What A Rush [Jason]

[Micah Walker]

Mike Lane
Jason’s Apartment, NY
October 28th - 11:15 AM

Mike seriously had no idea what he was doing right now. Going to Jason Sutherland’s apartment? For all he knew this was all some clever scheme. But was Jason ever actually the clever type? From what he heard from Brie, probably not. But he was still going to be on his toes, of course. He wasn’t going to let his guard down and he wasn’t going to underestimate Jason, either. He was a villain, after. And he seemed to have the same personality he always did. But this also made good recon. Of course he had to make sure Jason wasn’t up to no good. What kind of hero would he be if he let that slip past him?

He wasn’t looking for a rush, that much was obvious. He knew Jason wasn’t going to leave him alone until Mike at least showed up to his apartment this next day. So, he went. Mostly just to get the guy off his back. But also to check things out. Plus, if Jason could control adrenaline, who knows what that could mean for Mike if he tried it.

It was the next day now and Mike only had a few early classes. Two, to be exact. He was out by ten thirty and made his way to Jason’s place as soon as he got out and was able to drop his things off back in his dorm. Jason lived right near Central Park. It didn’t take him very long to get there from campus. In the back of his mind he was still doubting himself about going. Just because he told Jason he’d be there didn’t mean he’d actually have to go, right? Oh of course he did. Who was he kidding? He was a man of his word. Plus, Jason would just be back online to nag him later about not showing up if he did just decide to skip out. It wasn’t like Jason was going to force his powers on him. Not if he was making people pay for it.

All the paranoia aside, Mike finally arrived at the address in question. He strolled up to his front door and took in a quick breath before he knocked on the door. Standing there with his arms crossed he waited for Jason to open the door.

Tag: Boost Jason!
Mood: Kinda sleepy.
Words: Too tired to count.
Notes: Also watching the Voice #Shameless

[Jason Sutherland]

"Don' look a' me like that." Jason hissed at the statue sitting in the chair, "Ya wanted a boost and ah gave ya a boost. Ungrateful bastard."

It was yesterday evening when the prospective client came a-knocking and asking if 'Boost' was available. Jason was dubious; he usually worked on an appointment only basis. That is, he told people when and where to meet him. It didn't work the other way around. And there was good reason for this: predictability.

An electric surge was unpredictable. It could blow wiring within a building, fry mainboards on a computer and even destroy whole appliances. But it didn't always; sometimes an electric surge was nothing more than an extra bit of power. Abilities were the same. When Jason used his ability on his clients, he wanted to be certain what they could do so that he could ascertain whether he was placing himself in danger. It worked. Not always, but it worked.

Jason asked if this man had a specific request and the man did; a surge of power no longer than thirteen seconds and when he was done, he would pay up. That sounded reasonable. Based on the mans ability, Jason had given a quote of one thousand dollars. He'd added a premium on top due to no appointment. The man agreed and Jason sat him down. After the thirteen seconds, the man felt renewed and a newfound confidence burned bright in his eyes. This was an often occurence in Jasons' line of work: people got their hit and believed themselves to be invincible against the man who'd given them power. It was a silly ideology people had: - a taste of power and they were immortal. Unfortunately for the man, Jason always got paid. He held the man by the throat and Jasons ability took hold. The twenty-three year old willed the man to receive as much power as he could handle and Jasons ability happily obliged, forcing the rock manipulators adrenal glands to burst into overdrive, surging his ability.

And with the surge, a statue was made. Unpredictability.

Jason walked over to his Wilkinson Furniture Calico coffee table and picked up a small black remote. He rubbed his left eye and yawned, pressing the big play button and his music system burst into life.

It was eleven fifteen and Jason had woken up not twenty minutes ago. He had arranged for somebody to come to his apartment for a free five second boost though Jason wasn't sure if they would turn up. The thought of them not showing did not bother Jason in the slightest; he had better things to do than give his ability away for free. He could be making money, for example. Unfortunately, business sometimes required sacrifice. And the sacrifice Jason was going to pay would be five seconds of his time.

Knock,

Knock

Knock

Jason turned around and looked quizzically at the door. Had he really shown? Marvellous.
He moved over to the marbled breakfast bar and picked up his dressing gown and pulled his arms through the sleeves, wrapping it around his body and fixing it shut with the sash. He wondered for a moment if he should have gotten dressed and then decided he was too lazy to.

"You stay there." Jason said pointing at the statue before making his way to the door.

Unbolting the deadlock, Jason pulled the door inward and opened his mouth; "Ya came. Please," Jason stepped aside and gestured for the man to enter, "Come in."

[Micah Walker]

Mike Lane
Jason’s Apartment, NY
October 28th - 11:15 AM

This was Mike’s final chance to change his mind and face through the floor he was standing on right now. All he needed was a second to fall through the floor and he could forget this whole thing from happening if he really wanted to. But he needed to see this through. He wanted to see just how much Jason changed. Or didn’t. Judging by the way he talked and acted online, he didn’t seem to have changed very much.

