give it up OPEN gotohell

[jason adam levito]

WE LOVE OUR TRAGEDIES
when they're broken in their own little ways

People wonder what it is like to suffer from severe depression, and to be honest, very few people do suffer from depression at all. Because of the way that society and life has evolved, anyone with a problem at all finds themselves walking up to a pharmacist with a prescription for anti-depressants in their hands when they don’t need it at all while the psycho waltzing sanely down the aisles of the same pharmacy need the medication but would never get it because they would never submit themselves to it. Those people don’t want medication to make them feel a false sense of security, happiness and worthiness. Those people don’t want help; they want something more absolute, something sure to make everything go away. People now do not understand what it is like to stare at the frozen waters of a lake and realize how much they would benefit from submerging themselves ten feet below the surface of the water and letting their bodies scream and burn with the deprivation of oxygen while their minds would settle and finally feel released and freed from the bonds that held them captive to the world that they despised and seemed to equally despise them.

It didn’t matter who they were, they could be a young woman whose family was in a car accident and her death was the only death that was left behind, it could be a young man whose family gave him hell because he was the oldest child therefore must be responsible for the actions and reactions of his younger siblings, it could be an old woman who in her prime had everything—looks, beauty, money…talent—but became wasted with crash diets and diet pills and wound up on the streets; waiting at hotels for some tourist to come by and make their day worth living, it could be an old man who lived on the streets because he lost his house because his company fell through the small cracks that helped seal it at the beginning of its growth, or it could be the man who had everything; looks, talent, money, women, ‘friends’ and fans—or people just to bow and feel inferior in and out of his presence—that would stare at that water and feel the ever growing temptation to sink below the surface and to never again emerge as the same person breathing with the same lungs, seeing with the same eyes and living in the same body.

When he was a child, Jason didn’t understand why people would take their own lives. When Jason Levito was once an innocent boy, he didn’t see reason behind a man putting a gun to his head and pulling the trigger, he didn’t understand why someone would tie a noose to the ceiling and around their neck and make a leap of faith only to know their neck would snap and they would suffocate, he didn’t understand why someone would take a blade to their veins and cut until the deep blood drained from their bodies, he didn’t know why people would look at a window and acknowledge the road eleven stories below them—or even two—and jump into the unwelcoming, dangerous hands of asphalt. These things changed many years before this young boy was even a teenager. When Jason Levito was nine years old, he began to understand why someone would want to put a gun to their skull and pull the trigger, he could understand jumping into a noose or onto the ground; he saw reason in spilling your own blood until your heart could no longer beat. Young as he was, Jason did not want to know these things, Jason wanted the knife in his shoulder and back to have meant nothing and been a terrible dream. This would never be true, and this would shape the monster that this man slowly became.

Jason believed that drugs would make the hallucinations and the dreams stop. Jason believed that as long as he was numb that physical pains in his body from the depression would go away and he wouldn’t feel them. Jason was sure that as long as he didn’t know what he was doing, why he was doing it, or where he was, that nothing could touch him because he would be too high up to be grasped by the hands of the things that lived in the dark side of life. Those things reached him, the tips of their fingers burning his pale skin, tearing pink angry scars into his body, and he covered them well. He tattooed over these ‘burns’ and these ‘scars’ he drank himself into a stupor anytime he was near alcohol, he would take as many pills as he could get his hands on hoping this would be just the combination to take him out, he would snort as much cocaine as he could in order to make him so numb that he could have his body split into eight pieces and he wouldn’t feel anything until he wanted to feel it.

Jason sat on one of the many ‘beaches’ of Lake Lanier, enjoying how deserted the area was. Who really wanted to be at the lake in the middle of January with the winds that felt arctic blasting on your skin and with unwelcoming grey skies? Jason wanted to be there, because he liked the way the winds made his skin shiver, he liked the way that he was basically alone for miles on each side. He liked that here, he could disappear and it could take days until people were even able to begin to locate where he was(had been). The singer sat with his legs bent in black skinny jeans with older converse on, and his shirt and jacket lying in a pile fifteen feet from where he stood with his arms wrapped around his knees. The outline of his spine protruded the skin on his back softly and his ribs were clear and easy to see the closer someone could get to him. His eyes were blank and focused on the lapping water. His hair moved with the wind and his skin was beginning to turn red because of the arctic feelings winds that came his way. This day was one of the coldest so far of the year and was probably a record breaking cold, it was in the teens that was all Jason knew. He also knew that if the air was as cold as it was, the water must have been so much colder, and he wondered what would kill him first if he were to go in. Hypothermia or suffocation?

