Jason Dean "JD || 19 || A fucking rebel. " Weāll watch the SMOKE pour out the doors. Bring marshmallows, Weāll make sāmores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars! "
what was she seeing? was that really him? he was dead, he actually killed himself. and yet there he was, standing right in front of her.Ā āh-how?ā the brunette stuttered as she looked at the other.Ā āy-you canāt.ā
His own eyes were deceiving him, although amusement present on his face, an automatic ( RATHER CRUEL )Ā smile showed up on his lips as he looked at the green ladyĀ in front of him. Now if this wasnāt a second chance, then he didnāt know what it was.Ā āWell, if it isnāt Heather Duke, Your Highness, I thought I wouldnāt get the pleasureĀ of seeing you againā, he comments, black boots taking a couple of steps forward as his smile changes from cruel to nice and even charismatic, but with a certain sarcastic undertone.Ā āLife gives the worthy ones a second chanceā.
He doesnāt remember the first or last time a therapist made a proper progress with him ------well, he only had two and both were school counselors BUT WHAT WAS THE DIFFERENCE?------ all of those were just people with a stupid notebook, pretending to be there and understand.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Why would Mr. Hannibal Lecter be different?
JD leans against the frame of the door, his suspiciously dirty black coat hanging to the sides with the same apathy as his owner.Ā Ā No need to act as a petty bad boy, when he is an INTELLECTUAL.Ā Ā The boy greets the hand of the doctor, shaking it with a briefĀ (Ā fake )Ā smile. Cigarette lit between his lips, which exhale smoke as he speaks.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āUnfortunately, yes. Apparently, one of my bosses thinks I am in need of professionalĀ help...ā, he begins as he steps in, Black boots kicking the floor with the heels in a lazy way as he makes his way to the couch at the opposite side of the room, allowing himself to flop on it.Ā Ā ā...but you probably know that already. Shall we begin, then?
* ļ½”ā§ ā ā wait a minute, was that [RYAN MCCARTAN] i just saw run around the city? aw no, i was wrong, that was just the [19] year old [JASON DEAN āJDā] a [CANON CHARACTER] from [HEATHERS] & they are [HETEROSEXUAL]. rumor has it that they are [CHARMING] but are also [UNSTABLE] oh well, let us all hope they enjoy their stay in the city of love!
Hello! Lis again now with this trouble child. I am guessing some or most of you are familiar with Heathers, but if not, DEATH TW, MURDER TW, SUICIDE TWĀ and spoilersĀ under the read more.
Am I the only one who thinks the JD from the musical cared more about Veronica than the JD from the movie? I just feel like the movie one was actually using Veronica for his evil deeds and sacrificed himself bc pride and honor, while the one in the musical did it to save Veronica and her soul. ANYWAYS, while I will use both lores depending on the necessary (and since it doesnāt change much), my JD will be more focused towards the musical.
JD comes from after the movie/musical ending. The golden ticket actually got caught in his trenchcoat an instant before the bomb went off. He reappeared in Paris with all his fingers ( yay! ).
Even though JD was showing some kind of redemption at the end, this second chance to live erased all that. He took this as a sign from whatever forces rule Earth to try again. Now, he is more delusional than even about having a mission to fix society and in his ideal scenario, heād pull up a Guy Fawkes kind of thing (but a successful one) aka trying to blow the English Parliament.
He is still obsessed madly in love with Veronica, because now he sees her as anĀ āangelā that showed him his real destiny, which is destroying more than a simple high school.
He doesnāt regret one single bit the murders he committed and most likely will try to kill the Heathers again.
Loves reading, poetry, guns and edgy shit.
Heās been six months here and is still amazed with the future. Internet is amazing and can teach you how to build some dope bombs.
You can find him at the 7/11 after 5:00 p.m.
Antagonist, bad pretty boy, ideal for angst and danger.
āāwhy do they call paris the city of love? i donāt see any of that here. I mean my parents didnāt even act like they loved each other so why is this place different?āā melinda spoke to no one in particular. her idea of love just seemed like a silly trick the world played on people.
āAre your parents from Paris?ā, he asks looking at the side and over his shoulder (Ā a bit of a patronizing attitude, to be honest ); JD slurps from his slushie. New and reformed fingers squish the paper cup as soon as the contains are done. Sly smirk and even aĀ victory curlĀ over his forehead accented the whole soft punk aesthetic alongside the long black trenchcoat.
