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Chase Jones
08 January 2008 @ 03:05 am
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Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven
 
 
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
Chase Jones
14 December 2007 @ 05:26 am
My nose.

No lies.

I could tell you it's my eyes, that looking at those are the only real way to tell what I'm thinking, but I won't. 

I could tell you it's my hair, thats its not too straight and flat, and not so curly I can't control it, but....that seems almost cliche.

No, out of all of them, I'd say it's my nose.  It's neither raised, nor used to look down on someone.  Helps me sniff out the truth (I'd like to say that's metaphorical, too, but sadly, it's not), and wrinkles just right when I grin.   And the best part?  You spend a lot of time looking at it, theres no chance of falling in love, or talk of futures, or my pain, or anything you might be able to get from all those candle lit dinner nights of staring into someones eyes.

So yes, ladies and gentlemen, my best physical feature is my nose.

Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
 
 
 
Chase Jones
03 December 2007 @ 11:54 pm
When Chase was twelve, she visited the Houston Garden Center on a school field trip.  She loved it.  

She wasn't huge into flowers herself, and she held no aspirations to secretly become the worlds best gardner, but her mother used to garden.  Though she'd been quite young when her mother died, Chase still remembered spending sun filled afternoons with her mother in the garden out front.  Rose Jones would sing, or talk about how much Chase was going to love her new baby brother, or any number of things.  Chase couldn't remember what, she just remembered that she loved the sound of her mother voice and always felt comforted by it.

So, this field trip brought back memories of that, and it was one of the places she felt truly happy.

Fifteen years and fifty million miles later, and Chase had finally found another garden center.  It's main flowers were roses, her mothers favorite, for obvious reasons, and Chase made up excuses about going to buy milk, or get new clothes, or any number of things to break away from her hunting pals.  She needed to walk through this garden alone.

She stopped by the flowers, inhaled deeply, and kept walking, feeling surrounded by her mother.  She didn't stay long, just walking the garden completely before leaving, but it was enough.

Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven
 
 
Current Mood: calmcalm
 
 
Chase Jones
I think I'm gonna say evenly between selfish and self-less on this one.   

Self less because day in and day out my whole thoughts are based on who I'm supposed to be helping and who might die if I don't act.  Self less because I constantly put myself on the line for people I don't know.

Selfish because I'm doing that in the first place.  

I mean, who was I to just up and leave my father and brother?  I know I was eighteen and lets all blame this on the foolishness of youth, but come on.  My father lost his wife and now his daughter?  It was a move that was based on my wishes and what I wanted and what I needed to know.  Not on how Elliot and dad would feel.

Hindsight is always 20/20, huh?

Anyway.

Self-less because I'm dedicated to saving people.  Selfish because I probably wasn't meant to do this in the first place.

Gotta love the irony.

 Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven
 
 
Current Mood: apatheticapathetic
 
 
 
Chase Jones
"Human beings can always be relied upon to assert, with vigor, their God given right to be stupid." - Dean Koontz

Amen. 

You know this job?  It's about cleaning up.  Cleaning up other peoples messes.

Seriously.

I mean, come on.  You HAVE to lack sense if you try to control spirits for your own bidding.  No one likes to be controlled against their will, and you'd turn on your slave driver if you could, too, wouldn't you?  Exactly.  And spirits have supernatural powers, so that makes them turning on you suck real hard.

Anyway, call me a cynic, but I lack faith in todays kids, too.  Whatever happened to egging someones house?  These days they entered haunted places and then I'M the one that has to go in and save their stupid asses.

Yeah, this job is about cleaning up.

Just call me a janitor.

Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven
 
 
Current Mood: bitchybitchy
 
 
 
Chase Jones
Tough one.  Gun to my head choice, though, is probably dying for someone else.   It makes sense, with the way I live my life.  I spend virtually everyday with the idea that it could be my last, and I do it all for other people.  It's a tough job, but somebodys gotta do it, right?

Anyway, I think it'd be boring to die of old age.  So I lived long and happily, huzzah, but that doesn't mean people will remember you, and yeah, it might be selfish, but I want, when I pass, to have someone at least know and care.  I understand that isn't likely, but I am the one choosing the manner of my death in this question.

So yeah, I think I'd like to die because a bullet was meant for somebody else and I took it.  You never forget when someone saved you with their life.
 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
 
Chase Jones
21 November 2007 @ 04:01 am
Bar  
Bars across the country had become something of a home for Chase.  After a particularly nasty hunt, or even after a surprisingly good one, she usually found herself sitting at a bar.  It's where she cooled off, calmed down, drowned out the memories.  It's where she celebrated, congratulated herself on a job well done.  It's where she gathered information.

People always talked when alcohol had loosened the tongue.  

They couldn't tell if your were lying your ass off then, either.

Yes, the dirty, wretched, back roads bars had become the place that she spent the better half of her time.  Pool tables, whiskey, and smoke clouds galore and she felt secure and at home.  And, she decided, sipping the beer she'd been nursing, that if she ever quit the life, threw in the towl, that bartending was the job for her.
 
 
Current Mood: contentcontent