<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>: White button-up, loosely fastened and a pair of light grey cargo pants.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: En-route to the House<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Everyone on the Patio<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">-= Metallica - Fuel =- (http://grooveshark.com/s/Fuel/45f29E?src=5)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     The beams from red-lens flashlights jumped around wildly and the shout of men's voices rang out - and all the chaos was further heightened by the sound of gunfire filling the air. Jason watched as the Corpsmen worked frantically on another wounded Marine. He tried to help them, he tried to keep pressure on one of the wounds, but even putting all of his weight on it seemed to do little to keep the precious blood from seeping out. The wounded soldier was already unconscious, and fading fast. Jason started to zone out as the evitable seemed to set in. The scene before him seemed to fade away into a blurry soft red glow - the sounds faded away and when things finally began to come back into focus... <br/><br/><hr/><br/>     ...he found himself sitting in the driver seat of an old car. "Once you feel it going green - stomp it, don't give him an inch," Chase said from the passenger seat, the seasoned vet as far as the two of them were concerned "this punk thinks his ghetto ride is something." Jason tried to focus on the streetlights, keeping one foot shallow in the clutch and ready to drop it. The other was already feathering the gas, and when the green light beamed on he punched it.<br/>     Tires squealed just briefly as the small import found its grip and launched forward. Jason's knuckles were white and tight on the wheel - he'd been with Chase several times in a casual little late-night-duel... but he'd never actually been in the driver seat for one before now. The 95 mustang to their left started to slowly pull away and Jason could feel his heart pounding nervously. Chase must have been able to sense his friend's worry as he quickly chimed in "You'll catch him, just go through your gears - that guy's an amateur." <br/>      The advice proved to be sound as Jason carefully shifted from 2nd into 3rd, maximizing his momentum and keeping his RPMs up. The mustang's driver must have taken just a fraction of a second too long to make his next gear as the little honda Jason was piloting started to pull forward. "Nice. Get it. One more shift and you're home free." Chase said as they rocketed down the empty street towards the next streetlight that was coming up fast. It was currently green. Jason made his next shift up into fourth, it was smooth - just like Chase had taught him. "You burned his ass!" Chase exclaimed - and Jason couldn't help but peak up into his rear view mirror. Just as he did, the light in front of him turned blood red. It snapped his eyes back down to the road, but night-time disappeared -<br/><br/><hr/><br/>      - and bright daylight flashed in front of his eyes. He was already trying to hit the brakes in his 99' Subaru, but it was way too late. He had to swerve to his right to avoid T-boning a car crossing the intersection from right to left. It sent him skidding slightly sideways and he had to work furiously to recover - fortunately the full-time-AWD gave his front tires enough pull to bring his back end around. It squirreled just slightly to the other side before he finally got it straightened. Horns had blared at him, and the people walking on the sidewalks just stared in shock at the near-accident they'd almost witnessed.<br/>     He finally came to a stop a few hundred feet further down the road - breathing hard and his heart racing. <strong>"Fuck!"</strong> He pounded his steering will as he yelled at himself. <strong>"Get yourself together man..."</strong> He took in a deep breath to try and calm himself a little before he glanced around and noticed everyone looking at him. He just shook his head and put his Subaru back in gear. Someone shouted "What the fuck man?!" Jason dismissed him with an irritated wave and got back on the road, heading home.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>     When Jason finally got near the house, he took an alternate street - the one that bordered the backside of the house. He'd been out all day - he figured the three car garage would definitely be full by now. When it was, the stragglers parked their cars in the back. There was a two car wide gate in the back of their privacy fence, and the little back drive-way went all the way up to the behind the garage, there was enough room to park six or eight cars back there.<br/>     He hopped out of his silver Suby and headed towards the back patio - which was only several yards away. He could hear everyone razzing Clint for his choice of music. Jason put on a smile and poked back at the others, <strong>"Hey Clint. Don't you worry about them, you play that country all day long."</strong> It really wasn't Jason's favorite kind of music - but it always relaxed him, and the comforting lyrics and melodies he could hear before they killed it helped calm him down that much more. <br/>     He managed a slight laugh at the small gathering - it had been interesting this past week - and it only looked like it was getting more so as everyone began to get comfortable with each other. <strong>"Someone toss me something to drink - I have a feeling I have some catching up to do."</strong> It could have been said in reference to Clint's singing, or maybe something else. It wasn't obvious - hell it never was with Jay, but he at least appeared to be in a good mood. Adrenaline always pepped him up a bit, and his close call today had definitely aided with that. <strong>"So what's on the menu? I'm starving."</strong> If there was one thing Jason couldn't help - it was food. Good food. With how often he worked out, it seemed like the man never stopped stuffing his face. <br/><br/>     Naturally he went straight for the grill.</div>