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Log:Rain on Mais Drive

2013-11-03T07:42:47Z

Jake:

{{ Log
| cast =[[image:austin-icon.jpg|100px|link=Austin|Austin Mitchel]] [[image:jake-icon.jpg|100px|link=Jake|Jake Merritt]]
| summary = Austin and Jake play some football in the rain and catch up on their shitty day.
| location = '''Mais Drive Residential'''

'''Forecast''': Autumn. Rain. 58.4F 14C

The residential area of Lantern Hill is one of less than noble standing. Old houses with peeling paint sit along the street, yards, for the most part, brown more than as though the oppression of the area was too much even for them. In several yards there are dogs tied to trees that bark loudly at passing strangers when they can get up the energy to do so.

* Some houses are abandoned or fallen to disrepair.
* Every other house has at least one old beat up car backed in the driveway.

| gamedate = 2012.09.02
| soundtrack =
| plot =
| log =It's a miserable autumn day, which seems to suit Jake just fine. He's out in the front yard, if it can be called that, standing in the cold rain. He's put an old, bare tire against the trunk of one of the yard's dead trees and is busy throwing a battered football at it. He's not very good. But it seems that accuracy is not really the point. He's chucking the ball as hard as he can and the impact it makes as it hits the trunk or the tire brings a tight smile of satisfaction to his face. His hair is plastered against his forehead and his t-shirt sticks to his body. And still he throws, grunting now with the effort, little growls of frustration.

Austin's old dirt bike roars up the street, pulling quickly into the driveway. Turning it off, Austin gets off the bike, propping it up on the stand, and then begins to head for the house. He's soaked, his own clothes sticking to his muscular but short frame. He notices his neighbor with the football, and he heads that direction. Looking at the trunk as the football bounces off it, he says, "I think it's dead, Merritt."

"Not dead /enough/," Jake practically belts out the last word as he throws with all his might, the ball smacking wetly against the side of the tire and then bouncing out toward the street. He watches it roll dispassionately. "People suck." Just in case Austin was wondering. Still, Jake does manage to give the other teenager a half-smile. "You look like a wet rat. A really fucking muscular wet rat."

Austin rolls his eyes, and gives the front of his shirt a little pull, unsticking it from his chest for a minute, almost self-consciously. He walks over and picks up the old football. "You act like you've suddenly just discovered this." He tosses the football to Jake, and even the short gentle toss has a perfect spiral when thrown by the quarterback. "What happened this time?"

Jake reaches to snatch the ball out of the air. He's a decent athlete but lacks Austin's easy grace. He looks like he's working at it. And he is. He stares at the pigskin for a long moment, then shakes his head. "Henderson and his goon friends threw my bike in the dumpster. Right before the cafeteria cans were emptied, of course. I got to spend half an hour wading through spaghetti trying to lift it out." He nods his head down the street. "Go long."

Austin shakes his head, "Fuck him. You need to just beat the shit out of him." He shrugs, "I can't believe they mess with you. They're afraid of me." He begins to jog into the rain. "I'm not a receiver, you know," he calls as he runs out into the street.

"I'm not a quarterback," Jake returns with a smirk, cocking his arm back and letting the ball fly. It's not a bad pass, though it doesn't have much spiral to it and it is under-thrown a bit. He watches it with grim satisfaction as rainwater trickles down his forehead, his lashes blinking it away. "It's like bad guy code. You beat the other bad guys down to make sure you're known as the baddest bad boy. And he's got a posse. He knows no one has my back."

Austin has to stop his job away, and run back toward Jake a few steps to make the catch. He smiles, wiping the water off his face, "Your dad's rep doesn't help you? It's kind of funny. You're the one they SHOULD be afraid of. Not me." He throws the ball back, clearly the perfect throw of a quarterback. Jake hardly has to do anything more that extend his hands to make the catch. "The bike okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. A little scratched. Thank God for the rain," Jake murmurs, looking up to the sky and pulling the football close to his chest. "I barely had any spaghetti to wash off by the time I got home." He pauses and regards the football before tossing it back and asking a rare question. "How was your day?"

