just a junkie preaching to the choir `OPEN

[jason adam levito]

Jason liked very few things, or that was the way it seemed. Things that Jason liked came in such small numbers, and when he liked something, he held onto it for dear life. Simple things that he could not hold onto, such as wind for example, he did not dare to miss out upon. Jason was not the outdoorsy type by any means, but windy, cool or even cold days were among the things that he loved. Even in the summer time when it was windy and one hundred something degrees, he loved to be outside.

The summer though was not a time he found himself fond of, he was not a fan of his skin bronzing or tanning the slightest. Which made him much more prone to the fall and winter months, when the sun was out less and he didn’t fret about his skin darkening; he preferred light skin, mainly because tattoos always looked best paired with light skin. Anyway, back to the topic at hand, Jason liked very few things and Jason liked wind. He found himself wandering around the Encore City Park, alone –something strange when paired with the name Jason Levito— with only his sketch book and a pencil in his hands. He had his phone –his almighty and trusty blackberry— safely within the back pocket of his ridiculously tight skinny jeans.

His jeans could have cut of the circulation of many men, and even some women with how tight they were, but thanks to his rather thin build his legs were just fine. He wore a studded belt through the majority of the loops of his black skinny jeans, he wore skater top vans with black and white checkers on them and a dark grey shirt that had the “love is the movement” writing on the front. Yes, his band was indeed a part of that; strangely enough he actually cared to do some good for about three weeks of his life. The rest of his life Jason has always found himself to be much more of a trouble maker. It’s in his nature as he believes, he knows his father was a trouble maker –and a psycho— so he is positive it runs in his veins.

There was no cigarette hanging between his pale pink lips, yet, but there was the smell of smoke on his clothes and hair. Not strong, just faint, honestly someone would have to be making out with the man to even notice the smell. What you could notice was that he was wearing cologne, damn good and probably expensive cologne at that. He looked like he always did; a rock star. Tattooed arms bare for the world to see, kohl lined eyes—although not every rock star has eyes that the world seems obsessed with talking about— and that perfect lengthy black hair styled in such a way that every scene guy wishes he had and every girl wishes she could run he fingers through.

As much as Jason was looking for peace and quiet to sketch random things that he saw to a way that he preferred, he wanted someone to come interrupt his solitude. He wanted a fan to come interrupt him and make him do something with himself. He wanted some woman, whom he would rather be good looking than not, ask him to go somewhere with him. Or if the chance presented himself, he would ask her. He usually hated the thought of fans bothering him, but today he wanted a fan to bother him, or someone that wasn’t a fan, either way, he wanted someone to just bother him. Well, they wouldn’t really be bothering him, they would really be entertaining him and waking him up from the comatose state he’s been living in for the past week, maybe even more than just the past week.

[ryann may simon]

The park was always the place to go for peace and a good time. Today was a day that Ryann was not at work and bored at home. Normally she would occupy herself by playing games all day, but she decided to take her two dogs to the park. They needed the exercise, considering they were practically chubby blobs with legs and a tail and barked. Not having a car seemed to aid this situation, though it did not aid many others. Ryann needed the exercise too, so it all worked out in the end.

Grabbing her trusty ipod, Ryann headed for the door of her tiny apartment with her dogs Pudge and Hercules following close behind her. Though they didn't stay long once outside of the apartment. The two raced down the stoop but that was about as far as they got. Ryann soon emerged and scolded the two, though was somewhat glad since she knew they were too tired to run off again. It was a nice little walk with the two dogs to the park. Wind and shade from trees had cooled them, which had overall been a nice feeling.

About ten minutes later the three arrived at the park. Ryann preferred playing on the kiddie-stuff but that would look really awkward, especially when there were kids there. So she took up the grassy field, where she attempted to play with her dogs. Pulling out a small squeaky ball, Ryann threw it as far as she could. Pudge and Hercules both took off for it, but Hercules had quickly realized that he would be defeated and retreated back to Ryann. Pudge eventually returned with the ball while Hercules had given up all together. "And Pudge is the winner!" Ryann wailed as she threw her arms up in the air. "As a bonus, Pudge-y, you get a hug~!" She scooped up the dog in a cradeling like fashion and twirled around before setting the pug down on the ground.

