Post by jason adam levito on May 25, 2009 22:59:53 GMT -4
JASON ADAM LEVITO
[/color][/font]Heart of gold but it lost its pride
Beautiful veins and bloodshot eyes
I've seen your face in another light
Why'd you have to go and let it die?[/center]
I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD
[/color]BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
[/color]EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: jay only to people who are close to him. if he's in love with you, you can call him anything though.
SEX: male
AGE: twenty five
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual, but still expiremental
ETHNICITY: caucasion, british.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original[/color][/font][/ul]
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
[/color]AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font][/center]
HAIR: black, dark brown
EYES: ice blue
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'1, 157 lbs.
BODY TYPE: very slender, he has muscle but obviously not bulging.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Jason has quite a lot of tattoos; his arms are sleeved in various designs including the four glyph symbols of his band tattooed on the back of his neck, as well as on his right wrist to his elbow on his right arm. One of the many designs on his arms is a casket with the date of his brother’s death as well as his name. He three Japanese symbols just above his crotch mean "Passion Death Lust", the word 'CHAOS' tattooed on his abdomen and four Japanese symbols on his back that when loosely translated mean "Live Fast Die Young" He has two arrows tattooed on the back of both of his calves and another of the designs on his arms is a tattoo on the crook of his left elbow that is once again symbolic of his band. His tattoo collection will not stop there though, so don't expect it to. His knuckles have the words "fuck Life" on them. He is quite literally a tattoo addict.
He has a a scar that drags down from the back of his right shoulder to the end of his shoulder blade, it is from a knife that he was stabbed with by his father as a boy. He also has one gun shot scar on his back from a stupid night out, he doesn't think much of the two scars, though some people are shocked when they see them. Both of the scars are very painful looking even so many years after he received them.
And finally, the world has probably noticed the severe icy blue eyes of mister Jason Levito. Jason has developed one of the most fearsome stares on this planet in his life time, his eyes so cold and lifeless that it could be terrifying just to look into them, if you have a weak stomach. If you could imagine looking into the eyes of a serial killer as they talked about the joy they were able to get from the killings they had committed, you could feel something close to the look in Jason's frozen eyes. As beautiful as the blue of his eyes may be, Jason has the rare one in a billion stare that can chill to the bones. He can make almost anyone feel uncomfortable by looking at them and trying to catch their gaze, it takes time to adjust to the hazardously cold stare of Mister Levito and once you can accept the cold they behold, it is very easy to see the beauty beyond your initial thought, and it is very easy to see to the heart of the cold man who bares such frozen eyes.[/color][/font][/ul]
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
[/color]BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font][/center]
- women
- sex
- music
- guitar, piano, violin, drums, bass guitar, etc.
- drinking
- partying
- money
- drawing/sketching
- painting
- photography
- quiet
- cleanliness (to a point)
- animals
DISLIKES:
- george bush
- politics
- the press
- marriage/divorce
- homophobes
- doctors
- pychiatrists
- court
- rehabilitation centers
- a lack of cigarettes
- 'love'
- not being able to stay sober
- his medication
STRENGTHS:
- singing.
- writing.
- painting and drawing.
- lying/acting.
- he is quite the charmer..erm or a womanizer, hah!
WEAKNESSES:
- staying sober.
- controlling his anger.
- temptation [is a bitch].
- women, well good looking women.
- amber [his daughter].
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- can't help but chain smoke while driving, he could smoke a pack of cigarette in a 45 minute drive.
- licking his lips.
- flipping his hair... a lot.
- constantly writing lyrics, even if just in his head.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: If you’ve ever had the pleasure(or displeasure) of meeting mister Jason Levito, then you should know quite a lot of who the man in just by the few things that he said or didn’t say to you. Jason Levito upon first glance appears to be what you would find the perfect man, the perfect dream man. With his ebony hair and ivory skin paired up with hauntingly cold blue eyes Jason Levito could be the epitome of a beautiful man if your tastes call for it. If you’re lucky enough to learn more about Jason, it becomes easier to see the things that he really is. The real man that Jason Levito is is an angry, conceited bastard, an asshole, criminally insane, terminally sarcastic and cynical, strongly deceptive, rarely kind and above all an artistic and musical genius.