Austin makes his way back to Jake's driveway. "Met the new foreign exchange kid. From France, I think. Spoke French, anyway." He shrugs, "Seemed cool, but he was with fuckin' Kelly Black." He rolls his eyes once more, "Now that kid's a douche." Shaking his head, he speaks in a high pitched voice, mocking Kelly, "My mom was on TV. Blah blah blah."

Jake chuckles at the imitation of Kelly, another kid he's known for some time. There is a brief pause in the rain, and he looks up at the iron grey sky as if disappointed in the let-up. "I hope this year isn't lame. It's like I'm already tired of school, but I don't get to enjoy being a senior for another year." His gaze drifts back to the quarterback. "You could probably scare the shit out of Kelly if you wanted to."

Austin shrugs, "Probably. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head. "You earned your reputation. I was just a fuck up." He smirks, "I don't want to be feared. I want to be gone." He pushes his hair up off his forehead, glancing up at the clouds a moment as well.

"Earned?" Jake stares at Austin for a long moment, then shakes his head, water falling in little droplets from the movement. "Whatever, man." His shoulders roll. "Least you can do is own it. Beats running from it. Trust me." He looks like he might say more, but in the end he only shakes his head again and starts heading for the porch. "Go dry off, rat."

Austin furrows his brow, "What?" He holds his arms out a bit to his side. "Dude? What the hell?" he picks the football up off the ground, tossing it up onto the porch so it doesn't stay wet.

The ball lands and rolls to nestle in the lee of the wall by the door, even as Jake passes through it. "Later, gator," he calls, even as the screen door slams shut behind him. A moment later, the larger, heavier door closes too, though not so violently, isolating Austin out in the cold autumn rain. As if on cue, it starts to fall with renewed vigor.

Austin shakes his head, and heads back over to his own house.

}}

Log:Rain on Mais Drive

2013-11-03T07:40:01Z

Jake:

{{ Log
| cast =[[image:austin-icon.jpg|100px|link=Austin|Austin Mitchel]] [[image:jake-icon.jpg|100px|link=Jake|Jake Merritt]]
| summary = Austin and Jake play some football in the rain and catch up on their shitty day.
| location = '''Mais Drive Residential'''

'''Forecast''': Autumn. Rain. 58.4F 14C

The residential area of Lantern Hill is one of less than noble standing. Old houses with peeling paint sit along the street, yards, for the most part, brown more than as though the oppression of the area was too much even for them. In several yards there are dogs tied to trees that bark loudly at passing strangers when they can get up the energy to do so.

* Some houses are abandoned or fallen to disrepair.
* Every other house has at least one old beat up car backed in the driveway.

| gamedate = 2012.09.02
| soundtrack =
| plot =
| log =It's a miserable autumn day, which seems to suit Jake just fine. He's out in the front yard, if it can be called that, standing in the cold rain. He's put an old, bare tire against the trunk of one of the yard's dead trees and is busy throwing a battered football at it. He's not very good. But it seems that accuracy is not really the point. He's chucking the ball as hard as he can and the impact it makes as it hits the trunk or the tire brings a tight smile of satisfaction to his face. His hair is plastered against his forehead and his t-shirt sticks to his body. And still he throws, grunting now with the effort, little growls of frustration.

Austin's old dirt bike roars up the street, pulling quickly into the driveway. Turning it off, Austin gets off the bike, propping it up on the stand, and then begins to head for the house. He's soaked, his own clothes sticking to his muscular but short frame. He notices his neighbor with the football, and he heads that direction. Looking at the trunk as the football bounces off it, he says, "I think it's dead, Merritt."

"Not dead /enough/," Jake practically belts out the last word as he throws with all his might, the ball smacking wetly against the side of the tire and then bouncing out toward the street. He watches it roll dispassionately. "People suck." Just in case Austin was wondering. Still, Jake does manage to give the other teenager a half-smile. "You look like a wet rat. A really fucking muscular wet rat."

Austin rolls his eyes, and gives the front of his shirt a little pull, unsticking it from his chest for a minute, almost self-consciously. He walks over and picks up the old football. "You act like you've suddenly just discovered this." He tosses the football to Jake, and even the short gentle toss has a perfect spiral when thrown by the quarterback. "What happened this time?"