"Alright, next round! Annnnnnd... go!" Ryann tossed the ball once more but no dogs ran after it that time. She frowned and waited. Still nothing. "Oh come ooooon." The female groaned, rolling her eyes and beginning to walk after the ball. To occupy her time, Ryann decided to listen to her ipod. There was no one around to hear her, so it was all good, or at least that's what she thought. Upon returning to her two companions, she began to jump up and down, head bobbing and arms practically thrashing around.

"Down set, one, hut, hut, hike
Media, please
Let's hear it for America's sweethearts
But I must confess
I'm in love with my own sins~"

Ryann sang but was practically screaming it as she continued to hop around. Pudge had spun around as if he was dancing too, causing the female to let out a giggle and then continue singing. Yeah, today was a good day.

[jason adam levito]

Jason thought that the possibility of someone running around, singing, jumping up and down and trying to get two dogs to be very active was completely ludicrous. And that it did not and would not happen in real life. He was wrong. His eyes were completely locked onto the red head that was running around and singing and jumping while one dog spun around and the other, well Jason didn’t even notice there was another for quite some time. As a singer himself, he immediately judged the voice of the girl who was yelling yet still singing. Let’s just say he wasn’t appalled by it, but it wasn’t like he was going to run up to her and tell her she was the next super star either.

His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, still staring at her. He had completely abandoned his sketch book at this point and instead looked at the girl. He had wanted something to interrupt him and wake him up, and here it was. One of the sights he didn’t ever exactly expect to see. Standing up the singer walked towards the girl, “You do know that there are other people here, right?” Jason called to her while he approached closer.

What was strange was that in this situation Jason felt normal; he didn’t feel like a psychopath when he was watching some chick make a fool out of herself. Jason made a fool out of himself daily, but that didn’t matter to him, because the fool of himself that he made was nothing like this girl. He made a fool of himself by getting stoned repeatedly; she made a fool out herself by having a great time. The wind whipped at the black hair on his head, making it blow around wildly. “What’re your dogs’ names?” Jason asked, immediately jumping into a conversation.

He had wanted to woken from his comatose state of mind, and indeed he was.

[ryann may simon]

Ryann was enjoying herself quite well, still singing and dancing away without a care in the world. It was all just fine and dandy until one of her dogs barked, causing her to jump back in surpise. "Hercules!" Ryann hissed, turning off her ipod and getting herself to scold and chase the dog if needed when a human voice had caught her attention. Or, more like off guard. Once she caught sight of the other, she let out a small squeak and stumbling back. Now Ryann felt embarrassed and there was no point in attempting to cover it up. Rolling over once, she sat upright and stared at Jason.

"Yeah... and?" She responded rather bluntly but did not mean for it to be. Hazel eyes glanced from side to side before back at the male. "It's just us, so I don't see a problem with it. Besides... I don't think anyone in the world cares." Ryann shrugged in response, then grinned at the second question. Jumping up to her feet, she pointed at the pug. "This is Pudge! Sometimes I call him Pudge-y, and this is Hercules!" She paused to point at the english bulldog. "And I.. am Ryann!" Ryann beamed and threw her arms up in the air proudly though in reality, Ryann hated herself.

[jason adam levito]

Jason chuckled, shaking his head lightly at Ryann’s statement that no one cared. “You’d be surprised how many people would care.” Jason stated, a shrug falling from his slim shoulders. “I don’t care, but that guy— ” Jason said pointing at an older man jogging on the walkway. “He probably would.” Jason stated as-a-matter-of-factly even nodding his head for effect. He dropped his sketch book and pencil on the ground and flipped his hair out of his eyes, walking closer to Ryann and the dogs.

