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Starwood. x BruiserAugust 9, 2022 10:44 PM


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Plot
Muse A is a DemiGod, born to Muse B's mother. Muse A is caught attempting to contact their biological, and mortal, mother by the Gods. They are then exiled down to Earth with nothing but some clothes. Muse A searches for their sibling, only remembering that they're related. They have close to no childhood memories of their sibling. Once found, Muse B takes Muse A in, not recognizing them as their sibling. Yet. What the pair of siblings soon become aware of, aside from their kinship, is that another DemiGod, who Muse A recognizes as the Gods' pet, if you will, is sent to hunt Muse A down. For what intention? Neither are quite sure.
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Pairing
Brothers
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Topic
Human(s) & DemiGod(s)
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Character(s)
Muse A - Starwood. - Colt [Redacted] AKA "Trauma Causer" - M
Muse B - Bruiser - Jacob Baker AKA "Trauma Induced" - M
Hunter - Side Character - Marley - NB(No Pronoun Preference)

Edited at August 10, 2022 11:33 PM by Starwood.
Starwood. x BruiserAugust 9, 2022 10:46 PM


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reserving for a mr. bing bong man with trauma cause of his brother B)

Jacob Baker

"Jake"

Name: Jacob King Baker (AKA the 'Trauma Induced')

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bro is as straight as a pole B)

Role: Muse B

Appearance: Jacob is quite average looking. He stands at five foot ten with a more lean build rather than being buff. His muscles are not defined whatsoever, though he does have some sort of underlying strength. For the most part, he's quite the sloucher and doesn't normally stand tall while walking or sitting (especially sitting). His skin is a bit more on the paler side, being accompanied by warmer undertones. He has plenty of freckles, especially across his face. Jacob has a few scars littered here and there, each with their own respective story, though none are major enough to mention. His body shape can be described mainly as a rectangle. He is simply an average, healthy man regarding build. Not too big, but also not too small or skinny.

Jacob's face shape is that of an oblong oval. He has a softer jawline, though pronounced cheekbones and slightly sunken eyes, giving him a tired look. His eyes are a dark brown, rimmed with thick and short eyelashes. His eyebrows sit a bit higher on his head, being a bit on the thinner side with a slight angular curve towards the end. They are darker than his hair color, that being brown, so they appear almost black. Jake has a wider nose, which is hooked, coming down to a point. His lips are rosy and pink in color, though are thin. Behind his lips are slightly crooked teeth and are decently taken care of.

Jake's hair is rather short, being a dark-ish brown though it isn't black. In the summer, it gets naturally lighter because of the sun. The winter is when it's the darkest. He has a high fade, and his hair is parted to the left. The top is a bit longer, some strands maybe falling onto his face. It has a slight curl to it, though nothing major that is eye-catching by any means. Jake doesn't do much with it, to be honest. For any special occassion, he may slick it back. But other than that, it just sorta does as it pleases. He could care less about it, honestly.


Personality:
Calloused || Stubborn || Secretive
Jake could've been described as a bright, bold child when he was younger. But now, he's calloused and cold. Jake doesn't find the light in life anymore, and while it has mainly been because of his brother and other problems with relationships, it's just simply the man he's grown to be. He can take a lot, and while he still struggles with his own emotion, Jacob Baker could never be truly broken. He gets back up. He's a fighter - a survivor, if you will. Jake never really lets anyone in anymore, and while he normally seems untouched, Jacob still struggles with his thoughts when he's alone. Especially when he's alone.

Jake is quite stubborn. He doesn't take no for an answer, and honestly doesn't no when to stop. Once he starts something, you know damn well he's going to finish it. He simply doesn't know when to quit. That being said, Jake is a hard-worker with a good ethic. He's determined to get things done, preferably at an easy pace, though he doesn't mind taking his time. But when it comes to things like making choices for himself, his choices are set and stone most of the time. It takes a lot for someone to change his mind about someone or something. Speaking of people, he can hold grudges like no other. Just be aware of that.