[haven marie woods]

Oh baby when
they made me
they broke the mold

Haven had no idea what's called her to the beach today,
but wahtever it was she went with it and here she was, at
the beach. It was freezing outside. Chilling winds whipped
in off the water. Her ebony locks danced wildly behind her
in the wind. She shivered. "Fuck it's cold as hell out here!"
She pulled her jacket tightly around her. Her teeth
chattered together. She grabbed her hood and pulled it
up over her ears. It helped a little. She stopped for a minute
and looked out onto the open water. Lately something had
been getting to Haven. She was getting kind of depressed,
but she had no idea why. She just had slowly been slipping
into darkness. She couldn't fight it either, but she could hide
it if nothing else. That's exactly what she planned to do. Her
icy blue eyes focused on a dark cloud over the water.
She watched it race through the sky. It soon made it across
the water, Haven lost interest. She sighed and pulled out
a cigarette. She lit it up even in the crazy wind. She brought
it to her lips and pulled in a rewarding drag. She sighed
happily as the smoke exited her lungs. She held the cancer
stick between her left index and middle finger. Her other hand
stayed warm in her pocket. She turned and continued walking.
Her mind wandered around. Floating up and just dancing
around nothing.

Haven was really getting to a point she wsn't happy with any
thing anymore. She was depressed, but she didn't know why
other than extreme loneliness. Her hole life she'd basically
been alone. Her mother and father never wanted anything
to do with her. She didn't know why, just not good enough
she guessed. Her late slipping had caused her to do more
and more thinggs she used to try not to do. She had gotten
into heroin again and lately she'd gotten a bit slutty. She
was dressed slutty even now in the extreme cold. She
was wearing a short skirt, fish nets, and an extremely low
cut top. She had no idea why she did this, but she did. She
figured that she wanted attention. She never got much, but
now she seemed to get more, but it wasn't exactly good. Guys
touched her where ever they pleased, she didn't stop them.
Once or twice she'd been paid for sex, but she wasn't
full of disease or anything. She was clean, just lonely.
She knew this wasn't helping, if anything it hindered her
from finding someone she could get close to, but she
couldn't stop herself it seemed. .

She sighed and took another drag from her cigarette. She
walked alone along the edge of the water. She noticed
something off in the distance. It looked like a man. She
shrugged and walked toward him. Slowly her cancerous
friend grew smaller and smaller. She finally finished it and
tossed the butt away. She jammed her hand into her
pocket. She had adjusted to the cold now, but it still
agitated her. She had gotten closer to the man sitting
alone. She was just going to say hey, if he didn't want
company she'd leave no problem. She just thought she'd
try to be nice. Haven was always trying to be nice.
It had gotten her no where in life, but she wouldn't
stop trying. Not now, not ever. She finally got with in talking
distance of the man. She took a step or two closer and spoke
softly, maybe even a bit shy. "Hey.." Why was she so
shy all of the sudden? She didn't understand, but she
stood by waiting for a response if she even got one
at all.

[jason adam levito]

People think you are perfect, even when you’re the farthest thing from it. People seemed to believe that Jason was perfect, they saw no imperfections with the man, sometimes the numerous tattoos that layered his porcelain skin drew some negativity but whenever you looked at the mans face, all that people seemed to be able to say was good. It was always praise, he could never do anything to himself it seemed that would make people call him anything less than perfect. He was the epitome of beauty in the rock and roll world. With his eyes cold enough to freeze over the fires of hell, and hair so dark that the contrast between his hair and his skin was literally black and white, Jason was what this world came to imagine now when they thought of a rock god being beautiful. He was, physically flawless to the world. Mentally, he was about as beautiful as a car accident and just as fatal. It was his mentality that was his fatal flaw.

The way he thought was what would kill the man, and he didn’t care, he had wished since he was a child that he would just be killed, or die. He didn’t find himself ever truly wanting to be on this blue earth after he met his father.

