Chapter 4: Motive || Jackson Halburn || An Earful
The motive had met Jackson at a moment that was⊠Truthfully, not terribly inopportune. WIRE had just discovered the hole in the wall that stood between their bedrooms, and the two had been having a â albeit, a bit of a strange one â conversation when the other relented. After briefly speaking of laundry to be done, the DJ soon vanished, leaving Jackson once more to his strange, twisting thoughts.Â
Momentarily, it occurred to him to do his own laundry, but the idea of leaving his room at the moment and seeing his âclassmatesâ brought about the bitter taste of bile in the back of his throat. Making a beeline for the kitchen temporarily crossed his mind, but what would he even DO there? Cook until the refrigerator was too full to hold his culinary concoctions? Though the idea was tempting, Jackson swatted it away like a pesky mosquito. There had to be something he could do to keep himself busy in his room. There just had to be.Â
The temptation of trying to bother the rabbit girl for a safety razor occurred to him as a hand idly brushed against his chin. His face was beginning to grow itchy. But what were the chances sheâd give him one, though? Sheâd probably suspect him of trying to shave someone to death. Cringing at the thought, green eyes glanced around his room, trying to remember if he had one stashed away â
Thatâs when his eyes fell upon the punching bag and stretching bands that he kept in a disorganized pile in the corner of his room.
Within moments, Jackson had wrapped his knuckles in a fabric bandage that he kept around just for this purpose, and began to throw punches towards the unsuspecting sandbag. They were light, fast; he wasnât trying to inflict any damage, after all, just blow off steam.Â
Cross, jab, hook, double jab.
Cross, jab, uppercut, double jab.
Cross, jab, hook â siren?
The young man did, admittedly, start when the high pitched wailing reached his ears. Nearly immediately, his bandaged hands flew to cover them, but perhaps he did so with too much enthusiasm, as he ended up effectively punching himself in the face. The acrobat left his room as he rubbed his cheek, and soon, joined the others at the pre-designated meeting place.
People⊠Were not taking this well. The panic that permeated the air around him was nearly suffocating. Perhaps his negative, irritable thoughts surrounding these particular noises was due to what he had just experienced and the impatience he felt toward his peers. Personally, the temptation to call out the others for acting ridiculous briefly crossed his mindâŠ
⊠And then he remembered he was wearing a bunny shirt in remembrance of a girl who had probably not even been his friend.
Needless to say, Jackson held his tongue.
However, he did not stop his feet from nearly immediately carrying him back to his dorm. This time, before he began boxing again, he placed some of the fabric bandage over his ears, taking advantage of itâs tape-like consistency in order to help drown out the piercing noise. It resulted in a faint muffling. Well, at least it was something. The temptation to share his discovery with others came to him. Who could he help with this? Sun-Mi, maybe, Sasa-chan, Keichi, Dimitâ
And with that thought, all temptation evacuated him, and the boxing began once more.
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