Jason Dean

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tillhumanvxices:

She was somewhat taken by surprise when she heard the voice, but it was one she would recognise anywhere. “Jason.” She turned her head in his direction and offered the smallest hint of a smirk. “Has anyone ever explained the concept of personal space to you?”

“Can’t say they have.” He eyes her, a look of amusement caught in the handsome lines of his face. He isn’t smiling exactly, the expression more bemused then anything else. “You certainly don’t seem to mind.”

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Surprise meh

[lyingbullets]

airport security: sir please empty your pockets

me: ok *begins pulling out hundreds of knives*

airport security: is that all sir

me: *continues to pull out knives*

airport security: sir

[lyingbullets]

@tillhumanvxices back again tell a friend 

“Surprise, surprise.” He murmurs against her ear, having waded through the crowd of bodies to press close to her. 

[lyingbullets]

Who wants a starter?

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tillhumanvxices:

It was one of the few places she could go to without being seen as a teacher, where she was just Blaire Watson. It was also the place she went to when she wanted to meet someone new; the bar was a popular place for tourists and truckers, many of them lonely men who weren’t exactly opposed to the company she was willing to offer. 

‘Miss Watson.’ That was what surprised her the most, at least until she turned her attention to the voice, only to see one of her students. “Jason. What are you doing here?”

Spinning around to face her more comfortably, the teenager smirks. She looks like she’s seen a ghost and he’s guessing not many people here know her or her secret identity here. I mean.. They were both half a world away from home in the hopes no one would know them. 

“I could ask you the same question.” Brow quirked he leans back on the bar top. “Or I could buy you a drink.”

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“Lady.. Pretty sure you wandered into the wrong seven eleven.” She stood out like a sore thumb, most women who dressed as nicely as she was didn’t exactly come into  convenience stores. “You lost?” 

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@tillhumanvxices gets sass and/or ass

He wasn’t sure that was her at first, she looks different outside of school, hair loose and her skirt far shorter than it had any business being. Nice stems though. He nearly calls that out to her but considers against it at the last moment. He figures she’d be less likely to address him if he led with something fresh. He settles for something almost innocent. 

“Ms. Watson.” 

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@daedaluscried gave their ♥ 

He looks up, the pages of Old Man and The Sea rustling closed with a gush of wind, effectively losing his place. It’s no big deal though and he’s more interested in the dark shadow that just blocked his light. “Do ya mind?”

[lyingbullets]

Starter Call. Please come and write with us. 

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power-of-innocence:

Jason Dean can’t flip people off, did you ever think about that? NO you’re too busy thinking about YOURSELF you selfish SHITS.

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sadderforit:

Look away look away look away or fuck– do something!! She begged it of herself, forcibly trying to drag her eyes away from the momentary connection, but those orders were by delayed a whole eternity, giving him time to raise a brow like a dare. Unfortunately his was a challenge she just wasn’t equipped to answer yet. The fact of the matter was that Paris had been well trained by parents who strictly ignored all that hinted at difference within her to move through life as invisibly as possible. So at the same time that it was a thrill to be seen– to possibly have been noticed and understood all in a matter of seconds, she simply wasn’t yet bold enough to engage beyond the nothing of their locked gazes.

Eventually even that fell away, her head finally ducking and returning her gaze to the floor. Class. She had to get going before she wound up in trouble stupidly. She shuffled on her way, purposefully ignoring everything except putting one foot in front of the other.

Honestly.. It’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to him all week and so he waits a few moments to see which way the younger teen is headed before he follows behind him. Luckily for him the boy is seated near the back and there’s a first desk just behind him. He slips into the chair, shifting until he’s comfortable and waits.  It isn’t like he doesn’t stick out. He’s pasty white, with floppy dark hair and the unmistakable trench coat of a goth prince. He stuck out like a sore thumb but how long before someone actually took notice? Wasn’t like he was missing anything important in his own class and who knew.. Maybe he’d actually learn something in this new setting. [ Probably not. Math was math. ] He’s almost convinced that he’d make it through the entirety of the lesson within being noticed. Wasn’t like the teacher seemed to care. 