Jason hugged his knees and his body shivered with the wind, he was pleased that his skin was starting to burn with the frigid winds that raced through the ‘beach’. He wanted to feel that small pain; it was a warm welcome to him. He turned his head sharply when he heard another voice, and he looked at the girl. He was going to question why she was wearing a short skirt and such a low cut top, and then he remembered he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. His hair flew along with the wind and along with the wind he sighed a “Hey.” He hoped that this girl would not be stupid enough to remind him of who he was, because he was sure he would have ripped her head clear off her neck if she uttered the words “you’re Jason Levito!” he didn’t want to hear anyway remind him of who the hell he was again. After a decade of constant reminder of who he was, how famous he had become (or successful whatever way you wanna look at it) and how crazy he was thought of (not that he didn’t mind).

“It’s cold out, or did you not realize that when you dressed yourself this morning?” Jason asked, the tone of his voice was cold and very cynical. He figured she would mention his lack of a shirt and if she did, he would remind her he had the proper attire to wear this time of year, he just took it off for a little ‘break’ if you so please.

[haven marie woods]

Her hair blew over her face as she looked at the man. He
had tattooes and he was attractive, but he was so cold. Haven
didn't know why, but he was farmiliar looking. She didn't
mention it, she didn't want to risk setting him off. Her icy blue
eyes looked over this man. She met his eyes briefly and then
looked away. His eyes were so cold. Something was odd and
oddly captivating about this man, but Haven had no idea what
it was. She was trying tofigure out how she was going to
go about this conversation. She knew she was going to
have to chose what she said wisely. She really wanted to know
why he was shirtles in the freezing cold. She figured she may
as well ask. What was the worst that could happen right?
She hesitated a moment and wished she still had her
cigarette. She spoke, not so shy this time. Um.. Any reason for being shirtless? She wasn't trying to be mean just
curious. Her eyes danced out to the water and her hair still
flew around wildly around her.

Her mind was so scattered lately. She couldn't stop her brain
from sinking from her light happy place down into darkness.
She felt kind of angry all of the sudden. She held it in though
she didn't feel like being a bitch today. She looked around and still saw no one but the two of them, but what people in their
right mind would be near water when it was so damn cold?
None. Haven sighed quietly and then she heard him talk again.
Why was she dressed this way? She didn't know, but come on,
this guy had no shirt on. What gave him right to talk, really?
She looked at him and spoke, trying to not sound scared.
This coming from the man with no shirt on.. I knew it was cold
when I got up. I didn't exactly plan on showing up here, still
don't know why I'm here. She glanced at him before she
looked back on the water. It calmed her down for some
reason she wasn't sure why though. She made herself look
away and she glanced back at the man sitting down,
wondering what he was going to say to her next.


((OOC: Ugh.. sorry it's so short.))

[jason adam levito]

Jason frowned a little and shrugged when the ebony haired girl asked for a reason he wore no shirt. A sarcastic response danced around in his head but he wouldn’t say it, by the way she was dressed, Jason figured she would have something to say back to it and he didn’t care to hear that come back. Even if it wouldn’t bother him, he didn’t feel like drawing an outline for an argument. He looked back at the girl and licked his lips out of habit, only to wet them. When he looked at the girl, he noticed she was actually very attractive, and the clothes she was wearing actually looked good on her, where most of the time the girls that wore shit like that could not pull it off.

“You don’t know why you’re here?” Jason scoffed, a small laugh to coincide with his question, he stood up and flipped his hair out of his eyes, narrowing his eyes to look at her. “Something’s on your mind, huh?” Jason asked her, his lips curled into a smirk, his father’s sick little smirk. “Some boy break your heart? Some girl pissing you off? What is it?” Jason asked, his voice showing absolutely no concern and no interest in their conversation. Even with the tattoo’s that sleeved his arms, it was still easy to see his skin was cold and probably freezing to the touch. For a few moments Jason himself wondered how long he had been out at the ‘beach’. He assumed a few hours; he also assumed that people were beginning to worry.

He looked at his shirt and thought about putting it back on, figuring he’d probably end up putting it on eventually. Then he saw his phone, with the light on the screen lit up brightly and he rolled his eyes. He couldn’t go anywhere these days without someone calling him, treating him like a child, as if he would die the second he was left alone. “Don’t take this offensively, but were you actually at your own home last night or someone else’s? Because that doesn’t necessarily look like clothing someone would put on during the day, but more like something a girl looking for some would wear to a club.” Yes, Jason Levito was an asshole, and he didn’t hide it, especially not when he wasn’t in his right mind.

