Post by jason embry black on May 3, 2009 21:29:20 GMT -3
I'M ON THE RIGHT TRACK, YEAH I AM A WINNER[/FONT]
JASON ● EMBRY ● BLACK
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
TWENTY-ONE ● INDEPENDENT ● WEREWOLF
Steven Strait
Jason is the alpha of his pack, much like the rest of his family was. Being with that, he hates it when people tell him what to do. His very independent personality is quite the leader like personality attached. Sometimes, however, he can cross away from being a good leader. He can be very stubborn and hard to handle with. His very narrow mind doesn't help with much reasoning, which can cause a huge pain for the rest of the pack.
He is known to be a little overprotective. That is only because of Michelle. Michelle was his old girlfriend when he was in his teenage years. They were very close, and very much in love. His only fear back then, was imprinting on someone and having to leave her. Jason knew Michelle from the first day they were in school, since LaPush was such a small school. They were best friends, then grown to be lovers in the begginging of high school. Three months after his sixteenth birthday, he received a phone call that told poor Jason that she was killed by an animal. He, of course, knew that it was no animal. Rage came within him, and strangly, he started shaking uncontroably. He didn't know why, and he couldn't stop it. That is when he first burst into a werwolf. Over the years, he has been extremely pained. Most of the time, he is very good at hiding it, since he does have much responsibilty as a leader. So, maybe I shouldn't say he is good at hiding it. Just that he is too distracted to take time to be hurt. For the best of the pack, it is better that way.
He has a very adultish look to him, just as many werewolves do. He has short scruffy black hair with medium skin. His face is very hard, no childish rims around it. His height is almost at seven foot, which is really saying something. He had broad shoulders, built body, all in all, very large in size. You won't find many werewolves that look like him as a werwolf. Instead of all the grays and sandy colors, he has redish brown fur covering him. Being the alpha, he is also the tallest and biggest of the werewolf pack.
EMILY ● FOURTEEN ● PM
"Jason sprang his eyes open to find himself staring at his plain off white cleaning. It was just a dream. He thought with annoyance that he freaked out over a dumb dream. Laying there for a moment, he tried to remember what time he fell asleep. He came in the middle of the afternoon, trying to stay awake by watching an interesting show. The show kept him awake for a while, but unfortuantly, the comerials were rather bland. He was tired enough that the comericals made him fall over sleeping.
He scratched his head, groaning a little bit as he sat up. Weirdly, it wasn't day time anymore. The windows were a painted black sky while the room itself, was very dark and dim. He could still see and make out things very clearly, so there had to be some light coming from somewhere. Looking down, he saw a midnight blue, fuzzy, soft blanket covering the bottom half of his stomach, legs, and feet. He didn't remember putting that on him, so he assumed it was his sister.
Getting from under the warmth of the blanket, he stepped into the kitchen. The light was on, but no one was there. He realized that he needed to get some food tomorrow, since the pack was often here, snacking on something. Jason wasn't poor, but he sure wasn't rich either. He worked to gather his money, put college aside, and took care of his sister and the pack. He didn't really mind, since it kept him at least doing something helpful.
Letting his mind wander, he thought about his weird crazed out dream. It was a dream of the bloodsucker that got ahold of Michelle. Jason was fighting him to the death, and was losing. But since it was a dream, he still was ready to take him anytime. Anywhere. Anyplace. Yes, Jason had been prepared for him since she died, which was four and a half years ago. It seemed like so much longer then that. Or four hours of breathing underwater. It was torture, but he kept it inside of him, out of the pack's feelings and thoughts.
That was the real pain in the ass about being a werewolf. There was no such thing as a secret. Small or big, if you even thought of a glispe of it, there was no way that could slip to the pack. Because now, they caught a glimpse of what you caught a glimpse at. Jason hadn't done anything to be ashamed of, but it was weird hearing others thoughts. It was just strange hearing a night he spent with a girl, or a stupid arguement, or even a stupid thought. Nothing was unknown, and everything was open for conversation. On the bright side, Jason ordered that whatever was discussed during a patrol, stayed at a patrol.
His eyes started to get droopy again, since he was rudely awaken from his fake dream. So, deciding to go to his own bedroom, he lay down on his bed. It was very easy to sleep, and it didn't take any time at all...." [/center]
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