[Open] An Old Rival

[Jacob Cunningham]

"I see my eternal rival has dared to show his face again..."

Standing next to a rented moving man with back open and facing the apartment complex, Jacob stood getting sweaty and hot. In his tank top and khakis, he covered his eyes while squinting at the Sun. The Sun, a fearsome foe during the summer months and an opponent that refused to give him even a single moment's respite if he worked out-of-doors during the warm months. Every summer season while out on the farm, while Jacob worked the fields with his father, there was the Sun, scaring the water out of him.

He knew how bad it was to try and stare down the goddamn Sun, the billion-year-old ball of fire in the sky. But it was something he was compelled to do given his relationship with it. Maybe, just maybe, there will come a day that the Sun will just back off and let him work outside without having to worry about getting heat stroke or getting overcooked.

However, today was not that day and Jacob was forced to get back to moving into his new apartment while the Sun mocked him. With an exasperated breath, he turned back to his boxes and hefted two of them onto his broad shoulders.

"Fine. You win this time, Sun."

Jacob had lived in a different apartment, on the outer parts of the City, after he had graduated college. It had been his place for quite a few years while he did odd jobs and tried to establish his teaching career to, of course, help pay off his college debts. His father, the great man he was, had helped pay for most of the cost so there actually was, relatively, not all that much for him to pay off. But the way he was raised did not let him just get off that easily. Jacob promised to pay back his father, with interest, in due time. As much as his father, Issac, protested, saying it was a gift to his only son, Jacob stuck to his promise anyway.

It took a few years, but Jacob had finally got a job that he was almost certain would go a long ways to paying off his own personal debt: teacher at a local private school. The kind of private school that costs nearly as much as college. That kind of place has to pay really well. Of course, because of its location, it necessitated that Jacob move farther into the City, and that's why he was now sweating as he walked up and down the stairs with his stuff. Fortunately, working in the fields meant he was basically his own moving crew, though he would have loved some kind of help.

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Jacob Cunningham]

Fortunately for Jacob, his apartment was only on the second floor. So even though the dreaded stairs were involved in the moving process, it was far less arduous than it could have been. Those poor bastards on the floors above him. Jacob was a really nice man, generous and hard working, but if they knocked on his door asking to help move a bed to those floors above, they stood a chance of being ignored. Maybe if they were a hot young woman he would lend a hand or two because... well, the usual reasons. Hell, he might help if they were a woman his own age. There are some women who age well after all.

Dropping off the pair of loaded boxes on the floor just inside his apartment's door, he took a moment to fill his lungs with air that wasn't oven-like in temperature before heading back out to the van. As he descended the stairs to the sidewalk, he got a good look of what was left in the moving vehicle. The boxes of stuff and crap he could handle alone, but those few pieces of furniture he had would require at least one more person. Even if that person was to just provide stability while he bore most of the weight.

From on high, Stability called out from a balcony above and immediately grabbed Jacob's attention. It took a second, but he found the source of the offer after looking up with squinted eyes. Stability looked to be a young man with dark hair and presumably Dark Lung.

"If you wouldn't mind! Just come on down and grab a box or two!"

Jacob waved the young man down with a toothy grin, happy that someone finally looked out their window and saw him moving these things alone. Just another pair of arms would make the whole process go by faster and easier. Knowing that the young man was heading down, hopefully, Jacob hopped into the back of the van and started shuffling things around. Boxes were moved so they were easier to grab from the outside, and space was made so he could get to the furniture in the farther back.

When his help finally showed up at the van, Jacob extended a hand of greeting and a thankful smile. It was pretty obvious that this was a younger man.

"Thanks for the help. I'm Jacob."

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Jacob Cunningham]

Well. It would seem that Daisuke was turning out to be a nice young man, so far. Polite, if a little spartan with his words, but Jacob was in no place to judge that kind of thing since he had a tendency to talk a lot and sometimes ramble. For some people, it got on their nerves so it was a habit of his that he was trying to curb. On the other hand, it often made up for people who did not like to talk. If things were going really well, sometimes it helped those same people come out of their shells, which was always a good thing.

Jacob gave Daisuke a quick once-over to see if he could size-up just how much the he was apparently capable of moving. The young man looked a little on the lean side but there was some muscle on him. Daisuke was definitely going to be of some help, and Jacob's quick nod of silent approval spoke to that. He turned his back to his new help so that he could walk towards the back of the van and to a couch that was flush with the wall.

"Since you're here, Daisuke, lets go ahead and get the big stuff that I wouldn't have been able to get on my own. Just give me a sec."

After flexing his fingers a couple of time and psyching himself up mentally, Jacob bent down at the knees and hooked his hands under the bottom of the couch. There was a second's pause while he readied himself. Then with a grunt he lifted up his end of the navy blue couch, leaving only one end on the floor while he dragged it rather loudly to the edge of the van.

"Watch your fingers."

He set the couch down near the edge, the hopped to the ground.

"Alright. Uh. You take this end and drag it out of the van, I'll hold it up while you lead up the stairs. I'm on the second floor. Door's already open."

His plan was to do most of the lifting for now, and get a taste of how much Daisuke could take. If he felt that Daisuke could lift enough, maybe Jacob would put in a request to help him move the bed later. Right now, the couch was the main problem plus some more boxes. Then he'd probably call it a day.

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Jacob Cunningham]

While Daisuke dragged the couch off the edge of the van, Jacob positioned himself to latch-on to the far end of the weighty piece of furniture before it fell to the sidewalk. If the neighbors were not yet aware of Jacob's presence outside before, the teeth-grindingly loud scratching sound of the couch on the floor of the van sure made him known now. The echo chamber of the van was probably to blame for how loud it seemed to Jacob, like it was some kind large square primitive megaphone and he was standing right in front of it. But it was only for a second and it was not nearly as bad as, say, the grinding noise farm equipment made when something was caught in it.