Jake reaches to snatch the ball out of the air. He's a decent athlete but lacks Austin's easy grace. He looks like he's working at it. And he is. He stares at the pigskin for a long moment, then shake his head. "Henderson and his goon friends threw my bike in the dumpster. Right before the cafeteria cans were emptied, of course. I got to spend half an hour wading through spaghetti trying to lift it out." He nods his head down the street. "Go long."

Austin shakes his head, "Fuck him. You need to just beat the shit out of him." He shrugs, "I can't believe they mess with you. They're afraid of me." He begins to jog into the rain. "I'm not a receiver, you know," he calls as he runs out into the street.

"I'm not a quarterback," Jake returns with a smirk, cocking his arm back and letting the ball fly. It's not a bad pass, though it doesn't have much spiral to it and it is underthrown a bit. He watches it with grim satisfaction as rainwater trickles down his forehead, his lashes blinking it away. "It's like bad guy code. You beat the other bad guys down to make sure you're known as the baddest bad boy. And he's got a posse. He knows no one has my back."

Austin has to stop his job away, and run back toward Jake a few steps to make the catch. He smiles, wiping the water off his face, "Your dad's rep doesn't help you? It'd kind of funny. You're the one they SHOULD be afraid of. Not me." He throws the ball back, clearly the perfect throw of a quarterback. Jake hardly has to do anything more that extend his hands to make the catch. "The bike okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. A little scratched. Thank God for the rain," Jake murmurs, looking up to the sky and pulling the football close to his chest. "I barely had any spaghetti to wash off by the time I got home." He pauses and regards the football before tossing it back and asking a rare question. "How was your day?"

Austin makes his way back to Jake's driveway. "Met the new foreign exchange kid. From France, I think. Spoke French, anyway." He shrugs, "Seemed cool, but he was with fuckin' Kelly Black." He rolls his eyes once more, "Now that kid's a douche." Shaking his head, he speaks in a high pitched voice, mocking Kelly, "My mom was on TV. Blah blah blah."

Jake chuckles at the imitation of Kelly, another kid he's known for some time. There is a brief pause in the rain, and he looks up at the iron grey sky as if disappointed in the let-up. "I hope this year isn't lame. It's like I'm already tired of school, but I don't get to enjoy being a senior for another year." His gaze drifts back to the quarterback. "You could probably scare the shit out of Kelly if you wanted to."

Austin shrugs, "Probably. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head. "You earned your reputation. I was just a fuck up." He smirks, "I don't want to be feared. I want to be gone." He pushes his hair up off his forehead, glancing up at the clouds a moment as well.

"Earned?" Jake stares at Austin for a long moment, then shakes his head, water falling in little droplets from the movement. "Whatever man." His shoulders roll. "Least you can do is own it. Beats running from it. Trust me." He looks like he might say more, but in the end he only shakes his head again and starts heading for the porch. "Go dry off, rat."

Austin furrows his brow, "What?" He holds his arms out a bit to his side. "Dude? What the hell?" he picks the football up off the ground, tossing it up onto the porch so it doesn't stay wet.

The ball lands and rolls to nestle in the lee of the wall by the door, even as Jake passes through it. "Later, gator," he calls, even as the screen door slams shut behind him. A moment later, the larger, heavier door closes too, though not so violently, isolating Austin out in the cold autumn rain. As if on cue, it starts to fall with renewed vigor.

Austin shakes his head, and heads back over to his own house.

}}

Jake/Infobox

2013-11-03T07:18:13Z

Jake:

{| align="center"
|-
| colspan="2" | [[Image:jake3.jpg|center|275px]]
|-
| colspan="2" | <hr />
|-
| '''Nickname:'''
| Jake
|-
| '''Birthday:'''
| May 13, 1996
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 17
|-
| '''Hometown:'''
| Lantern Hill, California
|-
| '''Grade:'''
| Junior
|-
| '''Status:'''
| Single
|-
|}

Log:Rain on Mais Drive

2013-11-03T07:16:06Z

Jake:

{{ Log
| cast =[[image:austin-icon.jpg|100px|link=Austin|Austin Mitchel]] [[image:jake-icon.jpg|100px|link=Jake|Jake Merritt]]
| summary = Austin and Jake play some football in the rain and catch up on their shitty day.
| location = '''Mais Drive Residential'''

'''Forecast''': Autumn. Rain. 58.4F 14C

The residential area of Lantern Hill is one of less than noble standing. Old houses with peeling paint sit along the street, yards, for the most part, brown more than as though the oppression of the area was too much even for them. In several yards there are dogs tied to trees that bark loudly at passing strangers when they can get up the energy to do so.