Jason Levito has a very severe and very strong hate for the world, and there hasn’t been a single person yet who could pinpoint what caused such anger to rage and thrive in a man with his luck and prosperity. Since he was a child, Jason had never been able to obtain a pure happiness and as he became a teenager he used drugs and anything to send him into a pit of artificial happiness. The boy became a story of pure devastation when he was only 9 years old and by the age of eleven his story took a turn of the worst and he became a sad story about a boy losing himself even further into drugs. Jason learned the tricks of the trade, and he knew he was talented even at the tender age of eleven years old. And thus his care for only himself began to root itself deep into his head.
As he grew up, the conceited boy he had become only became more and more conceited as girls began to throw themselves at him and he became the talk of his school. He was the kid everyone wanted to befriend because he was talented, he was beautiful and he was a junkie; just what every suburban kid thought was cool. His friends and family began to take the backseat in his life because they simply weren’t as important as he was. Thus he began to become isolated and cold, he isolated himself when he was just nine years old and depression took over and he wouldn’t fail to do it again and again over and over. Jason was a very angry, angsty and pessimistic kind of person from a very young age and it grew worse and threatened his sanity even more as he got older.
Jason grew up in a household where his step-father was always away making money and the money he made was always more important to a mother than her children ever would be. Jason grew up in a cold home, and it didn’t ever occur to him that his coldness to others was a bad sign because one, he didn’t care and two, he liked how he was. If he was an asshole, so be it.
As a child, Jason Levito had to be put on a lot of medication for the things he would do. When a child refuses to speak for more than a year, psychiatrists of course will bullshit his family until they load him on medication which will only starve the growing monster of insanity in his mind. Jason finds death and tragedy beautiful because of his fathers suicide, Jason discovered during his 18 months of silence that he like pain, he liked tragedy even as sick as it was. What he didn’t like was the blood he could feel on his skin, sliding down his back along with the knife in him. He hallucinated and suffered from episodes of psychosis and because of this, Jason was declared criminally insane at the age of ten years old and it only became worse with drug abuse. When the drugs didn’t stop the hallucinations, the thoughts and the noises Jason used his music and art as a way to let it out.
His creativity flourished when he was on drugs and his talent not only got more intriguing but became much darker when he was stoned (which was always). Jason used his drawings as a way to show people what he saw, and he used his music to show the world what was wrong with him even if to him, there was nothing wrong. The things he did showed the whole world that he was crying for help, but he had lied so much to himself that the help he ‘cried out for’ wasn’t at all real to him because he saw nothing wrong with himself. He was a drug addict and he was fine with that, it wasn’t until he was forced by a judge to an institution that he even admitted to having a problem with drugs and depression.
The drugs that Jason has taken all through out his life have made it increasingly difficult to control the anger that rages within him. Yes, Jason does suffer from anger management problems, he can barely control himself when he loses his temper and you can ask anyone who really knows Jason, in particular you can ask Shannon Savage to tell you of how brutal Jason Levito does get when he can't control his rage. Even when he is restrained he can get the anger out, and most of the time the anger is taken out on himself. His masochistic side often appears when his temper is out the window, he'll punch a brick wall and break his hand, he'll break a glass and make sure to carry the glass in his fist.
Through all the hell he brought up, there is a side to Jason Levito that has a care in the world for what people think and what he does to people. He doesn’t know how to express when he cares, or how to express if he loves someone. He tried with people before, using music as an expression of love and kindness and when that failed he tried to show a softer side and that only resulted in further devastation feeding the beast of depression that burns in his heart. Jason has learned over the past years of how to better control himself in public and around people but in no means does that not mean that the true asshole of Jason Levito hasn't failed to show himself. Jason isn't ashamed of how much of an asshole he is, most of the time he doesn't even realize it. When Jason's sober and on his medication, he can be a nice-ish kind of guy, well he can be tolerable. He laughs more, smiles more and is so much friendlier on his medication and sober which makes it even easier to tell when he's gone off on a binge drug spree.
