Current mood:	tired
Entry tags:	nanowrimo attempt

If it's twitching, it's not dead!
Again? D: Oh hoes. I'm not as good as forcing myself as I use to be. Too many years of laziness and exhaustion I think.

working title: I Hope There's Cake
word count: 2,591
In which: Story at the moment seems a little boring but trust me for a moment, things need to get said.
Mid is: once again slacking off to do this, WHERE IS MY BOSS? Oh, a day off? WTF.

Now, there's a lot of things I could say about Jack cause I can. See, I'm the author, I actually know all the things that he doesn't know (and just for the sake of clarity, other then the obvious and tying his boots and driving his car, Jack doesn't know very much anymore), so don't be surprised that some slip through while I'm hacking this out. I know that by the end of this story you'll know things that Jack doesn't know. Trust me, it'll be fun. He'll be learning, you'll learn more. Just a blast.

Where did I start? Oh right.

There is a lot of things I could say about Jack. He did, at one time, have a family. Not a big family (just a mother, father and a younger sibling), or a massively loving one, but most will argue that any family is better then no family at all. His mother was the Irish one and spoke with a accent that told of many years of speaking only Gaelic. His father was a Newfoundlander who would find himself in odd places which was probably how he met Jack's mother in the first place. Jack's younger sibling at this moment in time is dead, and that's important, but for the sake of not spilling all the beans to keep you reading I won't say why right now.

It's very important that you know that the Jack I've introduced you to, the one with very little memory that we last left curled up in a shiny red car in the dead of winter, no longer has a family at all (and not just because he can't remember them). Jack is very much alone in this world, poor boy.

We're skipping ahead in the story, so when we finally get back to Jack he's more or less healed and definitely sleeping in a car he knows is his and about a weeks worth of driving away from where we started with him. He knows, or at least suspects really strongly, now that he's alone in the world (and kind of wishes the mother he made up was real). There was evidence of another person (the foot holes smaller then his feet) in the snow, not far from the deer, but that was the closest he came to finding he knew anyone. No cellphone could be found in his searches of the car.

Jack has assumed he's a loner.

Truth is, and he'll realize this soon, Jack is quite sociable. Through the events that made him our main character, he's lost contact with a lot of people. In fact, the place in which we start from is a very long way from the place from which Jack came from and very very far from anyone who would recognize Jack's face. Jack doesn't know this though, since the driver's license he finds is very very fake (though it takes him a while to figure that out) and states a home location near where he starts with us. Nice, right?

Anyway, being without memories, Jack has found himself needing to make assumptions about himself. It's only when you remember nothing that you really realize how well you are versed in all the things you. Jack can't even remember if he has food allergies, so for a long while he stays away from anything nutty just in case. Peanuts are fine for him to eat, by the way, but sugar in good amounts seems to give him pounding headaches so he learns that he likes his coffee black.

He finds a wallet with no bank cards and no credit cards (and very few other cards as well, one of the few being an expired library card) in his car. That's where he found the drivers license exactly for those who are wondering. There's cash, about $200. Not nearly enough to eat good, sleep good and get far all at the same time. Jack, thinking he probably should keep moving, decides only to get far, and eats shitty and sleeps worse.

He keeps moving though.

Now that we're completely back to Jack, here is where he is at the moment. No longer in Canada, he somehow slipped through the border with his fake driver's license and even faker birth certificate (that he found just sitting on the dash). He's put several hundred miles between the deer and himself. He's picked up a shirt and a jacket (since a search of the car turned up he was traveling really light clothes wise) at a thrift store to replace the ones that were shredded on his person. He's traveling without a clue as why he started (cause all evidence points to the fact he has been on the move for a while) just because he's obviously started and maybe if he keeps moving, something will come back to him. And right now he's sitting in a dinner drinking coffee and eating nothing and trying to figure out which road to go down now.

..to be continued later! (seriously, have stuff for this scene, but guilt is eating me alive right now)

Randomly, I have Supernatural and Pushing Daisies for this week to download. I wish I had started them this morning while I was bumming around at home. D: