Post by Sebastian Thorne on Dec 8, 2011 17:13:47 GMT -5
PHILADELPHIA FREEDOM SHINE ON ME
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
Sebastian Louis Thorne | Twenty | Ghost | Resistor | Garrett Hedlund[/center][/size]
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
Sebastian Thorne. Friends call me anything from Seb to Thorne to ‘Hey you, get your ugly-ass boots off my damn couch’. Ah, friends. I had the greatest pals back in the day. ‘Back in the day’? Shit, I sound like some old person! I’m not even thirty—well—technically speaking, of course. The linearity of my existence has been somewhat disrupted. And coffee…really? Even if I managed to pick it up…what would I do with it? ‘Swallow’ it and stain your furniture? Way to go, man. Great thinking, there, really. Bastard…shoving coffee in my face like that. What the hell is wrong with you?
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
Sorry…I’ve been having a rough week. I’ve been following this cute girl around the town—she can’t see me, obviously, or there wouldn’t really be a point. I mean…the ladies come to Seb. Seb doesn’t come to the ladies.
. . .
Did that sound convincing? Yeah…me neither. I guess my ‘macho man’ impersonation needs a little work. Sadly, I’m not really all that surprised. Back to my story, though! So I’m following this cute girl back to her place—I guess…she was leaving a bar and I don’t really know where she lives because I don’t creep on girls like that. Just because they can’t see me doesn’t mean I should see them...y’know, in their rooms and stuff. Naked, I mean. I’m a gentleman, after all! And I was f—
. . .
Fine, I’ll answer your damn questions, you disrespectful coffee-hawking bastard. Rush the dead guy with nothing to do and no one to talk to because you’re a busy man with stuff to get done. I see how it is.
Came to Philly for college. Got hit by a car. Didn’t leave. Satisfied, you bureaucratic snob? Why are you asking me these things anyways? Taking some kind of ‘supe census’ so you know how many underlings you need to train up to keep tabs on all our ‘horrible sneaky subversive activities’? I hope whoever’s holding your control rod drops it in a lake and it shorts out and pigeons shit all over your face.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
Deep breaths, Seb. I’m sorry, really, I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. I swear I didn’t have such a temper before…y’know. I guess being dead messes with your head a bit, huh? Sigh. Right…like you’d know.
I’m not a native of Philadelphia or even Pennsylvania. Came out of a respectably sized town in Kansas. Let’s take this opportunity to set a few things straight, shall we? I do not know Dorothy. Cairn terriers eat the limbs of small children as treats in real life. I don’t know anyone with a scarecrow who uses it for anything other than yard art for Halloween. ‘Tin-Man’ was a great TV special on SCI-FI. (‘Syfy’, really? Just because you pissed off the trekkies doesn’t mean you change your network’s name! How is SYFY supposed to attract women? Because you curled your freaking ‘y’s?! What—Just—I don’t even know!) And lions are not typically cowardly. They are some majestic pusses [sadly not in boots]. Also ‘The Oz Museum’? What were you thinking, Wamego? Honestly! Invite the hate in, why don’t you?
Seriously, though…I was one of those athletic ‘closet nerds’ growing up. Ran cross-country by day, read comics and gamed by night. Followed a friend to Temple—figured if we were going to go to college, it would be nice to go out of state. Not that I’m one of those ‘Dear god, I need an evac, asap!’ fleeing and never looking back types. But we’d gone to the great state of Pennsylvania—every state is great, who’m I kidding, I’m easy—on a family vacation and I figured ‘why not?’.
Loving family, travelled a bit on summer breaks, went to Disney World. Siblings suck sometimes, but hey, that’s life, right? Parents raised me not to curse and be respectful. Oops. That one kind of goes out the window sometimes, I’m afraid.
