; academia || closed rp with xlaevus
Jackson heaved a heavy sigh as he climbed out of the van. His mom was in the car with his little sister -- only fifteen. His mom was talking on the phone, while he walked to the back and pried it open. He took his duffel bag and his guitar case, and his laptop bag. He was about to set it on the sidewalk but one of those over-peppy girls had come with a rape whistle, a cart, and a map -- which he gladly accepted.
He was about to leave when his mother asked him if he needed help, to which he replied with a 'I'm fine, mom, thanks for driving me here' and then proceeded to flick his sister's nose as a goodbye.
Jackson wheeled his things towards his dorm while looking at the map. If he was good at something it was multi-tasking. He was also good at running into columns -- ❝ Oof! O-okay, ow. Wall = bad. Ngh... ❞ He rubbed his forehead and hoped no one saw that.