can't take the kid from the fight -- private, jeong

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[div style="text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 30px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #b50018; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 95%; width: 420px"]nathan cardoso

✩[b] - misery loves my company

[div style="height: 137px; width: 422px; padding: 0px; font-family: arial; color: #292421; font-size: 10px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;text-transform:lowercase"]since losing his family seven years ago, nate had been on his own except for moose. Social interaction wasn't a [i]"normal" thing for him, and it was obvious in both his words and actions. He didn't belong in st. Peter's--and even if he did, he didn't fit in--and had trouble controlling his temper while everyone else remained cool and unaffected. Even when he had been younger, he'd had problems with his temper getting the best of him. Moose was the only one who was ever safe from his owner's wrath, and that was only partially because nate had owned the dog for many years. The teen would never lay an ill-intentioned hand on a benevolent animal, no matter what it did wrong.

[b]"stay," the black-haired man ordered, and the scruffy tan mutt did as he was told, tail qagging viciously as he did so. "i'll be back soon." with that, he shut the door of his apartment and made his way down the stairs and through the town, slowly trudging past the barricades surrounding the trading fortress that was st. Peter's. He had no idea where he was planning on going or what he was planning on doing, but he had some steam to blow off, and a walk seemed like it might help.

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[zeriah]

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jeong only heard of st. peters on his quest to find his friend. honestly, how could he lose sight of a six foot seven man of pure muscle? he's probably clueless without the korean beside him. or rather than clueless, turned about and probably unorganized. belenus found security in him and jeong in the much larger male. so to not have him by his side was foreign and left a foul taste in his mouth. he was on edge and judging from what the people he interrogated, they saw him come this way. he doubted the man joined a group of sorts without him unless he was desperate. either that, or he believed they would help him locate jeong. for his sake, the mask wearing man hoped it was true. belenus was strong and a gentle soul, but he would be a frightening powerful force should he let his emotions get the better of him. and getting carried away was jeong's job; he depended on the other to keep him in check. without him, his fuse was shortened drastically.

gritting his teeth, jeong narrowed his eyes and dusted off his slightly torn soft purple shirt as he pulled down the mask from his nose.looking around, he noticed the fort in the distance and he couldn't help the agitated sigh that escaped his lips. pulling his black mask back up, only his eyes were visible as he adjusted the beanie that once hugged his head loosely. boots clicking softly against the pavement, the bi-racial man continued on his way.

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[div style="text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 30px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #b50018; text-align: left; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 95%; width: 420px"]nathan cardoso

✩[b][i] - misery loves my company

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depending on someone else for anything was not in the teen's nature. He had no one to turn to when he needed help or someone to talk to, so of course his little canine companion was the one to take that place. Sure, he may have seemed crazy for having a one-sided conversation to his dog for hours on end, but it was the end of the world as they knew it and it was a fight for survival every day, so who cared? It wasn't like anyone else was any better off mentally, and nathan was grateful for moose's company even through dreary times. Moose was his rock, the thing holding him down when he felt like he would be carried away by the thrashing winds of his internal desolation.

He wasn't too far from the barricades of the town when he npticed another figure, this one making their way towards st. Peter's. There was no one in the group who would wear such a garish shirt, as far as nate knew, so of course his curiosity was piqued. [b]"oi, who the hell're you?" he called out as he stalked towards the other, dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. Was this one of those goonies from the outside who kept making trouble? If  it was, he'd have no trouble kicking their ass for coming here again and bothering people who quite obviously didn't wish to be bothered.

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[zeriah]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border:;width:450px;overflowtretch;font-size:8.5pt;font-family:tahoma;text-align:justify;line-height:120%;text-transform:lowercase"]jeong had to blink his eyes in surprise as he came to a stop and gazed around. he knows, he knows this guy is not speaking to him in such a way. all he did was walk and he seemed pissed about it. from the tone of his voice, he seemed younger than him, but the way he carried himself and his height begged to differ. regardless of age or not, human decency says to be kind to thy neighbor - unless of course, your neighbor is an asshole. but the young man decided to look past this for a moment, remembering the sort of decaying world they lived in. it would make anyone weary of others. at least, that's how he knew he should feel. but right now, he was growing even more irritated and felt he could blow off some steam on this guy. just for funsies as well~

his closest friend was a couple inches under seven feet. height meant nothing to him... though he did appear stronger.

sucking in a breath, he narrowed his eyes and continued on his walk towards him. "does it matter? i'm not stayin' long." he responded, wanting to find his friend and bolt. "though, i could ask you the same thing. shouldn't you be taking your afternoon nap?" he said, a light snide could be detected through agitation.