Thread: Misquamicut State Beach

Name Jackson Pierce Nickname Jax Attire Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakersClassic high tops. Weapons None to the untrained eye Location Misquamicut State Beach Tagging OPEN Sweat beaded up on his forehead before bleeding through the black hood that covered his head as the sound of the chopper's blades whirling around along with the chatter of the soldiers could be heard around him. He had really gotten himself into some shit this time and he knew that shortly he would be partaking in the most intense work out he had ever experience in his life. Jackson Pierce was by no means a physically fit person and he was depending solely on his mental strength to get him through his next task. The thought of being reunited with his whole family once he pushed past this hurdle strong in his mind. As he sat among the officers escorting him, the young man made sure to listen to each and every snarky remark made, every insult directed towards him. Jackson allowed it to get to him but not because he cared what they thought, he needed the motivation and extra drive to prove them all wrong. The kid's fish food....wonder what the big bad Don of Prov is gonna think when they discover his baby boy's dismembered remains on the shore of that shithole ,one of the officers stated before he and his fellow officers started laughing. A few moments after the remark was made, the hood covering Jackson's face was ripped from his head forcefully, ripping a bit of his hair out as it was. The young man grit his teeth as he looked to the officer in front of him that had the hood clutched in his left hand and an overly proud look on his face as he looked back at Jackson. Good job bruh, really. I mean you caught me....all 150 unarmed and nonviolent pounds of me....you're a real soldier boy aren't ya? ,Jackson stated in a tone completely avoid of any emotion causing the officer before him to growl lowly before motioning the two officers at his sides to uncuff the young man. Don't blink they won't even miss you at all.... ,the young man then began as his feet were freed from the shackles that bound them causing the guard unlocking the cuffs to look at him with confusion then shake his head to brush it off before getting back to work. and don't think that I'll always be gone.... ,Jackson continued as his hands were then released and he was brought to his feet. A smirk came across his face before he turned and looked to the man in charge of this little drop off, You know I've got you like a puppet in the palm of my hand.... ,he continued before laughing softly just as the chopper went to turn around. Once the chopper was turned and Jackson knew for sure which way the shoreline of Misquamicut beach was he slipped his small frame from the clutches of the officers holding him before they could think to react and made his way straight for the exit. Don't you let me down ,he shouted over the ambiance of the vehicle itself before diving towards the water hands pressed flat together out in front of him as he took that last deep breath before breaking through the water's surface and diving downwards and underneath the water. The initial impact did a number on his arms but it wasn't nearly as bad as it would be if he belly flopped or landed on his back. Once the initial shock and tension started to fade, Jackson began swimming his way towards shore, keeping underneath the water for a few moments to get a good start before popping up for air and continuing on his path towards the shore. It was pure hell on his small body and the current threatened to carry him off to sea if he slipped up in anyway and allowed it too. By the time he neared the shore, Jackson was exhausted, cold, and barely able to breath. He crawled up towards the beach, shedding the drenched hoodie from his body slowly to remove the unneeded extra weight from his body that was struggling to carry itself. Fuck.... ,he breathed out through gasps for air as he looked around, taking in his surrounding. After a few moments it finally registered and the young man laughed softly before standing on his knees. I made it ,Jackson stated, mainly to himself before looking around again. Jackson pulled himself to his feet after a few moments and slowly began making his way up the beach, keeping an eye and ear out for the things around him. Sure the area wasn't as bad as the one he intended to venture into to find his family but he wasn't looking for any kind of fight nor did he care to engage in one. Of course, the young man would defend himself if necessary but only if necessary. His main goal now however, was to find Summer so the two can head to Providence County and inform their father of what happened.