Jase was out deep in the woods, far beyond where he expected anyone to find him, in a clearing. The son of Aphrodite had to do this sometimes to blow off steam. To put it kindle, Jase was a short fuse, and sometimes he had to do a lot to stop himself from exploding on a poor soul. In the olden days, he would just blow up, beat up some twerp, and then move on. Jase was trying not to be that guy, though. One of the best ways for him to do that was to get back to his old self some. It was a lot better of a solution than smoking, which Jase was, kind of unsuccessfully, trying to stop.
Up until Jase was 12, he was really into dance and gymnastics. He really missed them, especially gymnastics. Jase set down the pack he had packed. He often ended up sleeping out here when he came out. The bag had a couple changes of clothes and a lot of food in it.
Jase closed his eyes and got a running start, and did a perfect round off back handspring. He landed and smiled. He could almost feel himself back home with his dad, step-mom, and sister, Whitney, before his Dad died, Jase opened his eyes, and smiled brightly, starting to run into another trick.