* I'VE SOLD MY SOUL TO THE OPEN ROAD ,

[chloe]

IT'S NOT EASY MAKING A NAME FOR YOURSELF,
where do you draw the line?
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE IN THIS FAR - - - *

SO, MAYBE THE PARK WASN'T THE FIRST PLACE you'd expect to find a guy like jasper. he was always known for more.. "gritty" settings. pfft, as if new york city wasn't a gritty enough place to be in the first place. but there was always a place you'd expect to find a guy like jasper in. presumably a place filled with "bad characters". he was never the prom king or the jock type; not even in high school. hell, the only reason why he attended prom in high school was for the fact that he spiked the punch. oh, how stupid they were to think that he wouldn't be the one to bring along the alcohol. naturally, it resulted in a few weeks's suspension, but it was senior year. what kind of effect would it have on him? none, that's what. but anyway, high school was over. they were living in a new era, baby. one where detention was the equivalent of jail and the slutty girls that tried to get with you in gym class were now the gold digging whores that tried to marry you for your money. well, what many you had, anyway. the world was a funny place, and as much as it changed, it barely changed at all. for example, jasper getting into fights at school was now jasper getting into fights in bars. jasper having sex with those girls in high school was now jasper having sex with his film teacher in film school. it really was a strange world.

such thoughts of the past and the present ran through the twenty-five year old's head as he sat on the wooden green-painted bench. a cigarette rested between his tattooed fingers: a Marlboro Red, unmistakeably. smoke rose from it's burning end as his darkened eyes wandered about, taking in the sights that surrounded him. he didn't plan on going to the park today as a matter of fact, jasper never really planned anything. he just sort of wandered and let his feet guide him where ever he was meant to be. "go with the flow", right? now, the park wasn't necessarily his first choice. if anything, he would've just called someone up and demanded that they go somewhere. but elias was out and he didn't really feel like making any calls out to anyone. oh, and a good portion of his friends were out on the west coast. times like these made him miss the californian sun and made him want to get on the first plane back. but for the moment, he and his best friend were residing in new york city while they worked. after all, the cast of The Marriage Plan needed someone to scream at them, and that was just his job.

it seemed like other people were questioning why he was at the park as well. posh people strolled past him, chatting delightfully until they stumbled upon him. their eyes looked away from the path in front of them to gaze at him, looking him up and down. so, maybe he had more tattoos than a mother could bear her child to have. maybe the cigarette smoke between his fingers could contribute to some sort of second hand smoke or whatever the fuck was going through their heads. so what? a simple sneer from jasper or him immediately thrusting up his favorite finger at them was enough to make them look away from him. he rolled his eyes as he raised his the cigarette to his lips again. the end burned a slight orange as he sucked inward, holding the smoke of the cigarette in his lungs. lowering it once more, he looked out at the pond that laid before him. it had been the first time this week that the sun bothered to make even the slightest of appearances, since it was captured mostly by the rain and clouds that pursued. but the clouds didn't bother him, so he wasn't about to let such a day pass him by. instead, he exhaled the smoke and continued to gaze outward, as if he were looking for something and nothing at the same time.

open.

* WORD COUNT; eight hundred and nine. LYRICS; the downfall of us all by a day to remember.

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[lisam]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -

this is all too much, this one sentence repeated itself in lisa's mind, over and over. her mother had just called her to inform her of her engagement, this isn't happening. she had to get out of home, away to anywhere. she had no clue where her feet were taking her but they were following the route she took as a child to the park, central park to be exact. she was still young when she first moved to new york, only fifteen, so she always used to walk this path to do work for her art class, or english. you see, lisa had always had a talent when it came to writing nut she chose acting as her career path because of her love for it. she used to sometimes ride her bike along here, it was vintage and partly rusted up but she used to love it, dodging all the traffic on the footpath.

she listened to the traffic, it always started to die down as you entered the park, it was like the trees were blocking the outside world from the children playing in the park. lisa felt comfortable finally, at home. as she wondered along the path she almost forgot her home country, she felt like she belonged in this bustling metropolis. this was unusual for her, it was probably because she was feeling quite emotional, she normally felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb. she whipped a cigarette out of her jacket pocket, she knew smoking was a dirty habit but it was just what she did. she placed the cigarette in her mouth while she fumbled around for a lighter, when she couldn't find one she was about to give up as she came across someone she wouldn't expect to hang out in a place like this. lisa was conflicted, she wasn't sure if she should approach him, but what was the worse that could happen. "you don't happen to have a lighter, do you?" her australian accent was still strong despite her being an american citizen now.

