Post by Jacob Kavanagh on May 12, 2016 22:35:46 GMT
There was something about Jacob Kavanagh, an undefinable quality that had its foundation in charisma but a good share of devil-may-care attitude as well. Maybe it was how he viewed the world and the way he seemed unafraid. Sadly though, those who knew him best could tell a far different tale. One that lacked the theatrics of his latest antics and described a boy who was far different from the public perception of him. The problem was finding someone beyond his brother who had managed to get that close to him. For him there was safety in holding the world at arm's length except for those nights when he gave in to his unspoken loneliness. He lived a life of contradictions and the spontaneous, an addiction in the making that no drug had ever managed to compare to.
It was there in his smirk as he looked up from the textbook that had managed to bore him. If he was responsible then he'd spend the rest of his evening trying to study but what fun was there in that? Eventually everything began to run together, what he learned formed connections to what he already knew. For most that would make the material easier, for him it was starting to become a maze of leaps and conclusions. What he needed was to shut his thoughts down for a little while. To simply exist in the moment for all the glory that it could bleed out for him. No tomorrow and no remorse. Sadly, the vices he had given up were the very ones he craved now.
Pen down and he flipped closed the lesson on economics that he knew would only lead to a massive headache if he stared at one more page. There would be plenty of time later to wish he had read the chapter. For now that book along with his notes were shoved into a long strapped messenger styled bag and soon slung over his shoulder. This was for the best, he never did do all that great in the library. Something about needing to stay quiet tended to get on his nerves.
It was possible that he'd settle for something less than anarchy but only time would tell.
It was there in his smirk as he looked up from the textbook that had managed to bore him. If he was responsible then he'd spend the rest of his evening trying to study but what fun was there in that? Eventually everything began to run together, what he learned formed connections to what he already knew. For most that would make the material easier, for him it was starting to become a maze of leaps and conclusions. What he needed was to shut his thoughts down for a little while. To simply exist in the moment for all the glory that it could bleed out for him. No tomorrow and no remorse. Sadly, the vices he had given up were the very ones he craved now.
Pen down and he flipped closed the lesson on economics that he knew would only lead to a massive headache if he stared at one more page. There would be plenty of time later to wish he had read the chapter. For now that book along with his notes were shoved into a long strapped messenger styled bag and soon slung over his shoulder. This was for the best, he never did do all that great in the library. Something about needing to stay quiet tended to get on his nerves.
It was possible that he'd settle for something less than anarchy but only time would tell.