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Jacob Raynor

Member Since 30 Aug 2016
Offline Last Active Sep 15 2016 01:09 AM

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In Topic: I Can Fix That

12 September 2016 - 10:08 PM

Jake was aware that his view on emotions, on life, were different than those of most people. Most people sought after happiness for the entirety of their lives, trying things new and old in order to feel that uplifting feeling. It was something that he found himself interested in watching whenever he had free moments around the B&B. It didn't take long for him to profile each of them. One of the house guests was most content when he had his pet birds chirping on his shoulder. Another, the blind one, liked to hear other people laugh and explain the world around them to get his piece. The woman, Cecilia, who cooked most of the meals in the house always seemed to smile widest when she was in the kitchen.


Then there was Corra. Jake admittedly found himself watching her the most - never going out of his way to watch her, but instead just seeming to cross paths with her more often than the others. It helped that the shed that he had turned into his living quarters was right outside of her window. He never invaded her privacy, never looked when he was sure she wouldn't have felt comfortable with him looking. There were days when she would open the window and sit next to it and those were the days that he would enjoy doing yard work the most. Sometimes they would have a small, passing conversation as he picked at the weeds and vines growing up over the side of the house. Other times, he would bring his wood working bench out between the two buildings and they would share a few words between the tedious work of sawing down and sanding some of the two by fours that he was replacing around the house. Corra was the person that always seemed happiest when she was talking to someone else and while Jake has never had the best way with words, a part of him was drawn to oblige her.  


"Life would be very unfulfilling if you weren't sad every now and then." Slowly, his view about her began to shift as he took in the sight of her red rimmed eyes, the ones that kept glancing at the tv screen. He had her pegged as an optimist - and maybe that was still true - but there was something about her that was only now becoming known to him. Maybe she felt the same loneliness that he did. Maybe she also shared the deep rooted sadness that he had already accepted and come to terms with for himself. Maybe Corra was much more complex than he had given her credit for. 


"It's a football movie -" Jake tested out the lock and few times and give the window pane a firm push to make sure it didn't rattle at any point. "- but the focus is more on the friendships."


He leaned against the wall next to the window, not yet moving onto the next task that he had given as a reason to being in her room. Jake let his eyes settle on the screen of the tv, his thoughts wondering. "Is that your favorite movie?"

In Topic: I Can Fix That

31 August 2016 - 12:14 AM

She kept surprising him. 


It took some prying but Jake was able to get the old lock off the top of the window pane. It wasn't that old and in fact just probably needed to be oiled and cleaned to work properly again, but Jake shoved it into an empty pocket on his belt along with the screws. "So, sad is a good thing?" Jake clarified as he pulled out the new lock from another one of his belt pockets - it was a shining piece of silver compared to the dull one that used to have it's place. 


He turned the lock over in his fingers a few times, leaning against the wall as he contemplated her question. Does he ever watch sad things? Jake wasn't an empathetic type of person like she was. Sure, he cared for people he knew and grew close to, that much was evident in his decision to live in a shed on his friend's property and spend his days fixing up a house that he had no claims on. Yet, would anyone go far enough to call Jake anything other than stoic and hardworking? Did he have any reason to care about what people thought of him? 


"I think - I mean anything can be sad, depending on how you look at it." Jake was well aware at how pretentious that sounded, almost like something that he had pulled out of a philosophy book and adapted to his own words. They were telling words though, a statement stuck in the grey area of the conversation. Jake was always in the grey area - the inbetween. Not really friends with anyone but not entirely a stranger. Not really talkative but not standoffish either. Something that didn't commit to the idea of something being 100% positive or negative. He was the Switzerland of people. "But to answer your question without sounding like a jerk, I haven't really watched many things." 


Jake grew quiet as he finally stopped fiddling with the lock between his fingers and started to place it onto the window pane. A moment passed as he carefully made sure the angles were right. "I cry at Remember the Titans." he finally admitted with an amused smile as he secured the lock with new screws. 

In Topic: I Can Fix That

30 August 2016 - 06:59 PM

Jake didn't even know that Corra had the ability to cry. Of course, it made sense. From what he could tell, she was emotionally driven. He always had trouble picking up on how other people were feelings but when it came to Corra, her state of being was always extremely obvious - written on her face. At this point, with all the time that he was spending around her (though he'd never admit it was for anything but house work at this point), he was getting confident in his ability to pinpoint the exact emotion that Corra was feeling at any time. 


But this one threw him for a loop. It wasn't that he had just believed that she never got sad. It was more that he never expected her to, no, he never wanted her to feel that way - whatever that meant in the grand scheme of things. 


"Your windows." He nodded towards the one across from where he stood. "The locks in this place are pretty outdated so I'm working on getting those replaced.


Jake crossed the room, mumbling an apology as he stepped in front of her T.V. and gave the old window a sturdy once over, checking for any other areas that might need further attention other than just the lock. 


"You, uh- What is it that you're watching?" he finally asked, casting a small glance over at Corra as he pulled a screwdriver out of a loop on his belt and starting the struggle of getting the rusted screws out of the old lock.