the world, but there's something about the way in which it's delivered that tells you she has no emotional investment in the current moment. Talking to people is just another part of her daily routine, and exerts about as much as brushing her teeth does.
Hope isn't all lost, though. The years have softened Jack somewhat; made her more prone to care about things. A slight, lingering guilt whenever she knows she's said the wrong thing. Something deep in her core that glows a little when she does a favour for somebody—it first happened when she offered to clean her neighbour's windows in exchange for some pocket change, at the suggestion of her father during her "I finished school and don't know what I'm doing with myself" phase. It was later discovered to be a sense of achievement. She's been cleaning Ms. Sullivan's windows every week for seven years.
All of this is a horrific secret kept buried to the public, however. There's a crushing sense of shame in having to admit that you were wrong about empathy and caring for others the whole time. Outwardly, Jack is an older, somewhat muted version of her high school self that somewhere along the way learned how to keep a job. Keep people at arms' length, maintain a casual rapport with regular customers without intruding on their private business, all limbs inside the rollercoaster at all times. Exist in people's lives without being a part of them.
One obstacle in Jack's great Quest of Self-Improvement is her grudges. Her observant nature combined with her stubbornness has led to a repertoire of people she has formed sound opinions on, positive or negative (though mostly negative). Even when presented with alternative facts, she is steadfast in her judgements and will not budge. She may put things aside and begrudgingly tolerate somebody, depending on the necessity, but there will always be an existing impression of that individual withheld at the back of her mind. Jack remembers words and Jack remembers actions. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |
CaliforniaState
rabidbacon
Bluetommy
Dion
DruSM157
fledermaus
mickilennial
Mixtape Ghost N
HeMandaddy
Carlyle
