[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson's jaw trembled and he began to cry, looked away. "Nothing ever fucking works out, Deacon." He choked. "I-...I can't sit and watch him grow older...I don't wanna live forever..." He wiped at his eyes, pissed. "I'm gonna kill that bastard," He mumbled, eyes flashing dangerously. He stuffed the drugs back in his pocket, hugged Deacon tight for a moment until he grew dizzy and stepped back. He gazed at him a moment longer, then turned and started for the old hotel, wings tucked close to his back since he had yet how to figure out how to retract them. He didn't exactly care.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon debated telling him he'd tell Marcus to bite him, but he decided against it. That was a decision they wanted to make, if they wanted to be together forever. Forever was a long time. He got up and walked back through the woods to his house with his head down, unaware of the wild goose chase Jayson was bound to be on just to find Nevada. With a little luck, he might still be alive.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson winced as he finally managed to retract his wings, and began to wander around near the hotel and local shops, crying softly. He didn't know where to start, what to look for.. This wasn't him..he was supposed to be curled up on the couch playing video games or out with his friends being stupid.. Or at the mall bothering Zander and Nevada... He began to cry harder, bringing a hand to his face angrily.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada cried out, not sure where he was. All he knew was it was dark and it looked like an abandoned gas station. He rubbed his eye, one of the colored contacts popping out. "Lemme go.." He cried, stumbling sleepily from the car. The drugs hadn't lasted near as long as Nixon had expected, the parasite keeping him awake and asleep when it pleased. The boy grabbed him and Nevada screamed, trying to pull away. "No! No! I want Jayce!" He cried, trying his hardest to wiggle out of Nixon's grasp.

"You don't even know who you are!" Nixon retorted.

"I want Jayson! Stop! I hate you!"

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson squirmed in discomfort, growling. "Fucking stupid pointless dumb fuck- argh!" He unfurled his wings again with a pained whimper. "Stupid things.." He mumbled, and began to wander further down the road where the more abandoned buildings were, figuring they were most useful for hiding people. It was quiet and he frowned, left alone to thoughts he didn't want to think.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada started to sob as Nixon grabbed at his jacket, trying to haul him back to the car. "No.. Stop.. I DON'T WANNA!" He screamed, literally crawling away on his hands and knees. He remembered what Zander had told him and sat down. Dead weight was much harder to pick up, and so was a sitting person.

"Nevada, get up right now!" Nixon said, clearly agitated.

"YOU AREN'T JAYSON AND I'M NOT GETTING UP FOR YOU, YOU FUCKING PRICK." He screamed.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson blinked at the distant sound of arguing, silently moving closer. He peered around the corner, Nixon hauling some blonde guy back. But when before he even screamed Nevada's name, Jayson knew it was him. Not even hair dye and contacts could change his face. He shrank back, chewing on his lip. Nixon was pretty much back from the dead. The only way to get rid of him would be putting him in jail. Which meant Jayson had to stay dead.. Nobody could know he was back until Nixon was proved guilty and that it was premeditated. Either that or a fucking asylum. But there didn't seem to be one nearby.
'Better build one, fast,' He thought bitterly to himself. He grabbed a brick and snuck closer, waiting for Nixon to move into view before he three"w it at the back of his head.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada grumbled as Nixon fell on top of him, shoving him off of him. But he didn't think he was dead. He couldn't die, right? He'd never die. "You took my Jayson.." He cried, popping out the other contact despite it meaning he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He pulled his knees close until he was content Nixon was down, then he laid down, too afraid to walk anywhere. He was lost and confused and practically blind. "I want Jayson.." He mumbled to himself.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson watched a moment longer then stepped forward. He snatched Nevada, covering his mouth with a hand, and dragged him into the alley. White wings curled forward as if to sheild them. "Nevada.." He choked softly. "Baby it's okay..."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"No!" Nevada cried, trying to scramble away until he heard Jayson's voice. "Jayce?" He asked, reaching out blindly to touch him. He ran his fingers slowly over his chest, tears falling down his cheeks. "Please don't leave me.. Please don't leave, Jayce.." He sobbed, wrapping his arms tightly around him. "I love you.. I'm sorry.. I love you.."