Now back onto the drugs, Jason has been titled a recovering drug addict for much of the past two years of his life and now faces the challenge of not only staying sober but the fact that he is a binge addict at this point. He can be sober for days, weeks, months and maybe one day years and one little thing or some big thing can set him off and he'll be stoned for days, or weeks, or months all over again. It's a very hard thing for the people who love him to watch because he could disappear for days and just be off on drugs. [/color][/font][/ul]
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
[/color]MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font][/center]
`mother;;
Marilyn Levito-Creighton
40 years old
stay at home wife.
` father;;
Shane Kennedy
would be 43
deceased
`step-father;;
Tristan Creighton
49 years old
Arms Dealer.
Marilyn Levito-Creighton
40 years old
stay at home wife.
` father;;
Shane Kennedy
would be 43
deceased
`step-father;;
Tristan Creighton
49 years old
Arms Dealer.
SIBLINGS:
`half brother;;
Lucas Creighton
deceased at 15 years old.
`half sister;;
Alaina Creighton
19 years old
fashion model
`half sister;;
Katelyn Creighton
17 years old
aspiring actress/model
Lucas Creighton
deceased at 15 years old.
`half sister;;
Alaina Creighton
19 years old
fashion model
`half sister;;
Katelyn Creighton
17 years old
aspiring actress/model
OTHER FAMILY:
`ex wife;;
Casey Evans-Levito
21 Years old
Aspiring Model
`daughter;;
Amber Lynne Levito
3 1/2 Years old
Casey Evans-Levito
21 Years old
Aspiring Model
`daughter;;
Amber Lynne Levito
3 1/2 Years old
PETS: Jason has three dogs, two cocker spaniels a buff two year old named Lucie and a black cocker spaniel named Jackson. He also has a Siberian husky named Judas
OVERALL HISTORY: Seventeen years old, single and pregnant. The situation is never looked upon as a good situation and there was no changing that Marilyn Levito was expecting a baby. She was bent on adoption because she couldn’t live with herself if she were to abort a child. Her mother supported her and so did her mother’s boyfriend, they offered to pay the medical expenses and everything. Her mother of course wanted to know how this could have happened and who the father was and yes Lynne Levito was disappointed to hear that her daughter had slept with a stranger and it resulted in a love child. The teenager’s pregnancy was cut short when the baby was born at 28 weeks gestation. The baby, a little boy, remained nameless for a full week because the child’s teenage mother had yet to decide on adoption or not. The new seventeen year old mother made a brave decision and chose to keep her son, naming him Jason Adam Levito. Her son was kept in the hospital three weeks after his original due date because of his short time in the womb.
Marilyn married three years after her son was born, and she didn’t fail to marry a very, very wealthy man. Tristan Creighton and his new wife had spoken about Tristan adopting her young son, but it had never happened. Tristan and Marilyn had three children together, one of whom passed away of Leukemia. Through Jason’s childhood, he was introduced to music at an early age by his grandmother Lynne. He began learning to play the guitar by the tender age of three years old, by seven he was playing the guitar and learning to play piano and violin. His childhood remained uneventful save for his developing talent for music, until he was nine years old.
Shane Kennedy had contacted Marilyn about seeing his son for the first time when Jason was nine years old, for the past nine years Shane had been very well aware that he had a son yet showed no desire to ever have a part in the child’s life. It was only that time that he expressed any interest in seeing him. Jason and Shane went out for a weekend, and the only thing that happened next led to many questions. What kind of a father would put a gun to his sons head before turning it on himself? After his fathers suicide in front of the nine year old Jason Levito’s eyes- the boy went mute for more than a year. He spoke through music. He didn’t respond to writing, he would listen to others; though rarely as it was, it was the only hope the family had of ever hearing the boy speak again. After sixteen months of devastating silence, Jason slowly began to cease his comatose state and resumed his life, pretending to be a normal child and ignoring the questions he was asked about why he hadn’t spoken for so long.