OOC: oh don't worry about it! It was a good length, I tend to babble on in my posts haha. :]

[haven marie woods]

Haven watched the man shrug, she didn't say anything else
at this point. She simply shook her head and looked at her
feet. She dug the toe of her shoe into the ground a little bit.
She only looked up when she heard talking. She watched
him stand up and he narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
She forced her icy blue eyes to at least glance into his frozen
eyes. She stayed for a moment before letting her eyes retreat.
She looked at his face, his smirk that made her feel like
walking away was the same thing that glued her to her spot.
Something inside of her felt like it had exploded and an odd
feeling pumped through her, it made her less shaky whatever
it was. She braved his eyes once again, holding them there a
bit longer this time. She tried to keep her voice from shaking
again. Um... I was walking, not really paying attention to
where i was going I guess. She knew he could care less,
probably wasn't really even listening. he started speaking agin.
Haven was kinda bothered by it, but she tried her very best to
hide it. She laughed slightly at it. Boys couldn't get to her like
this, the girl would already be stomped into the ground.
Those are definite no's, just kinda scatter brained I guess.
Haven glanced over at him, he was actually hot, aside from
being a total ass.

As he finished asking her where she had spent the past night,
a wave of red anger swept through her. Her jaw clenched, but
she tried to stop it from spreading. She crossed her arms and
glared at the ground for a bit and sighed. She looked up at him,
icy blue eyes not meeting his. She spoke, calmly as she could.
I was at home last night, and you can find people other
places, other than clubs. This was all she said. She kept
her arms hugging her chest, she then shifted her weight to
her left leg slightly. She turned her head to cough, then
looked back in his direction. She had no idea what to expect
from this guy, part of her wanted to leave before she found
out, but a bigger part wouldn't let her go anywhere. She stood
there, anger simmering in her. She waited for response.

[jason adam levito]

The smirk on his lips only widened as the girl looked increasingly uncomfortable looking at his eyes. He had this affect on most people he came across, simply because his eyes were rare. Beautiful as they may be in a photograph, they were both phenomenal and terrifying to behold in person. “Not a good thing, being scatter brained. I would know.” Jason said to her, once again flipping his hair out of his eyes. He walked towards his shirt and pile of crap lying on the ground and grabbed at his cigarettes, pulling one out along with the lighter. The cigarette fit between his lips as if he was born to smoke. He didn’t grab his shirt though; he simply tossed the pack of cigarettes on top of his shirt as he took a drag of his cancerous friend.

Jason chuckled as he watched the rage boil through the girl; it was more than amusing to him. “So someone was with you at your place huh?” It didn’t take long to realize how much of an asshole Jason was, it was easy to see after two sentences uttered from his lips. “I wouldn’t judge you doll face, I don’t live much of an honorable life myself. If you know what I mean,” His eyes flashed with a devious and dangers excitement. Jason took a drag of the cigarette he held between his middle and index fingers and exhaled slowly, breathing in the smoke, savoring the deadly toxins it brought into his body.

It thrilled him that this girl didn’t seem to recognize who he was, or if she did, she didn’t let on yet that she recognized him. She was a spit fire, and able to hold his attention, making her more interesting than the rest for a time. What’s your name?” Jason asked. He had all the characteristics to be a charming man; he just had all the characteristics of being something from hell as well. Jason was attractive and versatile (to a point), he was rich in talent [musical genius, hello!] had traffic stopping eyes and the perfect English accent to go along with it. Although he was also a drug addict, an asshole, selfish and an all around bad boy; the classic rock star, or sad story depending on the way you looked at it.

[haven marie woods]

His smirk grew, her eyes stayed away from his. She looked at
his face, but made sure to avoid his eyes. Her anger stayed
with her no matter how hard she tried to push it away. Oh
you would huh? I'd believe it. She would, someone sitting
in the cold shirtless had to be a bit scatter brained themselves.
She watched him flip his hair. Her own hair was covering her
eyes, but the wind was blowing like crazy so there was no point
in even trying to fix it. She watched him walk to his pile of
clothes and other things. He came back with a cigarette lit
between his lips. Haven felt a twinge of craving, but ignored it.
She was out of smokes for now. He left his shirt there on the
ground. Haven couldn't figure out his shirtlessness, but she
wasn't going to bring it up. A chill ran up her spine and she
sighed slightly. It wasn't so much because it was cold either,
but she had no idea why. She hugged her arms closer to
her chest and rubbed her hands up and down her arms.

