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Post by JASON BLACKWELL on Oct 7, 2011 20:46:53 GMT -5
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Jason Thomas Blackwell was a stressed individual. Between grading papers, attempting to fix up the lives of his students, getting into arguments with those students and covering up the fact that he was gay, he hardly had any time to himself. And for a young man of twenty four years, alone time was something he needed every now and then.
After grading a stack of papers he had assigned to his students, Jason sighed heavily, pulling himself from his office chair and walking back to his room in search of a pair of sneakers. Walking alone wasn't something he did frequently, but it was something he did recreationally if he felt the need. And tonight, he felt the need. After slipping on his puma's, Jason went to the fridge to fetch himself a cold one and then proceeded to exit his apartment, locking it behind him.
The young man made his way down one, two, three flights of stairs until he reached the bottom. Taking a sip of the beer, he continued down the pavement finding his way to the sidewalks of New York City. The night air was cold but he didn't mind. In his t-shirt and jeans, Jason felt fine and was even prompted to smile faintly into the moonlight.
There were no others around him as his heavy steps thudded against the concrete. All the way to wherever it was he was headed, Jason was taking frequent sips from his beer. On most occasions he wasn't a drinker but he didn't mind getting himself a bit under the influence to relieve his stress.
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Post by LUNA RENEE ROMANO on Oct 7, 2011 21:48:14 GMT -5
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New York City wasn't a place to walk around in clothes that she would probably end up in.
She was tipsy and that almost involved a date rape drug, but she got away with half of her shirt, leggings disappeared and bare footed. She kicked the guy in the nuts and started, or attempted to walk home. That was until someone came behind her, that scared her causing her to jump then tripping on a tree branch and hitting her head.
Pain shot through her head and she wasn't sure what to do. She knew that her current outfit showed her latest markings from trying to attempt suicide. Old cuts, new cuts and bruises. Not to mention all the markings from her past. She was getting really sleepy so she was starting to doze off. notes // back to you, ari(: // tagged // Jason&Ari // outfit // clicky |
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Post by JASON BLACKWELL on Oct 10, 2011 16:31:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all…
As his walk continued, Jason noted the unusual silence that filled the space around him. Sure, there was the hum of a car's engine somewhere in the near vicinity but he was in New York City. Shouldn't there have been more sounds happening around him. He was used to the sounds of people somewhere near, and cars whizzing and whirling, the horns blaring and the sirens from some type of emergency vehicle as well. But tonight, it seemed like the city had died, and for some reason, Jason Blackwell was comforted.
However, the silence didn't last long and Jason thought to himself with a smirk that all good things came to an end. Picking up his pace, he wondered what the sound was. it seemed to be coming from an alley way not too far ahead of him, a sort of bristling sound like an animal attempting move around.
As he grew nearer and nearer, Jason realized that whatever was making the noise was much larger than an animal. Soon, he was afraid. Slowly, ever so slowly, he tiptoed near the alley-way and peered in. What he saw surprised him.
There was no animal scrounging around in the trash bin like he had expected, only one of his students. His eyes widened. Actually, he had been hoping to avoid them tonight. Not that Jason --Mr. Blackwell to his students-- didn't care for his students. He did and he became far too involved in their lives. But seeing her there, tossing and turning in the alley, sleep in her grasps and her clothes nearly gone as well as her shoes, he was shocked. Quickly, Jason rushed to her side.
It was Luna Romano, a girl he hadn't ever gotten too close to but someone he knew from class. She looked like she had had a rough night. "Hey, Luna! What are you doing out here? Are you alright?" he asked, knowing there had to be a good reason behind this.
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Post by LUNA RENEE ROMANO on Oct 16, 2011 14:34:42 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/Flames_from_Fire_Wallpaper_18.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames let it burn That feeling was coming again, it was only a matter of time before some drunken bastard was going to take advantage of her again. There was a point where she would complain about it to her father but that didn't help better the situation at home, it made it worse, much worse, in fact. She hadn't had her eyes closed for long when she started hearing footsteps closer, she knew if she got up now that her head would start pounding for several reasons.
Hearing a familiar voice, her eyes opened slowly, "I'm okay." she whispered, with her accent flowing through. She realized what he asked and she gave him a slight smile, "I was trying to find where I live for now.." she trailed off. It was only a matter of time before her and Mac became truly homeless. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position.
She wasn't going to let this guy know to much about her. He had already heard about the party she had took apart of along with her friends and some other people. She noticed that this guy worried to much and by the look in his eyes, he was in hiding. But for what? Well he better hope that she didn't figure it out without him telling her.
Freezing, well not really but she was chilly from wearing half of her shirt, mini skirt and was missing her leggings. She was also missing her jacket to cover her recent cuts from earlier that day. There was a few that had blood seeping through, she slowly bit her lip cause she already knew that this dude would spot them since she didn't have her jacket, that she wanted to have on, so badly. notes // back to you, ari(: // tagged // Jason&Ari // outfit // clicky |
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Post by JASON BLACKWELL on Oct 17, 2011 18:31:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all…
Jason bit his lip, looking at the girl's badly beaten looking body. She was missing most of her clothing, he could tell that much and...what was that? Blood? Jason's blue eyes widened as he helped her sit up from her spot on the ground. Garbage from the dumpster was scattered around the two.
Getting a closer look at her, Jason eyed the cuts that littered Luna's thin, pale arms. Some of the were bleeding which is where, he assumed, the blood he had seen was coming from. What were all of those cuts doing on her arms? He frowned, looking away for a moment. They were obviously self inflicted which made the young man cringe even more. What could possibly have been so bad in these kids lives that they all felt the need to do something terrible to themselves?
He sighed, looking back at her once again. "Luna, you're not okay. Who am I calling to pick you up? You're coming with me and we're going to clean you up and get you someplace safe. What happened here?" he asked, helping her to her feet. What a mess.
Why, oh why, was he always finding himself in these situations?
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Post by LUNA RENEE ROMANO on Oct 18, 2011 8:52:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/Flames_from_Fire_Wallpaper_18.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames let it burn Feeling a hand placed upon her back, helping her back into a sitting position was completely weird to her. No one usually helped her do anything; except for her best friend, Mackenzie. He was a pretty amazing person. She had to admit that if she ever felt like no one loved her that she had to force herself to kill that feeling cause she always had her best friend.
Luna kept a careful gaze on this man, Jason Blackwell, she knew he worked at the school but she was not a fool when it came to disguises. But she, also, had a habit of doing this thing during the wrong time and when the right time came, she would be to scared to move. Her biological father raised a coward was what he would have said, well that's nicest way possible for him.
The garbage didn't really bother her, she already felt lower than dirt so what more could someone ask for is trash to sleep in, right? She knew she had fresh cuts but old scars linger from herself and from well...just take a guess.
Hearing Jason's comment, she looked back over at him with a distinct look, "I'm fine, i've been in way worse situations. This isn't anything compared to most stuff out there." she responded, almost automatically. Then she tilted her head, "Coming with you?" she repeated almost as if she couldn't believe it. She also didn't realize that she didn't even answer the question on who he was calling to come get her but it did resort for her trying to get in touch with Lexi. notes // back to you, ari(: // tagged // Jason&Ari // outfit // clicky |
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