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*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

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justroses‌:

blue spun around, the smile falling from their face as fast as it had appeared, “um, ex-fucking-scuse you.” anger coursed through their veins as they studied the asshole they’d bumped into. sure, it wasn’t fun getting hit, but doing it back after they’d apologized? fuck that shit. 

JASON turned around, his hands forming a fist. he wasn’t a fighter, sure he was a dick but he wasn’t impulsive. but he was already angry, he didn’t want to be in this damn party in the first place. “ hey girly you were the one who bumped into me ”

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sweetdreamcr‌:

❝ ｡ ✩ ﾟ HE LAUGHED because honestly he had so much shit in NYC that he left behind. there was an ex, unfulfilled career, a little bit of an absent sex life. so could he just bubble in all of the above and then a little bit more. so taking a hit of his cigarette, he simply smirked and crossed his legs. 

❝ i mean, i guess you can say it’s a little bit of all three. i’m from NYC and it was hard to open up a successful tattoo parlor in such a big city. everyone wanted to go to the older ones rather than one with no reviews, ❞ he explained. ❝  then there was a little bit of crazy ex, which led to absent sex life. so yeah– a little bit of all of them. ❞

JASON scoffed, a singular chuckle falling from his lips. “ that’s shit man. ” he mumbled, his head leaning on the wall as he took another drag of the cigarette. he never enjoyed small talk or any kind of talk for that matter. he was the town’s recluse and he was fine with that, he’s revelled in self-imposed isolation his whole life. yet here he was, maybe enjoying a conversation with a man he’d probably seen once or twice, making an effort at getting to know the “ and had the move from ellingham helped all that ?? ” he moved his hand in a lazy circular movement, gesturing towards the other’s previous problems. 

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elaraadams‌:

elara had made a lot of mistakes in her life, mistakes she ran away from, mistakes she desperately wanted to forget, but there was one mistake which she couldn’t run away from. jason, the only person in her life who had ever truly loved her, and she had broken his heart. that was the only mistake that elara would do anything to take back. it took her longer than it should have to realize just how badly she had hurt him and she had wished for a way to make it up somehow, but she never expected to see him again, let alone in the small town she had settled down in. she caught glimpses of him from time to time, like a ghost haunting her, but they had never spoken. 

and then, seemingly out of nowhere, there he was, in the women’s clothes section of all places. he always had a way of sneaking up on her. she had thought about what she would say to him a thousand times, but now all of her rehearsed apologies felt stale and inadequate. unfortunately, there was no guide for what to say to your ex whose heart you broke without meaning to, so she settled for a simple but classic opener. ❝ hi jason. ❞

JASON stopped his scattered looks and his eyes met hers, his knees felt weak, his chest squeezed, his mouth felt dry and the words miserably failed to escape her lips. he cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. “ hey. ” he mumbled, desperately wanting a cigarette between his fingers, desperately wanting the temporarily soothing feeling of nicotine to destroy his lungs. but this damn store didn’t allow smoking. fuck. 

his mind failed to think of anything else to say. there was nothing. they were nothing. they are nothing. for years he’d seen her around town but it seemed that both had avoided the other but the two of them meeting again was inevitable and now they were there, jason silently observing what had changed but really was looking for any signs of heart break, looking for the same sorrow in her eyes that he had seen in his own. “ i should really go. ” he muttered. 

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TASK        001         :         JASON          HOBBS       !

SECTION ONE : APPEARANCE

i. attractiveness : hobbs looks like he’s been pulled from a scene in a seventies punk-rock movie. his unruly brown curls falls down to his shoulders and then there’s the weird fringe thing at the front, he is dressed in grunge clothes ( mostly second hand ) lots of denim, lots of rips, no colour please jason’s wardrobe is in black and white and blue and he wears a bandana more than the average person ( it keeps his hair back when he’s cooking okay ! not that he thinks it looks super fly on him ) externally he thinks he’s attractive, that all these girls will come flocking to him but inside he knows he can’t compete with alll the other good-looking-not-afraid-of-commitment guys out there 

ii. height : jason is certainly not the tallest guy in town, he’s about 6 feet, comfortable with his height, he can see concerts fine, he can reach the top shelves okay and plus it’s really good when you are ever staring down someone ( and for jason that’s practically every day ) 

iii. tattoos + piercings : he has one tattoo on his left chest  it is for the date that his parents divorced, he didn’t know why but it was just one of those things he did when he still had half a sense left after a night out, at his rawest and truest moment, it showed that subconsciously jason knows that the divorce impacted him more than anything and that it caused him to become the person he was now and since he’s kind a dick, that’s not really a good thing 

iv. growing up : growing up jason’s dad was young and immature in nature, he went to parties a lot and drunk a lot but loved the 70s and everything about it, he was the one who introduced jason to 70s rock and is the man behind his whole rockstar bravado, his parents divorced when he was sixteen after that he became a mischief in high school, he toyed with girls hearts and he smoked and drank and he went to parties and was certainly one of the jocks but often he found himself at night, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about how lonely he really was