Everything was sunshine and kittens until December, 1999. I was a sophomore coming off the high of a successful semester conquered. Went out to some bar to watch my buddies drink—thank you, Government, for arbitrarily raising the drinking age to twenty-one—and make sure they kept out of trouble on the walk back. So i—it’s kind of…completely ironic that I was the one who got hit by the car. I don’t know whose fault it was—or what happened, really, and I don’t want to—but [because I know you want to know] I remember chatting with Jay, the only other slightly sober person present, and hearing this weird noise and BAM! Lights out for the Seabass. I woke up somewhere weird. Everything was white and fuzzy and I bolted for the exit. Got back to my room somehow and went back to class the next day. Took a bit to figure out what was going on, to be honest. And then, of course, I felt like a total IDIOT because I’d just seen ‘The Sixth Sense’ in September. Twice, because I spent the first time being freaked by all the dead people that I totally missed all those clues. But I don’t think anyone figured that movie out the first time, really, I mean…Bruce Willis is practically the Stephen Segall of our time. The dude doesn’t die. C’mon!
Went to all my classes that Spring, reading off the textbooks behind someone’s shoulder and following a lucky duck to the library to look off the homework. I was still Open-Option so the classes weren’t too intensive. I worked hard to shrug off and ignore everyone else ignoring me. Like the silent treatment…but ‘awesomer’. Right? After that semester…my roommates moved to another room and a couple of frosh took over our space. I took the hint. Lived in the library for a bit, picked up snatches of pop culture and interesting information. Got pissed that I couldn’t read my comics so I practiced ‘tapping into the Force’, as I like to call it, to manipulate objects that refuse to acknowledge my existence and intentions just like pretty much everything and everyone else. Now I hang out around campus mostly, sneaking time on student’s consoles to get my gamer fix. But it—Next question.
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
I…don’t like this question, not gonna lie. I used to have this fear of thunderstorms when I was a kid. Unfortunate since everything seems to echo and vibrate in Kansas when one’s overhead. And one is overhead a lot, seems like. I used to throw the covers over my head and hum. I used to hate scary movies. And knives. I had this weird paranoia that I would cut all my fingers off someday and I would never be able to turn pages or push buttons ever again. And people would call me ‘No-hands McGee’ or something stupid and embarrassing-sounding. Now I just don’t like doors. Especially closed ones or ones that are closing. Sure I can just walk through it. But there’s just something so final about that sound. I’m mistrustful of cars and pedestrians in the street so I avoid high-traffic areas. What if, ironically, someone finally saw me but they were driving and they careened into a pedestrian…or a pedestrian stopped and a car hit them because they were staring at me hovering above the street like a lazy creepster? Nobody needs that.
I’m also terrified of going home. I stayed away from my memorial service after term started back up—because nobody told me about it and I was running late to a study-session in the library—and I missed my funeral. But my parents…if they didn’t see me…if those doors were closed…I don’t know what I’d do. But maybe it would be better if they didn’t…so I don’t…in case they might.
. . .
Are you this insensitive to everyone you meet, or am I just the lucky duck today? Sigh.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
Being not dead would be great. Just as long as I’m not a zombie or a wight or something. Eeugh. Someone would probably set me on fire if I came around looking like that. Then maybe I really would be dead. All I really wanted was a girlfriend. A real girlfriend who didn’t just see some hunky jock and the nerd had to hide or be swallowed whole with the rage of a disappointed woman—or something like that. Who knows? Girls can be freaky sometimes. So…I guess maybe a friend who was a girl who…liked me as more than just eye candy? I still want that, I guess. But any friends would be great. Someone to talk to, game with, and just hang out with. ‘I want to be a real boy!’ Heh. Pathetic, I know, but true. I’ve watched ‘Ghost-Hunters’, I’ve seen ‘Being Human’, there are people out there who want to connect with ‘spirits’. Well hurry up, damnit. I’m bored here!
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Supe, obviously. Drink me…I might be good for you. Just kidding! Don’t really drink me…that might get awkward. I fully supported the idea of these things existing in ‘reality’ waaaay before 1999. I’d like a world where we don’t have to hide. Not that ghosts are exactly hiding on purpose, but for everyone else…it sucks, I’m sure. Now do I think that we need shit like ‘The Brotherhood’ from ‘X-Men’? Heck no! But Magneto…I wouldn’t mind having a real-life Master of Magnetism. That would just be awesome! And it wouldn’t be cool for werewolves to just eat/maim/maul people out of hand, and I wouldn’t want to be handing them out little medals to pin on their chests, this isn’t WWII, after all. And Dragons?! ‘Here there be dragons’ literally, bro, dragons. To quote an awesome movie: ‘Mutant and Proud’. Adapt or die. With more emphasis on ‘adapt’ than the ‘slaughtering out of hand’ part.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
I’m pretty easy-going. I like to laugh, I like to have fun, I like to hang out with friends and enjoy life. Well…in a perfect world, y’know. Now I just sort of watch everyone else have fun when I’m not catching up on some reading in the library or gaming on someone else’s system.