The door finally swung open and there was Jason, standing before him. He didn’t change much. He looked a tad older, that’s for sure. Though he can barely remember what the guy looked like anymore, despite how good he was with faces. It had been a few years. And Mike had a thing about remembering who the bad guys were and back then, Jason definitely qualified as one of those. He smirked at Jason and nodded his head. “That I did.” He said with an uncertainty in his voice. He still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. But he was trying to remain optimistic all the same. Mike was always one that tried to see the good in people, even when it came the really bad ones, kind of like Adrian. He always thought he had redeemable qualities, too. But maybe he was just fooling himself.

He stepped into Jason’s apartment. Hands in his pockets as he looked around. Not a bad place to live for one guy. Certainly bigger than the dorm Mike was dealing with currently. But that was his own choosing, he could have just stayed home in Staten Island. But who wants to drive several hours to and from campus every day?

Mike took a steady, deep breath in before turning back to look at Jason. “So, how long have you been back?” Small talk. Always a good way to start a seemingly awkward visit like this could before. After all, Mike wasn’t really here for any boosts. Even if that was Jason’s intent on asking Mike over here. Still, he wasn’t sure just why Jason was so eager for Mike to take a boost of his powers. What was really in it for him? Something else Mike was here to figure out.

Tag: Boost Jason!
Mood: Distracted?
Words: Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Notes: I’m just feeling very ADD today.

[Jason Sutherland]

F I V E  P E R C E N T  P L E A S U R E
F I F T Y  P E R C E N T  P A I N

A N D  A  H U N D R E D  P E R C E N T  R E A S O N

T O  R E M E M B E R  T H E  N A M E

Familiarity was hard to describe. It was the sense of recognising somebody without the freedom of recognition. Jason knew this person from somewhere for his face was familiar. He had definitely seen those eyes before. Jason stood silently for a moment after the boys three words before shaking his head and gesturing for the man to enter his humble abode.

Jason closed the door and followed Mike into the apartment, watching his movements. This guy could phase through things and Jason vaguely recalled the mention of a heart being ripped out of a chest. He shivered at the prospect and kept his attentions on the guys hands.

Needless to say, Jason felt quite proud. If Mike was being truthful and had known Jason since his interactions with Brie Collins, Mike would have known Jason as the lackluster void-of-money stop-out. That was a life Jason had put behind him. Behind him, though not forgotten.

He had constant reminders of his life before returning to England in the city he lived in. Some people recognised him, such as Adele Couteau and there were familiar places; Central Park, the coffee shop on the corner, and certain houses. They were positive reminders though: they allowed Jason to look introspectively at his life and realize that even those with nothing could grow into a something. And Jason had grown.

Wealth was second to Jason's life. His ability? That was at the forefront of everything he did. He knew what he was capable of and didn't try to push further than he was comfortable with. Jason was the source of power. He was a God in his own right though he knew people did not see him as such. He suspected Mike didn't, either.

“So, how long have you been back?” He asked and Jason shrugged. He wasn't too sure, really. A few weeks? Months? Who knew. Jason didn't keep track of time much any more. He had no real commitments aside from his clients and he could pick and choose when they came.

His clients were all so obedient. Like puppies. They were robots, in fact. Little obedient robot dogs. Jason said 'fetch', they played fetch. 'Sit' and they sat. 'Die' and they keeled over and dropped dead.

"Not sure, few month maybe. You fursty?" Jason asked, walking over to the open-plan kitchen, which joined on to his living room. The music box hummed gently across the apartment from the numerous stereo speakers he had situated in a few corners of the flat.

"I've got some whisky?" Jason offered, bringing out two tumblers with four cubes of ice in each. He sat down in the middle of the large, two seater sofa. He scratched his head and looked over to the only other chair in the room, "Ah, shit man. Rocky over 'ere took ya seat."

Jason chuckled briefly and poured himself a glass of whisky, resting the bottle and other empty glass on the coffee table. He took a sip and inhaled as he did so, taking the full molasses flavour of the whiskey into his throat. There was nothing like a good glass of cheap whisky.

Jason swallowed and gestured his hand toward MIke, humming as if needing to speak. He put the glass down and opened his mouth, "There are some formalities though, mate. Ah need t'know exactly what you do." Jason leant back and crossed his right leg over his left knee, keeping his eye attentively on the other male, Security things. You understand."

Jason's eyes briefly turned to the wall before looking back at Mike, That wall either leads to my bedroom or to outside. Not sure which; call it a leap of faith." Jason smiled with an innocent air about his person.

