he follows me

Jason Kentz // 23 // Aware Human

[haunted-jason]

cresthillites​:

Since her conversation with Franklin, the nerves had been brewing within the Sheriff. Marie had so many questions and worries about his attacking her, about whether she was going to become the same as the creature that had attacked her, the same as Franklin, and the impending full moon wasn’t helping matters. Strange things happened in the town on a full moon anyway, and Marie was starting to piece the information together that they might all be interlinked with one another. 

She didn’t know what to do, but she figured sitting in her apartment was one of the worst things she could do. If she was going to turn into that creature, then she needed to be out of the building, away from as many people as she could be. Away from anything that felt familiar. Franklin had told her that he hadn’t been able to control the attack, and she didn’t want to run the risk of putting someone else through the same pain. It wasn’t long to go she was sure, and she needed to walk to the woods. Best case scenario she walked that far, nothing happened, and then she’d come back.

She could only hope.

Pulling her jacket over her shoulders, Marie locked up her apartment and heading down to the parking lot, fighting the urge to get into her car. She didn’t need it, and she didn’t want to end up far from it, especially since she didn’t actually know what was going to happen - if anything at all. Her eyes fell to the car in the lot that wasn’t her own but one that she recognised nonetheless. She checked her watch quickly, deciding she had a short amount of time before she desperately had to be gone.

“Jason? What are you doing here?” 

As she approached him, he kept his gaze slightly averted. Normally it wasn’t this tough talking to Marie, but she was always the one initiating conversations, not him. “I uh...” Jason stammered. “I was just checking in. It’s been a bit since we spoke and... With the weird stuff that’s been going on I uh... Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Like you do for me.” Marie had lost a few people she was close to, at least if Jason was recalling properly. He should have reached out sooner. Fuck.

Saren chuckled from the other side of the car at his host’s attempt at conversation. Jason barely functioned, and the spirit knew this, but goddamn did it hurt to watch him try and converse. It’s not like Jay even accepted tips from the spirit; granted, it was his loss. Who else would offer free social coaching? Not many.

Taking another deep breath, Jason looked at his friend in the eyes finally, swallowing back the anxiety that was choking him. “Have... you been doing okay? I.. should have called or.. something. Sorry.”

[haunted-jason]

multitudeofmuses​:

“Vibing,” she repeated his words with a chuckle. “Just like…vibing,” she uttered, imitating him with a grin. The redhead smiled softly. “You know I’ll never let you drink completely alone if I can help it,” she told him. Ember flagged the bartender down and ordered four shots of tequila and a rum and coke. “Actually, a pint of water also, please,” she added, looking to Jason. “You gotta drink water before you have another drink,” she instructed him. She was quick to drink all four shots when they arrived, exhaling as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. “Woah, wow—” she coughed slightly. “I had a long day, and I gotta at least get near your level,” she said with a shrug.

“Yeah... Y’know... Vibing and stuff. Feeling good,” he slurred again and smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “Thank you for drinking with me - I appreciate you as a friend and as a person.” He gave her arm a quick pat before removing his arm from around her. “Water? That’s so boring. Can’t I have like.... Pepsi? Or Sprite? Why does it have to be water, Ember?”

[haunted-jason]

maddoxmarsh​:

Judging by his stage presence he was quite happy with his choice of music, or maybe it was just alcohol mixing with his blood. The wolf wasn’t there to sing, just to drink his beer and watch people embarrass themselves, another normal day at little Cresthill. When the song ended the boy sat down, Maddox opened another beer, placing the empty bottle beside him “Is there any kind of prize for the winner or something?”

“Prize? I don’t think so... It’s just for fun. Fuck... If there is a prize... I don’t want to be drunk and sing.... Fuuuck.” He frowned, pushing what was left of his wine to the side. “Did I do good enough dude? Did I sing okay for a prize?” The young man wasn’t quite processing what the other had said, leaving him to quietly complain about a competition.