SECTION TWO : RELATIONSHIPS

i. best friend : teddy torres 

ii. roommate : marissa green  

iii. like a little sister : phoenix 

iv. frenemies : charlotte sinclair 

v. ex girlfriend / first love : elara adams 

SECTION THREE : PERSONALITY TYPE

i. archetype : the veiled strength 

ii. alignment : neutral 

iii. ennegram : the individualist 

iv. personality type : executive 

v. soul type : thinker 

vi. intelligence type : intrapersonal 

vii. big five : neuroticism

viii. temperament : the melancholic 

ix. zodiac sign : taurus ( may. 14 )

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JASON has always been good at forgetting things, he prides himself in how easily he can forget things. but they’re usually meaningless things, where he put his lighter, where he put his wallet, where he put his jacket. but he could never forget elara adams ( @elaraadams​ ) . his first love really came a little later than expected and it surprised him out of nowhere, he didn’t expect to fall so fast but with her, his walls just fell. it was the biggest mistake of his life. the break-up had left him torn and shattered and he tried to run away from it, he did but the two of them somehow ended up in the same damn’ town. talk about bad luck. he’d avoided her of course, always crossing the road when he’d seen her coming his way, turning around when she was walking past, really he’s put way too much effort than the average ex-boyfriend. 

it was the weekend before the winter bash party and he had gone to the shopping centre to buy a Christmas gift for teddy. it was early yes but he knew he’d forget by the actual twenty-fourth and all the good stuff would be gone by then anyway. he had been carelessly strolling through the women’s clothes section when he saw her. and the bad thing was, he still looked at her like it was the first time he’d seen her, with pure admiration. he blinked the feelings away and looked around hoping for an escape, shit, shit, shit, shit. 

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charlottexsinclair‌:

Charlotte tilted her head slightly, starring at him as he grabbed the flask back. It was almost like a challenge at this point. Anything that they could say to one-up the other was uttered, and it just fueled the fire. “You say the sweetest things,” she responded, her voice flat as she brought her cup up to her lips and took a small sip. “And I’m only like this around certain people. You know, when the other person is a total dick and has no regard for anyone but themselves? Yeah, that type.” She blinked, suddenly way too aware of how close he was standing to her. “Uh, personal space, much? Or is this the closest to a girl you’ve ever been in your life and you’re trying to let it sink in?”

JASON scoffed, a chuckle falling from his lips. “ sorry i just had to get a closer look because i couldn’t believe someone was that . . . “ he paused for dramatic effect, his eyes observing her features starting from her eyes then down to her lips ( the latter, a gaze which last longer than he intended ) “ ugly.” his lips broke into a smirk and he stepped back. now charlotte sincialr wasn’t ugly at all, in fact quite the opposite ( and jason’s always had a thing for brunettes ) but that was something he’d never admit in a million years. “seriously sinclair, does it hurt to look in the mirror or do you just avoid mirrors at all costs ? ”  

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liatrxn‌:

november 17th, 2019, the winter bash

     teeth catch her bottom lip, fingers thrumming against the cup held within her grasp - eagerly, anxiously. despite being a resident for half a year already, socializing outside of work was scarce. no, she hardly ever left her apartment. her apartment was warm. it was comfortable. it was safe. courage had quickened her pulse upon the news of the event, the petite female determined to attend and have a good time, maybe even make a friend or two, but now? she was ready to flee.

     goodbye winter bash, it was nice knowing you.

     resolute in her decision to leave she turns, pivoting on heel to search for the nearest exit, when whoops. clumsily she collides with the body directly behind her, the contents of her cup spilling over and showering the two of them, their attire absolutely soiled.

     “oh my god, i’m so sorry, i should have been paying attention, i really didn’t mean to, oh my god, i’m really, really, really sorry, can i get you anything? a towel? a stain stick? the police?”