When the drugs had become a part of his life isn’t certain, but it must have somewhere between the ages of eleven and thirteen. Then the psychological problems began to make their appearance when Jason was a mere fourteen years old. The same year that his younger brother passed away, the same year that he and a new friend started playing music together. The next year, the music they played together had gotten noticed by people around London. The band called Autumn Falls began to make its break through to the public, the front man and lead vocalist a mere fifteen years old. The band began to really break out the next year, after their move from London to New York City. Because none of the four teenagers’ parents supported their sons going to New York City the boys had little money to live off of and actually lived in and out of shelters and on the street.
Jason played guitar in and around Time Square for money, and they soon they began playing shows and getting paid as their fan base started to grow stronger. They were working on a CD and slowly chipping away at the many songs that Jason had been able to write for them. It wasn't long after New York City accepted Autumn Falls that the rest of the world began to hear about Autumn Falls and the cult that was growing behind them. They sprung off and went touring, Jason had a girlfriend, Janell Stone, but that didn't stop him from sleeping with groupie after groupie after groupie. He was obsessed with and addicted to sex. The second album was released when Jason was 19 years old, and at this time Autumn Falls had what had been call a ‘cult following’. Jason was supposed to have been married by then, but Janell had left him. It's a mystery that only Jason knows what really happened. She left him, even after everything he'd done for her. In his eyes, the cheating should have been nothing. He killed a man to protect her, but the murder that fell upon his hands was only returned in her leaving him.
Jason had money, he had talent, he had looks, he had fame... he needed nothing more but he wanted more. He wanted more cocaine, wanted more sex, wanted more this, and wanted more that. It got to the point that cocaine was his sole factor in keeping himself from suicide, his whole life he had an interest in guns, but after his twentieth birthday, his interest became an obsession. Autumn Falls was the turning into the new Nirvana, and he was bound to be the next Kurt Cobain if he kept going at it like this. He overdosed, it was a suicide attempt, he was saved; he wanted nothing more than to die after being saved before. He overdosed again, this time with cocaine, his live was saved once again and this time he was pushing the limits. He faked being better so that he wouldn't be sent to an asylum; it worked, for a few months... Jason's addiction grew worse and began to sky rocket to the point that he was falling into a tango with the monster.
Crank.
He wanted it, he craved it, he loved it. It was almost as good as cocaine, sex and alcohol together. He was twenty one, he was young, he was famous, he was beautiful, he was loved, he was hated, he was rich, he was a rock star and still all he wanted was to die. He wanted to kill himself, and his drive to kill himself led him to want to kill others. It was too simple for him, and living just wasn't worth it. But if he couldn't off himself then it was time to turn on the others. He tried to kill the drummer of his band, Shannon Savage. His closest friend, the only person he truly trusted, Jason wanted to kill the only person that understood him. Shannon never told a soul about it, and to this day he doesn't think that Jason remembers trying to kill him. Shannon still thinks Jason was stoned out of his mind, but Jason remembers every single detail. And he'd probably love to relive it and succeed, just maybe not in killing his best friend. Something sick in Jason's head does want to see a human life ended at his hands, yet his drugs keep him from acting on that impulse. If he can’t die himself, he’s manipulated himself to think others should die for him.
