[center][h1][color=0072bc][b]Jason Kent[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] 
The Kent Penthouse Library
Then Constance Billard
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] 
[Center]| Autumn Pruett via text[@spooner]
 Jennifer McGowin via text[@HushedWhispers]||[hr][/center]

When some people were feeling sad or down they would think of their favorite things. Then, according to the song, they would not feel so bad. Rain drops on roses and whispers on kittens really did not have an effect on Jason. Jason's idea feeling happy meant reading very old novels that would make different people depressed.  No one in their right minds would read any of these books when they were happy. There were definitely perks to being an insomniac with a long reading list. Last week he had finished Cicero's Tusculanae Disputationes and had found it quite interesting. There was definitely something to be said for stoicism. It was as if the whole world could be understood just by reading about it. Also being able to quote long dead philosophers really helped with his "game". Some people swooned at the idea of Aristotle or jumped his bones after talking about Descartes. It was funny that Jason would really and truly like reading this topics. Most people only saw him as either that manwhore or that Kent boy. Neither were very fun to be known as. So he kept the bookish part of his nature to himself. Very few people knew about it.

Currently Jason was reading a very fitting book, Les Liaisons dangereuses or Dangerous Liaisons, in its native French. It seemed that his mother's lessons to try and make him a gentleman were working out. Jack was fluent in French and Spanish thanks to her. The latter had helped when he had been reading Don Quixote. However now he was reading Les Liaisons dangereuses. The book for some reason really resonated with him. The tale of the Vicomte de Valmont discovering how wicked and beyond help he was seemed like a cautionary tale for Jason.  Valmont learned that he was so wicked that he could never gain true happiness. So he eventually killed himself in grief to try and fix what he had done so wrong. There also was the fact that it showed how corrupt and immoral high society could be. That really got to him since he had seen how rotten his society was. Then there also was the idea that everyone had a cruel plot against their other man. People were just pawns to certain people. Jason definitely not above doing this so many times. His Most people would smile as they jammed forks into their hands. Jason had learned to act that way around the people he met. Smiling through the pain of all of this

Jason would have kept going to on this happy note had he not gotten a text from his ex. Usually he would ignore it but he figured he needed to be civil so he jammed the metaphorical fork into his hand.

[b]To: Jennifer M.
From: Jason[/b]
[color=0072bc]Goober?  I'll be there.[/color]

Jason looked around after he had sent the text. Jason did not really want to talk to his ex who was now dating his best friend. He still thought that Everett had taken the rebound just a bit too fast. There was standard rules with dating your best friend's ex girlfriend. Still he had other pursuits right now and they could do whatever so long as it was not forced on him.

Jason walked through the empty halls towards the elevator. The rest of the Kent family was still in the Hamptons so Jason had the run of the house. He did not even care all that much. Having people here never seemed to have people in it. Jason had always felt like this place was a tomb. Jason knew that he was going leave this place soon for Yale just like his entire family. When the elevator finally got to the ground floor, Jason walked out the door towards the street. The doorman, Rich opened the door with his usual smile. "Morning Mr. Kent. The car should be here soon. " He said as he gave Jason an umbrella. "[color=0072bc]Thanks, Rich. My family should be coming home soon.[/color]" Jason said as he got into the car. The driver, Frank, nodded as he set off into traffic. Along the way he sent another text. This time he sent it to Autumn since she seemed to understand him.

[b]To: Autumn P.
From: Jason[/b]
[color=0072bc]Nothing says fun quite like forced school meetings. I hope we spend hours discussing nothing.[/color]


Luckily for him, he arrived at the school. Jason opened his umbrella as he got out. Frank squealed off from the street as Jason walked up the steps and inside. He did not care if he had to go in alone. He didn't need any drama right now. Jason sat down on a bench near the doorway inside. He pulled out a book and started to read. It was some dull thriller but it was the kind of book Jay Kent would read.