[i]Darkness... Darkness... Darkness... [/i]

Jason hear repeated over and over, even when he was snapped out of that strange... State he'd fond himself in. When his vision returned, his team was on the losing edge, he was dead and-

"[b][i]DEFEAT.[/i][/b]"

"FUCK!" Jason cried, smashing his head into his desk, or rather, through it again and landing on the floor. "Uuuuurgh...! Goddamnit! Right when we were about to get into a fight! The hell was that about anyway?!" He got himself up and brushed his clothes off, cleaerly pissed. "You know what? Yeah. I'll go there and give you a good knuckle supper for making me lose!" Blatant lies, of course. It was already lost. But whatever works as a channel to let his anger out. Not even bothering to brush that messy hair of his and easily sliding into his shoes the angry little kid bolted for the door. "Jason wa-" His Mother's voice rang out from behind, but the door was already closed on her.

About half way there they realised something funny. "Wait, Isn't C9 an E-Sports company? ...Heeeeey... That actually doesn't sound to bad!" A stupid grin came on his face, looking around the city for the next stop. Actually, he had no idea why he knew where the place was but, somehow, Jason did. It took him another 20 minutes to arrive, yawing a bit and opening the door with gusto. "CLOUD NINE HERE I- Oh." Much to his dissapointment there were no C9 decoratins or shirts but only regular people sitting there. "Ah, what the hell? I thought this was C9's place... And why are you all here anyway?!" walking down the stairs for, actually no reason, Jason sat next to the wall far away from the others.

[i]"Great... I got baited."[/i] He mumbles underneath his breath.