12-28-2020, 05:58 PM
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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 : ' )
— 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 : ' )