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alright, so i've realised i've bitten off more than i can chew. my stiles and derek accounts are hard enough for me to manage and i thik i'm going to pop jackson and my other character, logan on hiatus for a lil but. I'm sorry guys. but i don't want to just leave them sitting here not replying. i know you'll all understand because you're fab.

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as with logan, this dude is being difficult today. unfortunately, beating him around the head isn't working sooo replies tomorrow!

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Jackson narrowed his eyes at her and then raised his eyebrow. "I let Derek help me before i left." He stated as he folded his arms across his chest, glaring at her again. "And, fyi, my father moved me to London. It wasn't my choice."

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"Oh, I just wanted to know how your wolf life in London was" Erica said with a smirk. "Because you have a big ego and didn’t let anyone help you" she said with a smirk.

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"I believe you were the one that saw me and came over to me, Erica." He raised an eyebrow and smirked, "So, it's obviously you that wants something. What is it?"

+10 have seen you alive

"What do you want Jackson? I may or may not help you, depends on the way you ask it" Erica said with a smirk.

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+ 9

Being Jackson Whittemore was something he knew people had wanted to be a year or so ago. Captain of the Lacrosse team, dating the most popular girl in school and people practically bowing at his feet. It was different now though wasn't it? Now he was Jackson Whittemore, the boy everyone thought was dead, but nope. He'd come back to the hospital alive. His father had taken him to London for a bit but...Beacon Hills was home no matter how alien to him it felt then. The others knew he was back and apparently some of them thought he was up to something. In all honesty, Jackson was back because he and his father and mother had got home sick but now he was back he felt like he'd missed so much, there was too much going on and Jackson wasn't in on it. There was no way he was going to Derek Hale to beg for a spot in his pack....even though being in a pack with everything going on would probably help him. He sighed as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips. He was sat on the hood of his car in the high school parking lot, in the middle of the night. That was what his life had become. He didn't even hear someone walking over, that was how caught up in his own head he'd been. Jackson glanced at the person, rolled his eyes and turned his head back to where he'd been looking.

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Jackson quirked up an eyebrow as he looked over Stiles and shook his head before he rolled his eyes. "You're obviously here for something, Stilinski." He pointed out before he shrugged his shoulders. "I wanna know what's going on." He looked towards the school and then back at Stiles, "None of you want to tell me so it looks like I'm on my own." He looked down at his feet before sighing and looking back at Stiles. "Look, we've never been close but...I'm sorry about your dad." He then shook his head and his expression resembled the Jackson everybody in Beacon Hills knew, or thought they knew. 

As he started to walk towards the school, "So...you coming? You can tell me what's been happening." With a smirk, he carried on walking.

+ 6

Stiles looked like the undead. His eyes were ringed with dark puffy circles, his skin was ghostly white and he'd overdosed himself on his addrell pills. It was obvious Stiles hadn't been having a good week. Or an fine week. Or even a slightly off week. No -- Stiles has been having the worst week of his life and it's only been two days in. Who knew what would happen next?

He didn't have Scott. Didn't have his father. Didn't have Ms. McCall. The people he held close to him had been stripped away from him. So the teen had did his best to hurry out of his Jeep and towards the entrance of the school before anyone would notice.

Unfortunately.....Another curve ball had been sent his way. Jackson.

"Nothing. What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles snapped, his patience worn thin from sleep deprivation and stress eating him up.

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//Switching over to Stiles again soon! but please if any one wants to plot or make a random starter, just do it and i'll be back here soon! <3 i'll also make a + post for all my new followers! 

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+ redhair-and-immunity

Lydia: He's been taken, as a sacrifice, as has Scott's Mom.

Lydia: So stop being jealous and maybe think about some ways you can help.

Jackson: No one wants my help anyway, remember?

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Rolling his eyes, Jackson folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. "So it wasn't you i've been able to smell for the last few days?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked over Stella. She'd definitely changed. "...Tell Derek, Scott and your brother to stop. I'm not doing anything." He pointed out before he crouched, placing his hand down on  the spot where he'd turned first. Jackson was silent and ignored what she'd just said to him. He was too caught up in his head. Jackson may have talked the big talk and walked the walk but he was still emotionally scarred from what had taken place in the warehouse. He'd been out of the loop on things for months and now he was back, he  wanted in. He may as well just go and see Derek. Standing up, he turned to face her fully, eyes glowing their blue and a smirk on his face. "....so, tell me why you're actually here."

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              Stella was mad at Scott, Derek and her brother for them making her be the one to follow Jackson around and see what he was up too. It wasn’t like she couldn’t help, being a wolf and all, but it was still annoying. Stella first met Jackson freshman year, and he was the cockiest she’d ever known him to be back then. She only met him through Lydia, but she already knew Jackson wa going to be a pain in the ass, to everyone. She had left the end of freshman year, but came back right after Jackson left. She heard about him leaving and didn’t think he’d be back until yesterday. It’d been a day since she started following him, and it was already boring. all he did was drive around in his porsche all day. She wasn’t easily spotted, running through the woods, and using her senses to watch over him, hearing his conversations on what he was up to. It wasn’t anything, she didn’t understand why she was still doing this. She followed him to the warehouse, keeping her distance. She hid behind one of the pillars in there, forgetting the fact that Jackson was also a wolf. She had heard him talk to her, so she sighed and walked out from the pillar, crossing her arms as he looked at her. “Oh please. Me? Your fan? I’d have to be put through excruciating pain before I become one of your ‘fans’, jackson.” She told the other wolf, eyeing him carefully. She decided to lie, and hide the fact she’d been following him for three days, and just stick with it being a coincidence that they were both here.

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+ redhair-and-immunity

Lydia: His Dad is missing, Jackson.

Lydia: So put aside that petty thing you have against him, at least for this once.

Jackson: What?

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Jackson: Jealous of Stilinski? Why would I ever be jealous of that spaz?

Lydia: You tell me.

Lydia: You're the one bringing him up.

Jackson: And you're the one who's helping him. when a year ago you didn't know who he was.

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+ 6

Beacon Hills, always the same or so Jackson had  thought but apparently in the months he'd been gone a lot had happened. Things were bad, it didn't take a genius to see that. He hated to admit it be he felt left out. It was selfish but that was what Jackson was wasn't it? He wanted in on the action - he wanted to put his wolf abilities to good use and maybe to make some bit of difference. He wasn't entirely sure what it was but he wanted to get involved. 

Rubbing a hand over his head, Jackson stood up and decided to go and wander the high school, to see if anyone was around, maybe find out more about what was actually going on. He got in his car and headed there, Police tape still secured the area the cop had been found by McCall and his bunch of freaks. He didn't really understand what these killings were about but...he was going to find out. 

Just as he got out of the car, he saw a figure in front of him and rolled his eyes. "What the hell do you want?"

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Lydia: Don't be jealous, Jackson. Green was never your colour.

Jackson: Jealous of Stilinski? Why would I ever be jealous of that spaz?

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//Ok so i'm going to go for lunch soon and then i'll be back and i want to plot jackson with all of you! if anyone wants a thread or anything, lemme know! <3

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Mass Text || Open

Isaac: Am I the only one who's amused by the twins squished pug-like faces or-?

Jackson: I'm amused by the twins in general. Who do they think they are?

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✉ Text Messages ✉

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.) # - For an angry text. ♦ - For a rushed text. x - For a secret text. ♥ - For a regular text. * - For an early morning text.

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"I don't know. May you?"

+10 have seen you alive

"May I help you with something?"