Jason Alexander Matthews
One, two, three, four, five, six..
He was counting the sideways lines in the crosswalk as he crossed the street, his icy blue eyes partially closed as he did this, despite the oncoming traffic which was now moving steadily his way. His once crisp blue shirt is wrinkled and distraught against the lighter wind rustling through the city on his way to the park, where he's going to meet a good friend of his, if he could call her that. She'd always been an interesting one, and hard to get to the center of. A manipulative little thing she'd been as a child, and she hadn't changed much since. More layers of personality to peel back, and it seemed that nowadays, whenever he tried to peel one back, two would seal up. He was considering giving up for her own sake, but knew that if he didn't somehow get to the middle of her being, that she'd simply shut down. He runs a hand through his dark blond hair as he walks down the sidewalk, trying to keep himself busy. He didn't want to let her consume his thoughts, though it was seeming as though that just might happen soon.
And there she is, the pretty little
thing that she is, with a cigarette propped between her index and
middle finger, casually taking drags as though it's air she's
breathing. "Nessa Marie Daniels, you're barely old enough to
smoke." He was grinning by now though, as the younger woman stood
to give him a hug. "Jason, what're you doing here?" She asked
him, and he could only shrug. Truth be told, he'd asked one of
his buddies over at the precinct to follow her, and see where she
hung out on Saturdays, just so he could 'bump' into her. He'd
known her since they were both younger, though he'd always been
eight years older than she was, and he hadn't minded. He'd been
born into the position of 'close friend of the family', and it
suited him quite well. "I was just taking a stroll-" "You were
not, you asshole. I saw Croones follow me from home. What do you
want?" She practically snarled at him, and he could barely stifle
a laugh. She was always acting so tough, despite the fact that
her father had been murdered only a couple weeks
"It would seem I've been found out. I came here to see you - see how you were doing." Jason sighed heavily, his eyes dark underneath, blotched purple and blue from lack of sleep. He'd been working non-stop to try and find one of his only friends murderer. Obviously, it wasn't going so well, and he wasn't quite sure where to go now, but Nessa. She'd known more about her father than his wife did, so he figured that if anybody could answer his questions, she could.