Jake used tell someone at least everything going on in his life, whether it was the tiniest thing to a life-changing choice. Now, he's rather secretive. He doesn't express himself unless deemed necessary and he will forever be the guy who you go to to maybe tell a secret, but he isn't the most reliant when it comes to him actually listening anymore. Jake genuinely has become secretive for better or worse. Who really knows why, but maybe it's because he honestly has no other choice in this day and age.
Intelligent || Determined || Thorough

Sly || Shameless || Boring

Strengths:
Weaknesses:

Affiliations:
Colt Ashton Baker -- Half-brother
This is his half-brother, but unknown to him, he's a demigod. Jake hates him for the fact that he left and never tried to contact him as in their childhood, they were practically inseparable. Jake remembers everything, each and every detail, but Colt remembers nothing apart from the fact they're related.

Marley -- Demigod
A hunter coming after Colt, mainly. Jake honestly has no idea about demigods, but for some reason, they also like to go after Jake as well. Probably because of the fact that Colt's his brother.

Esme Baker -- Mother
Jake and Esme have quite the relationship. While the two have had their ups and downs, nothing has broken them. Jake loves her to death and would die for the woman. They have grown distant in the more recent years, however.

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Edited at August 22, 2022 04:17 AM by Bruiser
Starwood. x BruiserAugust 9, 2022 10:47 PM


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Reserving for trauma causer. WIP; will remove when finished.
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C O L T
“ Honey, I'm not sure if you know this, but... I don't care. “
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Name:
Colt Ashton [Last Name Redacted]
" Trauma Causer "
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Age:
22
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Gender:
Male
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Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual; Male Lean
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Role:
Muse A; DemiGod
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Ability(ies):
Major Ability(ies):
- Chameleon. Like his father, he has a sort of shapeshifting ability. However, unlike his father, he cannot shapeshift into animals. He can, rather, shapeshift into other human beings and appear to be someone that he’s not. He's able to maintain a facade for a decent amount of time, but it starts to waver if he's gone on for too long.
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- Illusion. He can create many items. He’s best at using it to create barriers seen as real, feigning an idea of a blockage. He often uses this escape from situations that he prefers not to be in. Colt can make up a vast majority of items. However, he’s not the greatest at humans and / or animals. He’s more-so good at inanimate objects, using this ability as his escape tactic. He’s developed this one quite well and uses it often. It’s mainly used for escape or hiding, as it can help create the idea that he(or they, if he chooses to include another person) is not there. Now, Colt can include one other person in this. However, he cannot include any more. The longer he uses it, the more he drains himself. The larger the illusion, the more of his power it requires.
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Minor Ability(ies):
- Regeneration. Colt’s wounds heal at an accelerated rate and don’t last nearly as long as they should. This ability is natural to him and continues without him needing to physically make it.
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- Telekinesis. He can move around items at will with his mind. Admittedly, he’s pretty moderate with his ability, strength-wise.
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- Levitating. Colt can levitate above the ground, remaining motionless. He’s quite fond of this power and finds it just generally fun. He’s also pretty good at it.
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Appearance:
Colt stands at 5’ 9”, feeling about average. He weighs 147 pounds. He’s not exactly physically built, either. He’s very lanky, not being into bodybuilding much. Colt doesn’t exactly have much muscle on his body in any way, shape, or form. He’s very lanky, not being into bodybuilding much. Colt doesn’t exactly have much muscle on his body in any way, shape, or form. His limbs are long and skinny, resembling his lanky nature. He switches between a wolf cut or long hair. Currently, he is sporting hair that reaches just an inch or two below his shoulders. His hair is a lighter shade of black, not exceeding to pitch black. It’s lackluster and without shine. It naturally looks a tad greasy and wiry. His eyes are almond shaped and in the colour of hickory. His jaw is well defined and maybe not from chewing. He has downturned lips, focusing more on a bottom lip rather than his top. They’re often barren of colour, being similar to his skin tone. Speaking of, his skin tone resembles closely to sand, having a cool undertone and is considered “fair”. Colt’s nose is no doubt a Roman nose. It protrudes quite a bit on the bridge of his nose.
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Personality:

The Wild Card / Manipulator

Erratic; Sly; Childish


Colt is very…. Erratic. He’s beyond unpredictable by now. No one is ever quite sure about what he’s going to do next. He displays this in not only his actions but also his words. He seems to have no filter and not a single care about what he’s going to say next. He throws in cursing just for the fun of it, really. Colt doesn’t even know what his next move is sometimes. He’s, quite literally, a wild card. There’s no predictability to him whatsoever. He doesn’t act with the responses he should, making it near impossible to read him. If one even tried to figure out his pattern of things, good luck. There is no pattern to Colt. He doesn't do it purposely; it's just the way that his mind works. He doesn't seem to have any sort of thought process. At least, not one that makes sense.


He’s also a very sly individual. He likes to deceive others, just for his own amusement. And he’s quite good at it, too. He likes to cause drama, and that’s about it. Colt finds it entertaining. The more dramatic the person, the better. Not only does he relate this in his words but his actions, as well. If he can find some way, he’ll do it. However, he doesn’t like to cause drama towards himself. He’d rather watch from the sidelines. Colt is very rarely to cause drama that actually includes himself as anything other than the pot stirrer. He’s a very odd individual in general, but when he acts like this, it just adds to more of the “wild card” aspect. He doesn’t use this as anything other than for his amusement. He doesn’t pretend to hide it most of the time, either. This is his amusement, and he likes to keep it that way.


Probably the only predictable thing about him is that he’s childish. He’s very immature, and he makes no move to hide nor change this. He acts as if he has no care for the world nor his surroundings. Colt doesn’t like to take responsibility for things he’s done and will always avoid answering anything along the lines of if he did something. He enjoys being himself and this way. He isn’t very aware of how his actions affect others' feelings or their feelings towards him. And, quite frankly, he doesn’t care that much, either. He’s a very impulsive man and doesn’t think through his decisions very clearly. Or maybe not even at all. Put together with everything, he’s not that great with being empathetic. He struggles to see the other side when all he can clearly see is his.


Charismatic; Adventurous; Imaginative


Despite his abrasive traits, Colt is a very charismatic person. He has a way with words that turns into more of a darkness. This relates to him being sly and deceiving. He’s learned how to handle his words well to get what he wants. He’s also learned how to appeal to another person to appear likable to them. Colt is known for being easily integrated into social groups and being able to uphold a standing within them. He just talks his way right through. He’s not exactly a people pleaser, however; he does many things that others don’t like. However, he’s built a persona to help ease his way into their little groups. If he actually likes someone, he tends to be more charismatic and in a good way. To those he cares about, he prefers to be more of a charismatic and likable guy.


Colt is also very adventurous. He’s willing, and actually quite enjoys, to take risks. And often, too. He thoroughly enjoys new experiences, always finding the good in a bad situation. If you ask him to do something, he’ll almost definitely say yes. He has no qualms about anything risky. Colt will do pretty much anything. He enjoys simply going out for hikes, anything that involves new things. He thrives in an action full environment, often getting bored if he has nothing exciting to do. He’ll become even more irritating than he can already be and will try to stir the pot even more. He often turns to others to help with his excitement.


Amongst other things, he’s very imaginative. He thinks of wild scenarios just for, well. Fun. He doesn’t do much of anything that isn’t to his personal gain or to entertain himself. He’s always up for a little creative brainstorming or anything of the sorts. He has a lot of open space in his brain. He’s very flexible on what he decides. Just as if he were a child, the scenes he makes up in his mind can get a tad out of context. He doesn’t write them down or anything. They’re just for his own amusement inside his head. And, quite frequently, he likes to share these scenarios as jokes to others. He doesn’t see it as oversharing by any means. Colt has an intelligent brain, if only he’d use it for that. Instead, he uses it on scenarios he likes to make up for fun.