Notes in the file
Subject is suspected to have been unhinged by some degree as a result of his violent and sudden transition to his current state. Exhibits an almost constant ‘façade’ of calm and confidence. Was probably ‘charming’ at some point. In his current state, he is prone to frustration and fits of rage. The potential for violence given his ‘poltergeist’ abilities is HIGH. Treat with extreme caution.
Suggestions for future handlers: Subject is to be humoured despite manic desire to chatter incessantly.
P.S. Mark how frequently subject uses swearwords. This is an excellent indicator of mood.
P.P.S. Subject is prone to making potentially outdated-to-obscure pop culture references. Strongly suggest brushing up on all trends circa 1997—Present before interaction.
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
I'm good, thanks. What about you? Got all your forms filled out? Dotted your i's? Crossed your t's, have you? Good. Hope your 'afterlife' doesn't suck, mate. See you around.
NAME
Beth
CONTACT INFO
[Can I fill this in later? PMs would be best but I might get an AIM or an MSN for here or something]
EXPERIENCE
Eight years on and off.
ADDITIONAL INFO
Been to Philadelphia at least once and I liked it. Had a friend who went to Temple. He liked it, I think. *shrug* Limited experience, though, for sure. Never actually RP'd as a ghost before.
SAMPLE POST
[Not exactly an RP post, I know. But it's an application habit. Oo; ]
[/color] he said quietly, a bit of a scolding in his voice as he smirked at his best friend before he took a swipe at the radio to change the channel, distracted midway as a harsh sob escaped the young man's lips.
"I miss you, man."
Seb scoffed softly. What was he talking about? They'd gone home for Christmas...something had happened...and now Jay wasn't sleeping in his bed and was avoiding his best friend and he, Jason, missed him? Things had been a little weird this week, granted, but it was nothing they couldn't get over, right? "Come on, Jaybird, would you look at me? I must've hit my head or something because I don't remember arguing with you...but whatever I did, I want to say I'm sorry."
He watched in mute horror as his friend lifted a brown glass bottle to his lips and took a swig. Alcohol? He wasn't twenty-one...where had he gotten it? Jason was one of the most straight-laced law-abiding people he had the pleasure of knowing. Moping in the car listening to Nirvana was one thing...drinking at the same time was pushing it to a whole new level of ridiculous and awful.
"I know, I know, I'm not old enough yet."
"Damn straight."[/color]
"But I just...don't care right now, Seb, I'm sorry. I--I let you down, man. I should've--"
Sebastian gaped for a moment as he watched Jason take another swig from the bottle before he sprung into action with a snarl, tearing the beer from his hands and throwing it to the floor of the cab where it shattered. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"[/color] he shouted angrily at his friend's surprised reaction to the spilled beer. "Your solution to whatever problem you have with me is to get in your car and get drunk listening to this shit?" He slammed his fist onto the dash for emphasis, watching his friend's eyes widening as the 'thump' filled the car. "Damnit, Jason, I thought you were supposed to be the mature one here!"[/color]
Jabbing the 'seek' button, he folded his arms back across his chest and settled into the seat glaring at his friend all the while.
Jason's eyes were wide as the beer flew out of his hands and a loud thump--almost like someone slamming their fist on the dash--filled the small cabin. When the station changed abruptly to one of their mainstays and STP abruptly assaulted him midsong, he'd had enough. He yanked the keys out of the ignition and fled, leaving Sebastian alone in the dark with the hastily yelled phrase 'I'm sorry!' fading into the nothingness around him.
"What the hell is going on?"[/color][/blockquote]
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
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SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
THE LESS I SAY THE MORE MY WORK GETS DONE
Sebastian Louis Thorne | Twenty | Ghost | Resistor | Garrett Hedlund[/center][/size]
you enter a dimly lit room where a shadowed figure sits across from you with a thick file in hand. The figure’s face is indistinguishable. a hot cup of coffee made just the way you like is waiting on the table. the figure beckons for you to sit. you do. finally the figure across from you speaks.
