#jamesone jackson

The I.R.I.S. employee watching the cameras who doesn't even have clearance to know who A.L.T.R. 114209 even is: ..."um....."

JJ couldn’t sleep. He sat, curled on his bed, hugging his pillow close and crying softly. Henrik had gone out to look for Jackie, to look for answers, but JJ had been told to stay at home. For protection. Like he needed protection while his brother was out there, was alone, was maybe controlled by something.

Because he refused to believe that Jackie had actually done that. He refused to believe that Jackie had actually killed all those people. He refused to believe that Jackie would ever do something like that. It was just a misunderstanding - that was all.

That was all.

Despite telling himself over and over that Jackie wouldn’t do that, Jackie would never hurt anyone, Jackie would never, he still couldn’t sleep. His mind kept playing the scene he had seen over and over - Jackie holding the gun to the woman’s head. Jackie, flinging Sam across the room. Jackie - pulling the trigger.

Every time he closed his eyes he could only see his brother’s cold face, could only hear the gunshot echoing through his mind. Jackie would never.

A noise caught his attention and his eyes snapped open. He quieted his breath, listening hard. Footsteps - a pause - the door to Henrik’s laboratory creaking open. Someone was in the house.

Dark: You are one of two things: you are cool, calm, and collective or, batshit wild. Regardless of which, when you snap, YOU SNAP. Whoever pissed you off better pray to the old gods because the new one ain't picking up his phone. You either seem like you have your shit together, or you really do. There is no in-between.

Anti: Relax? Who is she? Who are eccentric from the start. You are quiet at first, making people think you are shy and just have to warm up to them, when in reality, you are biding your time. Watching your surroundings to see how everyone ticks, and then you strike. Violence is not always your attack, you can also deal out verbal attacks as well. Your RBF is on point.

Wilford: You are that person who is cheerful to hide your trauma. Sorry, but we can still see it. You can't hide a body behind a glass wall. You will smile and give homemade treats and remember everyone's birthday, but everyone once in a while, you will say something to cause everyone's concern to go to an 11. High ADHD levels.

Jackie: You are that one person that is motivated beyond belief. You will wear yourself out with over positivity and helping others and then break down in a public restroom. Crying from stress is a call for attention, even in an empty room (false, cry if you need too) can't drink coffee because it sends your hyperness through the roof and gives you a headache.

Damien: You are the mom friend of the group, you either have snack pouches and juice, or a way to reprimand your friends. You are shy around confrontation, but always quick to come up with a solution to a problem. You wouldn't share homework answered, but would help with the homework. You are the designated driver.

Chase: things you cry at: cat videos, cute kid videos, slice of life anime, cute finales of comedies. You have some sort of an addiction. Coffee, alcohol, cleanliness, art, your hobby, collecting hobbies. Something to keep your hand busy is always needed, helps tame the voices. Your therapist friend begs you to go to therapy, but who can afford it? Definitely not you, and besides, you aren't even that serious. Thinking about death is normal, right? Right?!

Celine: you are the wine aunt. Weather that is literal or towards your friends, that is your title and you where it with pride. Might be some sort of witch. You can become serious quickly, you go from go lucky to problem solver 1-100 real fast. You are always available, even if you're not happy about it. You listen to problems and come up with half good answers. Sorry to say, but arson is not always the answer.

Schneep: you are the therapist friend, and you need a therapist. Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Must have perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect ingernal. Coffee is not breakfast, nor is it good to drink at 3 in the afternoon. Eat some real food, please, granola bars are not going to get you through the day.

Actor: in some way, shape, or form, you are a profectionist. People may get upset about the way things must line up, if your drink is one inch higher than expected, everything is ruined. Everything must be perfect, or it's terrible. You either love art, or an artist yourself who hates your art. When someone tells you you are a profectionist, you lash out in anger. Take a nap, might do you good.

JJ: silent but deadly. Words are very rarely exchanged with those outside your friend group. When someone asks you what you are reading, you lift up your book to show the title and continue to read. You made your own lunches at school. If someone crosses you, you will be passive aggressive about it. Dresses formal for every occasion.

Google: you have anger issues, eldest sibling , reliable one? When someone needs advice, you are the first to go to. You regularly go to those warehouses to destroy things. You don't work well with others, prefer to work alone than In a group. Effortlessly get A's on tests.

Marvin: you are either gay, or the gayest straight person. If there's no glitter, you don't want it. You're temper is fiery, but your significant other wouldn't have you any other way. You have enemies, and your friends are worried about that. You have either mental or physical scars and are self conscious about them. Your scars tell your story, don't be embarrassed. You live in the library and write papers that aren't necessary.

Bing: your favorite Ninja turtle was Mikey. Love Bill and Ted. The life of the party, always trying to be the cool guy. You fail at it, but you don't let that slow you down. You once tried to do something reckless, failed, and said that you'll practice until you do it. You succeed. You do anything you put your mind to. Useless facts, no, no one knew that otters hold hands while sleeping to not drift away, but thank you for sharing. Orange crush is your favorite drink.

Everything was foggy. JJ blinked, trying to clear his head as he pushed himself up. With a sudden start, he realised his hands were handcuffed together, and the surface he was lying on was not his comfortable bed. 

Groggily, he tried to remember what had happened, vague memories of a group of thugs attacking him coming back to him. He shot upright at that memory, eyes darting around the sparse room. Two men turned to look at him and he shifted back, pushing himself against the wall of the small room he found himself in. 

“Wh-where am I, good sir?” he asked hesitantly. One of them grinned, a smile that didn’t inspire much confidence. 

“Right where you need ta be, kid,” he said. 

“What do you want with me? I have no money, what else could you need from me?” 

 “I - I - I’m going to mess it all up,” Marvin said, his breath coming in quick gasps. JJ crouched down beside him, gently laying a hand on his shoulder, his eyes soft. Marvin looked up at his touch. 

“You will do splendidly,” JJ said, gripping his shoulder. Marvin shook his head, muttering under his breath. 

“No, no I’m going to mess up. What if someone gets hurt? What if I do it wrong? What if -” He was cut off as JJ pulled him into a close hug, rubbing his older brother’s back and feeling him begin to relax. Eventually, Marvin pulled away, some of the panic in his eyes gone. 

“You have practised this trick many times. I’m sure you will do it wonderfully - I believe in you.” JJ said once Marvin could see his speech slides. Marvin let out a long, shaky breath, but nodded. 

“Y-yeah. Thanks, Jays. I… Thank you.” He stood, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his cloak. “I got this,” he muttered, almost to himself.