[haunted-jason]

franklin-marsh​:

“I’m not buying you another.” Franklin said, gesturing to the bartender to get Jason a glass of water. He didn’t expect the other to find it funny, but when one was drunk, what wasn’t funny. “I’m not going to be the one to drag you home. I’d rather she do it and I go home and parent my actual child.”

“You.. don’t have to parent me. I’m a big boy... I can handle myself,” he grumbled as he looked to Franklin. “I can get... a taxi or something. Y’know.. Responsible stuff... I didn’t drive here or anything.” Jason stated, resting his cheek on the counter. “But... if you don’t want to be here, why are you here? I mean... you don’t have to be. Don’t go killing my vibe, Frankie.”

[haunted-jason]

cresthillites​:

Kennedy couldn’t help but chuckle at his slurred words, knowing that theirs wasn’t going to be too far behind them with the number of drinks they’d consumed too. “What do you say we make this a double act? You be the talent, I’ll be the beauty, and we can rock out a good Elton and Kiki Dee. What do you say? Don’t Go Breaking My Heart?”

“Oh... hell yeah.” Jason said with a raised fist in the air, smiling as he did. “Let’s show these chumps... who’s boss.” In that moment, he really didn’t even care what the song was; a duet sounded fun to his intoxicated brain, and he was going to revel in every minute of it.

[haunted-jason]

wyatt-sawyer​:

“I moved away for a little bit for school, but I’m back.” Wyatt had been back for about two years, but he really hadn’t seen the young man in forever. “Okay, so getting drunk in bars isn’t your thing. Is there a reason you’re drunk in this bar tonight?”

“Um...” Jason mulled over the other’s question for probably too long before responding. “Because I can be... But also... Sometimes it’s fun to not drink alone. And listening to music helps. Even if some of it is bad.” He rested his forehead on the bar, hand on his drink. “What about you? What has you here?”

[haunted-jason]

take (c)over // Sept 3.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the scenic roads of Cresthill, Jason couldn’t shake the anxiety that welled in his chest. It wasn’t an uncommon feeling for him, nor one that he put much credence in. Maybe it was the fact that he was driving that his anxiety seemed out to get him; it wasn’t like he could avoid driving completely. He sighed as he turned up the music, hoping it would drown out the thoughts in his head, and the spirit trying to talk to him.

“Where are we going, Jay,” Saren pestered from the passenger seat, taking a moment to look out the window. “This isn’t the way you take to the bars. Not planning on destroying our liver this evening?”

“It’s my liver, and no. I haven’t talked to Marie in awhile and... I want to check in. Return the favor.” While it wasn’t necessarily rare for Marie and Jason to go through conversation droughts, the recent events in town lead him to investigate. It was probably nothing, but it didn’t hurt to check in. She had done so on him for many years; it was time for Jason to show it wasn’t a one-sided friendship. He hoped she didn’t think that, but he wouldn’t blame her if she did.

“Ah. Okay. So you want to be nice for once?” The necromancer offered a cheeky smile, clearly hoping to get some kind of rise out of his host. Though, much to his disappointment, Jason said nothing. He kept his eyes glued to the road, save for the times he flipped through songs. The young man tried to keep upbeat songs playing; even if it didn’t work to keep his mood up, he wanted to believe that it helped.

Jason pulled into the familiar apartment complex, his mind racing. Would Marie see this as intrusive? Was it weird for him to check in on her? Should he even be here? He was showing up without warning; what if she was busy? Fuck. The young man ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he parked the car and got out. No, he was thinking too hard on this. It would be fine.

@cresthillites

[haunted-jason]

multitudeofmuses​:

She’d been running late, work keeping her back later than expected, but she’d made it for the end of Jason’s song. She knew he was partial to karaoke, infact, she’d gotten up there occasionally with him. But tonight’s singing was particularly… well… sad. She moved through the crowd of people, some sat at tables, some stood socialising, making her way towards the bar and Jason.

“I wish you’d use that voice for some more happy songs, Jay,” she told him with a smile on her lips. “How drunk are you? How much do I need to catch up?” she asked, a usual question between them.

