<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 -&gt; Outside</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/>Jason glanced over at Layla when she asked 'what sort of bodies' and just grinned, saying nothing. Jason had a habit of using his selective hearing when he wanted to and right now was one of those times. So many voices in his head occasionally he had to tone out something, and generally it was the living. He listened as Cordelia told him that they needed to go out into the court yard and prepared to go outside. Looking back over at Layla when she brought up the size of the blade not being what counts and Jason just shook his head. She might actually be -almost- as damaged as him. As they prepared to leave the room and Layla saw Meaty Jason glanced over, hearing her ask if she could pet him. Feeling it might be rude to let the young woman get bitten in front of the headmistress he shook his head as he looked over at her.<strong>"I wouldn't"</strong>He shrugged slightly the proceeded to introduce himself. Her name made him tilt his head to the side. It was an interesting name to be sure.<br/><br/>As Layla began to speak about her scars Jason listened, looking at them as though they didn't bother him at all. He furrowed a brow at her comment about being a freak though and shook his head.<strong>"What I take offense to is the use of the word freak. Especially when people aren't freaks...There is only one freak in this school, and that is -me.-"</strong>As he made his way through the door Jason subconsciously brushed his hands along the side of his head, drawing attention to the electroshock therapy scars that were still healing. He had grown up hearing he was a freak for what he claimed and what he'd done. People like Layla seemed normal to him.<br/><br/>As he stepped outside Jason stopped in the doorway looking up towards the sun. Raising both of his hands up in the air to block his face from the rays he hissed at it, as if he were a vampire. Dropping his hands as quickly as he raised them to the air, Jason paused glancing around the law and each person as if he were sizing them up. He took his time looking at each person until his sight fell upon Devin. ~<em>He looks scared, and stressed...I wonder if I should tell him I have some of his blood already....or try to extract some now.</em>~ As soon as the thought crossed his mind Jason's gaze snapped back over his left shoulder.<strong>"Damnit mother, you win. There is time for murder later."</strong>With that Jason moved out of the doorway a bit more so Layla could walk out the door past him extending his arm in a grandiose fashion as if to say 'after you.'<br/><br/>With a curt bow towards Layla, Jason glanced around again before skipping down the stairs singing<strong>"I'm the son of a thousand maniacs, I'm the son of a thousand maniacs."</strong>The sentence continued to be repeated as Jason skipped around the yard. The skipping continued until Jason abruptly stopped next to a tree. Raising his arms up and taking a fighting stance Jason cocked his head to the side raising an eyebrow at the greenery.<strong>"Are you threatening me?"</strong>After throwing a couple punches at a long hanging branch, Jason stopped. Pointing at the tree he groaned a bit as a child would when they are called inside for dinner.<strong>"This fight will be continued."</strong>Looking back towards everyone Jason remembered Cordelia wanted to talk about something. Knowing that he was going to likely be bored, but also knowing that he should listen, Jason made his way back up onto the porch leaning against the exterior wall to the left of the front door. All the while, keeping an eye on the tree.