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[jonah elias jennings]

Jonah had a problem, it wasn’t that big of a problem in his opinion but it was a problem none the less. In fact in a way it was multiple problems he seemed to believe that he had, the main problem being the fact that he had nightmares almost every night since he had been a kid and witnessed his father murdering a child, his friend. It had been a scaring situation and even worse since he had never even been caught. He knew his father had committed the murder, because he had saw it but he just couldn’t understand why he would do that and he never did have the chance to confront him on it before he had run off and left his family to suffer. It was very easy to say that Jonah had always despised his own father for what he had done, but also eaten up at the fact that nothing was even done for it. His father met no justice for the crime, so now Jonah was haunted with nightmares.

He also despised his father for walking out when his mother was in such poor condition, the women was obviously always paranoid and that was why the minute he turned eighteen Jonah sent her to a home where he knew she’d be safe. He had the feeling that he had to, because he just couldn’t handle her on his own and he did sometimes feel guilty for not visiting her as often as he would have liked too. He did get busy with his job though, so it was hard to make the time and he was always afraid of turning into his mother. He knew that schizophrenia was genetic. He sighed pocketing his change and stuffing the bottle of pills into his bag, yes perhaps this was another problem of Jonahs that he had.

Jonah was a pill popper, and had been for many years after getting hooked on oxycodone several years ago. He was now addicted and felt no need to ever stop because at least they made him feel numb, and he wanted to feel that way. Unlocking the door to his apartment he sighed, taking the bottle of pills out of his bag before tossing it down on his chair. It was funny that people always wondered where all his money went, though he bought so much coffee and teas. It was obviously impossible to spend it all on that, no he probably spent a whole lot more money on pills than on anything else and screwing off the top pouring a few into his hand he stared at the pills before just popping them into his mouth,

It was all a routine now.

(OOC: It was so blah to write D: and has like no name)

[jordan khalil ventimiglia]

Some nights I stay up
cashing in my bad luck,
some nights I call it a draw.
And some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle,
some nights I wish they'd just fall off.

Jordan Ventimiglia woke up in the morning feeling worse than ever.
His head was pounding, his body was stiff, his room was cold, and he couldn't think clearly, as if his mind was covered by a thick fog. He felt heavy, exhausted, and misplaced. Jordan pressed the back of his hand against his forehead and he quickly realized that he was having a fever. Dammit, he thought while he curled into a fetal position, enjoying the blurriness of his vision. His mind recalled his encounter with Kayleigh yesterday, but he quickly pushed the thought away. The thought of the fight got him a severe headache attack, and today he just wasn't feeling well. He was too tired and exhausted to even think about things between him and Kayleigh.
Slowly, Jordan rose from his bed, cursing the headache under his breath as his long, slender fingers reached out for his glasses and he put them on.
Funny how bright the world became once you managed to put your glasses on. How pretty, clear and cheery. Like everything was simple and life came with instructions. He smiled at his own thought and he began making his way to the bathroom, leaning against the ice cold wall to prevent himself from falling.

Once he was dressed, Jordan felt a little better--but not much. The Third World War was still going on in his head like crazy, he decided to sit down and bury his head in his hands for awhile until he remembered about the file that he was supposed to hand over to Jonah yesterday. Jordan sighed as he cast a quick glance at the file. It was the file of the Morris case--mainly contains the information about the main suspect, Lily Morris, a mother who suffered from Munchausen syndrome by proxy. Jordan usually liked doing his job, but not this time. How was he even supposed to speak to Mrs. Morris when he couldn't even understand his own mind?
But a job's a job. He took up the case file and went to Jonah's apartment.

. . .

"Hey Jonah, are you home?"
Jordan knocked twice at Jonah's door, surprised to hear his hoarse voice. He wasn't his usual self that day and he hated to hear hs voice--he sounded like a totally different person. Jordan leaned against the wall and he closed his eyes, waiting for Jonah to open the door and get this thing done as quick as he could do because what he wanted was to just sit down and forget the world temporarily.

[jonah elias jennings]

Jonah had his way of living, he would wake up in the morning and have his cup of tea or coffee and just spend his morning being pretty lazy. After his early morning he would head right off to work for much of the day, and his job really kept him pretty busy and made it hard for him to actually do much else but he was never really complaining about that anyway. His life was pretty simple compared to some and he liked the way things were for him, he had a job he really liked even though it could be pretty dangerous. He had been shot at before and he even had a leg injury when a bullet went into it but besides that there weren’t that many problems. In fact the major problem that he had was his pill popping issue, he had acquired after being drugged multiple years ago. Since then he hadn’t really been the same and he was sure no one even knew about his problem that he had, and he wasn’t going to tell anyone anything either. He knew that it would only simply worry people and he really didn’t want to do that, and besides there wasn’t anything wrong with pills. Pills weren’t as bad as the other things that he had heard about and he knew that, he just simply liked pills.

Pocketing his pill bottle Jonah hummed to his self looking around his apartment at all the clutter that he had around him, he had a feeling that he had to clean soon but he was just too lazy to really do so. He was also pretty busy and just had no time to do it lately so it seemed that cleaning would just have to wait for now. He would get to it when he had the time he was sure, and besides he had come to learn that it was always easier for him to find things when his apartment wasn’t spotless and a spotless apartment was just really boring in his opinion. He wasn’t an organized person and much of his life was a mess, and that was the way that he liked things and order just seemed to mess everything up for him.

That was when there was the knock at his door and he jumped hearing Jordan’s hoarse voice, it only took him a few seconds to figure that he was probably sick and he sighed opening his front door. “You look horrible” he mumbled crossing his arms, he didn’t look to better the pills taking its effect and making him feel almost fuzzy and he was a little tired too. Staring at Jordan for a moment he figured that there was also a reason that he was here, “so what brings you here anyway” he asked yawning and rubbing his head?