“Happy songs? Pfft... That song isn’t sad... Just about... like... a dude being sad over a girl.. I’m not sad over girl or anything... Just like... Vibing, Ember.” He laughed a bit as he gripped the drink in front of him. “I’m so gladddd you’re here. I was so lonely... So, so lonely drinking by myself.” The young man smiled at his longtime friend. “I’ve had... so much. Probably too much. You couldn’t catch up without... being like... I dunno. Dangerous or something.”

[haunted-jason]

cresthillites​:

Kennedy enjoyed karaoke night, more because they liked watching people absolutely ruin classic songs, but also because they liked ruining songs themselves. A poor rendition of Bonnie Tylers Total Eclipse of the Heart later, and they were suitably buzzed on both beer and adrenaline to be dancing along to everyone that had followed them. “Woo-hoo!” They cheered, their hands coming together in a clap. “Good effort man, you should try American Idol.”

Jason laughed a bit as American Idol was brought up; if he had a dollar for every time he heard that suggestion, he’d probably have... a few dollars. The young man didn’t put much effort into advancing his music anymore. Granted, he never really wanted a solo career, or one with a band for that matter. “You did... So good. I’m so proud of you,” he slurred with a smile.

[haunted-jason]

wyatt-sawyer​:

Wyatt was suddenly glad that he wasn’t drinking that night. The other seemed to be there alone, and he felt the need to take care of him. “Yeah, it’s been like 8 years, Bud.” He helped the man to a chair, sitting down next to him. “You normally get this drunk?”

“Oh shit... Have you been doing okay? Do you like... Still live in town? I don’t really venture too far..” Jay slurred and sipped on his drink again. He knew he needed to stop, though his brain was doing it’s best to ignore that sentiment. “Uh.... Yeah. Sometimes. Not all the time. Not usually this drunk... At least not here... If I’m drinking, I’m usually watching a movie or something...”

[haunted-jason]

franklin-marsh​:

Seeing his little sister’s friend that drunk was still wild to him. Franklin was trying hard not to treat him like a child, even if he saw Jason like that. “Yeah, well you still look it.” The older man joked, sipping at the drink after taking his shot. “So what you’re saying is I shouldn’t have bought you another drink? Do I need to call Ember to take you home?”

Jay laughed along side the other; had he not been drinking, it probably wouldn’t have been something he found funny. The young man knew that he looked young when he shaved, but he liked to keep his face clean. “Oh, you bought me another drink? Hell yes...” He chuckled, finishing off what was left of the current glass of wine in front of him. “If Ember wants to take me home, I’m not going to stop her. I’ll probably just talk to her about like.... movies or something...”

[haunted-jason]

xxcarsyn-gray​:

“Holy shit, dude,” Carsyn said, casting the other a surprised glance as he sat back down. “You can sing. Like…actually sing.”

“I... Have been practicing since I was like... four or something... Mom had me do piano and singing lessons... ‘Cause I asked her one day.. I like doing it, but man... I can’t believe I wanted to learn an instrument... Better than being a white dude with a guitar..” He rambled as he sipped his drink, smiling a bit at the woman beside him.

[haunted-jason]

wyatt-sawyer​:

Wyatt liked to go to Rodan’s on karaoke night. He thought that the atmosphere was more fun than any other time. He liked to sing, even if he was only average. Dancing was his true passion in high school, and while he sang he put on a show. He had just finished whenever Jason went on. He knew of the younger man, having only been a year older than him. He always felt sorry for him, losing his siblings that early in life. He walked up to Jason with a glass of water. “That was really good.”

“Oh thaaaanks,” Jason chuckled, leaning heavily against the bar stool. Had it not been there, he would have probably fallen. Taking confident steps was getting harder and harder as the night progressed, and what was left of his rational mind knew he needed to stop soon. The last thing he needed was alcohol poisoning. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since like.... My junior year or something. Right?”

