Lumberjacking. [cass]
Nov 21, 2013 1:52:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 1:52:42 GMT -5
Jacques Lazier
His parents assured him that it would get easier. He would only mope around for a few days, and then things would return to normal. Just like they had the last three times the eldest remaining brother left the house. This time was different. For his parents, it wasn't as different. They were losing a son to adulthood, but they still had Jacques in the house. Jacques didn't have that luxury.
Each time a brother left, there was always someone else there to take their place. Josaiah left, but John was there. John left, Jared was there. Subtract Jared, but there is still Jameson. But now? Jameson was gone, and that only left Jacques. He was the only one left, and he wasn't handling that well. He had spent less and less time at the house, now only occupying his room to sleep. Lately, he was sleeping less and less, which in turn led to him being set loose in the population more and more.
He had already managed to find more than his fair share of trouble these last few days, but being from a family that followed the rules, the peacekeepers had given him a more or less glorified slap on the rest and sent him home. He was smart enough to realize if he kept on causing trouble, the slaps on the wrist would keep getting harder, and eventually they'd start to hurt. He couldn't just go home though, he had feelings, frustrations that needed to be worked out somehow. If you couldn't express yourself around the peacekeepers, go where they weren't.
He was on the outskirts now, away from the watchful eye of the law, and pretty much everyone else for that matter. He thought he was truly alone, which is why he was acting as aggressively as he was. He had a stack of stones that he was
When the last stone sank into the pond in front of him, he slouched onto the ground. He pulled his knees up into his chest, burying his face in between the caps. He wasn't crying nor sobbing, simply thinking. He was too tough to cry, Men didn't cry, didn't sob. They dealt. He was dealing. The only way he knew how.
"Where do I go from here? I mean what now? What am I supposed to do now..."[/i] He trailed off in though, his face having been shot skyward as he began talking. It wasn't a prayer, nor a commune with the gods above. He knew it was simply a rhetorical question. He was starting to doubt that there was anyone up above who was even listening anyway.[/font]