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[center][h1][color=2e3192]Jason Green[/color][/h1][/center]
Briefly mentions: [@webboysurf]
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Dancing wasn't something Jason found himself doing often. Sure, on occasion he'd hop into the middle of the dance floor if he felt motivated enough, or needed to blend in, but most of the time? The hooded teen was standing near the entrance, trying to think of an excuse to leave. He'd pulled his hood low over his eyes to keep prying eyes off his own, and prevent a panic.

At one point, a kid in an old school he'd attended had believed his eyes were bleeding, and that had caused a real uproar. That hadn't been a good day, and he'd started wearing contacts just to keep others from questioning him. Sadly, he had none on him. He kept losing all the fake contacts he'd purchased, and so he'd had to make due with just his hood. Thankfully, even with his hood pulled low, even if anyone did manage to peek under his hood, it could be mistaken as a trick of the flashing lights. 

His head was starting to hurt, and he was beginning to consider going to the nurse when he got back to the academy if they were still around and grabbing something to lessen headaches. There were so many of his fellow mutants in the club, alongside the normals, and his X-Factor wouldn't let him hear the end of it. 

Rubbing the fabric of the hoodie in an attempt to sooth his aching head, his fingers brushed over his ears for a moment, and he thought of Heidi for a moment. He had asked her out for a date, he still couldn't believe he'd done that. Was he just crazy? He'd just met her, and he was already trying something. He needed some air, he needed to think.

Briefly moving to his eyes to one of the only guys he recognized, Jason moved away from the door and waved at them, Nikolai, he believed that what his name was. Nikolai was in the middle of a crazy dance wig out, but Jason called over to him anyways.

[color=003471]"Hey! Keep an eye on them for me!"[/color] Assuming Nikolai would know who he was referring to, Jason moved towards the entrance, silently opening the door to the outside. He didn't really think the girls would need watching over, but things happened sometimes, and he figured he'd rather have the girls, and especially Heidi, having a friendly eye kept on them. Okay he needed to stop thinking like some sort of macho hero man with an urge to protect girls. What the hell was wrong with him? 

Shoving these thoughts away momentarily, Jason's mind reached out to a small tin can lying out in the street, and felt it move. The can rocketed towards the bouncer in front of the door, colliding with their head, infuriating them into turning away from the door for a moment, giving Jason enough time to slip out unnoticed, essentially the same way he had gotten in.

Leaning against the wall, he stared up into the night sky, trying to piece together his thoughts. Being alone for so long had made him clingy, that was probably it, he had been without friends for such a long time that he was taking things a little overboard. Maybe he should've started asking how to build friendships, as embarrassing as that sounded. He really needed to stop stalking people for that matter. Wait, was it really considered stalking? His thought process continued in silence, though to others, he most likely looked like an edgy and somewhat intimidating shadowy figure leaning against a club's exterior, silently waiting to ambush some poor victim and rob them of everything.

Course, if this was the case, the only thing Jason would've actually stolen off them was a few dollars for drinks for the both of them.