Beetle and Polo.

My character:

Jerry Taylor, or JT.

A sensitive face with deep, soulful hazel eyes. He has average length hair, usually slightly spiked with gel. He is tall and toned, and a generally good looking fellow with a charming smile.

Yeah, I can’t be bothered to really explain it properly, so just picture a random… What is this word they use… A random ‘hottie’ in your head. Haha! (Oh, the horror... Polo used 'The word') *dies* As if I could really understand...


Urrrm… Yeah, that’ll do for now.

((Nice and shortish... And they will most likely get much shorter. *dies of shame*))

The cold air entered his lungs in icy blasts as JT raced down the dark street. He stumbled on every other step, as his legs were unaccustomed to such freedom. Every now and then, he turned his head to glance back over his shoulder with a nervous expression, as though afraid something was pursuing him. Which, indeed, it was. Flashing lights pierced the darkness, and in the distance JT could hear shouts and sirens. Overhead, a helicopter roved with chopping blades – its searchlight throwing a fatal circle of brightness onto the cold asphalt near his feet.
Releasing a gasp of panic, JT leaped to the side, pressing his back against the rough brick wall beside him. When the light moved away, he slunk into the alleyway beside the wall, and hid himself in the shadows. It was dark and peaceful here, with only his own ragged breathing to punctuate the silence. His flight had unpleasantly reminded him of just how unfit he was… But he had needed to get away. None of them understood! They had tried to keep him there, in that asylum, but they just didn’t get it… He wasn’t crazy. He knew he wasn’t crazy…

Suddenly, JT heard footsteps approaching, and panic rocketed through him. What could he do? He couldn't afford to be caught... Not yet... Not now. He shook his head rapidly, and burst into a sprint again, whipping around the corner to pelt hell-for-leather down the street. He had not taken more than a few steps, when suddenly the vague figure of a girl entered his sight, and JT skidded to a stop just in time to avoid hitting her. However, the momentum of his sprint caused him to lose his balance, and he stumbled forward, grabbing the girl's shoulders to keep himself from falling right into her. "S-sorry." He gasped, taking one staggering step backwards. "Do- Do you know the way... To the hospital?" He asked between panted gasps of air, his deep hazel eyes searching her face rapidly as he waited impatiently for her reply. Tension gradually crept through his muscles as the sound of the sirens grew gradually nearer, and JT knew that he would have to hurry if he was to make it to the hospital before he was recaptured... But he had to! He just had to...

"Thank you." JT breathed, instant relief crashing over him and effectively releasing the build up of tension. "Why couldn't I think of that?" He added with a laugh, raking his fingers through his stiff hair. "Gosh, I'm really sorry for running into you like that." He said suddenly, frowning in slight concern and brushing a speck of dust from her shoulder. "I was in such a hurry I wasn't really..." He trailed off, glancing over his shoulder and staring into the distance. The sirens seemed to be getting further away now. Unless it was just wishful thinking. "...Looking where I was going." He finished thoughtfully, turning back to the girl with a vague smile just as the taxi arrived. "Thanks." He said with a smile, quickly walking over to the driver and telling him of his destination. The driver replied with the price, and JT quickly checked his pockets - only to find them empty. Damn...

JT took the twenty that the girl offered with a brief smile and a muttered word of thanks, then he handed it to the driver and climbed into the cab beside her. "I don't mind." He replied in response to her offer to accompany him, wondering vaguely why she should choose to do such a thing. Did he look that helpless? He wasn't crazy...
JT shook his head, discarding the unwelcome thoughts. He knew he was sane!
Finally, the car started, and JT relaxed in the knowledge that he would soon reach his destination. Nothing would matter then... He just had to get to that hospital. He had to see Jane, and nothing was going to stop him. His hands fisted in determination, and JT felt a renewed burst of energy flow through him - willing him not to fail. Not again...
The girl's question broke through his thoughts then, and JT glanced over at her - panic darting through him for a moment at the question. However, he reminded himself to remain calm, and responded with an effortless lie. "No idea." He paused a moment, then decided to make some light conversation, just to deflect any awkwardness if nothing else. "They make rather a racket, don't they?" He commented, his deep eyes distractedly following her fingers as they tapped against the keys of her phone - not quite pressing them down. That was strange... Why would she pretend to type?