JASON never planned to go to this thing. he’d only been in ellingham for what? a year ? around two  ? not enough for ellingham to give him stamp of approval which says, yes ! we’re proud to have you ! ( because really, he’s done anything but cook and smoke and drink and sleep since he’d gotten here at the age of twenty-one with nothing but a useless degree in languages ) and certainly not enough to get him mclovin’ this damn town like everybody else seem to have. 

one good thing about the winter bash, free beer. and jason never says no to anything free. so there he was, surrounded by people he lived next door to, people he worked with, people he walked past, all those people he never really acknowledge. in a town which he wouldn’t call home, against the weather that he hated, in clothes that wasn’t his own ( second hand all the way baby ) and with a haircut that was pretty much predetermined by his seventies lovin’ rock n rolling’  father.  

lost in his self-pitiful thoughts, he had bumped into someone and he felt the liquid of his drink and their drink soak throat his shirt. he looked down and clenched his jaw, anger bubbling up inside “ shit ! ” he muttered loudly, his arms falling to slip his sides. he rolled his eyes at the girl’s rambling. “ look just-- ” he sighed, he placed a hand out to signal her to stop but ended up clenching it to a fist. sidenote : another reason he hated this town, the people here were incredibly quirky and quite impossible to fully hate. except charlotte sinclair of course, he hated that girl. “ just shut up please. ”

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sweetdreamcr‌:

❝ ｡ ✩ ﾟ LOOKING UP at the male that stood before him, maev sent him a tight, but friendly smile and fished the lighter out of his pocket to hand to him. he didn’t like talking to many people, even though most of the town’s population knew him from his tattoo work. though, that didn’t mean that he thought he was too good to speak to the male. so with a better smile than before he said, ❝ are you enjoying yourself ? you know i’ve never seen the entire town gather like this– then again, i’ve only been here for about a year, ❞

JASON accepted the light with a stoic face, no grin of gratitude or smile of courtesy. this was his way with people, it wasn’t personal, he was just a cold-hearted boy who hated the world too much too early. he sighed, the smoke escaping from between his lips, not really up for the small talk. he handed the lighter back to the guy and an answer in the form of a lazy shrug. “ ellingham always does this, for some reason the people here think they’re part of one big family. it’s fucking weird. ” he said, taking another drag of his cigarette. “ so why’d you move ?  unfulfilled career ? absent sex life ? escaping an obsessed ex-girlfriend ? ” he fired the question one after the other, not particularly caring for the boundaries he may have overstepped.

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charlottexsinclair‌:

“Sure, you’re pretty. So is snow. So are sunsets. Don’t get all mushy about it,” she replied. In all honesty, she thought hot was a better way to describe him. There was no way in hell she’d say that to his face, though. She’d never hear the end of it, especially if he knew that deep down, there was a part of her that found him conventionally attractive. “Funny, I don’t see a parade of people waiting to talk to you, either. Guess we’re stuck with each other.” Wordlessly, she grabbed the flask and started to untwist the top. She paused as his comment followed, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?” she asked before bringing it to her mouth, lips wrapping around the opening and tilting her head back to take a drink. It burned her throat, but she stubbornly swallowed before pouring a little bit into her cup and passing the flask back to him. “Oops.”

JASON’S eyes never left charlotte and as she tilted her neck, his eyes traced the shape of her lips and down to the curve of her throat and for a second all feelings of animosity disappeared and he was simply a boy looking at a pretty girl. he blinked back as the warm feeling of something blossomed in his heart and shook his head in an effort to remove the thoughts from his mind. he was back to the tall-mean hating machine by the time charlotte had finished with his flask. he clenched his jaw and stepped forward as he took the flask from her hand, closing the gap between them, “sinclair, you are a piece of shit.” in one swift motion, he emptied the remaining contents of his flask down his throat, throwing his head back as he did. “and that itself is an understatement.” he said after he swallowed, his throat after years of drinking numb to the burning sensation.  

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charlottexsinclair‌:

Charlotte rolled her eyes right back once he spoke. She didn’t know how to pinpoint what it was about Jason that touched a nerve. Maybe it was his stupid haircut or his ‘I don’t care’ demeanor. Whatever the case, he was there in her breathing space and didn’t seem to want to move. “Right, I forgot about the whole selfish asshole thing you’ve got going on,” she nodded, unable to hold back the sarcasm dripping in her voice. “It doesn’t suit you, Jace. It’s a shame you’re putting that pretty face to waste with…well, that personality.” She looked around before returning her gaze to his with a huff. “Do you think I’d be asking you of all people if I wasn’t desperate? Share, or I’ll find somebody else that will.”

