ON YOUR OWN // OPEN, VISITING
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jackson peters was used to being alone. worn shoes kicked absently at the occasional rock on the aged train tracks, one hand gripping the strap of his backpack halfheartedly as he watched the small pebble skip along the tracks before disappearing into one of the gaps between the railroad ties. his gaze glanced around the surrounding forestry, keeping himself somewhat occupied as he continued his long trek. not only was he used to being alone; as a matter of fact, he much preferred it that way.

on his own, there was no one to tell him what he should be doing. what rules to follow, what to do, and how he should be doing it. others were quick to do whatever anyone told them to do, but jp was certainly not some puppet that would have any goddamn bastard play with his strings. people had taken advantage of him too many times for him to be naïve to it anymore. everyone had their own ulterior motives, and he would be damned if he let anyone use him to achieve them.

he hadn’t always been so aware. there were memories he tried to forget. innocent little jackson, too naïve to just how unfair and cruel the world could be. too busy living the “good life” to notice just how bad things could become. of course he hadn’t been completely blind, even back then. he had known that his parents didn’t have a legitimate business, that their drug manufacturing and dealing had been dodgy, and illegal. what he hadn’t expected was for those around his family to turn against him and his family. to snitch and, in return, make jp lose everything he ever had. the nice house, the cars, the money. and his family. gone. he left the life he once knew with only newfound knowledge - there was no one he could trust. it was better off being alone.

he had gotten himself a bit of a bad reputation since then, having to turn to dodgy means in order to survive because it was the only thing he knew. hurting people and damaging properties without a care in the world. taking advantage of a broken system that didn’t give a damn about him. though nowadays, as he grew older, he found himself more content with simply traveling all over the new world. never being at once place for too long. nobody around to hold him accountable. nobody around to tell him what to do. who wouldn’t prefer this way of living?

slowing to a stop, he stood in front of a worn-down train. then, as he looked out across the meadow, he blinked at the industrial area in front of him. he had figured that the tracks would get him somewhere. this place looked promising; northstar district, wasn’t it? stepping away from the train tracks, he spared once brief glance towards the train before heading closer to the district.

// this post is so shit but
here's good ol' jp
he might stick around for just a few weeks before heading off somewhere else : ' )
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[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Green, too, had once found himself used to the loneliness of the New World. It’d been a result of his tragic circumstances, orphaned twice before his twelfth birthday. Unfortunately, this world was no longer a safe haven for good folk simply trying to provide for their children; if disease didn’t steal them from this lifetime then tragedy certainly would. Green learned the hard way in his childhood that the mass panic at the start of the blackout was deadly. As years passed by, life began to settle somewhat but it was by no means safe anymore. With lawlessness came those who’d use their primal instincts to survive, even if it meant sacrificing others to reach their final goal.

He learned from a young age that, if confronted by a bigger and stronger man who wanted his supplies, Green ought to hand them over without complaint. It was the only way he’d get through each passing day on the streets alive. Sure, the sacrifice of flight rather than fight left him malnourished for years, jutted out ribs and sunken in eyes — when he found his way to the safety of Northstar District, they likely took pity on the young and broken man.

Nowadays, he was scared to be alone. Being alone meant that the darkness could so easily creep into all the cracks of a well lived and innocent life. Mateo had been a darkness that had clasped on so tight that not fight nor flight was possible. He was a darkness that had clasped on so tight that, even after his death, he lived on in Vernon’s mind. Even whilst it was no cure, finally having a found family was what made life tolerable for Green. No longer would he have to fear the nights alone now that he could fall asleep beside a man that made him feel safe.

Eyes were curious as Green watched an approaching figure towards the District. He would’ve felt alarmed if the man was not alone, but this appeared to be one solitary person. Just like Green when he first arrived. Feeling the safety of a full quiver bag on his back, Green began to walk to meet the man just outside of the District, a hesitant yet curious smile on his lips before he asked, ❝ Are you looking for the District? ❞


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I'LL EAT UP ALL YOUR PAIN, TAKE IN ALL THE BLAME
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 4.2px; word-spacing: 1.9px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]BE THAT SOMEONE TO COMPLAIN TO — NOTES.
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the first days of his new life - the first few weeks, even - had been absolutely miserable. he had been a young man that suffered greatly. still recovering from an all-time low when he never knew until then what it felt like to fall. he often tried not to reminisce about such a low point in his life, though from that point he had learned what it meant to survive and endure. he couldn’t let another person know that they got to him. better yet, if they did, then he had to show them that there would be hell to pay.

while others thought it wasn’t worth the hassle to fight their way out of troubling situations, jp found fighting to be the only way to make it. fighting tooth and nail became his only option. soon enough he was no better than the other thugs out on the street, bullying the less fortunate for their lunch money. if being alone meant that the darkness could easily creep into all the cracks of a well lived and innocent life, then jp’s solitude allowed the darkness to swarm in and eventually consume him. though, unlike others, he couldn’t say he felt remorse for such actions. he preferred being a thug and a punk in someone’s eyes than allow himself to be taken advantage of.

he stared at the first person to come out and greet him, gaze bordering between being blank and mildly unimpressed. a hesitant smile, looking wary almost… this guy looked like a gust of wind could knock him over. was he looking for the district? although he hadn’t been looking for the district in particular, he figured it’d be easier to agree than to tell this man his life story. “yeah. you could say that.” his gaze lingered on him before looking over the man’s shoulder at the district behind him.

“i’m not looking to join. just a place to stay for a couple of weeks.” he sounded overall absent as he said it, already used to the same-old routine. “got any open rooms?”

// sorry for this post
it's so bad : (
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