Just a little unstable
Jack sat in a chair in his work study, fingers idly tapping on the arm rest as his eyes glance around his mechanisms. He bites his lip and grips the arm rest's edge.
It had been a while since he went out to any xiaolin/heylin wu gatherings. In fact, a few weeks ago he had disabled his wu detector. It lay in pieces in a drawer near him.
Jack resisted the urge to fix it and get back into the game.
It wasn't real.
Jack took in a breath and with much effort needed, left his basement that was in shambles. He trudged up the stairs, hesitating every step and then to just stay there for a moment longer. He reached the door and exited the room, closing the heavy metal door behind him.
He had given away whatever other wu he had. The others were confused, and even thought it was a trick on his childish behalf to show them up.
"It's not real, Jack..."
He started walking away from his lab, feet skidding across the marble finish of his floor.
"Just like the doctor said... It's not real. Just like Meagan said, it's not real..." He repeated softly to himself, his hand idly sliding across the wall he walked next to.
Jack kept his half-lidded eyes down on the floor, memory after memory played through his thoughts.
After a moment of walking he stopped and leaned on the wall for support in the empty, cold, and lifeless hallway. He brought his left arm up to see the hand-made wristwatch on his wrist and sighed.
5:43 read the watch.
Jack slid down the wall, hugging his knees to his chest once he was sitting. "I should go..." He told himself as he slowly slid back up the wall and headed to his room.
Once there he made a quick change of his clothes to proper, almost normal, attire. Black skinnies, band tee, jacket, spiked collar and gothic makeup, and combat boots for his finished gothic look. He had packed up his old torn-up trench coat almost right after dismembering his wu detector. It lay in a box in his closet, along with his old yellow swirly goggles and heli-pack.
Jack had almost dismembered everything that was from the heylin/xiaolin conflict. He didn't want to leave any memories. With no more Jack-bots, wu, or any invention that had ever been used for the wu scrapped or hidden, he thought he could lead a normal life.
Or as normal as his life would get after leaving everything behind.
"It isn't real..." Jack repeated his mantra as he walked out of his house and got into a taxi he called prior to leaving his lab. "Morton Thyson Psychiatry, please." He told the driver softly, buckling in before the driver took off.
Hello there, people~. How are you? How does this sound for a beginning? Tell me catches think~, please? & I should really work on more updating...lawl.