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
Sebastian Thorne. Friends call me anything from Seb to Thorne to ‘Hey you, get your ugly-ass boots off my damn couch’. Ah, friends. I had the greatest pals back in the day. ‘Back in the day’? Shit, I sound like some old person! I’m not even thirty—well—technically speaking, of course. The linearity of my existence has been somewhat disrupted. And coffee…really? Even if I managed to pick it up…what would I do with it? ‘Swallow’ it and stain your furniture? Way to go, man. Great thinking, there, really. Bastard…shoving coffee in my face like that. What the hell is wrong with you?
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
Sorry…I’ve been having a rough week. I’ve been following this cute girl around the town—she can’t see me, obviously, or there wouldn’t really be a point. I mean…the ladies come to Seb. Seb doesn’t come to the ladies.
. . .
Did that sound convincing? Yeah…me neither. I guess my ‘macho man’ impersonation needs a little work. Sadly, I’m not really all that surprised. Back to my story, though! So I’m following this cute girl back to her place—I guess…she was leaving a bar and I don’t really know where she lives because I don’t creep on girls like that. Just because they can’t see me doesn’t mean I should see them...y’know, in their rooms and stuff. Naked, I mean. I’m a gentleman, after all! And I was f—
. . .
Fine, I’ll answer your damn questions, you disrespectful coffee-hawking bastard. Rush the dead guy with nothing to do and no one to talk to because you’re a busy man with stuff to get done. I see how it is.
Came to Philly for college. Got hit by a car. Didn’t leave. Satisfied, you bureaucratic snob? Why are you asking me these things anyways? Taking some kind of ‘supe census’ so you know how many underlings you need to train up to keep tabs on all our ‘horrible sneaky subversive activities’? I hope whoever’s holding your control rod drops it in a lake and it shorts out and pigeons shit all over your face.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
Deep breaths, Seb. I’m sorry, really, I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. I swear I didn’t have such a temper before…y’know. I guess being dead messes with your head a bit, huh? Sigh. Right…like you’d know.
I’m not a native of Philadelphia or even Pennsylvania. Came out of a respectably sized town in Kansas. Let’s take this opportunity to set a few things straight, shall we? I do not know Dorothy. Cairn terriers eat the limbs of small children as treats in real life. I don’t know anyone with a scarecrow who uses it for anything other than yard art for Halloween. ‘Tin-Man’ was a great TV special on SCI-FI. (‘Syfy’, really? Just because you pissed off the trekkies doesn’t mean you change your network’s name! How is SYFY supposed to attract women? Because you curled your freaking ‘y’s?! What—Just—I don’t even know!) And lions are not typically cowardly. They are some majestic pusses [sadly not in boots]. Also ‘The Oz Museum’? What were you thinking, Wamego? Honestly! Invite the hate in, why don’t you?
Seriously, though…I was one of those athletic ‘closet nerds’ growing up. Ran cross-country by day, read comics and gamed by night. Followed a friend to Temple—figured if we were going to go to college, it would be nice to go out of state. Not that I’m one of those ‘Dear god, I need an evac, asap!’ fleeing and never looking back types. But we’d gone to the great state of Pennsylvania—every state is great, who’m I kidding, I’m easy—on a family vacation and I figured ‘why not?’.
Loving family, travelled a bit on summer breaks, went to Disney World. Siblings suck sometimes, but hey, that’s life, right? Parents raised me not to curse and be respectful. Oops. That one kind of goes out the window sometimes, I’m afraid.
Everything was sunshine and kittens until December, 1999. I was a sophomore coming off the high of a successful semester conquered. Went out to some bar to watch my buddies drink—thank you, Government, for arbitrarily raising the drinking age to twenty-one—and make sure they kept out of trouble on the walk back. So i—it’s kind of…
Went to all my classes that Spring, reading off the textbooks behind someone’s shoulder and following a lucky duck to the library to look off the homework. I was still Open-Option so the classes weren’t too intensive. I worked hard to shrug off and ignore everyone else ignoring me. Like the silent treatment…but ‘awesomer’. Right? After that semester…my roommates moved to another room and a couple of frosh took over our space. I took the hint. Lived in the library for a bit, picked up snatches of pop culture and interesting information. Got pissed that I couldn’t read my comics so I practiced ‘tapping into the Force’, as I like to call it, to manipulate objects that refuse to acknowledge my existence and intentions just like pretty much everything and everyone else. Now I hang out around campus mostly, sneaking time on student’s consoles to get my gamer fix. But it—Next question.