* Some houses are abandoned or fallen to disrepair.
* Every other house has at least one old beat up car backed in the driveway.

| gamedate = 2012.09.02
| soundtrack =
| plot =
| log =It's a miserable autumn day, which seems to suit Jake just fine. He's out in the front yard, if it can be called that, standing in the cold rain. He's put a old, bare tire against the trunk of one of the yard's dead trees and is busy throwing a battered football at it. He's not very good. But it seems that accuracy is not really the point. He's chucking the ball as hard as he can and the impact it makes as it hits the trunk or the tire brings a tight smile of satisfaction to his face. His hair is plastered against his forehead and his t-shirt sticks to his body. And still he throws, grunting now with the effort, little growls of frustration.

Austin's old dirt bike roars up the street, pulling quickly into the driveway. Turning it off, Austin gets off the bike, propping it up on the stand, and then begins to head for the house. He's soaked, his own clothes sticking to his muscular but short frame. He notices his neighbor with the football, and he heads that direction. Looking at the trunk as the football bounces off it, he says, "I think it's dead, Merritt."

"Not dead /enough/," Jake practically belts out the last word as he throws with all his might, the ball smacking wetly against the side of the tire and then bouncing out toward the street. He watches it roll dispassionately. "People suck." Just in case Austin was wondering. Still, Jake does manage to give the other teenager a half-smile. "You look like a wet rat. A really fucking muscular wet rat."

Austin rolls his eyes, and gives the front of his shirt a little pull, unsticking it from his chest for a minute, almost self-consciously. He walks over and picks up the old football. "You act like you've suddenly just discovered this." He tosses the football to Jake, and even the short gentle toss has a perfect spiral when thrown by the quarterback. "What happened this time?"

Jake reaches to snatch the ball out of the air. He's a decent athlete but lacks Austin's easy grace. He looks like he's working at it. And he is. He stares at the pigskin for a long moment, then shake his head. "Henderson and his goon friends threw my bike in the dumpster. Right before the cafeteria cans were emptied, of course. I got to spend half an hour wading through spaghetti trying to lift it out." He nods his head down the street. "Go long."

Austin shakes his head, "Fuck him. You need to just beat the shit out of him." He shrugs, "I can't believe they mess with you. They're afraid of me." He begins to jog into the rain. "I'm not a receiver, you know," he calls as he runs out into the street.

"I'm not a quarterback," Jake returns with a smirk, cocking his arm back and letting the ball fly. It's not a bad pass, though it doesn't have much spiral to it and it is underthrown a bit. He watches it with grim satisfaction as rainwater trickles down his forehead, his lashes blinking it away. "It's like bad guy code. You beat the other bad guys down to make sure you're known as the baddest bad boy. And he's got a posse. He knows no one has my back."

Austin has to stop his job away, and run back toward Jake a few steps to make the catch. He smiles, wiping the water off his face, "Your dad's rep doesn't help you? It'd kind of funny. You're the one they SHOULD be afraid of. Not me." He throws the ball back, clearly the perfect throw of a quarterback. Jake hardly has to do anything more that extend his hands to make the catch. "The bike okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. A little scratched. Thank God for the rain," Jake murmurs, looking up to the sky and pulling the football close to his chest. "I barely had any spaghetti to wash off by the time I got home." He pauses and regards the football before tossing it back and asking a rare question. "How was your day?"

Austin makes his way back to Jake's driveway. "Met the new foreign exchange kid. From France, I think. Spoke French, anyway." He shrugs, "Seemed cool, but he was with fuckin' Kelly Black." He rolls his eyes once more, "Now that kid's a douche." Shaking his head, he speaks in a high pitched voice, mocking Kelly, "My mom was on TV. Blah blah blah."