He laughed at her being angry. Another wave ripped through her
causing her to sigh in frustration. Yep, had a wild party, no really I was alone.. I just dres like a slut i suppose. She
shrugged at the end of this. She really could care less what
he thought of her. She looked around once more. Nothing had
changed, same old empty spaces, same cold, and same
damn wind. She turned back to face him, still not quite ready
to meet his gaze. She didn't know exactly what he meant but
she caught the main point. Yeah, I know what you mean...
Had he just called her dollface? It didn't bother her, it really didn't even concern her. She looked up when he asked for her
name. She simply told him, My name is Haven.. Yours?
He looked sort of farmiliar, but she didn't know his name, she
was sure. She covered her mouth and coughed again, was
she getting sick? Great.

[jason adam levito]

“Jason.” He said shortly, he didn’t plan on giving any further information. If she didn’t know who he was, he didn’t want her to. He liked the days when he could go unrecognizable, until the people walk into a grocery store and realize his face is covering the tabloids. This girl made his interest peak, she seemed a little different from the people had come across in the past three or so days. He pulled the cigarette from it’s stagnant place on his lips and tapped the ashes off of the cherry, flipping his hair out of his eyes again and looking up at the grey skies when he felt a few drops of rain on his skin. He sighed and looked back at the girl, licking his dry lips wet, realizing that would only chap them some more. He noticed as he looked at her again she seemed to avoid his stare at all costs, and that was when a chuckle danced out of his throat.

“What, are you scared of looking into a person’s eyes, or just mine?” Jason asked her, his voice taunting and cynical. “I’ve never met a girl who dresses like you, that can’t look me in the eye.” Jason lied to her, taking a few steps closer, noticing that the rain was beginning to get heavier and the wind was starting to pick up making it seem so much colder than it already was. The thought of putting his shirt back on crossed his mind, and he decided he didn’t want to, if he kept going at this rate he could get pneumonia and he could die and if he died that way, there’d probably be less of a fight to keep him alive since it wasn’t another suicide attempt. This was half-hearted suicide he was edging on.

He took another drag of his cigarette and looked at the ground for a second, kicking the sand around just a little bit. When he heard Haven cough though Jason’s head shot up and a look of jealousy sparkled in his eye for a few moments. “If you’re sick, dressing like yourself isn’t a good idea; unless you want to get worse of course.” The shaking of his hands went unnoticed to him until his cigarette went tumbling to the sand at his feet; he looked at the cigarette and sighed in frustration. “It’s cold, don’t you think?” Jason asked his voice sounding slightly defeated and the look in his eyes completely telling the lack of sanity in him.

ooc: sorry i didn't respond sooner i didn't have internet for a few days!

[haven marie woods]

What's going on
in that pretty
little head of yours?

This man puzzled Haven. He was so very attractive until you dug down past to gorgeous outter appearence and found out he was hateful and cold. Haven wanted to know more about Jason, but she knew, more than likely, that wasn't going to happen no matter what happened. She looked at his tattoos while he was still shirtless. She liked tattoos and was thinking of getting one. She hadn't had the chance recently. Her eyes left him, they watched the ashes fall of his cigarette and fall to the sandy ground. She lifted her eyes again and saw his hair flip and then, rain. It started with a few slow drops, but grew quickly and so did the wind. She heard him laughing and looked at his face, confusion plain on her face. She sighed slightly, she had half way guessed where this was going to go.

Your eyes.. are.. different. Though he was taunting her for being scared, she answered him honestly. Well.. what can I say? Guess I'm just not like them. She shrugged half heartedly and noticed that the anger that flared earlier had started to fade out. She sighed in relief. Maybe this would be easier now. The rain got harder and Haven sighed as her hair began to soak through to her scalp. She shivered and debated on taking her jacket off. It was just wet and going to make her colder now. He stepped closer to her and the space between them was reasonably smaller. How close was he going to get? Haven wasn't afraid, just curious. She looked around and still no one but them. She had never met anyone quite like this man before and he held her interest, that's for sure.

