Jason Street (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
itwontstopme) wrote2009-01-14 06:45 pm
itwontstopme) wrote2009-01-14 06:45 pm
Entry tags:
OOC | Links
A couple of prompts written by others but are important links in Jason's current plot. For my own reference only, really.
By Tim Riggins [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
texas33forever]
LINK: Tim took a slow swig from his beer and watched a bug crawl across the picnic bench towards his foot. It was Sam’s turn to drive next, so Tim was making the most of his break. It had been an abrupt stop this time. Jason having what seemed to be an attack of aggravated claustrophobia at being stuck in the truck for so long. It had been during another one of his silent periods, so it was enough for Tim to know his friend had been stewing internally again over everything. He stopped in a rest area with some picnic tables and a bathroom, at least. May as well kill two birds with one stone.
By Jazz Stanton [taste4freedom]
LINK: JC bit her lip as she shifted restlessly in the Starbucks queue. Her eyes flicked unseeingly up to the menu as she tried her hardest to wait patiently for what she hoped wasn’t yet another sub-par Latte. She couldn’t think straight and she hated not being able to think straight. It meant she had an issue without a solution and she hated not having a solution.
By Tim Riggins [
texas33forever]LINK: Tim took a slow swig from his beer and watched a bug crawl across the picnic bench towards his foot. It was Sam’s turn to drive next, so Tim was making the most of his break. It had been an abrupt stop this time. Jason having what seemed to be an attack of aggravated claustrophobia at being stuck in the truck for so long. It had been during another one of his silent periods, so it was enough for Tim to know his friend had been stewing internally again over everything. He stopped in a rest area with some picnic tables and a bathroom, at least. May as well kill two birds with one stone.
By Jazz Stanton [
taste4freedom]LINK: JC bit her lip as she shifted restlessly in the Starbucks queue. Her eyes flicked unseeingly up to the menu as she tried her hardest to wait patiently for what she hoped wasn’t yet another sub-par Latte. She couldn’t think straight and she hated not being able to think straight. It meant she had an issue without a solution and she hated not having a solution.