<sub>Today was one of those days that nothing at all can seem to catch that spark of interest, that flame of excitement. Jayce is a guy that is always looking for something, something just so it isn't nothing. In a city like this theres bound to be something to fill that, some intriguing story to be written some challenge to be fulfilled. Usually there is, a party, a club, some girl somewhere, even just the regular dance. But not today. Today that thing he was after, just couldn't be found. Whether that was frustrating at the lack of a solution, or satisfying at the idea of the challenge itself and the knowledge that when he did find that something it would be better. Jayce never was one to let things like this get to him though, why let it? So he chose to enjoy it. Things come as they come, let them come, and embrace it. Do that, and your in for a treat. This world holds many wonders, when you don't let any of it get to you, theres a certain fascination to it, and a way out.

Whatever it was that he was after now, there was nothing in the streets of this city that was going to have any effect. Which wasn't surprising. Maybe he was just looking for a piece of home. Aimlessly this brought him to the park. Still surrounded by the city, but holding its natural beauty nonetheless. Besides, he was feeling the most relaxed he'd been in a while what with the annual performance and all. It wasn't natural for Jayce to be so worked up about something, returning to that state that has become his own unique way was definately something to be pleased about. Now he could be just Jayce, without those so rare slip ups that had been becoming more and more frequent.

With the light breeze lightly stirring the blonde strands of hair about his face, he walked through the park, blue eyes gazing around the landscape. He wore simple jeans that looked like that had been through more than enough to become natural and comfortable on him. A plain white cotton t-shirt clinging nicely to his well formed chest underneath an unbuttoned loosely hanging white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Walking alone through the deserted park, the silence was too... silent. Imagine that yeah? Except it was an enclosed silence, all the city noise still around them, yet the sounds of the park were silent, it wasn't really the best location for a park. The silence wasn't exactly from the lack of noise, but more the lack of fitting noise, noise he knew should be there. He took out his mp3, putting the headphones around his neck and letting the music play. He thought he was alone, not like it would have effected him if he wasn't though. Even if he had known there were people he'd probably have still started singing just the same. His voice rose and fell nicely to the tune, his British accent apparent yet not thick. Jayce had a fantastic voice, just naturally, which made sense really considering how much music is in his life.</sub>

<sub>As the music played, he let the lyrics flow from his voice, soft and musical ringing through the quiet surroundings. When the voice on the recording changed to that of a female though, he stopped, listening with a soft smile at the memory, and picking up the lines again when his part came. The female was his step-sister, only they were a bit more complicated than that, hence the four letters tattooed on his hand, VERA, each one and each mark to go with it unique and non-professionally done. This particular recording had been done this past Christmas when he had gone back to England for the break. Veronica was an amazing singer and artist, he was only helping with that. He may have a spectacular voice, but dancing was his thing, dancing and the music that went with it. Singing was hers, he'd help her just as she'd help him.

The singing ended but the voices could still be heard, a little bit at the ended of the recording that wasn't part of the song but they hadn't edited out. It was meaningless really, just a bit of laughing, playful screams. He still remembered the moment, though as far as the sound went there was no significance. The thing was, they were really close, too close. In some ways she was like his little sister, in others, she wasn't. But above all, he wanted whats best for her, to protect her. She wanted him, but in his eyes, he wasn't good for her. That was part of the reason he came all the way here just to dance- being away from him would make it easier for her to have a life of her own, yet if she really needed him, he would be there in a heartbeat. So no, he isn't taken, because he doesn't belong to anybody. But that doesn't change the fact that she is and would always be the only person in the world that could ever effect him like that, that he truly loves. Though that doesn't stop him from being with plenty of girls. Just, Jayce isn't the person to settle and commit to anything. Really, being here, dancing, is the most committed he's ever been, the hardest he's ever worked for anything productive.

Another song started, this one just a normal song, nothing he or anybody he knew created, nothing special, just a song. Part of the never-ending vast variety of music he enjoys. That's when the girl approached him. Most people don't notice little things, or what they mean, but Jayce does. The majority of people don't just walk up to somebody they don't know out of the blue without a specific reason, even if they do recognize them. The fact that she did just that, to him, was a good thing. he interested him.

The girl in front of him now was slender and... quite gorgeous, with long, silky, dark hair and dark aquamarine eyes. Hearing her voice, he turned his gaze to her, noting the familiarity. She mentioned Clarksbury so that was obviously why he would recognize her, and her him. Even with a simple question like that, Jayce could catch the slightest bit of flirt like an obvious motion, though for now, he ignored it. This wasn't exactly uncommon for him.

He lowered his headphones, the music barely audible now. "Quite probable, considering I go there..." He responded in that fantastic British accented voice of his. The tone he chose to say it in wasn't at all sarcastic or rude, but holding a touch of interest and fascination to it, not quite returning the flirt but not shutting it down. Hanging right between the two.</sub>