Jackson Whittemore

[bloodoverfactionrp-blog]

Hey guys, we hate to be the bearer of bad news but instead of prolonging the inevitable we’ll just come out and say it. Us mods have decided that the best course of action to take BoF right now is to close it down. In between our personal lives and other commitments, we haven’t been able to give as much time and focus on the group as we’d have liked.

However that being said, we are planning to revamp Blood Over Faction to reopen at a later date. We’ve already been mulling over fresh ideas we can throw into the mix and I can tell you now that we’re all already extremely excited about it.

Our decision to revamp came from the fact that two of our mods have been swamped with college and personal life, and our other mod won’t be available towards the next coming months. This just seemed to be the best course of action for us right now, and we do apologise for being so abrupt with this matter.

As a side note, just because we’re closing doesn’t mean you guys have to stop roleplaying with each other. If you wanted to continue using these characters for fun by all means go ahead, after all we know how close our little family had gotten in such a short time.

For the time being we’ll throw up where you can find us if you wanted to stay in contact with us in the OOC blog, and we welcome you all to do the same if you felt so inclined.

And last but not least, we’d like to thank each and every one of our members that have stuck with us; that have made this as enjoyable as we had hoped it to be, and just for making it an awesome group to be a part of. We couldn’t have gotten this far without such dedicated members and we honestly couldn’t have asked for a better group of people<3

Until next time, Tash, Rachel, and Alex.

[dauntlesswhittemore]

I'm so sad to find this message, but I understand it and I hope that in the future I can be a part of the revamp again!

For now, I'll just keep this account around, with the Jackson I've created. I just can't let hem go...

[mctwispx]

[geniusinblue-deactivated2015020]

Busy. 

[dauntlesswhittemore]

What could be more important than me?

[honest-isaac]

Don’t say that to me. Please…you’ve no idea what is means.

[dauntlesswhittemore]

Aren't you Candor? So, basically I can tell you everything I think, right?

[abnegationstefan]

Do you always make that face when you’re studying?

[dauntlesswhittemore]

Yes, my face is always this pretty.

[geniusinblue-deactivated2015020]

[dauntlesswhittemore]

Where have you been?

[dauntlesscaroline]

Feel free to suggest something else, eyebrows. 

[dauntlesswhittemore]

I'm good with everything, that's why I let you pick.

[haroldsmiths]

She threw her shoulders back and straightened her posture. The unofficial rule of Dauntless was that if you acted like you had a purpose, people would treat you like you had one. No one said a word to them as they headed towards the pantry, as calculatedly casual as could be.That is, until they were halted by an older official just feet from the door.

"What do you think you’re doing here?"

"Uh…um…" say something, Jackson, say something…

[dauntlesswhittemore]

He put up the kind of smile that always worked. He just hoped that Allison would keep her mouth shut. Her rambling could ruin everything, including his repution here in the compound.

"My father is in an important meeting." He shrugged his shoulders. "They're out of Vodka." He winked at the officer. "And you know what they say about important meetings without Vodka."

The officer only nodded and opened the door. He had done this before and before. No-one would ask his father about it and as long as no-one asked, no-one would find out that it was just a stupid game they were playing.

"Just like I said." He smiled at Allison. "No big deal."

[selflesskira-deactivated2015020]

fight or flight: flight | Kira and Jackson

[selflesskira-deactivated2015020]

"No," she shook her head, her eyes returning to the floor. She’d seen him swagger through the halls, never once guessing he had any cares. His pompous confidence and haughty stare made her think he hadn’t cared, he hadn’t even thought about whose blood were on his hands (Erudite hands, truly). 

"I accept your apology," she muttered, a phrase she’d heard many times in Abnegation. It was selfish to refuse someone’s apology and force more negative feelings onto them. "You had no control, you have nothing to feel sorry about." 

[dauntlesswhittemore]

He stared at her. His heart still beating in his chest. His worries no less than they had already been. But he had said sorry and she had accepted his apology. What more could he do?

“Don’t you dare to tell anyone about this, okay?” He tried to regain his confidence. No-one knew about the extra fear in his landscape. No-one should know about it. He was a Whittemore. Whittemores became less afraid over time, not more. “This conversation has never happened.”

[dauntlesscaroline]

Uh, global warming? Faction discord covered up by false unity? 

[dauntlesswhittemore]

You have an interesting taste in topics.

[honestcami]

Fine! I’ll find my way out…

[dauntlesswhittemore]

[haroldsmiths]

"Yeah, I bet. Tell me, what part of the manifesto does that fall under? ‘Ordinary acts of bravery’? ‘One person standing up for another’? ‘Defending those who cannot defend themselves’?"

[dauntlesswhittemore]

Someone has to teach them how to be brave. How will they defend others if they can't stand up for themselves?

[honestcami]

Talking about an epic failure then…

Good idea… I… I think I need to get home. Which direction is it?

[dauntlesswhittemore]

Screw you.

Good luck getting home.

[dauntlesscaroline]

What do you wanna talk about? 

[dauntlesswhittemore]

I'll let you pick the topic, Forbes.

[dauntlesscaroline]

Right. Well, we can talk. If that’s all you want to do. 

[dauntlesswhittemore]

Yes, let's talk.

[honestcami]

Defending… fighting… it’s still awfully close to killing, if you ask me. Which you are clearly not doing…

I need to get to the Candor faction. Even I should be able to find my way from there.

[dauntlesswhittemore]

It's not. It's making sure no-one gets killed.

Talking about not getting killed. Let's get you out of here.

[selflesskira-deactivated2015020]

fight or flight: flight | Kira and Jackson

[selflesskira-deactivated2015020]

She jerked her wrist away from her, her other hand wrapping around the space his had been. His panic did not go unnoticed- the way his eyes moved, his breathing increased. He had been her worst fear through out the entire previous school year, but had she been his? The person who witnessed him at his worse, watched as he destroyed lives without any control? 

"You just-" beat me.

"You pulled me out of my home," her father and mother hadn’t been home, her hair had been down. It was the first time she’d been out of the house since she was a child with her hair not in its usual bun. "And herded the Abnegation through like cattle along with the rest of the Dauntless under Erudite control. When I tried to find my parents, you forced me in line. It was the first time I’d ever seen a gun up close," since the attack she’d seen many more. "Your eyes…" She looked down, shaking her head. 

"You could tell you weren’t there, you know? You and everyone else. You just looked through me like I wasn’t even there," she wished she hadn’t been. She wished she wasn’t here either, reliving her memories. 

[dauntlesswhittemore]

For a moment he sighed relieved. He had only hurt her. He had not killed her parents. He had not killed her brother or sister. 

“Did you see me kill someone?” He cocked his head and crossed his arms over his chest. He tried to act cool, tried to act as if he didn’t care. He did care. He had been controlled, controlled by people who wanted Abnegation dead. Most of the people in his faction had killed people. Just because he didn’t kill anyone she cared about, didn’t mean he had not killed at all. It just meant that not everyone had seen him doing so.

“I have to know if I killed someone.” He squeezed his own hands and saw that they were turning white, while he swallowed and bit his tongue. He knew that he was probably scaring the hell out of her. He apparently already did, but he was not making it any better. 

For him this was all about killing someone. For her this was about being hurt. He had hurt people before. Most of them deserved it. Others had chosen for it.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. It wasn’t his fault, but for some reason he did feel the urge to say sorry to her.