Carry Me Softly Prologue
All he wanted to do was escape the darkness. The endless black of mystery that encircled him, seducing him into the unknown. Jess never liked the unexpected; even as a child he would hate surprise parties. Although not once were the parties for him. His mother was too busy getting high, or banged up to remember when his birthday was. Not that he cared anymore, he couldn't care about anything even if he tried to, bitter faith had left him like this...broke...unfeeling...emotionless.
He twirled the familiar crimson shot glass on the counter as the bartender asked in a bored voice if he'd like more. Not bothering to reply, he twirled the glass harder, watching as his face was reflected on the glass. With nowhere to go, he was left sitting, inhaling the toxic fumes from the cigarettes, drugs, and listening to the drunken men hitting on anything slightly resembling a women. He could've sworn he saw one of the guys asking a chair if it wanted to spend the night at his 'Love Shack'.
A women clad in skimpy clothing, better described as scraps of cloth, approached Jess. Recognizing the glint in her eyes he didn't look away making eye contact. Just like him she wanted to fill the void in her life even if for just one night with a meaningless stranger. He'd be surprised if he found out her name in the morning. Not bothering with small talk, just a barely audible hello, he grabbed her hand leading her into what would be a night filled with an ecstasy of desire. He had one fleeting thought as he led her to a motel... that at least she wouldn't be asking for a bill. Hopefully.
---------- Dawn ----------
Jess finished buttoning up his pants and searched for his shirt underneath the women's clothing. As he lifted up her pants, several items fell out, revealing her driver's lisecense.
Jasmine Amilie Armstrong...huh, so that was her name.
Pulling on his shirt he exited the motel, and continued roaming the streets of New York searching for something he wasn't sure could be found.
All he wanted to do was escape the darkness. The endless black of mystery that encircled him, seducing him into the unknown. Jess never liked the unexpected; even as a child he would hate surprise parties. Although not once were the parties for him. His mother was too busy getting high, or banged up to remember when his birthday was. Not that he cared anymore, he couldn't care about anything even if he tried to, bitter faith had left him like this...broke...unfeeling...emotionless.
He twirled the familiar crimson shot glass on the counter as the bartender asked in a bored voice if he'd like more. Not bothering to reply, he twirled the glass harder, watching as his face was reflected on the glass. With nowhere to go, he was left sitting, inhaling the toxic fumes from the cigarettes, drugs, and listening to the drunken men hitting on anything slightly resembling a women. He could've sworn he saw one of the guys asking a chair if it wanted to spend the night at his 'Love Shack'.
A women clad in skimpy clothing, better described as scraps of cloth, approached Jess. Recognizing the glint in her eyes he didn't look away making eye contact. Just like him she wanted to fill the void in her life even if for just one night with a meaningless stranger. He'd be surprised if he found out her name in the morning. Not bothering with small talk, just a barely audible hello, he grabbed her hand leading her into what would be a night filled with an ecstasy of desire. He had one fleeting thought as he led her to a motel... that at least she wouldn't be asking for a bill. Hopefully.
---------- Dawn ----------
Jess finished buttoning up his pants and searched for his shirt underneath the women's clothing. As he lifted up her pants, several items fell out, revealing her driver's lisecense.
Jasmine Amilie Armstrong...huh, so that was her name.
Pulling on his shirt he exited the motel, and continued roaming the streets of New York searching for something he wasn't sure could be found.