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Jasper felt lazy today. A week spent around dinosaurs being little to nothing should have reinvigorated him but it had just made him lazy. He'd woken up late from sleep littered with nightmares and come down to the common room as soon as he could.

He'd made a late lunch of pancakes but that was about the extent of his productivity for the day. He was sitting on the couch now, feet propped up in front of him with the plate of food near his hip. There wasn't anything decent to watch so Jasper just settled it on some news show.

Sometimes, if they were hurting for news story, they'd run something about his dad. They ranged from how he was faring in prison to what his son had been up to since Billy Dent's incarceration to the fervent adoration of his fans.

Jasper really hoped nothing like that came on today.

[Open, sure]
[identity profile] ihuntkillers.livejournal.com
Summer seemed to be on its way out. It was overcast and cool which made being outside a lot more comfortable than when it was nearly one hundred degrees and just breathing made you sweat. Jasper preferred this sort of weather above anything else.

He'd gotten a few messages over the past few days from Doug Weathers, hoping against hope for an interview and from some people that were fans of his father's. They just wanted to let him know they were waiting and hoping that he'd soon take up his father's mantle and become the killer that he'd been.

Needless to say, Jasper hadn't answered any of those. He wasn't a huge fan of Melissa Hoover's but he had to credit her with keeping his location fairly secret. Doug Weathers showing up here would have been a headache and Jasper had enough of those.

He'd gone into town to grab a coffee (not pumpkin spice flavored) and was now dropping into a chair on the deck, head back and eyes closed. He felt like he was just floating through life lately with no real aim and that scared him. If he got bored, things could get...messy.

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When Eggsy had ordered dinner, he hadn't been aware of how much food would be brought. He in no way had enough money to pay for everything that showed up with the deeply apathetic deliver guy.

Apparently this island was weird on every level.

But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, taking a few bags of burgers back up to the common room to eat an ungodly amount while avoiding his roommate. All in all, not the worst evening he could have had.

[Totally open. Mmm. Burgers]
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Raven leaned back on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on her lap, and stared perplexedly at the television. For some reason, the only thing it wanted to show today was some show about sobbing food. Right now, a crying spoon was trying to comfort a crying pear. Or possibly the spoon was trying to apologize to the pear? It was hard to tell. But it was on every channel.

"I don't understand this show at all."

[because Crying Breakfast Friends. Open.]
[identity profile] ihuntkillers.livejournal.com
After four days of yurt living, Jasper thought he was pretty qualified to say it wasn't terrible but he preferred beds to futons any damn day of the week. It wasn't that they were terrible but they were...terrible. They made his back hurt.

Despite the heat, Jasper was sitting outside today, finally going through the cooler of food he'd been given. He didn't recognize any of it and, after awhile, figured out the reason for that was that the food was native to Uzbekistan.

Because of course.

The good news was that it was constantly filled. So, while Jasper sat side the yurt in some shade, he went through the cooler for something decent to eat for lunch. There seemed to be a lot of manti in there. Fortunately, it wasn't all that bad either. Tasted pretty good, actually.

Pulling a pair of dark sunglasses from his pocket, Jasper slid them on and leaned back against his cooler. He was probably going to get sunburned or end up with a headache but, for now, he was going to enjoy the quiet both outside and in his head.
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Jasper had smashed his cell phone a few days ago. It'd been worth it. After seeing his inbox flush with messages from Doug Weathers, he'd gotten sick of it and just smashed it with the heel of his shoe. No regrets. Melissa and Howie could contact him other ways. He didn't need a phone, didn't care to have a phone. He didn't want anyone to come a knocking.

The quiet was why Jasper was outside on the deck this evening. The sun was just starting to set, making it feel slightly cooler though it was still hot. Jasper was used to it though. Southern summers were famous for two things: heat and humidity. He'd grown up around them and knew them well.