Jason was twenty one years old when he met Casey Evans. It's a wonder what she did to him to make him think that he was in love, but it was a matter of time before he and Casey were married, exactly four months after meeting the couple married in Waikiki while Autumn Falls was there on a two day break from touring. The wedding was small and only attended by the other band members and a few of the roadies. The relationship was based on money, drugs and sex. Jason was smitten and blinded by 'love'; he didn't love her, he loved the thought of her. She played off as loving him, but it was a facade that not many people believed. Casey didn't love Jason for the man he was; she loved Jason because of his money, his looks, and his fame. She cared about him and she worried about him while he began to decline even further. That March Jason was rushed to a hospital in Rome after overdosing on a combination of cocaine, alcohol and morphine. He was placed on suicide watch shortly after admittance into the hospital. Two days after he was placed on suicide watch, Jason was suddenly checked out of the hospital and the tabloids could not get enough of the news. The fact that a man put on suicide watch after previous attempts at suicide would be released within 48 hours was completely baffling the press, and getting them a load of cash at the same time. The twenty one year old continued touring, with no more publicly displayed problems.
The whole world and everyone that knew Jason knew that he was a drug addict, he still abused cocaine and morphine and his steady love for alcohol was becoming a worry and fear from his family, friends and wife. Casey had developed feelings for Jason, but not as a lover, as her best friend. She worried for his safety, and her worries and fear quickly shot up when his alcoholism became very strong. He continued touring and the quality of his performance began to decline the deeper he got into drugs and alcohol. In November 2006 Jason attempted suicide for the third time in four years, he would have died if Casey hadn't found him at the time she did. Jason was unconscious and barely breathing clutching a bottle of Skyy Vodka and a bottle of prescription pills that was filled just hours before, completely empty at his side. Jason was rushed to the hospital and his stomach was pumped and he was placed on suicide watch where he was kept in the hospital for three weeks before his lawyers were able to get him released the hospital.
Upon his release, it became clear to Casey the extent of Jason's problem. He was so numb to emotion that he no longer cared about anyone, and he didn't care anything about himself. Casey filed for divorce claiming to the public that she could no longer watch Jason kill himself. The truth of the matter was she couldn't handle the severe emotional and mental trauma Jason had, she also sold out to the media that Jason had several mental illnesses. She also claimed to the press that Jason had caused severe mental and emotional trauma to her as well as himself.
When the divorce was finalized it appeared to the world that the singer could not get any deeper into the hell hole he had dug up for himself. They were wrong because Jason of course had returned to his old friend, crank. He was strung out for weeks and missed multiple tour dates before he was considered to a missing person and when he was finally located he was sent to rehab where he stayed for seven months, and when he was released there was little to no hope that he would stay sober for longer than a week, and that thought was proved to be correct. Within five days, Jason had found himself picking up a bottle of booze and drinking himself into a stupor, and within a month he was fixing his problems with his all trusty cocaine. Now two years later, Jason has seemed to make a recovery and a full comeback to popularity and now only struggles with temptation… well that’s what the world thinks at least. Jason is what is known as a binge addict, and he and Shannon are learning what keeps him stable and what doesn't through trail and error.
Now onto one more topic, three and a half years ago Jason Levito became a father, the one thing he feared most. He had dated his best friend, Matt Williams' sister Ainsley for seven months and they broke up after a fight and a few weeks later Ainsely contacted Jason to tell him that she was pregnant. He of course tried to deny that the child was his, like any young man that didn't want a child would do but as it turned out he came to some what accept that he was going to have a child. A few weeks after he was told he was going to be a father, Jason married Casey Evans and she seemed to be fine with the fact that Jason was going to have a child. Jason on the other hand was losing his mind over the thought of being a father. When the day finally came reality hit him and he, like almost any other new father, fell in love with his child. A blue eyed girl who was named Amber Lynne Levito. Jason insisted her middle name be Lynne after his grandmother, who was the woman who introduced him to music as a child, and from then on even through his struggles with drugs and divorce Jason has fought to at least keep visitation with his daughter, and in the past year has been given Joint Custody of her. [/color][/font][/ul]
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
[/color]LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Who do you think you are, staring at me like that? Why do you do that, you fucking bastard. I hate you, I’d much rather kill you before anything else. I. am. not. something. to. eat. I swear to your god that if you look at me like that again, you’ll be kissing your ass goodnight tonight. This whole time, you just stare at me, you can’t look through me if that’s what you’re trying to do you stupid bastard. There is no reason behind your staring at me, it’s unnecessary and it’s going to piss me off. Do you want your pretty little face bashed in?