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
I…don’t like this question, not gonna lie. I used to have this fear of thunderstorms when I was a kid. Unfortunate since everything seems to echo and vibrate in Kansas when one’s overhead. And one is overhead a lot, seems like. I used to throw the covers over my head and hum. I used to hate scary movies. And knives. I had this weird paranoia that I would cut all my fingers off someday and I would never be able to turn pages or push buttons ever again. And people would call me ‘No-hands McGee’ or something stupid and embarrassing-sounding. Now I just don’t like doors. Especially closed ones or ones that are closing. Sure I can just walk through it. But there’s just something so final about that sound. I’m mistrustful of cars and pedestrians in the street so I avoid high-traffic areas. What if, ironically, someone finally saw me but they were driving and they careened into a pedestrian…or a pedestrian stopped and a car hit them because they were staring at me hovering above the street like a lazy creepster? Nobody needs that.
I’m also terrified of going home. I stayed away from my memorial service after term started back up—because nobody told me about it and I was running late to a study-session in the library—and I missed my funeral. But my parents…if they didn’t see me…if those doors were closed…I don’t know what I’d do. But maybe it would be better if they didn’t…so I don’t…in case they might.
. . .
Are you this insensitive to everyone you meet, or am I just the lucky duck today? Sigh.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
Being not dead would be great. Just as long as I’m not a zombie or a wight or something. Eeugh. Someone would probably set me on fire if I came around looking like that. Then maybe I really would be dead. All I really wanted was a girlfriend. A real girlfriend who didn’t just see some hunky jock and the nerd had to hide or be swallowed whole with the rage of a disappointed woman—or something like that. Who knows? Girls can be freaky sometimes. So…I guess maybe a friend who was a girl who…liked me as more than just eye candy? I still want that, I guess. But any friends would be great. Someone to talk to, game with, and just hang out with. ‘I want to be a real boy!’ Heh. Pathetic, I know, but true. I’ve watched ‘Ghost-Hunters’, I’ve seen ‘Being Human’, there are people out there who want to connect with ‘spirits’. Well hurry up, damnit. I’m bored here!
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Supe, obviously. Drink me…I might be good for you. Just kidding! Don’t really drink me…that might get awkward. I fully supported the idea of these things existing in ‘reality’ waaaay before 1999. I’d like a world where we don’t have to hide. Not that ghosts are exactly hiding on purpose, but for everyone else…it sucks, I’m sure. Now do I think that we need shit like ‘The Brotherhood’ from ‘X-Men’? Heck no! But Magneto…I wouldn’t mind having a real-life Master of Magnetism. That would just be awesome! And it wouldn’t be cool for werewolves to just eat/maim/maul people out of hand, and I wouldn’t want to be handing them out little medals to pin on their chests, this isn’t WWII, after all. And Dragons?! ‘Here there be dragons’ literally, bro, dragons. To quote an awesome movie: ‘Mutant and Proud’. Adapt or die. With more emphasis on ‘adapt’ than the ‘slaughtering out of hand’ part.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
I’m pretty easy-going. I like to laugh, I like to have fun, I like to hang out with friends and enjoy life. Well…in a perfect world, y’know. Now I just sort of watch everyone else have fun when I’m not catching up on some reading in the library or gaming on someone else’s system.
Notes in the file
Subject is suspected to have been unhinged by some degree as a result of his violent and sudden transition to his current state. Exhibits an almost constant ‘façade’ of calm and confidence. Was probably ‘charming’ at some point. In his current state, he is prone to frustration and fits of rage. The potential for violence given his ‘poltergeist’ abilities is HIGH. Treat with extreme caution.
Suggestions for future handlers: Subject is to be humoured despite manic desire to chatter incessantly.
P.S. Mark how frequently subject uses swearwords. This is an excellent indicator of mood.
