<div class="floatleft">(http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s17/Dadroid/Jake%20Woodson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob "Jake" Woodson<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Gray Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 8:00AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Suddenly wondering if he’s still going to class…<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Freaked out rangers<strong>Mention:</strong>Practically everyone there<br/><br/>Things were starting to get weird. Yeah, weird was the best word he had that was clean enough to repeat in his head, since apparently his thoughts were being put on blast for the world to hear…wait. Maybe not. Jake went to a passing student and looked intently in their eyes and thought up<em>’Bababooie, Bababooie!’</em>before they kindly asked if he was on drugs, and pried themselves away from him.<strong>”Okay…so not him…just us?”</strong>He said to the group. The movie star was in his head…well, her voice was in his head. He was trying hard not to actually think about anything else. That he could hear Vivi in his head only freaked him out more. It felt wrong somehow…how was he supposed to act? Literally every third uncontrolled thought would be some passing sexual fancy. Not that he was trying to do it, but it just…happened. How the hell was he supposed to handle that?<br/><br/>Then he got a load of Bence. Well, at least the sexual thoughts went away. He turned to Vivi, and was about to speak, but then looked around and sighed. This mental shit had its advantages. He might as well use them.<em>’All I know is, I woke up today and flat out ran from my dorm to class and didn’t break a sweat. I’m good, but I’m not that good. Before that I avoided a collision like the guy was standing still, and I swear I could have been texting movie times while doing it and still reacted better than him. Next thing I know, I hear about some kind of landing…maybe aliens, maybe not. I don’t know…I don’t believe in coincidences like that. Goes against everything I believe it.’</em>. He gave another look to Bence and grumbled<strong>”And I don’t know why you’re sitting there smiling! You’re the guy about to pop out of his clothes! Someone lend Atlas over here a two-X, please?”</strong>Ridiculous.<br/><br/>He was trying to calm down, but he’s suddenly been thrust into some next-level shit, and everyone seemed way too cool about it. He didn’t even know where to begin, but he did try to calm down. If everyone else was calm, he could be too, but he wondered if they just haven’t thought of the possibilities as much as he has. He didn’t know if he was comfortable with that kind of intimacy. He always had a way of toning down his thoughts into words out of his mouth that were more acceptable. For them to have access to the him without filter…that was. Why the hell was this happening!? Without realizing it, he’d begun to pace. He knew the whole thing was drawing attention to him, but he was trying to think, and thinking meant pacing. When Bence decided to lean in on Bella, he raised a finger to him<em>’Hey! We’ve got bigger problems!’</em>he thought angrily. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight, but that comment he made would only spiral them down to a bad place where they won’t even be able to talk to each other, let alone figure out what this whole thing was.<em>’We need to go…we need to go somewhere and figure this out. This fountain shit isn’t working.’</em><br/><br/>Jake looked to each of them, wondering if they had ideas, until a thought entered into his mind and made him turn his head slowly at a person looking at them. Not in that ‘wtf is wrong with these guys?’ way, but like he was observing. It was difficult to respond. Could anyone doing this be trusted? Could they even trust each other? There was no way to tell…no manual to read from, so the only thing he could do was shoot a thought back to the guy<em>’If this is as bizarre as the day gets, I would say we’re being let off easy. Now can you please get over here while we try to figure out a private place to talk?’</em>He frowned and shook his head. How many people would they end up picking up here?<em>'And while I'm at it...Jacob, but please call me Jake. I'm skipping a class to try to understand this, so please let's make it count!</em><br/>