Jake chuckles at the imitation of Kelly, another kid he's known for some time. There is a brief pause in the rain, and he looks up at the iron grey sky as if disappointed in the let-up. "I hope this year isn't lame. It's like I'm already tired of school, but I don't get to enjoy being a senior for another year." His gaze drifts back to the quarterback. "You could probably scare the shit out of Kelly if you wanted to."

Austin shrugs, "Probably. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head. "You earned your reputation. I was just a fuck up." He smirks, "I don't want to be feared. I want to be gone." He pushes his hair up off his forehead, glancing up at the clouds a moment as well.

"Earned?" Jake stares at Austin for a long moment, then shakes his head, water falling in little droplets from the movement. "Whatever man." His shoulders roll. "Least you can do is own it. Beats running from it. Trust me." He looks like he might say more, but in the end he only shakes his head again and starts heading for the porch. "Go dry off, rat."

Austin furrows his brow, "What?" He holds his arms out a bit to his side. "Dude? What the hell?" he picks the football up off the ground, tossing it up onto the porch so it doesn't stay wet.

The ball lands and rolls to nestle in the lee of the wall by the door, even as Jake passes through it. "Later, gator," he calls, even as the screen door slams shut behind him. A moment later, the larger, heavier door closes too, though not so violently, isolating Austin out in the cold autumn rain. As if on cue, it starts to fall with renewed vigor.

Austin shakes his head, and heads back over to his own house.

}}

Log:Rain on Mais Drive

2013-11-03T07:15:51Z

Jake: Jake moved page Rain on Mais Drive to Log:Rain on Mais Drive

Rain on Mais Drive

2013-11-03T07:15:51Z

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Log:Rain on Mais Drive

2013-11-03T07:15:27Z

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Game Logs

2013-11-03T07:07:16Z

Jake:

Below are the games logs. Please be sure to properly complete each entry, as staff go to great lengths to keep everything neat and organized!!! If you would like to see a complete list of all Logs at once you can find them.

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== Season 1: Pilot ==
{| border="1"
|-
! IC Date
! Name
! Description
! Cast
! Location
|-
| August 27
| [[log:New Neighbors|New Neighbors]]
| Ellis meets the new neighbor boy.
| [[Donovan]] & [[Ellis]]
| Faircrest Court
|-
| August 27
| [[log:New Guys Ice Tea and Kelly Too |New Guys, Ice Tea & Kelly Too]]
| A quick conversation between three locals. (Very short)
| [[Donovan]], [[Kelly]] & [[Krysten]]
| New Leif Deli
|-
| August 28
| [[log:Coffee and Art|Coffee and Art]]
| A group of teens hang out at the coffee shop and talk.
| [[Donovan]], [[Ellis]], [[Kelly]] & [[Krysten]]
| Copper Top Coffee House
|-
| September 1
| [[log:Coffee With A Side of Extortion|Coffee With A Side of Extortion]]
| Friends catch a cup of coffee on a rainy day, and the devil comes to visit.
| [[Donovan]], [[Kelly]] & [[Isabelle]]
| South Beach Boardwalk (outside Copper Top Coffee House)
|-
| September 2
| [[log:Rain on Mais Drive|Rain on Mais Drive]]
| Neighboring pariahs test their acquaintance on a rainy afternoon.
| [[Austin]], [[Jake]]
| Mais Drive Residential
|-
|}
<br>

Log:Rain on Mais Drive

2013-11-03T03:59:53Z

Jake: Created page with "{{ Log | cast =Austin Mitchel Jake Merritt | summary = Austin and Jake play some football i..."

{{ Log
| cast =[[image:austin-icon.jpg|100px|link=Austin|Austin Mitchel]] [[image:jake-icon.jpg|100px|link=Jake|Jake Merritt]]
| summary = Austin and Jake play some football in the rain and catch up on their shitty day.
| location = '''Mais Drive Residential'''

'''Forecast''': Autumn. Rain. 58.4F 14C

The residential area of Lantern Hill is one of less than noble standing. Old houses with peeling paint sit along the street, yards, for the most part, brown more than as though the oppression of the area was too much even for them. In several yards there are dogs tied to trees that bark loudly at passing strangers when they can get up the energy to do so.

