<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Shorts. Shoes.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Driveway > Edgewater Park<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:<strong>Blake,</strong>Open.<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Jason nodded back to Blake once she responded. <strong>"Sounds great."</strong> He could have done a much longer run - and he knew Blake could have too; but they could always have a post race workout if they felt the need. Races wore on Jason mentally. He tended to over think things at times. It was a shame, because he had natural instincts and talent for it. <br/><br/>    That hesitance to be himself had a lot to do with his past. Some of the best memories Jason had of Star's brother Chase were racing related; especially when his knowledgeable friend had begun teaching him the ins and outs of it. Jason hung on his every word - probably more than he should have. If he could just let it go and be himself he'd likely have been a lot more successful right now than he currently was.<br/><br/>     As Jason and Blake curved around the fountain and started on their way back, his mind drifted off a bit back to those days. All that was years from now, before he and Chase had ever signed up for the Marines. Their racing and reckless driving had gotten them into trouble with the law - which was part of the reason they'd signed up. It had been an alternative to community service and had kept them from starting a police record early on in life.<br/><br/>      They'd wrecked several cars, they'd won a handful of races. Chase was a phenomenal talent and had shot up through the ranks and gained no small amount of popularity here in the Tampa ring. Some people still remembered a couple of his races. He was so skilled for someone of his experience level - he was a pure technician. Jason was trying to be one too, and it was holding him back.<br/><br/>      He came back out of his mess of thoughts and memories as they turned onto the street their house was on. Jason glanced over to Blake, still running hard next to him. It brought a smile to his face and sent the darker shadows in his mind scattering away. She was such a breath of fresh air. Everyone at the house was. It was the first time since Jason had gotten back that he'd been open minded to socializing more and turning a page in life to a new chapter. Everyone was enjoying the new setup so far, and the fun was contagious.<br/><br/>     His short episode early today had been his first bad event in the last couple weeks - ever since they'd got this idea started up. That was a good thing. He'd be happy if they toned down a bit. He was tired of changing jobs. He was tired of drinking for all the wrong reasons. Most of all he was tired of his past haunting him. He planned on doing his best to keep things positive.<br/><br/>     Jason slowed up his pace significantly when they were about a hundred yards from the house. He toned it down to a slow jog, and eventually a walk as he forced his body to wind down - it was used to pushing on a lot further, so he had to make it start the cooldown process. The last thing he wanted was to be sore or getting cramps in his legs during the race.<br/><br/>     Once they reached the house, Jason looked first to see if Marcellus was still out front working on his car, they'd been gone about a half hour. He twisted his hips a little and stretched out his major muscle groups briefly. He looked up at Blake while he was bent over stretching his hamstrings - a rare occurrence for him to be looking <em>up</em> at her, since he was so much taller.<br/><br/>     The last time he'd been looking up at her... He blushed every so subtly and smiled as he remembered the time that one of their workouts had gotten quite extracurricular. <br/><br/>     He hoped she didn't catch that slight expression. He spoke up, trying to paint a different reasoning for the look, if she'd noticed it at all: <strong>"Whew. That felt good. Glad to finally get active. It's all been work and moving lately. I really needed that."</strong><br/></div>