07-31-2021, 06:17 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: andale mono; font-size: 6.5pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; color: #484a4d"]Theodore was adored by many. Feared by many, too. Misunderstood by all in one way or another. It hadn’t always been that way, however. He once thought that Micah understood him. His own brother who nurtured Teddy when they were still only children, when their family was torn apart, when they had nothing more but the clothes on their backs and the love they shared between one another. An allegiance between blood that Teddy thought was the beginning of forever. With his brother, Teddy was loving and hopeful, naive perhaps, but Micah always knew how to keep Teddy safe and sound. Teddy was not perfect — sometimes, he wasn’t even good — but Micah accepted his brother for everything that he was.
Until recently.
The brothers were barely on speaking terms anymore and they led this entire group together. Instead of being the unstoppable force that they were notorious for, they could barely look each other in the eye without wanting to go for each other’s throats. All of this hatred and discordance all because of Papa. All because of the one man that was supposed to be seen as a paternal figure to both brothers. Perhaps Micah didn’t understand Teddy all along, because then he would have been accepting of Teddy’s choice of wanting to reconcile with the man that had never raised them as his children. From their initial explosive disagreement, Teddy was unable to look towards his older brother without his lip starting to curl with distaste and bitterness. He quickly had to come to the understanding that he was in this alone; certainly Micah misunderstood Teddy, else he would have been far more obliging.
Of all things, Teddy was greatly misunderstood — it was a realisation that he’d quickly come to accept. He couldn’t dwell on it for long, though. Whilst he was inscrutable at best, he had more important things to concentrate on, such as swiftly proving that he was no man to meddle with. With his influence around these parts, it didn’t take long for most newcomers to take the hint, at least somewhat. With his eyes narrowing slightly, Teddy met Axel’s hand with his own, giving him a firm handshake before allowing his hand to fall back down to his side. ❝ In shambles now? ❞ Teddy repeated quizzically, raising his brows in thought. ❝ Dat’s a damn shame. Is the infrastructure still good around those parts? ❞ Ever the entrepreneur, Teddy would ensure that every possibility was investigated. If Los Santos was in shambles, it only meant an opportunity for The Badlands to potentially seize hold of its territory as an outpost. Teddy had always been curious about the prospect of expanding his horizons.
❝ Ah, it don’t madda no more anyways. I’m Teddy; good to meet cha. ❞ Crinkling his nose, Teddy dusted his hands off subconsciously as eyes soon shifted to Vesania, observing the way he looked towards Salem almost suspiciously. Brows knitted together. Had Teddy seen this guy elsewhere before? The man soon seemed to take notice of Teddy’s stare, giving him a short greeting before Teddy nearly spoke right over him as he asked, ❝ Do I know ya from somewhere? You’re sure not easy to forget. ❞ With a long breath out his nostrils, Teddy repositioned his head, eyes darting across Vesania’s face before waving his pointer finger towards him. ❝ My brother told me about ya. You came to visit us once upon a time. You da old Los Santos boss guy. ❞ If Vesania knew a thing or two about leading a group… good. He’d know better the consequences of getting on the wrong side of the Knope trio. Plus, he could hold precious information that could be invaluable to Teddy.
With a sleazy grin, Teddy glanced towards Salem and Kim before giving the two brothers one last look. ❝ Follow us. I bet ya both exhausted from the journey. ❞ Without question, Teddy would welcome them in. After all, he was already beginning to compile the uses they could have for him.
Until recently.
The brothers were barely on speaking terms anymore and they led this entire group together. Instead of being the unstoppable force that they were notorious for, they could barely look each other in the eye without wanting to go for each other’s throats. All of this hatred and discordance all because of Papa. All because of the one man that was supposed to be seen as a paternal figure to both brothers. Perhaps Micah didn’t understand Teddy all along, because then he would have been accepting of Teddy’s choice of wanting to reconcile with the man that had never raised them as his children. From their initial explosive disagreement, Teddy was unable to look towards his older brother without his lip starting to curl with distaste and bitterness. He quickly had to come to the understanding that he was in this alone; certainly Micah misunderstood Teddy, else he would have been far more obliging.
Of all things, Teddy was greatly misunderstood — it was a realisation that he’d quickly come to accept. He couldn’t dwell on it for long, though. Whilst he was inscrutable at best, he had more important things to concentrate on, such as swiftly proving that he was no man to meddle with. With his influence around these parts, it didn’t take long for most newcomers to take the hint, at least somewhat. With his eyes narrowing slightly, Teddy met Axel’s hand with his own, giving him a firm handshake before allowing his hand to fall back down to his side. ❝ In shambles now? ❞ Teddy repeated quizzically, raising his brows in thought. ❝ Dat’s a damn shame. Is the infrastructure still good around those parts? ❞ Ever the entrepreneur, Teddy would ensure that every possibility was investigated. If Los Santos was in shambles, it only meant an opportunity for The Badlands to potentially seize hold of its territory as an outpost. Teddy had always been curious about the prospect of expanding his horizons.
❝ Ah, it don’t madda no more anyways. I’m Teddy; good to meet cha. ❞ Crinkling his nose, Teddy dusted his hands off subconsciously as eyes soon shifted to Vesania, observing the way he looked towards Salem almost suspiciously. Brows knitted together. Had Teddy seen this guy elsewhere before? The man soon seemed to take notice of Teddy’s stare, giving him a short greeting before Teddy nearly spoke right over him as he asked, ❝ Do I know ya from somewhere? You’re sure not easy to forget. ❞ With a long breath out his nostrils, Teddy repositioned his head, eyes darting across Vesania’s face before waving his pointer finger towards him. ❝ My brother told me about ya. You came to visit us once upon a time. You da old Los Santos boss guy. ❞ If Vesania knew a thing or two about leading a group… good. He’d know better the consequences of getting on the wrong side of the Knope trio. Plus, he could hold precious information that could be invaluable to Teddy.
With a sleazy grin, Teddy glanced towards Salem and Kim before giving the two brothers one last look. ❝ Follow us. I bet ya both exhausted from the journey. ❞ Without question, Teddy would welcome them in. After all, he was already beginning to compile the uses they could have for him.
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