Hot summer nights are my favorite, Jasper. He could hear his father lengthening the word 'favorite', making it several syllables longer than it needed to be. Makes you feel like you've worked really hard. You ever sawed through a --

Jasper cut that thought off, shoved it behind a door in his mind. He'd brought a bottle of water outside with him and was using it to keep cool. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, one arm tucked up behind his head and his eyes were closed.

It was so easy to imagine himself back home, back in his grandma's house, sitting on the porch while she railed incoherently inside. But here, it was just quiet. Jasper sighed.

He hoped his grandmother hadn't burned the house down.

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At some point between Sunday night and Monday morning, Jasper had mercifully (for him) changed back into his familiar, guy shaped self. He'd celebrated by getting off the island for awhile. He hadn't gone back home but the mainland had been a good place to hide for awhile. He'd kept his head low and his eyes on the ground so no one would recognize him.

Now, though, he was back and sitting out on the deck, letting the sun beat down on him. It was hot. Lobo's Nod tended to get hotter so it didn't really bother Jasper too much. He slid a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes, kicked his feet up and leaned back.

Life of luxury, boy? Think this is a vacation?

"Shut up." It wasn't often that Jasper talked out loud to Billy Dent but sometimes it just needed to be said. He was trying to relax. He didn't need his father pushing in on those thoughts. Every other part of his soul was Billy's so Jasper just wanted one freaking moment to himself.

One moment of peace.

He breathed slowly, controlled and precise. His head filled up with images, dark and bloody, loud and quiet. Heady. Jasper closed his eyes but didn't try and push those images away. Couldn't. And...didn't want to either.

Hopefully he wouldn't fall asleep with those pictures in his head. He'd wake up with a hell of a sunburn.

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[identity profile] ihuntkillers.livejournal.com
It was that quiet, gray time right as the sun's rays stopped coating the world in brightness and right before the darkness slipped over the world like a well worn cloak.

—gotta wakey, wakey, Jasper, my boy

Jasper startled, blinking sluggishly. Had he fallen asleep? No, no. No, he'd just been in some sort of daze, staring down at the island below but not really seeing anything. When his father's voice had sounded in his head, he'd woken up and rubbed his eyes.

Without meaning to, he thought of Rusty. Before his mind could go too far into that train of thought, he closed the door and sealed it again. Jasper closed his eyes and took a deep breath before hopping up onto the ledge of the roof. Feet perched solidly on the edge, Jasper tilted his head back, feeling the waning heat of the day giving way to the cooler air of the night.

We are their gods, Jasper. And if they will not worship, we will make them.

Jasper breathed deep. In. Out. The thrill of excitement that coursed through his body at his father's words disgusted him. That wasn't right. That wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He opened his eyes and blinked. He could do so much on this tiny island. Destroy it and leave it behind.

Yes.

"No!" he shouted out into the grey sky. And then quieter, he mumbled, "No."

[ Open. Feel free to have heard the shout or not. Up to you. ]
[identity profile] ihuntkillers.livejournal.com
His first class was in the books and Jasper really didn't know what to make of this place. He'd expected to be sitting through classes that detailed the ins and outs of the works of Walden or Thoreau or taught him how to solve high level math problems. Instead, he'd dealt with a simulation about the aftermath of the end of the world.

Kinda interesting, he had to admit.

He had one more class tomorrow and then he'd make judgments on the whole thing. For now, he was sitting back on the couch with a battered manilla folder on his lap. Inside were the pictures of his father's victims that he'd hung up at home. One hundred and twenty four pictures. In a new place with so many new people, he needed this. He needed the reminder of what could happen if he ever lost control.

Prospects are there for you and for me, Jasper. That’s what they exist for, get it?

"Thanks, Dear Old Dad," he muttered, flipping to the picture between the eightieth and the eighty first victims. His mother's face stared back at him and he touched the old photo with a fingertip before sighing and closing the folder.

He left it on his lap and turned on the television. Maybe he'd try and do something normal.

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