Yet another way to procrastinate on french. Although this is a bit of plot fluff floating around in my head for a while now. Reyna is the you. Please leave a review, it'll be a more fun way to procrastinate. *nods eagerly*
lost in the wind
Jason Grace is not a fan of staying in one place. He can't sit still. He is fidgety. He hates routine and you won't find him doing the same thing as the day before, unless it is sleeping or eating.
You know this, so you are not worried when he disappears one day. After all, it is not the first time he disappeared.
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A picture of ratty shoes labeled Bob and Lisa on the sides, propped up on a bench. In the background is a sign telling you the bus schedule in New York.
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A picture of a hand, Jason's hand. On it is written in blue pen: "Coffee at a random diner." In the background, a steaming white cup of coffee and a crumpled napkin.
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A picture of two people: one blonde, Jason, and a brunette, a girl you've never seen before. They have their arms around each other. The brunette's free hand is pointing to her shirt. It matches with Jason's. Their shirts say: "WELCOME TO CANADA, BITCHES."
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A picture of holey socks on a pair of feet on a coffee table. A piece of paper is propped against them, saying, "Random motel in Canada. Watching the discovery channel." In the background, an old television set.
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A picture of Jason's hand, with purple writing on it: "Got a car." In the background, a beat-up rusty red Impala.
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A picture of snow.
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A picture of a pair of boots labeled Lewis and Clark standing on white snow.
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A picture of the night sky, lit up with lights of all the colours you've ever seen, and some you haven't. The Northern Lights. A hand, Jason's hand, against the sky, writing in black: "The lights, baby."
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So when he disappears the second time, you don't worry. And for a couple of weeks, you wait for pictures to arrive with the wind.
And when they don't, that's when you start to worry.