<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>Room-->Sci-Fi Lit Elective-->Break between classes (common area)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><br/><em>Shapes...him lying with his back on something warm. Not a hospital, but there are things in his periphery. Blinking...Beeping...He wants to ask where he is, and who was around him, but he can't speak. Something is placed on him. He feels pressure, then mouth opening, eye popping pain, then nothing. It happened so fast, he didn't even scream. His mouth merely opened as if it were some horrific nutcracker they still display on Christmas. The vision shifts to clouds rolling by...sometimes through. He feels a sense of peace that he thought he could only feel behind the wheel. And then his alarm sounded'</em><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> (http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjMyLjAwMDAwMC5WR2hsSUVSaGVTQnBkQ0JCYkd3Z1EyaGhibWRsWkEsLC4z/ethnocentric.regular.png)</div><br/><br/>Jake opened his eyes with a start. Why did it feel like he'd just fallen from some height and onto his bed? He was dreaming...he knew that much. Clouds...those big fluffy, absolutely perfect clouds that only seemed to exist in holosims and standby wallpapers. He was busy making drivers cry and taking dem credits last night, that he managed to get up on his first alarm was practically a miracle. Like he'd have to find some church and light a candle or some shit kinda miracle, but then it all came crashing to a halt when he realized that he had just experienced his third "Get the fuck out or you're screwed" alarm. Oh joy.<br/><br/><strong>"Awww, fuck!"</strong>he said, rolling out of bed in his boxers and managing to shake the last of the sheet off of his leg before it had a chance to trip him. His mind was going through a chorus of 'shit, damn, fuck' in no particular order as he spared himself some time to at least pretend like he brushed his teeth. As for the shower, well, statute of limitations existed still if he showered before bed. I mean, who the fuck wants to sleep smelling like burnt rubber and rich fuel exhaust. Wait...he would, but that's outside the point. The point was that only a certain minority of people in the world would find that mix appealing, which is why they didn't bottle the stuff and sell it on one of those black and white holoboards with dude's faces that seemed oblivious to the chicks staring at him.<em>'I'm so damn shiny, I don't even notice em'</em>those signs seemed to always say. Ridiculous.<br/><br/>He was out the door with his pack, and almost ran right into some idiot throwing an air disc to his buddy in the middle of the hall. I mean, seriously? Where do they get these people!? His body just acted on its own and spun around the guy in his way, caught the disc as it flew to him, cleared the guy still standing there dumbfounded, then threw the disc at an angle so that it went under the guy he'd just spun around, bounced off the floor, then rose high enough to catch the other guy in the chest. He was so shocked by the whole thing, he didn't react until the disc actually hit his chest, which prompted him to fumble and finally grab it with both hands. He was already running for the stairwell when the first guy finally said "Hey...!"<br/><br/>Jake, of course, hadn't bothered to see what had happened. if he did, he might have thought of a good reason to stay inside for the day. As it stood, he was so much in mission mode, he was bounding down the stairs two at a time. He wouldn't have noticed that the haphazard way he was doing it was actually assisted with just enough glide to stick each and every landing and keep on chugging. He would have just figured that he was on his A-game. Even when he finally got to class, at a speed that would have left him normally gulping at air like a fish out of water, he wasn't so much as mussed. Perfectly reasonable. Those little driving stamina exercises he did were paying off big time. He felt good, he knew he looked good, because he could still manage a wink at a few of the girls in class. By few, he meant exactly two. This particular class, at least in his time slot, was a total sausage-fest. Gratefully, he just happened to be a big fish in a small pond.<br/><br/>It was all over soon enough, he was able to have a little conversation with the ladies, who were friends already<em>'Please let them be special friends, please let them be special friends'</em>and got to talking about the progression of older science fiction into what was now their science fact, and just how much more there was to go. One of them brought up the story that an unidentified object had crash-landed on earth, and Jake honestly thought they were putting him on until they showed him the broadcast, which seemed to be pumped out on all bands and frequencies now. Everyone was in agreement of two things. 1. They have no idea what the fuck is going on, but 2. They know something is going on. Jake made sure that they had his number, just in case anything developed and they wanted to keep him abreast of the situation.<br/><br/>He actually said that. Abreast. Was he feeling himself today, or what?<br/><br/>He had some time to kill between classes, so he thought it wouldn't be a bad thing to access the net about just what the hell was going on. People were driving themselves in a panic before anyone even knew what was going on. That's where people always got it wrong. You didn't go out to get milk and eggs if the world was ending. I mean, what were you going to do? Enjoy your last round of French toast and go out on a full stomach? Wait...that actually didn't sound like a bad idea. And if this news was all over, why the hell were classes still on? He couldn't figure this school out sometimes. water main goes out that only affects a quarter of the school, everyone is released on their own recognizance. Some shit goes down that could very well change the way of the world as we know it? Business as usual. The Sci Fi Lit prof didn't even<strong>mention</strong>it. Da hell!?<br/>