Provocative; Rebellious; Reckless


Now, Colt is a provocative person. Not sexually, no. More so annoying and easily angering others.He does it deliberately, of course. This ties into so many more of his differing personality traits. He likes to get under people’s skin to see how they react to it. He likes to see how far they’ll go before they finally snap. Almost everything is a game to him, and this is one of his favourites. He enjoys finding the edges to things. And people, for that matter. He’s often finding words and actions that annoy people and making a mental note to remember them for later. This relates to him liking to cause drama, storing the information to find people who would not like some of the things he knows. Sometimes, Colt creates rumours, as well. It helps to feed his addiction to causing drama and provoking people.


He’s also a very rebellious human being. He loves to go against the authority figure, which is a reason he doesn’t do well in authority situations. He’ll do anything to go against someone who's bossing him around. Colt dislikes being behind someone else’s wheel. He follows his own world, and he prefers to keep it that way. There are many different ways he acts out: verbal fights, fits, and even running away. Yes, he has done it before. He’s childish enough to do it again. He likes to live without rules and without being pushed to be someone he isn’t. That’s all he wants: to be himself. Even if he’s not exactly the most stable of people. He goes against almost every order he’s given and has ever been given. He doesn’t take kindly to being bossed around. Colt is a very rebellious person. Maybe even on a teenage level.


Amongst other things, he’s very reckless. He doesn’t care about his actions or words. He could care even less about their outcome. Just about everything he says, he doesn’t think it through. Colt has little to no filter on both words and actions. He doesn't know what he’s saying nor doing half the time. He just blurts it out. And he honestly regrets it sometimes, but he can’t help who he is. He’s a “heat of the moment” person. He acts based on feelings close to 100% of the time. He can be careless and thoughtless at times. In reality, Colt’s brain doesn’t exactly work. It doesn’t think; it just acts. He can’t help his reckless tendencies. Even if he wanted to, they aren’t just going to go away. This is how he is, and he doesn’t make moves to change it.


Social; Humorous; Energetic


Colt is, obviously, a very social individual. He thrives well in groups and communities. He much prefers it to solitude. He’s always one to strike up a conversation, whether another person feels awkward or not. He cannot stand being silent. He always has something to say, whether the other person likes it or not. Colt talks more than just about anyone he knows, full of erratic sayings and dramatic retellings of things that likely didn’t happen just to stir the pot. He talks to pretty much everyone. He doesn’t care too much about who someone is. If they let him, he will talk till their ears bleed. He never gets tired of hearing his own voice, it seems.


Despite other traits, he’s a humorous individual. He learns what others like and uses that to make jokes. Mainly, he doesn’t find himself humorous. It’s mainly a facade to appear more charismatic to others. Colt likes to make jokes occasionally, but they aren’t entirely a part of his daily conversation. Unless he’s up to something. This is his one tell that he’s up to something: he’s trying to butter them up by using humour. He doesn’t often go overboard with it. He’ll typically make a few jokes here and there. He doesn’t mind learning other people’s humour to do this. Really, it’s all a game to him. He uses all of the information that he learns in his pot. There’s many situations that he could create with humour.


With all of this in mind, Colt is energetic at times ten. He’s always full of it and close to bouncing off of the walls. He’s resilient, in a way. He’s got such a little drive for sleep that he almost seems like an insomniac. He never seems to grow tired. Only after long hours, he’ll finally turn to sleep. Colt doesn’t like to sit still and do nothing. He has to constantly be doing something. If he has nothing to do, he’ll, again, become restless and even more annoying than in the beginning. Moreover, he has close to no ability to not do anything. He may not like it, and he also is close to incapable of it. If he is told to sit still, he’ll likely disobey and turn to pacing wherever he is.