* Some houses are abandoned or fallen to disrepair.
* Every other house has at least one old beat up car backed in the driveway.

| gamedate = 2012.09.02
| soundtrack =
| plot =
| log =It's a miserable autumn day, which seems to suit Jake just fine. He's out in the front yard, if it can be called that, standing in the cold rain. He's put a old, bare tire against the trunk of one of the yard's dead trees and is busy throwing a battered football at it. He's not very good. But it seems that accuracy is not really the point. He's chucking the ball as hard as he can and the impact it makes as it hits the trunk or the tire brings a tight smile of satisfaction to his face. His hair is plastered against his forehead and his t-shirt sticks to his body. And still he throws, grunting now with the effort, little growls of frustration.

Austin's old dirt bike roars up the street, pulling quickly into the driveway. Turning it off, Austin gets off the bike, propping it up on the stand, and then begins to head for the house. He's soaked, his own clothes sticking to his muscular but short frame. He notices his neighbor with the football, and he heads that direction. Looking at the trunk as the football bounces off it, he says, "I think it's dead, Merritt."

"Not dead /enough/," Jake practically belts out the last word as he throws with all his might, the ball smacking wetly against the side of the tire and then bouncing out toward the street. He watches it roll dispassionately. "People suck." Just in case Austin was wondering. Still, Jake does manage to give the other teenager a half-smile. "You look like a wet rat. A really fucking muscular wet rat."

Austin rolls his eyes, and gives the front of his shirt a little pull, unsticking it from his chest for a minute, almost self-consciously. He walks over and picks up the old football. "You act like you've suddenly just discovered this." He tosses the football to Jake, and even the short gentle toss has a perfect spiral when thrown by the quarterback. "What happened this time?"

Jake reaches to snatch the ball out of the air. He's a decent athlete but lacks Austin's easy grace. He looks like he's working at it. And he is. He stares at the pigskin for a long moment, then shake his head. "Henderson and his goon friends threw my bike in the dumpster. Right before the cafeteria cans were emptied, of course. I got to spend half an hour wading through spaghetti trying to lift it out." He nods his head down the street. "Go long."

Austin shakes his head, "Fuck him. You need to just beat the shit out of him." He shrugs, "I can't believe they mess with you. They're afraid of me." He begins to jog into the rain. "I'm not a receiver, you know," he calls as he runs out into the street.

"I'm not a quarterback," Jake returns with a smirk, cocking his arm back and letting the ball fly. It's not a bad pass, though it doesn't have much spiral to it and it is underthrown a bit. He watches it with grim satisfaction as rainwater trickles down his forehead, his lashes blinking it away. "It's like bad guy code. You beat the other bad guys down to make sure you're known as the baddest bad boy. And he's got a posse. He knows no one has my back."

Austin has to stop his job away, and run back toward Jake a few steps to make the catch. He smiles, wiping the water off his face, "Your dad's rep doesn't help you? It'd kind of funny. You're the one they SHOULD be afraid of. Not me." He throws the ball back, clearly the perfect throw of a quarterback. Jake hardly has to do anything more that extend his hands to make the catch. "The bike okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. A little scratched. Thank God for the rain," Jake murmurs, looking up to the sky and pulling the football close to his chest. "I barely had any spaghetti to wash off by the time I got home." He pauses and regards the football before tossing it back and asking a rare question. "How was your day?"

Austin makes his way back to Jake's driveway. "Met the new foreign exchange kid. From France, I think. Spoke French, anyway." He shrugs, "Seemed cool, but he was with fuckin' Kelly Black." He rolls his eyes once more, "Now that kid's a douche." Shaking his head, he speaks in a high pitched voice, mocking Kelly, "My mom was on TV. Blah blah blah."

Jake chuckles at the imitation of Kelly, another kid he's known for some time. There is a brief pause in the rain, and he looks up at the iron grey sky as if disappointed in the let-up. "I hope this year isn't lame. It's like I'm already tired of school, but I don't get to enjoy being a senior for another year." His gaze drifts back to the quarterback. "You could probably scare the shit out of Kelly if you wanted to."

