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Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Uh-oh, awkwardness ensues, what should we do about our posts, @HeartsCollide

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Jareth followed after Hunter as he stormed into the girls condo. Who did he think he was, anyway? Just walking away from a direct question like that... The kid really had a death wish tonight, invincible or not. It is a well-known fact that hurting people hurt people, and that is what was happening all around them. Apparently, even as fucked up as they were, Jar and Delilah were the only ones who could work it out civilly. A martini here and there, sure, but hey! Gotta live a little! Jar knew that the other two girls probably had broken hearts and both needed help, but he was more worried about Adelisa. He recognized the hopelessness in her eyes all too well. He'd been there, many times, and he couldn't watch someone else go through with it.

Jar walked into the condo to see Hunter flailing at and banging on the door like a raging animal. These people had no chill... "Seriously, dude, that is not going to help. Everyone needs to quiet down, please. And you need to go talk to the woman you gave your heart to. She's in pain too, and that is totally your fault. Maybe you should try telling her the truth for once." His words bit sharper than a razor's edge, clearly he wasn't over being lied to himself. Not from a supposed 'best friend'. "If you guys can just give me a few minutes alone with her, I can try to help her. Just, go be with Amelia." They all quieted down, Lila just looked at him and he nodded at her "You can trust me with this. And Grant, I don't think she'll want you in the room, not right away." With that Jar just sat down on the floor. He didn't bang on the door, he didn't knock, he didn't even say anything. He just slid his right hand under the door. The letter's "D-R-O-P" were tattooed across his fingers - his other hand said "D-E-A-D", but he kept that by his side- so it would be easy for her to tell who was there. Sometimes all someone feeling like Adelisa was feeling needed, was a hand to hold. It didn't need to be the closest person to them, sometimes it was better to just have a total stranger listen to you. Sometimes just sitting in silence together felt better than being alone...

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

He's such a babe! (and is my main inspiration for Jar :p)

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I have really exciting drama planned out for Jar, but I'm waiting for the right moment to write it in. :D

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

@Remipa Awesome, for Hunter:

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Jareth was sure that Hunter was actually losing his mind. He was laughing, fucking laughing, at the situation. What the hell? Jar just looked at him with his mouth agape, his eyebrows stitched together incredulously. "That's what you're taking from this? That you're invincible?" Jar chuckled in frustrated disbelief "You're even more of an idiot than I thought. I gotta go, man, don't manage to kill your invincible self while I'm gone." Jar said and turned to walk away, not wanting to be around the drama anymore. Maybe he'd leave a note for Lila and go for a long run... But, just as his back was turned, Hunter said "And I ain't a Daddy! The kid ain't mine!". That stopped Jar dead in his tracks. "What?" he asked as he spun around. "So are you lying to me now, or were you lying then, when you said that pregnant girl was the reason you and Amelia broke up?" Jareth didn't bother to hide the anger and accusation in his tone. He was overall disgusted with his 'best friend', despite being grateful that he was alive.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

@HeartsCollide, if you want, you could put the chatzy link in your first OOC intro post, that way it is easier for people to join. I feel like my link is going to get lost in the pages of the OOC. On the contrary, people could just bookmark the link on their browser like I have, whatever works. I'm on there now if anyone wants to chat! :3

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Beatrix wondered why they didn't just kill the boy, if Dracula was so dangerous to have around. She didn't dare speak her thoughts aloud though, most of the room already found her heartless enough. Trixy also wondered why the Kingstons feared Dracula so much. They were a vampire clan so full of self-loathing, you'd figure they'd worship a vampire who ate and killed it's own kith and kin. Perhaps they didn't hate their undead predatory life as much as they let on. Beatrix finally spoke, "Become human once more? And just how does one go about that, Praetor?" Was there some secret cure that no one but Praetor knew about, or was he just spouting off useless impossible solutions to the problem.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Jareth didn’t know how long he’d spent sitting there staring at the patterns in the carpet. At some point he had pulled out his wallet and taken out the picture of Lila and himself that he still had. The photo was wrinkled and worn out, but it was a selfie of them happily kissing in the snow, on a road trip home to meet her parents. They were so happy on their way there, and oh so not happy on their way back. Jar had put the photo back in his wallet and rested his head against the wall, exhaling heavily. The fact that everything was taking so long wasn’t a good sign…

Grant had finally showed up and stopped when he saw Jar in the hallway. "Well, you look upset. Did your ex make out with your best friend too?” he asked.

“Not exactly.” Jar replied, it was quite the opposite actually, but Grant didn’t need to hear about that now. “But, uh, Hunter took off..." Jareth stood up and let out another deep exhale, as if he was preparing himself for a brave confession. It kind of was, he was about to admit something that even Delilah didn’t know about him. His college therapist told him that it wasn’t a good idea to internalize it so much, the fact that he’d lost his two best childhood friends in a horrible drunk driving accident in high school. And, that only a few weeks before graduation, he had to put on a suit and make a speech at the funeral for the only two people in the world that had showed him any kind of love. There was a reason that he wasn’t that close to his Crim Son band mates, Jessie and Eric. There was a reason that his new college friends were nothing like him. He picked safe friends this time around. He picked friends that he thought wouldn’t die on him. He had always thought, that if Hunter was going to die early, it would have been from a freak accident to go down in the history books, like his shotgun misfiring while shooting targets in his back yard. But not like this…

Jar looked at Grant with eyes swallowed deep in sorrow. “There is a reason I made us put our keys in the basket –“ he tried to keep his voice from cracking, but failed. “Hunter found them, I saw his keys in his hand when he was drunk and ran off… I know you’re probably pissed at him right now, but there’s a possibility that we might not see him alive again. I couldn’t catch him in time.” He was trying to convince himself that it wasn’t his fault, he’d taken the keys, he tried to prevent this, he tried to catch him, but he wasn’t quick enough. “I don't think I can handle watching a third best friend lowered into the ground because of this.” Jar admitted and his voice broke in sadness.

Grant was still trying to process the intensity of Jar’s emotions when Hunter returned. His arm was in a sling and his forehead was bruised. Waves of relief washed over Jar. ”Alright, First off, sorry for telling you off Jareth…” Hunter began apologizing to the both of them while Jareth just stared in shock. “You’re alive!” Jar said when he finally found the words and he hugged his stupid mule of a friend tightly. Jar never really pretended to be a tough guy, he owned up to his sensitivity and felt unashamed to hug someone he cared about. At the same time, he did still have quite the temper, which usually only flared up when Lila and he fought. He could usually channel it into his music. Despite his friend being injured, Jar pushed him hard into the wall “Don’t you EVER do that again, you fucking idiot! You could have died! You look like you’re lucky that you didn’t.” Not to mention that getting a job would be next to impossible with a DUI charge under his belt. “You’re going to be a father, what were you thinking?”

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I'm here now! Woohoo, writing a post.