[Micah Walker]

Mike Lane
Jason’s Apartment, NY
October 28th - 11:15 AM

Words could hardly describe how weird and borderline awkward this situation was. He was standing in Jason Sutherland’s apartment. Jason Sutherland. Former villain. Probably in some ways still a villain. I was hard to go back from those old ways. He heard all about what happened to him when he hung around Derek and Brie, who dated Jason back in the day and was apparently the reason Jason was gone for so long. Though, he couldn’t help but wonder how she managed to pull that off with empathy. He was afraid to ask. But here Jason was again and he didn’t know what this really meant. Was he a better person in some way? Was he just as bad or maybe even worse?

He was here to figure all this out, despite how dangerous it could be.

Mike followed Jason over to the entrance of the kitchen and leaned against the wall as Jason asked if he was ‘fursty’ unlike thirsty. Which was a tad confusing for him. He just gave Jason a look at first, until he offered Mike some whiskey. The brunette shook his head. “Thanks. But no thanks.” He might be twenty one and legal enough now, but he still wasn’t one to drink. Not after his mother’s alcoholism.

A smirk spread across his face as Jas sat in the middle of the two-person couch and his canine companion had hopped up on the only other chair in the room. Jason made a comment about it that he assumed was funny and didn’t seem to have any other recollection about it. Mike shook his head as he looked over to Jason. “Seats aren’t really a problem for me.” He said, he lifted his legs and formed them into a pretzel in midair, using his powers to hover there in the air just a few feet away from Jason as he gave him a look. This was just one of the few cool things Mike could actually do with his powers.

Security reasons? What did Jason thought Mike actually did. He couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement at first. “Who, me? I’m a college student. I study Photography at New York University and I’m volunteering at the Manhattan Aquarium. That’s all I do these days.” Awhile back he’d be explaining his position at the Watchers P.I. But not anymore. The Watchers were done and over with and ever since then, Mike hasn’t exactly felt the same. He wasn’t doing as much good in his daily life. He was just back to do his normal, everyday job of being a college student and volunteering at the Aquarium, which he’d been doing since he was sixteen years old. The Watchers was the best thing he had to help people. Now he wasn’t so sure what he could do to help people. Other than jumping in when somebody was hurt or in trouble.

Mike looked over to the wall in question and observed it for himself before glancing back to Jason with a smirk. “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” He wasn’t sure what the point was trying to offer up an escape route when all Mike needed to do to get out of this room was to phase through the floor and he was gone. All I took was a nice, easy fall.

He was a master of escape by now.

Tag: Boost Jason!
Mood: Inspired.
Words: Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Notes: Still freaking out over TWD over here.

[Jason Sutherland]

T H A T, T H A T D O N ' T K I L L M E
C A N O N L Y M A K E M E S T R O N G E R

I N E E D Y O U T O H U R R Y U P N O W

'C O S I C A N ' T W A I T M U C H L O N G E R

Looking at Mike, whom had by now manoeuvred himself to stand in the middle of the living room, Jason couldn't help but think about Brie.

Though Brie and Jason did not meet in the most favourable of circumstances, she had been his saviour when all had been lost. He was living in New York with a lifestyle quite contrary to the one he was now living. He had no home, no money and no hope. Brie saw what he would not – could not – admit to even himself. Jason was alone and fearful of the world. And though he held the quality of being strong-willed, he was not. He did not enjoy his life. He lived with it. And that, Jason truly believed, was not a life. He had no motivation and no drive to alter his fate and become whatever he desired.

Brie Collins changed that. She gave his life purpose. A meaning. And, after all, wasn't that what everybody is after? A meaning.

Jason kept quiet as he offered Mike a drink. Mike politely declined; “Thanks. But no thanks.”

Jason caught on to the smirk and briefly, all eyes were on the stone man; “ 'e wanted a boost and it went wrong. I fink 'e's dead. Jason shrugged.

Jason was suitably impressed by the flashy; 'look-at-me-I-can-float' aesthetic of Mike's ability. This was new. Jason recalled that the last they met, Mike could phase through objects; not hover. Nonetheless, it was (for lack of a better word) impressive.

“Who, me?” Mike asked and Jason rasied an eyebrow, I’m a college student. I study Photography at New York University and I’m volunteering at the Manhattan Aquarium. That’s all I do these days.”

Jason scratched his temple.
That was not what he had meant at all. Despite Mike not being the brightest colouring pencil, Jason kept quiet. That was, until Jason's next... hint. Again, it was dismissed rather quickly.

“Jesus fuck! Are ya a fuckin' retard?” He huffed, sipping on the whisky, “I boost peoples powahs. Ah need t'know what ya's do.”

Simply put, Jason had to know a persons ability in order to determine whether a boost would be most suited at distant or up close. Jason never turned down a boost – he enjoyed using his power – but oftentimes, an ability was dangerous when augmented.

“So a'll ask once more...” Jason shuffled in his seat, his pupils widening as his ability took hold, “Before ah use ma powah on ya – for free – what d'ya do?”