Why couldn’t he control himself, even on all the medication, nothing could control him. If Jason could not control himself, why did people believe that anything else could control him? When he stopped taking the medication, he would be arrested, he would be behind bars because he’s been bound by a judge to be put on medication and if the reason were called, to be put on sedatives. He wasn’t a madman, so why did they treat him as so? Anger management was treatable; it was a natural instinct to become angry and defensive, especially when he was provoked. They way he was being provoked right now, maybe Logan didn’t realize that within his man there was something forming that was deadly, very deadly. He was on so much medication and here he found himself acting as if he weren’t on medication and was only half of the nutcase he had become. That’s what will happen to a man when as a child he witnesses something horrifying enough to mute him for more than a year. The whole rational and sane part of his being had deteriorated when he was a child, and the deterioration and destruction of everything moral and sane within him only further fell as he got older, and experienced more.
They call him crazy. They don’t understand what he is. He’s angry, he’s always been angry. He’s been angry since his father decided that he would dig a knife into his shoulder and rip the skin, muscles and tendons while pulling the knife half way down his back. He’s been angry since his father put the barrel of a handgun on his forehead and didn’t pull the trigger, even after he had begged that he did the right thing and put him out the excruciating pain from the knife wound. Could you imagine a nine year old boy begging for his father to shoot him, to kill him? He had been angry ever since his father had turned the gun on himself and that sick, disgusting smirk danced on his lips as he pulled the trigger. That same sick smirk that Jason now wore that exact same sick smirk that had caused so much pain to rise from hell over Jason’s lifetime. Jason had been angry since he took the bullet for Janell; and didn’t die. His anger was never-ending and only grew; it was never going to be tamed just as he would never be tamed.
Casey realized that, and she did the right thing and got away as fast as she could. She realized that Jason was simply hopeless; there was no helping him because he didn’t want the help. He had everything he could have ever hoped he would have and it was never satisfying, he never had what he wanted. He’d had what he wished to have in the palm of his hands and like sanity from a mad men, it was ripped right out of his hands. The way it felt in his grasp was so perfect, he wanted it more than anything, he could have tried anything to get to again, and he knew something—someone— would always be there to stop him. Divine intervention as the media called it, why did they continue to save him after all of the times he tried to make it clear he didn’t want to be saved?
Jason nodded, icy eyes narrowing as he looked at Logan. He didn’t know what to expect, was he going to fucking jump on him, jump at the chance to touch him because he had no realize who he was? If he did that, this guy would be as good as dead. His eyes danced dangerously as he looked at Logan, and that sick smirk found its way tauntingly on his lips, returning to laugh in Jason’s face that he couldn’t win. “A monster, am I?” Jason asked, entertained by the thought of it. “How’d you figure that out, a fucking magazine?” He hissed the last word, venom dripping off of his tongue as he spoke. Jason liked the idea of cutting the bullshit. He was a fan, was he, but not of his music. Then of what? Immediately he began to think that he was a fan of his looks, but he figured that this guy was much more interested of what was inside his head rather then on his body.
“I like the cold.” Jason said, his eyes on Logan’s face, that danger didn’t fail to leave. It danced in his eyes, promising that there was no safety and solace within his bones. “If you are cold, we can go somewhere warmer then.” Jason said, his voice taunting as he spoke, his lips pulled into the smirk. That little smirk that even scared the shit out of Jason’s very own mother, the poor woman knowing she had a child that was likely something risen from hell rather than fallen from heaven. Something in Jason knew that this smirk would not disturb Logan very much, he knew they were similar. He understood now, he called him brother for fuck’s sake. They shared something that was rare to come across. He had discarded his cigarette by now and he walked to the bench and picked up his sketch book, closing the book which contained distorted images of everyday things. ”Where do you want to go?