JT chuckled politely as they girl gave an exaggerated shudder, then he turned his attention back to the window - watching the scenery flash by as night slowly crept toward dawn. A faint drumming reached his ears, and JT looked back to the girl to find the source, just in time to hear her question. "Are you hurt?" He listened as she went on for a moment, then shook his head with a slight smile. "No, I'm going to visit somebody." He replied simply - thinking vaguely just how little that simple explanation suited what he really planned to do. It was not a lie... Not exactly... He would visit her, but that was not all. JT began drumming his own fingers now, letting them tap restlessly on the door handle. "So... What were you doing out so late?" He asked suddenly, keen to turn the conversation away from himself. He wasn't doing anything wrong... He knew he wasn't... But then why did they keep taking him back? Why should he have to stay in that asylum?! It was crazy - there was nothing wrong with him... It was cruel. He wasn't going back... He'd never go back.

Blake nodded in acceptance, noting a very slight tension in her tone, but thinking nothing of it. Parties... He hadn't been to one of those in years. He just hadn't been able to face the prospect of going alone.
Blake dropped his gaze to his hands, twirling his interlocked fingers - tangling and disentangling them again and again, mostly to keep himself distracted so he did not think too much and get too impatient because of it. He just really wanted to get to the hospital... Soon! He had waited so long, he just cold not wait any longer...
Blake let his hands fall still into his lap and took to gazing out of the window instead, the tension in his shoulders gradually releasing as he watched the dark streets and bright streetlights sweep by in a blur.
Peaceful silence washed over him, and Blake was just beginning to feel calm when suddenly, a sound broke the silence.
His stomach rumbled loudly, complaining bitterly about the fact that he had not eaten much, if at all, for the past couple of days. He had been so intent upon reaching the hospital that he had completely forgotten to be hungry, but now that he remembered...
A slight flush crept into his faintly stubbled cheeks, and Blake turned his head further away from the girl, feeling rather embarrassed.

"A little." Blake admitted with an awkward chuckle - feeling extremely guilty about putting this poor, kind girl through such trouble, yet relieved all the same when she asked the cab driver to pull over. He really was starving...
At the girl's encouragement, Blake got out of the cab, thanked the driver politely, then followed the girl into the little restaurant. He entered it and glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with interest. He hadn't been to this restaurant before... This made him wonder exactly what side of town he was on. He had no idea how fr he had run, since he had been in such a panic at the time... He hoped nobody would recognise him. He doubted they would... The asylum had kept pretty quiet about the fact that he was there. He was glad of it, too. It was bad enough being falsely accused of being mad, but to have everybody know about it, too? Blake shuddered slightly at the thought, then turned towards the woman who had come to take the order, and asked politely for his chosen meal with a faint smile lighting his handsome face. She stared at him for a moment, then quickly dropped her eyes to her notepad and began scribbling frantically, her ears slowly turning red. A short while later, the woman left, and Blake turned his attention to the girl sitting before him. She was texting again, apparently. He wondered if it was for real this time, or if it was just to have something to do with her hands... He hated that he was making her feel uncomfortable, but at the same time he wasn't sure what to do about it.
Blake glanced at her again, vaguely taking note of her show-offish clothing. Of course... She had been to a party earlier, and though the outfit was probably perfect in a party atmosphere, she was probably feeling rather uncomfortable about showing so much skin in the more formal restaurant situation.
Feeling a stab of sympathy, Blake quickly tugged off his hoodie. "Here." He said, tossing it to the girl with a kind smile. She ought to feel a little better now... Well, he hoped so.
Blake was feeling a slight chill now, but it did not bother him much. It was warm in the restaurant... Much warmer than it was outside, even though he wore nothing warmer than a plain T-shirt.
His arms were visible now: well toned and muscular, yet in handsome proportions. The arms of a sportsman. On his left arm, he had a tattoo just below his shoulder.
The soft yellow light gleamed off Blake's skin, complementing his complexion, and making his eyes glow golden when it struck them. Now that he was calm and warm, his face had lost its gaunt, haunted look and the ashen tinge had left his skin, leaving it in its usual slightly tanned hue.
Finally, the waitress arrived with the food. Blake thanked her kindly, causing her cheeks to instantly turn rosy. She set down the meals, then turned to walk away again.
Blake turned to the girl again. "Thanks very much for all this... Uh..." He trailed off awkwardly, suddenly realising that he did not even know her name.