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malwxre:

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School was another piece of bullshit he could do without, the endless machine churning out their perfect little clones. Sheep ready to follow the herd, lambs to slaughter. It made him wonder just how many creative minds were stamped out here, how many dreams were crushed. There’s moments when it gets him down, the futility of being the only one able to see through the fabric of their lies occasionally crushing. You couldn’t save everyone and most everyone sitting around him would think he was crazy if he started sounding off about conspiracy theories, wasn’t like he already had a reputation. 

Whatever, it’s another day of ignoring his lunch, his wandering gaze glancing off someone he didn’t recognise. Huh..Must be new, poor bastard. He wasn’t dressed to look popular, dark clothes and a darker coat, slouched in the corner like he could barely keep his eyes open.

He waits until the guy looks up before nodding, a sharp jerk of his chin that looked more like a twitch than anything else. You keep doing you homie.

How many schools did this make? If he’s being honest with himself, he’s probably lost count, since the explosion he hasn’t stay in any one place for longer than a few months. Usually people found out his deep, dark secret and he was booted from school before he could lay waste to their perfect illusions. It didn’t really bother him, meant he could keep to himself, the medication helped keep him level but it didn’t help that he’d always feel.. Out of place, like a void in their normalcy. He’s minding his own business this once, keeping his chin dropped and his eyes on his lunch but he feels a hot gaze and he finds himself more than a little curious and so he’s glancing up. He catches sight of the kid staring and his nod. It’s not one he entirely understands but he’s trying. He’s really trying. So he nods back. Just to acknowledge him. 

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Heathers: Character Trope Series: [ 2/? ] Jᴀsᴏɴ “J.D.” Dᴇᴀɴ.

       ❝ Now that you’re dead, what are you going to do with your life?.❞

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Is JD a tactile person?

Yes. Touch is something he was deprived of as a child and even as a preteen it wasn’t like his father ever hugged him. So it’s an issue that followed him into his teenage years. He always seem to have his hands full of something, from the smallest of items.He believes in the tangible. In an odd way it’s a connection to something he lost. You can’t see or feel a parents love but you can hold something in the palm of you hand. Even when all you do is move, hopping from one city to another.. There’s always going to be something to brush fingertips against. 

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sadderforit:

@lyingbullets || whoa dude

How long tall, pale, and EARRING WEARING GAY had been a part of her school was a thing Paris was NEVER going to know because New Yorkers minded their own business more than they did religion. A freshman, small, without much of a crew and only too easily clockable as effeminate and gay, she’s the bottom of the food chain. She goes about her day with her eyes on either her teachers or her own two feet, lest the wrong person get the wrong idea and shit get tragic. It’s just a fact of life, so deeply set in her (and those around her) that she thinks nothing of it– doesn’t even know it’s different anywhere else.

So only God knows why she picked her eyes up in the hall that day, but they landed on him and refused to budge. Her feet froze too for good measure, causing a minor glitch in the hallway rush between classes– she got bumped into, muttered at, even laughed at once a couple curious people followed her gaze, but none of it moved her. Not even the fact that he caught her staring and seemed wryly amused.

New York’s different than the rest, still another high school that smelt and looked the same, the bullshit still seemed to be the same. Maybe the flavor varied but not by much. Common practice was to keep in his own lane and he does that. He goes to school, goes to class and then hits the local Seven Eleven. [ Even that was bullshit. Why the fuck wasn’t there gas tanks attached? ] Convenience store dinner and a shushie. 

It’s really just part of his sad, pathetic life. Until one day there’s a change and he’s sharing the gaze of a younger teenager. Cute kid, he guesses, but it’s the look that amused Jason. He’s seen girls with that look before. Usually means trouble. Brow quirked in question he waits to see what the kid’s next move would be.