<div class="floatleft">(http://i1315.photobucket.com/albums/t588/DemonBunnyInc/Jason%20Swift/3e838e8f-7af6-4598-a11e-86988856c6e3_zps03a648a2.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:<em>Jason Swift</em><br/><strong>Who:</strong><em>Cordelia and Layla</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em> Robichaux's Academy  - Basement</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Friday, 13th of June</em><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=113939824)</div></div></div><hr/><br/>As the door opened and the two women entered Jason's music assaulted their ears. The song was called 'Who Do You Voodoo, Bitch?' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78bj6ebUVqA), and from the video game Dead Island. The music was not the only violation to their senses either, the smell of dragon's blood and full moon incense coupled with that of embalming fluid had washed over the room, making itself at home in the air. Having been at the school for six months one might think that the young man had unpacked, but he hadn't. There were still cardboard boxes stacked on one another, and a small section of the room was divided off by old tapestries that hung from the ceiling to the floor, one of which was moving as if something was behind it playing. In front of those tapestries there was a line of fly paper dangling from the ceiling that had a decent amount of flies on it. The few pieces of furniture in the room all looked as if they were from the turn of the century and Jason had obviously painted the walls black and added a bone boarder.<br/><br/>Jason sat behind an antique desk bobbing his head to the music and working on his latest project. The young man sat there stuffing what looked to be some sort of Frankenstein creation made from various animal parts sewn together. Whatever it was had three heads, the body of baby gator and a skunk tail, as well as a set of wing that looked as though they were pulled from two different creatures. Glancing up as Cordelia said his name Jason held up his finger for a moment and let the song finish before turning down the radio. Jason often showed hints at a mild form of OCD, letting his songs play through was one of those little clues.<strong>"Well looky here. It's the headmistress and one of her playmates...Finally came to the dungeon to meet the weirdo...To what do I owe the pleasure?"</strong>Tilting his head to the side Jason gave an eerie smile before speaking again, his eyes widening as if he'd just remembered something.<strong>"Oh wait! Before you answer that...A little birdy told me that one of the new arrivals was leaking like a siv from the nose! Has it stopped yet?....Cause I'd really like to see it....After all, nasal seepage is one of my favorites."</strong><br/><br/>Grabbing a needle and thread from his table Jason began to sew up the opening in the critter where he'd been stuffing it before raising an eyebrow at the Headmistress.<strong>"I take it that you came down to the dungeon with a purpose...Are we going somewhere? Do I need to bring anything, or is this just a cane event?"</strong>Jason had been using a cane since his release from the asylum. Occasionally his nerves would misfire due to the electroshock therapy and make him twitch. He'd amassed quite the collection of them as well. Looking over his right shoulder for a moment Jason grinned at what looked to be the air to most people, then turned his attention to the area over his left shoulder before looking back to Cordelia and Layla.<strong>"Father thinks I should bring my knives...but Mother says I shouldn't. Today is a Father day though, after all...it is Friday the 13th. Only good things happen on such Holy days."</strong>As he finished speaking Jason stuck the needle into the middle head of his creation before slowly getting up. Reaching over to towards the wall he grabbed the cane (http://s1315.photobucket.com/user/DemonBunnyInc/media/Jason%20Swift/Marquis_de_Lune_Cane_zps48a81062.jpg.html) leaning up against it before making his way around to the front of the desk.