SOMETHING tugged in Jason’s sorrow-riddle heart heart when he heard the nickname, most people called him hobbs around town, jason by his friends but jace was something else, jace was only reserved for charlotte. he raised an eyebrow at her words, a the corners of his lips slowly tugging upwards, “aw sinclair, you think I’m prettty ? ” it wasn’t even a compliment and even with compliments jason never usually got flushed at but for some reason something besides the warming feeling of alcohol churned in his stomach. something he hadn’t felt in a long time. he ignored it of course and focused on some witty and insulting comeback to say, he scoffed “ but like you could find anybody else, you have no friends. ” yet he took out the flash from his pocket and lazily extended his arm towards the other. “ don’t drink from the flask, i don’t want to get gonorrhoea ”

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charlottexsinclair‌:

Charlotte sighed as she gathered the crowd in front of her. She was surrounded by people around her her age, but acting like they were half that. She enjoyed a good party, but this? This was stupidity at its finest. She rolled her eyes, looking down at the cup of hot chocolate she’d swiped from the town meeting. She was hoping someone there would be an absolute gem of a person at the party to spike it for her, but odds were nobody would be sober enough. Turning around, she nearly bumped right into someone and managed to just move her arm at the right time as to not spill her drink all over them. “Shit, sor-,” she started to say, her apology cut off when she realized who it was she’d bumped in to. “Oh. Fantastic, it’s you,” she deadpanned. “Please tell me you’re of some use and that you have a flask.” @jaascnn​

JASON was may half-drunk, a quarter probably ? ? he knows he has definitely not reached his limit as the anger  towards the rest of the world still hammered in his chest, around his nicotine infested lungs. he should have never really been here, with this much people, with this much alcohol, it wasn’t responsible but hell would freeze over twice before jason hobbs was ever responsible. as he thought how useless this party really, he spotted her across the mass of drunk people.  charolotte sinclai was his enemy or in other words ( and he would never admit it and he probably but. . . ) his favourite person to annoy. maybe this party wasn’t shitty after all. jason swerved through people singing, moved past people hooking up and he had thought he lost her when she had bumped right into him. he rolled his eyes. “i may, i may not. but more importantly why the hell would I share it with you?” 

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justroses‌:

WHEN: november 17, 1:03 AM WHERE: the winter bash WHO: open

blue liked the way raspberry liquor tasted on their lips and made their chest warm. they liked how their body felt soft and tingly, as though they might float out of it at any moment. they also liked how alcohol helped ease the thoughts of their argument with their sister, which had opened only a few hours before the party and had prompted their decision to go out to the stupid bash. it wasn’t that they never went to it, in fact, they came to the bash almost every year, but mostly so they could witness the debauchery rather than take part in it. now, blue was edging closer to the fire, dancing to some classic rock song that had just come on. a boy they remembered from high school was dancing with them, doing some move that prompted a fit of laughter to escape their lips and making them back up, bumping into the person behind them. “ohp!” they exclaimed, turning around and inching back onto their heels, “sorry,” they said, tilting their chin downward and opening their eyes wide to try and make out the person they’d walked into.

jason had gone to the drinks area and filled his cup to the brim. as an isolato, jason never really went to parties but when he did he tried to make the most of it and not the kind of ‘most of it’ like losing your voice because you sang too much or making out with everybody or doing stupid things with the other intoxicated people, no jason ‘made the most of it’ by getting heckin’ drunk, as drunk as he could that he would feel serenity in his mind. he turned around from the drinks table and walked into someone, and his drink splashed across his boots. he heaved a sigh before he muttered a cuss, ‘yeah you should be,” he mumbled. “is everyone blind these days or what.” he mumbled before he purposely bumped the other’s shoulder as he walked past her, annoyed that his drink was no longer at its maximum capacity. 

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sweetdreamcr‌:

❝ ｡ ✩ ﾟ THE TATTOOED male sat alone with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. he had somehow found himself outside, now people watching as everyone passed by. he didn’t belong here, he belonged in a bar downtown with the sex pistols blasting at full volume. it wasn’t like he didn’t like the party, he was just bored. he didn’t know many people. he’d only been here for a year and the people he’d met were just random hookups and a few friends. he had his clients, but other than that he didn’t really care to make many friends. so he just sat there, sipping on his drink.

JASON being the recluse that he was and as the man who lived in self-imposed isolation no one really saw him out and about. sure he was seen normally like at work or when he would occasionally grabbed a burger with his best friend and during the rare moments where he would accompany his best friend to the grocery store. he made his way to the outskirts of the party, propping a cigarette between his lips, his hands searched the pockets of his jeans and he groaned in annoyance when he realised that he might have dropped it on the way. he tried to find a source to stinge off when his gaze landed on one of the town’s tattoo artist.  “you got a light?” 

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echoapothecary‌:

Siblings: your only enemy you can’t live without.

+ bonus:

@charlottexsinclair​

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