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Ah yes, the library. A quiet place, full of books and knowledge. A place that currently housed a conked out Jake English, softly snoring on a stack of books that he was supposed to be studying. It wasn’t his fault that book work hardly suited him! He had been homeschooled for most of his young life, after all, and his education prior to Skaia University had consisted of colorful presentations, engaging discussions, botany, and the occasional sharp shooting. 

Well, the sharp shooting was more than occasional. But still. Pouring through dusty old tomes was most definitely not a life style fitting for a rugged young lad like himself! Especially when he found himself rereading sentences several times in a row, due to forgetting them near instantaneously. It was just so dreary, and repetitive, that Jake found himself drifting off and...

Whoops. Here he was. Asleep. He really needed to stop falling asleep all the time. Inside his mind, he was free to drift through fantasy after fantasy of adventures, puzzle solving, and saving the day time after time again. It sure would be nice if dreams could come true.

But, alas, that would take some freaky powers that he most certainly did not possess. 

Jake was dragged back to consciousness by a sharp tap on his shoulder, and when he looked up with bleary heavy eyes, a lovely sight greeted him. Wowzarooni.

“Um, uh, nice t’meet you, who’re you??”

The man, the myth, the legend. Slayer of hearts and champion of love. Jake English.

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Treasure Hunters

Jake English was ridiculously bored.

There were three problems with his current situation: One, the classroom’s AC was broken, and the heat was both mind numbing and terribly stifling. Two, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the current subject material; history was dreadfully dull, and he had never understood the virtue in discussing the politics of old and dead men. Now, wars were a wholly different topic, and could get interesting on occasion! Unfortunately, the only war was the one on his attention span, and Jake was sorely losing that one.

Third and finally, the teacher’s voice was nothing more than a monotonous drone in the background of his head, and these three factors were doing a spectacular job at lulling him into a hazy stupor. But no! He would not fall asleep!! He would not fall asleep!!!

Normally, this is the part where he would fall asleep, good intentions notwithstanding, but for once, perseverance won out. Jake pinched his thigh hard, dull nails digging into his skin and leaving little pale marks. More importantly, the left a slightly higher sense of awareness in him. 

Mark him in for the land of the living! As well as the land of still really fucking bored. For a few minutes, he scanned the faces of his classmates, looking for anyone that he might recognize. Being new at the school was bad enough, but then again, everyone was new to this school. Still, when that was added in on top of his...memory issues, Jake found that he really didn’t know anyone? There was a girl who he was mostly sure was also in his dorm area. What was the name again? Profit? Prolapse? Forget it. 

Sitting in the desk about a foot away from him was a blond boy, scruffy haired and seemingly just as bored as himself. The teen looked vaguely familiar to Jake, as if he had seen him passing by in the halls? Who knows. Returning his attention to the (blank) piece of paper on which he was supposed to be taking notes, Jake decided to just ignore the purpose of this entire class for an entirely new objective. 

Drawing the mystery fellow next to him. Just some sketchy doodles, nothing fancy. The anatomy was a little out of proportion, and it was clear that Jake was just an amateur, but all in all, it could be worse. He glanced back at the other boy, just for reference, and went pale when he realized that the unnamed teen was staring straight at him. 

Shit.