Austin shrugs, "Probably. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head. "You earned your reputation. I was just a fuck up." He smirks, "I don't want to be feared. I want to be gone." He pushes his hair up off his forehead, glancing up at the clouds a moment as well.

"Earned?" Jake stares at Austin for a long moment, then shakes his head, water falling in little droplets from the movement. "Whatever man." His shoulders roll. "Least you can do is own it. Beats running from it. Trust me." He looks like he might say more, but in the end he only shakes his head again and starts heading for the porch. "Go dry off, rat."

Austin furrows his brow, "What?" He holds his arms out a bit to his side. "Dude? What the hell?" he picks the football up off the ground, tossing it up onto the porch so it doesn't stay wet.

The ball lands and rolls to nestle in the lee of the wall by the door, even as Jake passes through it. "Later, gator," he calls, even as the screen door slams shut behind him. A moment later, the larger, heavier door closes too, though not so violently, isolating Austin out in the cold autumn rain. As if on cue, it starts to fall with renewed vigor.

Austin shakes his head, and heads back over to his own house.

}}

Jake/Infobox

2013-11-03T03:19:10Z

Jake:

{| align="center"
|-
| colspan="2" | [[Image:jake3.jpg|center|275px]]
|-
| colspan="2" | <hr />
|-
| '''Nickname:'''
| Jake
|-
| '''Birthday:'''
| May 13, 1995
|-
| '''Age:'''
| 17
|-
| '''Hometown:'''
| Lantern Hill, California
|-
| '''Grade:'''
| Junior
|-
| '''Status:'''
| Single
|-
|}

Jake/Allies

2013-11-03T03:12:04Z

Jake:

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Austin|Austin Mitchel]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Kelly|Kelly Black]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Coming Soon]]</center>
|-
| [[Image:austin-icon.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''The Murderer Next Door'''<br>Probably the closest thing Jake has to a friend. Not that either of them would call the other that.
| [[Image:kelly-icon.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" |'''Coming Soon!'''<br>Coming Soon!
| [[Image:girl-icon.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''Coming Soon!'''<br>Coming Soon!
|-
|}

Jake/Allies

2013-11-03T03:08:47Z

Jake: Created page with "{| align="center" |- ! colspan="2" | <Center>Austin Mitchell</center> ! colspan="2" | <Center>Kelly Black</center> ! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Coming Soon]..."

{| align="center"
|-
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Austin|Austin Mitchell]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Kelly|Kelly Black]]</center>
! colspan="2" | <Center>[[Coming Soon]]</center>
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| [[Image:austin-icon.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''The Murderer Next Door'''<br>Probably the closest thing Jake has to a friend. Not that either of them would call the other that.
| [[Image:kelly-icon.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" |'''Coming Soon!'''<br>Coming Soon!
| [[Image:girl-icon.jpg|100px]]
| width="250" | '''Coming Soon!'''<br>Coming Soon!
|-
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Jake/rep

2013-11-03T02:24:35Z

Jake:

: <li> '''Public''': The Merritt Family is bad news. Always has been, always will be. Jackson Merrit, Jake's father, is in prison for running a meth lab, and rumor has it that his mother is a user and spends most of the time sky-high. It's well known that Jake spent time in juvy after a bust for selling his dad's drugs, but there are other rumors as well, everything from robbery to kidnapping. He works at a local gas station part time, servicing cars, a job that keeps him dirty quite a bit and only enhances his bad rep.

: <li> '''School''': Pariah. Everyone knows Jake Merritt is bad news. For the 'good kids', socialites, jocks and nerds, it means he is to be avoided at all costs. Bad reputation is like a communicable disease, yo. For troublemakers its a mixed bag; he is sought out for nefarious connections by some, and persecuted by others. After all, if you can beat down the other bad boys it means you're the baddest, right? For all of his bad reputation, however, he's a decent student and does pretty well, especially at math. He might even have been an athlete if he had the time or inclination for school sports.

: <li> '''Street''': Jake used to run drugs for his dad and was a good source of meth up until the time his old man got arrested. He's also been known to be involved in other crime: breaking and entering, pickpocketing, larceny. He was busted for running drugs several years ago and spent time in juvenile detention. He hasn't been seen much on the street since his dad was incarcerated and rumor has it that he is laying low for the time being. There are also rumors that his dad is still very much connected to the criminal underworld from prison.

