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Jason sits on a burnt out car underneath an interstate overpass, listening to his headphones. He remembers packing a change of clothes, his walkman and a few MP3 discs into a rather small duffle bag and grabbing his cellphone before leaving the apartment. He bypassed Trans in the Nexus and just ...went. He's not really sure where he's at, it looks sorta like LA.
He fumbles around in the pockets of his jacket and comes up with a battered pack of cigarettes. He lights one up and stairs up at the underside of the overpass.
He imagines the stars he can't see due to the cement and smog. Imagines being back with Raina, imagines going back to her, wondering if she would kill him outright. Then again, any pain she dealt him couldn't be nearly as bad as this.
The cellphone vibrates in his pocket and he debates answering it.
He fumbles around in the pockets of his jacket and comes up with a battered pack of cigarettes. He lights one up and stairs up at the underside of the overpass.
He imagines the stars he can't see due to the cement and smog. Imagines being back with Raina, imagines going back to her, wondering if she would kill him outright. Then again, any pain she dealt him couldn't be nearly as bad as this.
The cellphone vibrates in his pocket and he debates answering it.
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Date: 3 Jun 2005 19:24 (UTC)"What exactly do you think you're doing?" he snaps.
(( This ok? Pietro wants to talk to Jason. If no, I'll delete, eh? ))
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 01:01 (UTC)"Well, I was looking at the non-existant stars."
((sure.))
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 01:50 (UTC)He finishes the cigarette and turns away, flicking the butt into a puddle. "And for your information, no it wasn't fun. I forgot how much it hurts to do that to someone you care about."
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 06:03 (UTC)He glares at Pietro. "And if you would quit sheltering her so fucking much, she wouldn't have to be 'handled'. Not that it matters any fucking more, seeing as how she wants nothing to do with me."
He turns away. "Happy now?"
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 06:09 (UTC)He laughs. "But I forget, you want her to stay the perfect little innocent virgin princess forever, so she'll never be allowed to experience life."
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 06:20 (UTC)He jumps down from the car and runs his hands through his hair. "You are doing her more harm than life is right now. What are you going to do when she starts resenting you for sheltering her so much?"
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 07:16 (UTC)He rubs his jaw, mumbling. "Fuck, even had JP knock her out the one time because I was too much of a fucking wuss to hurt her."
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 07:26 (UTC)He turns and looks toward the city. "Besides this last time, every time I made her cry it was because I told her no."
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 07:40 (UTC)He chuckles. "As for the 'designs' I have on your sister. There aren't any unrealized ones."
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Date: 4 Jun 2005 08:14 (UTC)He climbs back up on the car and lays down, putting on the headphones.
"Go away Pietro."
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