<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>: Sneakers, shorts, & a smile.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio > His Bedroom > Front Driveway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open.<strong>Blake.</strong>Demi, Marc<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Jason was just sitting at the patio table enjoying watching his housemates interact with each other. There was some friendly pranking, banter, and crap-talking going on - which was to be expected on a race-day. Perhaps on any given day with this particular crowd. There were so many different personalities - as well as a few similar ones. The whole mix created an interesting array of individuals, yet at the same time they all had something big in common that tied them all together.<br/><br/>     He was pulled slightly out of observation mode when Demi invited Clint for a run. It was like she'd somehow been reading his mind and done it on purpose just to tease him. Okay, probably not - but it was a fun thought anyways. Though she definitely seemed like that kind of person who could always get right under someone's skin whenever she wanted to - both in a good way and a bad way. She just had a knack for it - something Jason definitely did <em>not </em>have.<br/><br/>     Those thoughts drifted away as Jason stared back at his Subaru. He definitely wanted to tune a few things up - and it seemed like the party was sort of winding down a bit. Everyone had eaten, socialized a little bit - and the fact that it was a race night meant everyone probably had their own pre-race routine that was getting neglected. Jason's pregame was a physical workout - whether that meant taking a wrench to his engine and wrestling apart a few things for inspection, or physically working out at the gym - he had to do something. His thoughts tended to float away on him if he didn't stay focused.<br/><br/>     If he was going to work on his car - he'd at least need to get dressed again to do so. He figured the other men at the house would appreciate that. So he stood up and started heading for the back door. He was about to turn and let the other's know he was gonna grab some clothes and then get to work on his car; until Blake popped out and extended the invitation to go work out.<br/><br/>     Instantly it felt like that was the perfect solution to calm his pre-race jitters and keep him fully on his game. It also helped that she sent a glance his way specifically, before spinning off to get ready. That made the idea even more compelling. Blake was fun, she was insightful, and they just had a ton in common. The two hadn't shared a single bad memory together that he'd known of; and for some reason she just seemed to <em>get</em> him. At least, in his opinion. <br/><br/>     Even as she disappeared back through the door he called after her. <strong>"I'll throw on some shorts and be out there in a sec."</strong><br/><br/>     He hurried to his room, which was conveniently the closest one to the back door, and pulled a pair of running shorts from the closet as well as a pair of athletic-styled boxer briefs. He slid off his current boxers - the only item of clothing he had been wearing, courtesy of Demi - and pulled on the briefs and then the shorts while he scanned the floor for his running shoes. They were right underneath the foot of his bed, where he kept all his shoes. <br/><br/>     Jason and Adriano's room was one of the cleanest and neatest rooms in the house - as they both had pretty good housekeeping habits. Any dirty laundry always went to his laundry basket, and the clothes he could wear again he'd lay in small stack on the foot of his bed. So the floor was open and clear most always - even in their bathroom.<br/><br/>     He didn't waste any time throwing on a pair of grey ankle socks before slipping into and tying his white new balance tennies - which somewhat matched his white and blue running shorts. They hung low on his hips and were loose and comfortable; he didn't bother grabbing a shirt - as it was still relatively warm out. Plus it was always good to keep the tan up. He wasn't extremely dark, but he tanned pretty well for a white guy. He only had a couple of tattoos that showed: the constellation of Draco was on his left shoulder blade - it's tale tracing down his left tricep a little, then on his right shoulder he had a medieval looking sword with one word down it's blade - 'Fidelis', which was Latin for 'Faithful'. <br/><br/>     After he finished up his second set of laces he hurried out the bedroom and out the front door to catch up with Demi and Blake. <strong>"Awesome. You guys totally read my mind."</strong> Jason said as he bounced down the couple of front steps to the driveway. He immediately bent over and started stretching his hamstrings - not wanting to hold the girls up any longer than he had to. <br/><br/>     It was clear the shape he'd gotten to in the military had never left - he'd kept up on it extremely well, even improved on it maybe. He wasn't overly muscular, yet he wasn't totally lean and skinny either. He was just strong, fit, and healthy - mostly from running, martial arts, and cross-training. There wasn't any part of him that seemed out of proportion for a guy his height and build. He looked up at the girls while he stood up, lifted one leg and grasped his ankle to start stretching one of his quads. <strong>"Which way we headed today?"</strong><br/></div>