She looked at him and noticed his head was down. She watched him kick the sand around and then she looked straight ahead. Her eyes jerked to him. Her cough caused his head to snap up and she couldn't avoid his eyes this time. She loked and it almost seemed that he was jealous. Then, there it was, another comment about her attire. She sighed, slightly agitated. She eyed him and spoke up. What's up with you and how I dress? Does it bother you or something? She pulled her hands out of her pocket and stretched. She then hugged her chest again. Rain pelted her on the head and her hair was now completely soaking wet. She noticed his cigarette tumbled to the sand and he sighed. Yes, it's really cold. She shivered slightly and watched him. Wondering what was going on in that head of his.

[jason adam levito]

The rain started to come down heavily and Jason figured, that because Haven looked like she was a normal person she probably wasn’t exactly enjoying standing here in the rain. He looked around to see if there was cover anywhere and all he found was the shady area around the trees it wasn’t much coverage but the rain would come in a small drizzle at that point. Jason grabbed his shirt and made sure his phone was wrapped in it along with his pack of cigarette before tilting his head towards the shady area, his silent way of telling her to move over there. He threw his shirt onto the ground once under the cover of the trees and sighed, shaking his head. “I have no problem with the way you dress, I just don’t get why you would dress like a whore this early in the day.” Jason shrugged.

“It’s like drinking at the crack of dawn; a little out of place.” He added with a shrug, pushing the soaked strands of hair off of his skin. He considered lighting another cigarette considering his last one was useless to him now, his hands trembled as he thought of it and he reached for the pack of cigarettes lighting another. “I don’t understand if you are cold, why do you stay out here if you don’t seem like you want to? It’s a waste of your time that could be wasted somewhere where you may actually want to be.” Jason said to her, looking directly at her so that she wouldn’t be able to avoid his eyes this time.

Jason was definitely something else, especially if you were to compare him to any other human being; Jason was always going to be different for many reasons. One, he was famous, that was reason enough to be different. Two, he was clinically called insane… the list could go on, but it’d be pointless to point out the abnormalities of a person. “You could be wasting your time with someone that you can look in the eye rather than with a stranger that you can’t.”

[haven marie woods]

Haven followed Jason's gaze to a shaded area, he nodded
his head that way as if telling her to go that way. She did.
She wandered over to the trees, her hair dripping. The slight
drizzle was much better than the rain just pouring down. She
sighed. Her jacket was soaked, making her colder. She ditched
it, he already thought of her as a whore most likely, so why
worry about it. She hung it over a branch of a tree and left it
there. She let her arms hang by her side. She was more or
less staring off into space when he spoke. So.. he thought
she looked like or, well, dressed like a whore. Oh well. She
shrugged and answered him still staring into space. Always
prepared I guess, why waste time? Her eyes shifted to
his face. He said something about drinking early in the
morning she just shrugged. Maybe so.. She looked
at the trees around them and then out to the water. The
rain made it difficult to see, she loved watching rain. If it
wasn't so cold, she wouldn't mind being in it.

She watched his hand come to his face and push the wet
strands of hair out of his eyes. She didn't even bother trying to
fix hers. She knew it was hopeless. Her eyes itched and she
brought a hand to her face and rubbed her eyes. She knew her
eye liner and all that fun stuff was running and she probably just
made it worse, but what did it matter anyway? She watched his hands go for his cigarettes and then she watched him light it.
Her mind told her that it wanted one, but she wouldn't ask him.
He started talking and then his eyes met hers, and she couldn't look away. She wouldn't let herself. She had to get over this. It
was stupid. She was a bit hurt by what he said. It wasn't that
she didn't want to be here, she was just having an off day.
What makes you think I don't want to be here? Whether
I waste time here or somewhere else it's still wasted time,
I'm already here, and I don't really want to leave. She
didn't. Something about him appealed to her. Sure he was
an ass, but still. She'd managed to hold his gaze, it was
less intimidating, but still it was difficult. She sighed as he made
that eye contact comment. She looked at him. Studying his face,
making herself look in his eyes. She tried to find the words to
say, but she couldn't just yet. She closed her eyes in frustration and lowered her head. She gave up trying to figure out those
words and settled for these, they were nothing like what she
had been trying to figure out. She looked at him, spoke. Well,
if you want me to go I can, but honestly, your more interesting
even though you are a stranger. Even though I can't look you in the eye for more than a few seconds, I'd rather be here if that's
okay with you. She shrugged and looked out into the rain
again and sighed to herself.

