Post by Jason Sutherland on Oct 19, 2014 19:41:23 GMT -5
Relationships were a messy ordeal and Jason tried to stay away from them as best he could. It was not that he didn't enjoy them: there was a certain level of intimacy a relationship entailed that Jason had come to respect. Rather, it was the mere fact that commitment was expected of both parties entering into the relationship which was something the twenty-three year old did not want to be tied down to. He enjoyed being free of the promises of monogamy. Unfortunately, keeping clear of relationships -- direct or otherwise -- was a difficult mission. Felicia Soler was in a relationship and Jason had still chased her.
After getting on to a plane chartered by Felicia, Jason arrived at her house. He waited until she answered and they started getting intimate. All was going exceptionally to plan. That was, until her mother ruined stuff and her wife got involved. The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur though Jason could recall having to throw his laptop into a ditch in a pitiful attempt to escape a little faster. It became apparant quite quickly that Jason had managed to singlehandly provoke an entire family into wanting him dead. He thought that was quite a feat.
It also gave Jason an adrenaline rush he'd been hoping for with Felicia. Granted, it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences but the way Jason saw it, a rush is still a rush. And as he ran, he could feel his heart pushing against his ribcage, his blood rushing in a mad bid to keep up with the pace of his body. He could hear somebody catching up to him and a burst of light eminated from inside Jason's body. Within seconds, he was sprinting and after a few hours, exhausted and aching, Jason was at a motel. He slept there the night, consuming various spirits.
Jason awoke the next day -- roughly mid afternoon -- with the sun glaring angrily in his face. His mouth was dry and he felt his stomach churn with every movement. Jason was hungover which, despite being a pain in the arse, wasn't necessarily a bad thing for him. He had the perfect cure.
Jason inhaled and very briefly his pupils dialated. Though it didn't make him feel much better, it did allow him to push through the detox process that inevitably occurred after a night of heavy drinking.
Pushing himself from the motel bed, Jason walked to the bathroom and held his head underneath the shower. He inhaled as the shock of the cold water wore off. Swallowing a small amount, Jason left the room and looked around. There was a man waiting outside whom alleged to know of Jason's services and Jason happily divulged for a price.
The man paid the fee and Jason used his ability -- giving the man the ability to turn himself into any form of liquid. In this case, it was water. And he ruined the floor.
He called a good friend of his for a pick-up and waited on a nearby bench, head tilted toward the sky.
The minutes flew by and his friend friend appeared - whom owed him a favor from a 'boost' Jason had given in the past and asked where he was to be going. Jason switched off his phone and turned to the male.
"Ah want tah go to some place called cassenova lake or somefing. A'll boost ya so ya get there." Jason said. The man agreed and within seconds the two vanished, Jason's ability allowing the teleporter to delve into wherever Jason was imagining: Felicia Soler's estate.
"Crazy bitches," he mumbled, after straightening his clothes, "and fanks mate but don'h fink ya gettin' 'notha boost from me. That's ya lot."
His friend grumbled and disappeared, Jason looked around and began walking toward the familiar building -- cursing to himself.
After getting on to a plane chartered by Felicia, Jason arrived at her house. He waited until she answered and they started getting intimate. All was going exceptionally to plan. That was, until her mother ruined stuff and her wife got involved. The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur though Jason could recall having to throw his laptop into a ditch in a pitiful attempt to escape a little faster. It became apparant quite quickly that Jason had managed to singlehandly provoke an entire family into wanting him dead. He thought that was quite a feat.
It also gave Jason an adrenaline rush he'd been hoping for with Felicia. Granted, it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences but the way Jason saw it, a rush is still a rush. And as he ran, he could feel his heart pushing against his ribcage, his blood rushing in a mad bid to keep up with the pace of his body. He could hear somebody catching up to him and a burst of light eminated from inside Jason's body. Within seconds, he was sprinting and after a few hours, exhausted and aching, Jason was at a motel. He slept there the night, consuming various spirits.
Jason awoke the next day -- roughly mid afternoon -- with the sun glaring angrily in his face. His mouth was dry and he felt his stomach churn with every movement. Jason was hungover which, despite being a pain in the arse, wasn't necessarily a bad thing for him. He had the perfect cure.
Jason inhaled and very briefly his pupils dialated. Though it didn't make him feel much better, it did allow him to push through the detox process that inevitably occurred after a night of heavy drinking.
Pushing himself from the motel bed, Jason walked to the bathroom and held his head underneath the shower. He inhaled as the shock of the cold water wore off. Swallowing a small amount, Jason left the room and looked around. There was a man waiting outside whom alleged to know of Jason's services and Jason happily divulged for a price.
The man paid the fee and Jason used his ability -- giving the man the ability to turn himself into any form of liquid. In this case, it was water. And he ruined the floor.
He called a good friend of his for a pick-up and waited on a nearby bench, head tilted toward the sky.
The minutes flew by and his friend friend appeared - whom owed him a favor from a 'boost' Jason had given in the past and asked where he was to be going. Jason switched off his phone and turned to the male.
"Ah want tah go to some place called cassenova lake or somefing. A'll boost ya so ya get there." Jason said. The man agreed and within seconds the two vanished, Jason's ability allowing the teleporter to delve into wherever Jason was imagining: Felicia Soler's estate.
"Crazy bitches," he mumbled, after straightening his clothes, "and fanks mate but don'h fink ya gettin' 'notha boost from me. That's ya lot."
His friend grumbled and disappeared, Jason looked around and began walking toward the familiar building -- cursing to himself.