Just before the couch threatened to submit to the will of gravity, he snagged the bottom with both of his hands and hefted it into a comfortable position that did not lift it too high for his fellow furniture mover.

"Thanks for the help again, Daisuke."

Moving a couch this heavy may have seemed like overkill, or pointless, to some people. But there was a better reason Jacob kept it around, other than he was kind of cheap and did not want to buy a second one: It was damn comfy. For an old couch, it held up surprisingly well and its god-awful weight was worth putting-up with. Though he had a sneaking suspicion that not only was gravity pulling down on it, but the Sun was pushing down on it at the same time. Or maybe that was just the effect of the heat.

The damnable stairs were just as difficult as Jacob had assumed. As the second guy going up, he was tasked with bearing the majority of the weight, which he had re-positioned to his shoulders, and pretty much lifting the whole thing against gravity. He left Daisuke the task of steering and maneuvering it up and around to the door. It was a strain, as it always was, but the burning in Jacob's arms were nothing unfamiliar to him and he pushed past it.

"Almost there?"

It was not much of a journey, it just seemed longer. But as soon as Jacob felt the carpeting of his apartment underneath his feet, he left out a triumphant "Ha!".

"Set it down anywhere, buddy."

Jacob pretty much dropped it where he stood and rotated his shoulders to loosen his muscles back up. His hands were red and a little shaky from the strain and weight. But the couch was moved and it was pretty much easy sailing from here. Looking over at his new helper, he shot him a smile.

"Uh... Lets grab some boxes and then we can stop."

Jacob started back down the stairs.

"So tell me about yourself. Y'know, get to know your neighbors and some-such. You going to school around here or something?"

Now that the really strenuous stuff was over with, Jacob was free to talk to Daisuke while they moved some of the more manageable stuff into his apartment.

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Jacob Cunningham]

It would seem that Daisuke was another one of those "wanted to go to college but can't" kids. The circumstance was unfortunate, in Jacob's eyes, but it seemed to be one of those unpleasant facts of life that people just had to live with. Not everyone could go to college, and not everyone even wanted to, and that's just how things were going to be for now.

"I can sympathize with that."

Jacob hefted a large, overloaded box onto each of his shoulders. After the couch, both of them together seemed as light as a pair of empty boxes.

"My father paid for most of my college, but it wasn't easy for either of us. Odd jobs were kind of my saving grace too. Just gotta keep at the work."

No matter how much Issac, Jacob's father, insisted that paying for his schooling was a gift and that he should not feel guilty about it, Jacob did indeed feel guilty. They were not a rich family, not poor but they did not exactly have money to burn, so to have his father just give up so much weighed heavily on Jacob. Issac had protested Jacob's desire to pay him back, and even demanded he just "fuckin' drop it, son", but he continued anyway. At this point, Issac just accepted it and used whatever Jacob sent back home on the farm.

As for odd jobs to fill-in where his father's contribution could not, Jacob took the usual rotation of blue collar jobs or minimum wage positions. There were also one or two temporary pursuits that he preferred not to talk about. No, he didn't do that. But there were other things... Not illegal things. Just things that he hoped he would never cross paths with again.

"Well, I had to move here since I got offered a job at a private school here."

Talking while moving the boxes was far easier than trying to say anything while moving the couch.

"Honestly, I'm kind of nervous about it. It'll pay great, but it just feels a bit hoity-toity for me. Kids with expensive cars and no appreciation for work. I'm just hopin' I can withstand the urge to slap 'em upside the head the first time they get uppity with me."

Of course, Jacob had no way of knowing if his future students were going to be as bad as that. But he was still a country guy at heart and any place with lots of money to just throw around made him uneasy or irritable. It's not like he was a luddite or one of those "proud to be poor" kind of people, hell he was looking forward to getting himself one of those tablet things, but he just hated it when people didn't know or appreciate what they have.

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Jacob Cunningham]

Daisuke was really making a great impression on Jacob. It was not often that Jacob could talk to a young person so easily for so long, and not have some kind of generational gap happening. Talking to kids was not hard or something he avoided, he frequently enjoyed it, however the kids just are not quite as open to him as they would be to their friends. He could understand that. He still remembered when it felt like you could trust your friends with anything more than you could trust your parents with what you were actually doing at night.

To Jacob, Daisuke seemed like the kind of young man that could really do anything. He was sure that he partied and smoked and did everything men his age did. He also possessed a kind of honest, hard-working attitude that was uncommon amongst his age bracket. There was so much sympathy for him that Jacob felt bad that he could not help in some way or another. Maybe he could offer something when the chance came along.

"Yeah. It's strange! People don't like it when you slap their kids. Go figure!"

He joked and laughed with Daisuke.

"And between you and me, some kids do need a good shut-the-fuck-up sometimes. Sooo... I might actually take ya up on your offer. Plausible deniability and such."

Of course he wouldn't actually do that. That would be horrible. (Is what he told himself). In the meantime, the two of them seemed to have gotten enough boxes of his crap up to his apartment to call it a day or earn themselves a break. Jacob's apartment still very much looked like a place that was still being moved-in, with boxes all over the place and empty space everywhere else, but the appliances were already working and he had some drinks in the fridge. Judging by how sweaty he was, he could only imagine how Daisuke felt.

Walking over the fridge, he opened it up with an audible sigh as the cold air hit him. Taking a moment to think, he turned back around to the young man with a can of beer in each hand. Jacob himself didn't drink all that much but he could still handle a beer or two occasionally. He held one up for Daisuke to see.

"Hey. You old enough to have this?"

He'd probably give it to him anyway as long as he promised to not to drive or operate heavy machinery later.