[jason adam levito]

Jason chuckled as she pretty much asked him for his permission to be able to stay; he licked his lips out of habit and exhaled a sigh. He brought his cigarette to his lips and took a long hit of it, holding the smoke in his throat as long as he could before he let it fall out. Sliding through his lips like life from someone’s body. “The way you hold yourself makes me know you don’t want to be here.” Jason said to her, this time not even looking in her direction, he looked forward to the water, once again wondering if he should go in. He stepped forward away from the shade of the trees and closer to the pouring rain just outside of it.

He remembered being told that if you smoked a cigarette that had a damp enough filter, it could kill you. Because the chemicals in the filter would seep further into the tobacco and the last thing of the world you would know would be IV’s and wires along with a heart beat monitor and someone saying “pull the plug.” so they could have a chance at your money. Jason took another pull at his cigarette, staring off at the water. “I am not a social person.” Jason murmured to Haven, this time looking at her, or through her. “I’d prefer to be alone more than with anyone, even a stranger, any day.” Jason continued, he looked at her more this time so that it wasn’t like he was a psycho staring off at nothing. His hands, trembling from the cold winds and rain that pelted on his skin and numbed him through his bones, raised his cigarette to rest between his lips.

“You are a little interesting though.” He stated, because truthfully he believed it. She didn’t run away like most people would have when he told them that they didn’t want to be here, she didn’t run because of the rain, she didn’t know who he was and if she did she didn’t let on that she knew. He appreciated being treated as an asshole and not Jason Levito the singer of Autumn Falls the most glorious rock asshole. Being treated as a regular person being an asshole was a different feeling and he preferred that more than anything at this moment. “You don’t know who I am, I like that.” He took his cigarette in his hands again and dropped it in the sand, crushing the last of it with his foot. He walked out from underneath the cover of the trees and stood in the rain with his head tilted to the sky.

[haven marie woods]

Haven heard him laugh for whatever reason and looked at him, confusion apparent on her face. What? Her voice cracked slightly. She cleared her throat and watched him smoke. Desire gripped her brain and it wasn't for cigarettes. It was for something...green. She wanted weed. She rarely ever craved it, but more and more lately she had no real reason to stop herself anymore. Her brother would be let down, but he would get over it. She would go get some later. God only knew what she'd have to do to get it, but she would. She listened as more words floated from him. She sighed. Well, I don't want to leave. She noticed him looking at the water and she glanced at it too. She looked away back at the trees. She stepped just one step closer to the rain and sighed. She loved watching it rain, but she wasn't crazy about getting wet.

His eyes were one her and he was talking. Haven glanced at him, his eyes seeming to pierce her. She shivered slightly, not from the cold. His words seemed a bit cold, Haven sighed and spoke quietly. Well...I can leave if you'd like. She felt as if she was being a bother now, her icy eyes fell to the ground and her arms hugged around her. She lifted her eyes and met his, some new found courage allowed her to hold his gaze. She noticed his hands trembled and shook, definitely from the corld, his skin was a vibrant, pale, red. She shifted her weight to her right leg and watched his cigarette sit, resting between his lips. His next words shocked her a bit, interesting? Ha. Never ever had she heard that. She looked at him. Your fairly interesting, as well. She glanced out to the water and then back to him. Her head suddenly, out of no where, began to pound. It was one thing she'd gotten used to, she always got them, a migraine from no where. She sighed, walked over to her jacket. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a small pinkish pill and placed it in her mouth and swallowed it dry. It hurt a little, but she ignored it. She placed them back in her pocket and walked back over to Jason. He said something and she smiled slightly, she didn't know why. I definitely have no clue, except that your name's Jason. She stood looking over him once more, carefully as her pill began to slowly eat away at the blinding pain in her skull. He was standing in the rain looking into the sky and she stepped one more step closer to the edge. She was still a good ways in the shade, but she inched closer.