He couldn’t hold back the laugh when Ryann introduced herself and her dogs. He hadn’t seen a grown woman act more like a child for quite some time. Then again he was much more used to groupies then he was people like Ryann. “Ryann.” Jason repeated, trying to think of a reason why a mother would give a boys name to their daughter. Within a few seconds he didn’t care why any more. “I’m Jason.” He told her, she might have known his name and if she did he didn’t care. “I’m curious, do you have friends?” Jason asked rather bluntly.

ooc// i apologize for the shortness. DX

[ryann may simon]

Ryann had stared at the older man and made a face but giggled in response. Staring back at Jason, she smiled. "Jason? Cool name." Giving him the thumbs up, Ryann then sat herself down on the grass and said "I'm tired." She stretched and yawned before looking back up at the other. "See, the thing is, we will probably never see that guy again. I learned that if you want to be remembered, you do reall out there stuff. My thing just happens to be being a goofball." Another grin had sprawled across her face. But, her statement was somewhat true. The people that did the weird and the outgoing things always got remembered. It wasn't really in her nature to do that, but there was always something nice about running into some one and them going 'Hey, I remember you from somewhere!'

"Yes I have frien- Well, sort of- No, I don't have friends." Ryann made a face at her own response before she decided to explain herself. "Well, the thing is.. they say we're friends but they leave me at places and never invite me anywhere... I guess you can consider us "work friends" but I'm not even sure if that's accurate." A sigh escaped Ryann's lips as she fell onto her back and stretched once more. "Why? Do you got any friends? You seem like the type that has a lotta friends." Ah, poor dear Ryann. If only you knew.

[jason adam levito]

Jason listened to her and a smirk fell onto his lips as she spoke. For some reason he found that the desire that people wanted to be remembered was endlessly amusing. As she lay down on the grass he watched the old man jog. He was quite slow, but then again he looked like he was in his mid fifties. Jason didn’t ever want to be in his fifties, he’d rather be dead before forty. Some people were meant to die young; at least that was how Jason saw things. Then the thought occurred to him that just like Ryann he wanted to be remembered as well. He just didn’t want to be remembered as being old when he died, he wanted to die young. It was a selfish thought, Jason had a child.

“Why would you want a stranger to remember you though?” Jason asked her, the smirk still planted on his lips. The thought was still amusing him, the thought of wanting to be remembered. Even he himself wanted to be remembered. A huge part of him was glad that he got to be a normal guy today, Ryann didn’t know him, and if she did she sure as hell didn’t let it show. He liked that, he rarely got treated as a normal person any more. His friends treated him like a normal person, but the rest of the people wouldn’t. The world varied between hating him, loving him and not giving a shit about him. There was always an opinion on him, and when he found someone who thought he was just another person, he was excited by it.

“Some friends you got there,” Jason stated the sarcasm of his words lingering long after he said them. He looked like he had a lot of friends? That was probably the strangest thing he’d heard all week. “You can call all of them friends, most of them are just…” Jason stopped trying to think of a word to use to describe most of the people he knew that knew him. “Party goers.” The man finished, the smirk leaving his lips.

“I don’t even think you’ve stepped foot into a wild party, have you?”

[ryann may simon]

Ryann had merely shrugged in response at first before she thought about it. She had mix feelings over the idea. A part of her wanted to be known because she liked that atmosphere. But the other part of her hated being known. She didn't want everyone to know her business. Sadly, it seemed that that side was winning. No one remembered Ryann and no one cared. Maybe she needed to try harder? It didn't really matter anyway.

"I hate being left out and alone. I've always been that way and for once I just want some one to go 'Hey, you're Ryann Simon! Come on over and join us, we'd love to have you!' " Ryann let a sigh escape from her lips. It was all true, but she had become prepared to face and accept the fact that it would not turn out that way. "But that's not gonna happen, so I at least want a stranger to remember me. Maybe I'll see them one day in the future and they'll go 'you're that girl that dances all crazy with her dogs!' It's just a nice feeling, y'know?"

The mood of the conversation had almost drastically changed from more of the deep and meaningful thinking to excited talk about parties. Ryann shook her head in response, blinking a few times at Jason. "Parties aren't for me." Which was true, in some cases. Every party that Ryann was ever at, something bad always happened. It usually resulted in her driving her drunk 'friends' home or leaving them there. "Plus, genetically speaking, it's very easy for me to get addicted to stuff. After a while, the taste becomes like water." Oh how true. Ryann had her fair share of experiences with many different things and after a while, it all began to taste bland... not really having a taste anymore, which made it easier and easier to take it.