Snippet #2127905

The door swung open and Jackson met Kina. She was obviously not American like Jackson. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. She wasn't orange like the fakes you see on TV. He delighted at the difference. Kirkcroft was world famous for it's melting pot mentality, and Jackson was no different. "Different races have different styles, different methods of fighting, perhaps she knows a little", he thought to himself. But as he looked at her, with her bright little smile and her newspaper plopped on the bed, dropped as if in a hurry to meet him; "Most probably not," he sighed mentally. "Hi. Can i help you?" she asked. Jackson held out his left hand, offering it to her to shake, keeping his right hand in his pocket, it usually scared people he was just meeting for the first time. Jackson smiled and hammed it up. He was trying something new with this proper greeting, normally he didn't care what people thought of him, but he had a sense that she might be good to be acquainted with. He didn't like her or anything, he just figured that beating her face in was a poor way to make friends. Formalities and all that. Usually he needed no friends, but in Kirkcroft you never knew. One day you might be the strongest, the next you're lower than the smallest insect. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Jackson, I just moved in next door. I just figured that I'd drop over, say hi, and meet my new neighbor." He smiled when he said it. It probably looked just fine, but the smile felt forced. "Being nice is hard,' he thought, "but then again you haven't had a friend since before... that day. It's been a long time, slow and steady Jackson. Slow and steady."