P.P.S. Subject is prone to making potentially outdated-to-obscure pop culture references. Strongly suggest brushing up on all trends circa 1997—Present before interaction.
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
I'm good, thanks. What about you? Got all your forms filled out? Dotted your i's? Crossed your t's, have you? Good. Hope your 'afterlife' doesn't suck, mate. See you around.
FREEDOM SUBMISSION PLAYER PAGE
NAME
Beth
CONTACT INFO
[Can I fill this in later? PMs would be best but I might get an AIM or an MSN for here or something]
EXPERIENCE
Eight years on and off.
ADDITIONAL INFO
Been to Philadelphia at least once and I liked it. Had a friend who went to Temple. He liked it, I think. *shrug* Limited experience, though, for sure. Never actually RP'd as a ghost before.
SAMPLE POST
[Not exactly an RP post, I know. But it's an application habit. Oo; ]
It was a Friday night and Sebastian was bored. It took him all of two seconds to reach an answer--Jason. He had a vague sense that his roommate was angry with him. They were a week into the semester already and Jay hadn't been back to their room. He'd seen his blonde giant of a roommate around just briefly during passing periods and the like, but their schedules were different this go around since 'the Golden Boy' actually had bothered to declare some kind of major unlike himself. Seb decided he would find him and apologize for whatever-it-was that he'd done. Jason was his best friend, after all, the Charles to his Erik. He got to be Magneto because Jasonknew how much of a closet fan he waswas such a goody-two-shoes.
He found him sitting in his truck in the dark and slid into the passenger's seat, chuckling about the interior lights which didn't come on when he entered the vehicle. Something was always broken with the old heap of junk, but Jay loved it and it still ran...sort-of...and that was what mattered.
"Seabass...," Sebastian heard his friend say as he watched his breath fogging up the glass as he stared out the driver's side window. Frowning at the unusually husky tone of his friend's voice, he sighed sharply, and glared at the radio as the unmistakable voice of Kurt Cobain drawled loudly from the speakers.
"Jaybird, Jaybird, what is this?"
"I miss you, man."
I wish I was like you easily amused
Seb scoffed softly. What was he talking about? They'd gone home for Christmas...something had happened...and now Jay wasn't sleeping in his bed and was avoiding his best friend and he, Jason, missed him? Things had been a little weird this week, granted, but it was nothing they couldn't get over, right? "Come on, Jaybird, would you look at me? I must've hit my head or something because I don't remember arguing with you...but whatever I did, I want to say I'm sorry."
In the sun, in the sun I feel as one
He watched in mute horror as his friend lifted a brown glass bottle to his lips and took a swig. Alcohol? He wasn't twenty-one...where had he gotten it? Jason was one of the most straight-laced law-abiding people he had the pleasure of knowing. Moping in the car listening to Nirvana was one thing...drinking at the same time was pushing it to a whole new level of ridiculous and awful.
"I know, I know, I'm not old enough yet."
"Damn straight."[/color]
"But I just...don't care right now, Seb, I'm sorry. I--I let you down, man. I should've--"
Sebastian gaped for a moment as he watched Jason take another swig from the bottle before he sprung into action with a snarl, tearing the beer from his hands and throwing it to the floor of the cab where it shattered. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"[/color] he shouted angrily at his friend's surprised reaction to the spilled beer. "Your solution to whatever problem you have with me is to get in your car and get drunk listening to this shit?" He slammed his fist onto the dash for emphasis, watching his friend's eyes widening as the 'thump' filled the car. "Damnit, Jason, I thought you were supposed to be the mature one here!"[/color]
All in all is all we are
Jabbing the 'seek' button, he folded his arms back across his chest and settled into the seat glaring at his friend all the while.
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray / Would you even care? / And I feel it
Jason's eyes were wide as the beer flew out of his hands and a loud thump--almost like someone slamming their fist on the dash--filled the small cabin. When the station changed abruptly to one of their mainstays and STP abruptly assaulted him midsong, he'd had enough. He yanked the keys out of the ignition and fled, leaving Sebastian alone in the dark with the hastily yelled phrase 'I'm sorry!' fading into the nothingness around him.
"What the hell is going on?"[/color][/blockquote]
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
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