WORDS ?!five-oh-four
TAGGED ?! jasper
OUTFIT ?! click
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! moi!
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! blah blah rahr[/size]

[chloe]

IT'S NOT EASY MAKING A NAME FOR YOURSELF,
where do you draw the line?
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE IN THIS FAR - - - *

CENTRAL PARK BROUGHT BACK SOME SERIOUS MEMORIES. well, memories that he didn't care to remember. it made him think back to when he and elias first moved to new york city. they didn't want to be separated by the whole college thing. they'd been inseparable since high school and the last thing they wanted was to be separated because of college. so, the next best idea was to go half way across the fucking country to attend film school. was it the smartest idea they'd ever had? maybe. maybe not. but hey, they were making it in the world. jasper was making good money for directing movies. well, being the assistant director. but he wasn't going to be the assistant director his whole life. to hell with that idea. he was going to direct his own movies before he got out of the industry. yeah, that was one of his goals. guys like jasper did have goals, no matter how had it was to believe that.

jasper's eyes wandered up towards the sky. the clouds seemed to subside a bit, making the sun more acknowledgable. the sunshine reflected off the pond slightly, mirroring the magnificent rays. it looked like a shot straight of of a movie. some romance movie, preferably, where lovers would be walking down the footpaths or standing on the various bridges in the park, looking down at the water. it only added to the fact of how strange it was to see jasper in such a place. then again, new york city was known to house a variety of freaks, wasn't it? he shrugged at his inner thoughts before placing the burning cigarette back up to his lips.he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, releasing the smoke that he held in his lungs. it was when he heard an accented voice speak to him. his eyes opened to find a girl, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two or somewhere around that age, standing in front of him. she was asking for a lighter or something like that. he raised an eyebrow at the brown-eyed girl before giving her a slight nod. jasper began to pat his pockets in search of his favorite zippo lighter. his tattooed fingers reached inside of the pocket of his jacket and withdrew his black ace of spades zippo. he flicked it open and lit it, right before smartly saying, " i'd let you light it yourself, but you just might run away with it. "

closed for lisa may.

* WORD COUNT; five hundred and forty. LYRICS; the downfall of us all by a day to remember.

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[lisam]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -

lisa smiled, a shy smile, but it was still one. her eye's crinkled slightly and her dimples stood out on her smooth, pale skin. she bent forward to let him light her up, she knew she shouldn't be smoking. she used to do it all the time but she recently gave it up due to her grandfather dying of lung cancer but right now, she really did not care. her mother could go crawl into a hole and die for all she cared."thanks." she said after he lit it up, she sucked in the smoke and let it fill her lungs, it didn't feel as good as she remembered. she stood back up straight and gazed at the people walking past, they were all either rich or lovestruck couples, she felt very odd standing there next to this complete stranger.

"i'm lisa, by the way." she stood there awkwardly, wondering whether she should take a seat or not, but for the moment she felt more comfortable standing. she peered at the man that was sitting right there, lisa was jealous of his tattoos, she had never had enough guts to get any. everything about him had a punk/hardcore edge to it, which she liked. she'd always wanted to be like that but she couldn't, not if she wanted to be an actress. she had to be a blank canvas, she had to let the directors paint her with different characters, she could never, ever be herself. that was the only thing she hated about her career choice, always being someone else, someone that she either loathed or someone that she wanted to be. but she's used to it, being someone else is what she is best at.

WORDS ?!four-six-oh
TAGGED ?! jasper
OUTFIT ?! click
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! moi!
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! sorry, it's not my best.[/size]

[chloe]

IT'S NOT EASY MAKING A NAME FOR YOURSELF,
where do you draw the line?
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE IN THIS FAR - - - *

PEOPLE ALWAYS TOLD JASPER THAT SMOKING WAS A DIRTY HABIT. he was always scolded him for it. whether it was his aunt ( who he loved dearly ) or his school teachers ( who he didn’t like as much ), he was always hearing it from someone. the principal and his assistants would always call jasper down to the main office. it was there that he spent a good portion of the time, being chewed out by the administrators. they told him that he was a bad influence on the other students. they’d caught him smoking and drinking around the area of the school on several occasions, and it didn’t help that he was underage. it was truly a waste of time. well, in jasper’s perspective anyway. he didn’t bother to listen to what they were saying. after about the tenth administrator meeting, jasper just learned how to tune them out. it was quite annoying, really, when you were sleeping in your physics class, only to hear your name being called on the intercom. and every time they called him, he would get up from his seat and move to the door, only to be followed by a procession of “oooooooh”’s coming from his classmates. high school was a really, really annoying process that he believed no one should have to deal with. but hey, that was just his theory.

the girl leaned down and lit her cigarette and he could almost taste the sweet smoke that was pouring into her system as she sucked in. ” no problem, ” jasper quickly replied after hearing the girl’s thanks. plenty of people always asked jasper for a light. sometimes it was crackheads in the parks, and sometimes it was just hipsters whose presence pissed him off. either way, jasper didn’t give them lights all the time. it was part of his whole “well, that’s too bad, isn’t it?” demeanor. he was probably just in a decent enough mood to light the girl’s cigarette. jasper was waiting for her to walk away after she got her light. this was new york city, after all. so, jasper looked up at her as she stood there, arching his eyebrow. ”i’m lisa, by the way.” okay, so this was somewhat surprising. he didn’t know this girl at all, so why was she wasting her time? was she just trying to kill time, because she had to do something at a specific time afterwards and had nothing better to do at the moment. jasper didn’t know her reasoning. maybe she was crazy. she remained standing and jasper continued to look at her, his eyebrow arched. maybe she wanted something. who the hell knew. if she wanted t o bum another cigarette off of him, then she was out of luck. ” jasper, ” he simply replied, continuing to look at her. ” you need something or are you just generally ‘nice’? ” he questioned. he didn’t like it when people talked to him, only because they wanted something out of him. it was a waste of his time.

closed for lisa may.

