I've only used him once, but I lived playing him! Jason is so fun to play and easy to use... x3 This was a futuristic sorta deal... He was part of a resistance of the government with about three other people because the government was doing something that I can't remember that was going to turn sci-fi ugly where the government is wiping minds or something crazy like that...
“B-but… I don’t want to eat the spaghetti!” Jason whined.
“You will eat your spaghetti or the government will kill you!” A deranged form of his mother shrieked.
“Eat your vegetables.” The president’s voice echoed.
“But-“
“Mr. Carter!” Blared Mr. Hues, the Math teacher as he slammed his ruler down onto the desk.
Jason jumped awake, wiping the spittle from his chin.
“This is the third time you’ve fallen asleep!” The math teacher yelled. Jason was fully aware of the other students watching him.
“Mr. Hues!” Jason yelled back. “This is the third time you’ve hit that damned ruler on my desk! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to damage both the ruler and the desk, which are both school property!” Some of the other students sniggered.
“If this continues I will have to report you to the office!” Mr. Hues yelled, face turning purple.
“Like wise for you!” Jason yelled back, sparing a side-word glance at one of the giggling girls. “Damaging school property is illegal!” The girl he had looked at giggled harder. “And doing it in front of us students…” His voice turned a sarcastic stern tone. “And you call yourself a teacher…” He wagged his finger at the teacher.
“That’s it!” Mr. Hues roared. “Out! Office! Now!”
Jason smirked standing up and sloppily gathering his things. Before Mr. Hues could slam the door behind him he stuck his pinky and thumb up and mouthed “Call me” to the girl. She blushed then the door slammed.
He made his way up the hall, not paying much mind as to where he was going. Subconsciously he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He himself was pretty good looking. Green eyes and a wide grin. His deep brown hair was usually spiked and a cross hung from his left ear. Today he wasn’t dressed anything special, jeans and a navy T-shirt. As most could assume he was a troublemaker. Usually getting poor grades and detentions. Most teachers wouldn’t realize that he wasn’t as stupid as his grades led them to believe.
He had a very creative mind that may not process fast, but could crank ideas out faster than you could believe. When he had free time he spent it building… Wood, gears, springs… everything he could get his hands on. But barely anyone else knew that… to everyone else he was an idiot who never grew up…
But then again, maybe he was
In the hall he met one of his friends in the resistance and the plot started up
 Pressure Sensative · Sun Mar 16, 2008 @ 09:00pm · 0 Comments |