[haunted-jason]

franklin-marsh​:

Franklin hated karaoke, but at the same time, it was the best time to avoid responsibilities. No one expected to find Franklin Marsh at Rodan’s on those nights, but he usually was. Whenever his sister’s best friend sat down next to him, the older man passed him a shot. “You’re still like 12 to me, but that took guts kid.”

“Twelve? I’m like... at least older than that,” he slurred as he sipped his drink lazily. “I haven’t been twelve in years.” Jason waved his hand a bit, offering a smile to the man who served as another older brother to him. “It’s not guts though; it’s alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Wine and rum... Other stuff... Maybe too much,” he rambled.

[haunted-jason]

lidiyanikoi​:

All she wanted was a peaceful evening yet here she was in a bar with a drunken boy who probably was barely old enough to drink. Giving him a death glare, she just watched him as she finished her drink. “My, what an interesting voice you have,” she hummed, ordering another one. “You seem to be having quite a time, no?”

“I’ve been told it’s pretty nice,” he said, sipping at the cocktail in front of him with an extreme lack of grace. “I don’t normally have a chance to feel this good,” he smiled, playing with the stirring straw in his drink. “I’m ready to... do it again. Hell yeah... Nothing will stop me.” Jason smiled, looking back at the machine as someone stepped up to grab the mic. He’d have to wait, but it gave him time to finish his drink first.

[haunted-jason]

bella-heartly​:

She sat at Ronin’s bar, eyes red and puffy, she’d slept outside…again last night and she ached. She’d taken to stealing and had the funds to eat or drink and so, naturally, she chose to drink. Glass, after glass, the world rocked and waved and she was adrift in it, like it was some sort of sick sea, a sea just for her. SHe dropped the glass on the floor, an honest mistake, it crashed and burst, sending shards flying. 

“You’re cut off,” said the bar tender.

“Cut off?!” she shouted, indignant, frustrated, “it was a mistake, it could have happened to a sober person? How dare you! How dare you?!”

x

Jason sat at the bar, scrolling through some social media on his phone with his usual deadpan. An old fashioned sat in front of him that he sipped lazily. The bar was calm -- well, as calm as it could be. It was, at least, until the sound of shattering glass rang through the room, silencing a good portion of the conversation. The culprit wasn’t too far away from him, making her screaming all the louder.

Cut off.. He’d had that happen once or twice, and both times he was in a rough spot in life. Was she that drunk? Dropping a glass didn’t make her plastered, and she certainly didn’t sound plastered. What did he do here? There was no real point in intervening, was there? He didn’t want to seem like he was flirting or being gross either. Jason kept his eyes on her from afar, only looking down once he realized he probably shouldn’t stare.

[haunted-jason]

credencewindham​:

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Dusty Pages ᴡʜᴇɴ: Noon ᴡɪᴛʜ: Open

𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈  𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅  𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝓌𝒶𝓎  𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 ; he sat on the squeaky stool, leg straight to take all the weight to lean backwards. There he seek refuge in the pages of familiar gothic mournful writings of the only soul whom understood truly how he felt deep within. Velvet from the hard back cover of Edgar Allan Poe’s what book it didn’t matter all seem to link together into one in his eyes, fingers drumming quietly against the hardness of cover. The stack of books that he used as an armrest all from his odysseus into numbing himself by over stimulating his pain with that of words from others. 

His chin is placed on the bridge of the book, warm chocolate hues drifting to the door just as the bell indicated that there was someone entering the shop. “Can you resist everything except temptation of a good book?” He asked aloofly, lazy smile that pulled on his lips with a lot of effort on his part but seem effortless to the beholder, drawing them into a false sense of warmth and security.

x

Over the years, Jason had grown to enjoy reading. It gave him some form of escape from reality other than the bottle. With everything happening in town, he needed a decent bit of things to keep him distracted -- if Saren would even let him. He entered the familiar shop, nodding at the man working.

“Hey uh... Any recommendations for Sci-Fi stuff? Trying to get into the genre..” Jason asked pretty quietly, glancing around at the book-lined shelves. Despite reading relatively frequently, he was a dunce when it came to knowing what to look for.