Jake/schedule

2013-11-03T01:47:21Z

Jake: Created page with "'''Period 1''': Geometry '''Period 2''': American Literature '''Period 3''': Adventure Education '''Period 4''': Health & Physical Education '''Period 5''': Geography & Wo..."

'''Period 1''': Geometry

'''Period 2''': American Literature

'''Period 3''': Adventure Education

'''Period 4''': Health & Physical Education

'''Period 5''': Geography & World Cultures

'''Period 6''': Foreign Language III (Spanish)

'''Period 7''': Auto Mechanics

'''Period 8''': Biology

Jake/quirks

2013-11-03T01:33:05Z

Jake: Created page with ": <li> Resources: 2 : <li> Bad Reputation : <li> Street Ties : <li> Criminal Record : <li> Dark Secret : <li> Parent: Underworld Ties : <li> Vehicle Owner: 1975 Honda CB..."

: <li> Resources: 2

: <li> Bad Reputation

: <li> Street Ties

: <li> Criminal Record

: <li> Dark Secret

: <li> Parent: Underworld Ties

: <li> Vehicle Owner: 1975 Honda CB750

: <li> Part-Time Job: Shell Gas Station

Jake/rep

2013-11-03T01:26:20Z

Jake: Created page with ": <li> '''Public''': The Merritt Family is bad news. Always has been, always will be. Jackson Merrit, Jake's father is in prison from running a meth lab, and rumor has it that..."

: <li> '''Public''': The Merritt Family is bad news. Always has been, always will be. Jackson Merrit, Jake's father is in prison from running a meth lab, and rumor has it that his mother is a user and spends most of the time sky high. It's well known that Jake spent time in juvy after a bust for selling his dad's drugs, but there are other rumors as well, everything from robbery to kidnapping. He works at a local gas station part time, servicing cars, a job that keeps him dirty quite a bit and only enhances his bad rep.

: <li> '''School''': Pariah. Everyone knows Jake Merritt is bad news. For the 'good kids', socialites, jocks and nerds, it means he is to be avoided at all costs. Bad reputation is like a communicable disease, yo. For troublemakers its a mixed bag; he is sought out for nefarious connections by some, and persecuted by others. After all, if you can beat down the other bad boys it means you're the baddest, right? For all of his bad reputation, however, he's a decent student and does pretty well, especially at math. He might even have been an athlete if he had the time or inclination for school sports.

: <li> '''Street''': Jake used to run drugs for his dad and was a good source of meth up until the time his old man got arrested. He's also been known to be involved in other crime: breaking and entering, pickpocketing, larceny. He was busted for running drugs several years ago and spent time in juvenile detention. He hasn't been seen much on the street since his dad was incarcerated and rumor has it that he is laying low for the time being. There are also rumors that his dad is still very much connected to the criminal underworld from prison.

Jake/Introduction

2013-11-03T01:22:30Z

Jake: Created page with "Jake is very guarded. It's not that he can't be friendly or even playful; its just that it only goes so far before acquaintances find themselves hitting a wall. And he isn't a..."

Jake is very guarded. It's not that he can't be friendly or even playful; its just that it only goes so far before acquaintances find themselves hitting a wall. And he isn't afraid to push people away if he feels they are getting too close. He is ashamed of his family's criminal past, but stubbornly proud that he's not a member of one of the rich and institutional families of Lantern Hill. This pride manifests itself in a strong aversion to authority and rules, but also a certain dignity of carriage. He has a stubborn streak a mile long.

File:Jake3.jpg

2013-11-03T01:20:40Z

Jake:

Jake

2013-11-03T01:19:51Z

Jake:

[[Category:PC]][[Category:Class of 2015]]
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Jake/Infobox

2013-11-03T01:19:26Z

Jake: Created page with "{| align="center" |- | colspan="2" | 275px |- | colspan="2" | <hr /> |- | '''Nickname:''' | Jake |- | '''Birthday:''' | May 13, 1995 |- | '''Age:''..."

Jake

2013-11-03T01:12:20Z

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