Why was he being so hospitable?
Why couldn’t he control himself, even on all the medication, nothing could control him. If Jason could not control himself, why did people believe that anything else could control him? When he stopped taking the medication, he would be arrested, he would be behind bars because he’s been bound by a judge to be put on medication and if the reason were called, to be put on sedatives. He wasn’t a madman, so why did they treat him as so? Anger management was treatable; it was a natural instinct to become angry and defensive, especially when he was provoked. They way he was being provoked right now, maybe Logan didn’t realize that within his man there was something forming that was deadly, very deadly. He was on so much medication and here he found himself acting as if he weren’t on medication and was only half of the nutcase he had become. That’s what will happen to a man when as a child he witnesses something horrifying enough to mute him for more than a year. The whole rational and sane part of his being had deteriorated when he was a child, and the deterioration and destruction of everything moral and sane within him only further fell as he got older, and experienced more.
They call him crazy. They don’t understand what he is. He’s angry, he’s always been angry. He’s been angry since his father decided that he would dig a knife into his shoulder and rip the skin, muscles and tendons while pulling the knife half way down his back. He’s been angry since his father put the barrel of a handgun on his forehead and didn’t pull the trigger, even after he had begged that he did the right thing and put him out the excruciating pain from the knife wound. Could you imagine a nine year old boy begging for his father to shoot him, to kill him? He had been angry ever since his father had turned the gun on himself and that sick, disgusting smirk danced on his lips as he pulled the trigger. That same sick smirk that Jason now wore that exact same sick smirk that had caused so much pain to rise from hell over Jason’s lifetime. Jason had been angry since he took the bullet for Janell; and didn’t die. His anger was never-ending and only grew; it was never going to be tamed just as he would never be tamed.
Casey realized that, and she did the right thing and got away as fast as she could. She realized that Jason was simply hopeless; there was no helping him because he didn’t want the help. He had everything he could have ever hoped he would have and it was never satisfying, he never had what he wanted. He’d had what he wished to have in the palm of his hands and like sanity from a mad men, it was ripped right out of his hands. The way it felt in his grasp was so perfect, he wanted it more than anything, he could have tried anything to get to again, and he knew something—someone— would always be there to stop him. Divine intervention as the media called it, why did they continue to save him after all of the times he tried to make it clear he didn’t want to be saved?
Jason nodded, icy eyes narrowing as he looked at Logan. He didn’t know what to expect, was he going to fucking jump on him, jump at the chance to touch him because he had no realize who he was? If he did that, this guy would be as good as dead. His eyes danced dangerously as he looked at Logan, and that sick smirk found its way tauntingly on his lips, returning to laugh in Jason’s face that he couldn’t win. “A monster, am I?” Jason asked, entertained by the thought of it. “How’d you figure that out, a fucking magazine?” He hissed the last word, venom dripping off of his tongue as he spoke. Jason liked the idea of cutting the bullshit. He was a fan, was he, but not of his music. Then of what? Immediately he began to think that he was a fan of his looks, but he figured that this guy was much more interested of what was inside his head rather then on his body.
“I like the cold.” Jason said, his eyes on Logan’s face, that danger didn’t fail to leave. It danced in his eyes, promising that there was no safety and solace within his bones. “If you are cold, we can go somewhere warmer then.” Jason said, his voice taunting as he spoke, his lips pulled into the smirk. That little smirk that even scared the shit out of Jason’s very own mother, the poor woman knowing she had a child that was likely something risen from hell rather than fallen from heaven. Something in Jason knew that this smirk would not disturb Logan very much, he knew they were similar. He understood now, he called him brother for fuck’s sake. They shared something that was rare to come across. He had discarded his cigarette by now and he walked to the bench and picked up his sketch book, closing the book which contained distorted images of everyday things. ”Where do you want to go?
Why was he being so hospitable?