* WORD COUNT; five hundred and sixty two. LYRICS; the downfall of us all by a day to remember.

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[lisam]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -

jasper, his name was surprising, lisa was expecting a street name, not the one that he was given to him by his parents. when she was young, about fourteen, everyone in her grade never used there real name and always insisted on being called 'fenn dawg' or whatever name there classmates came up with. she remembered when one of her friends made up her own name, no-one would ever call her that. it was all about pleasing the peers, never about being yourself. that was why lisa had always stuck with her own name whenever possible, except when she was playing derby, because then, she was a whole new person. she was strong and violent and wasn't afraid of anyone. she half-wished she could always be like that, but then she'd get attacked in the street which wouldn't be too great.

"you need something or are you just generally ‘nice’?" lisa would never go up to a random to bum thing off of, she has her friends for that. the real reason i'm here is because i have no where else to go... of course she wouldn't admit that, it was hard enough to think that but she knew she couldn't go home, being home alone in that empty apartment will just drive here mad. well, madder than usual. "am i not allowed to be nice?" she asked, being a smart arse is one of her better qualities

WORDS ?!four-oh-two
TAGGED ?! jasper
OUTFIT ?! click
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! moi!
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! ^.^[/size]

[chloe]

IT'S NOT EASY MAKING A NAME FOR YOURSELF,
where do you draw the line?
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE IN THIS FAR - - - *

THAT WAS THE FUNNY THING ABOUT THESE PLACES. everyone expected jasper to be a thug. he was the type to be selling drugs, stealing things, hustling, whatever. what defined him as that type anyway? was it because he was of a muscular build? or maybe because he had plenty of tattoos? or what it the fact that he wielded cigarettes like they were his weapon against society? he didn't know. it was all based on people's assumptions. it was really ignorant, ut the world was an ignorant place. besides, even if he was a street kid, there was no way in fucking hell that he was going by any name that ended in 'dawg'. hell no. he had too much pride for that. jasper was never about following the social order or society's ideas of what people were supposed to do and look like. with all of his tattoos, there was no way that he was getting some perfectionist award. he was looked down on as the bad guy in high school, and he would be looked down on as the bad guy now. not that cared. people's ideas about him didn't phase him.

but anyway, this wasn't him. this was about the girl that was standing there in front of him, jasper looking at her intently. he was making a mental bet with himself: how long would it take for him to scare her off. he wasn't necessarily trying to scare the girl off, but he tended to have that effect on people. there was no doubt in his mind that this girl would be the exact same. she seemed... fragile. that was the only word that could come to mind. she had a sweet fact and a small frame. he had to give the girl some kudos for having the balls to approach him in the first place. " i'm not saying that you can't be nice, " he retorted, leaning against the bench as he looked over at her with darkened eyes. " but people don't approach me to be 'nice'. " it was facts, and facts just didn't lie. " let me guess, " he started, leaning forward and tapping his tattooed index finger on his chin. " you have nothing better to do with your time, so you thought it would be a good idea to talk to a complete stranger. " he looked the girl over once, nodding at his statement as if he knew that it were true. " right or wrong? be honest. i won't be offended, trust me. "


closed for lisa may.

* WORD COUNT; five hundred and sixty five. LYRICS; the downfall of us all by a day to remember.

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[lisam]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -

"wrong." lisa replied with a cheeky grin, he was wrong, mostly. she knew that she could be sitting at the other side of the park, writing or drawing but he seemed like an interesting person to talk to. much more interesting than those preppy girls that all used to be cheerleaders in high school, lisa still knew a couple of them and they still didn't have one thing useful in their head. a lot of them went on to marry rich men, then divorce them and be stuck with the kids they had. she'd never wanted that life, a life of intellect was all she had ever wanted.

she pushed up her jacket sleeves to reveal a large, purple-blue bruise on her forearm. she had got it from roller derby and not even in a real game. it was just from practice, just from mucking around with her friends. she was used to that, and sure it hurt but so did a lot of things. all she'd do was wince and hit them back twice as hard, it's just how things were. "what if i thought that you seemed like an interesting person to talk to?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

WORDS ?!three-six-nine
TAGGED ?! jasper
OUTFIT ?! click
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! moi!
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! yes, its short. yes, im lazy.[/size]