(ooc: If you want Jaune to be your "designated Awakened mindjacker" just let me know. Otherwise these can just be open prompts to interact with Jaune aka John).
I - On Campus, Post Ceremonies John passes two teachers, overhearing the conversation. He debates asking, but decides to drop it for the moment. Perhaps it's something to investigate, but right now doesn't seem the time. Besides, if past experience has taught him anything it is that he'll just be waved off or dismissed or, even worse, simply ignored.
Instead, he makes his way towards the orchard. It feels weird being back there, and honestly he'd been avoiding this place for the past several weeks since their first fight. However, like all the other events that occurred since then, there was no trace of the violence or fighting. The trees were fine and full to bursting with apples. He briefly thinks back to another grove of trees and an assignment to collect produce of a different kind...but he shakes his head of the memory. He rests his hand on a tree, "I can't believe it all started here."
Perhaps the fight, he knows technically that the whole app and memory regain started before they set foot here. Still, it's weird being back and he's feeling a little nostalgic...for two different reasons. The distracted thinking doesn't last long...because a few seconds later he's tripping over someone's basket of apples, which sends the contents sprawling everywhere. John isn't far behind, and lands on his face in the grass, his feet tangled in the basket's handle.
Who claims it? Will there be yelling? At the moment there are only some groans as John sits up, "Sorry..."
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II - Library, Monday
John put his phone away, tucking it under the cover of a book he had opened at a study table. Afterwards, he placed his head on the book and groaned, "I can't believe he's making me do this." John wasn't too sure he was up to knocking people out. Neither he nor Jaune had ever done anything like that before. Yet, this is what it had apparently come to. How was this even going to work? What if he was caught? He honestly never thought he'd say this, but he missed the old method.
Sure, it was a pain in the ass as well. But at least then he hadn't had to knock anyone out or try to force them to look at some stupid hypno wheel app. Of course, maybe he could get out of it--so far no one had responded to his text to meet at the library and try to scout out any of the UnAwakened they were supposed to be looking for. Of course, that could change since he HAD only just sent that text out.
John lifted his head from the book and looked around once more -- so far the coast was clear. He could focus on studying for at least a little bit longer.
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I - On Campus, Post Ceremonies
John passes two teachers, overhearing the conversation. He debates asking, but decides to drop it for the moment. Perhaps it's something to investigate, but right now doesn't seem the time. Besides, if past experience has taught him anything it is that he'll just be waved off or dismissed or, even worse, simply ignored.
Instead, he makes his way towards the orchard. It feels weird being back there, and honestly he'd been avoiding this place for the past several weeks since their first fight. However, like all the other events that occurred since then, there was no trace of the violence or fighting. The trees were fine and full to bursting with apples. He briefly thinks back to another grove of trees and an assignment to collect produce of a different kind...but he shakes his head of the memory. He rests his hand on a tree, "I can't believe it all started here."
Perhaps the fight, he knows technically that the whole app and memory regain started before they set foot here. Still, it's weird being back and he's feeling a little nostalgic...for two different reasons. The distracted thinking doesn't last long...because a few seconds later he's tripping over someone's basket of apples, which sends the contents sprawling everywhere. John isn't far behind, and lands on his face in the grass, his feet tangled in the basket's handle.
Who claims it? Will there be yelling? At the moment there are only some groans as John sits up, "Sorry..."
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II - Library, Monday
John put his phone away, tucking it under the cover of a book he had opened at a study table. Afterwards, he placed his head on the book and groaned, "I can't believe he's making me do this." John wasn't too sure he was up to knocking people out. Neither he nor Jaune had ever done anything like that before. Yet, this is what it had apparently come to. How was this even going to work? What if he was caught? He honestly never thought he'd say this, but he missed the old method.
Sure, it was a pain in the ass as well. But at least then he hadn't had to knock anyone out or try to force them to look at some stupid hypno wheel app. Of course, maybe he could get out of it--so far no one had responded to his text to meet at the library and try to scout out any of the UnAwakened they were supposed to be looking for. Of course, that could change since he HAD only just sent that text out.
John lifted his head from the book and looked around once more -- so far the coast was clear. He could focus on studying for at least a little bit longer.