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Strength(s):
- Charismatic. Colt is very easy going with his words and knows how to use them well.
- Rebellious. Although it isn’t exactly a strength, not following everything he’s told to do is.
- Adventurous. Being up to close to anything has its advantages at times.
- Social. Being able to easily form a conversation, he’s always the one chosen to butter someone up.
- Abilities. Colt can’t exactly defend himself physically. He uses his abilities to do that for him., thus developing them quite well.
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Weakness(es):
- Illiterate. Colt was never taught to read nor write, resulting in a form of developed dyslexia.
- Childish. Acting similar to a child is not really preferred for someone of his age.
- Distractible. He’s very easily entertaining, leading him to being easily distracted.
- Emotional. Believe it or not, he is very emotional, tying into his childish traits.
- Reliant. Colt is, in no way, independent.
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Like(s):
- Music. Specifically hard rock / metal. He’ll listen to it whenever he can, even when it isn’t the time for music.
- Dogs. Especially when they’re big dogs. What’s not to like?
- Autumn. It’s his favourite time of year; his ideal weather.
- Games. Almost any sort of game, really; especially video games.
- Parties. Of course, he’s going to be a party goer.
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Dislike(s):
- Sour. Anything sour. He just cannot stand it.
- Romance. Specifically, movies. While he does feel attraction, it never has been one of his favourite things to watch. Or read, if he could.
- Snow. It gets on his nerves for no particular reason.
- Cleaning. Colt would rather than someone else clean that’s not him.
- Bugs. Ew; no, thank you.
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Kin:
- Loki. Father. God.
- Esme Baker. Mother. Mortal.
- Jacob Baker. Half-Brother. Mortal.
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Affiliation(s):
- Loki. Father. God. Him and his father have a good relationship. Seeing as their personalities are somewhat similar, they seem to get along well, despite the fact that Colt might actually be more childish than Loki himself.
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- Esme Baker. Mother. Mortal. Colt has no relationship with his mother except for a newly formed acquaintanceship. He remembers her ever so slightly and is curious about her in general.
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- Jacob Baker. Half-Brother. Mortal. Jacob and Colt have an odd relationship. There's things he doesn't remember about his life, and most of his reltionship with his half-brother is one of those things. The main thing he remembers is that he's related to Jacob.
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- Marley. Hunter. DemiGod. Marley is the DemiGod sent out by the Gods to find and hunt him down. They don’t exactly have the best of a relationship. Or, really, a relationship at all. It's mainly a "friendly", as Colt likes to say, rivalry.
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Other:
N/A.

Edited at August 11, 2022 12:59 PM by Starwood.
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The air; it felt stagnant. There was no movement other than the rustling of the trees. He had to hurry. There was no time to waste. Any moment now, he’d be there. Any moment now, they could catch up. He knew where he was, but he wasn’t sure if they knew. He had to be quick about this. He slapped a hand on a nearby tree, reaching his arm out as far as possible as he kept walking along. It was dark; the sun had barely set, but the trees provided a top that shaded him from the moonlight. Only small streams of light shone through. He reached his right hand to his hair, pushing strands out of the way of his eyes. It was wiry, as it always was, but it gave way to the small hardships that he recently underwent.


Out there was where he was. He was longer with his father. With a remembrance to his father, he looked down at his shirt: it was large on him, despite his lanky build. But most importantly, it was hunter green. He gave a small smile to the shirt, lingering on it for a second. It was the last one he had. It was the one item he felt sentimental about; his hunter green shirts. This one, however, was different from his others. It was actually his father’s. The shoulders sagged on him, part of the shirt falling off on his left. It slipped below his shoulder blade, exposing his skin to the cold air. He had no shoes on his feet. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt with pants that also didn’t fit the best. He never could keep his pants on very well.


He looked close to homeless. Almost. His skin was dirty from his time to get here. His feet felt as if they had grown fifty different calluses by now. He had to march on to get there. They didn’t want him. Surely, he would. He sighed, continuing on in the darkness. His eyes turned to search around himself. He knew they could be out there, anywhere. He had to hurry. Colt picked up his pace, now going into a jog. The trees seemed to be bending over to take him. They were curling around him and forcing himself into a standstill. However, none of that was real, and he knew that. His mind was only trying to play tricks on him, he was sure. He pushed the trees out of his mind, keeping them from reaching any further than they had gotten. He had no time for this.


His mind was whirling. All he knew was that he was going to get there. He was going to be fine, one day. He would see his father again. He wasn’t sure if they would come for him quickly, but he knew they were out there. He was sure of it. There had been too many signs. They were all around him. The trees were likely one, too. Marley would be here soon. Colt knew the way they hunted. Or, rather, stalked. They would watch from afar, finding the most vulnerable time to attack. There was a reason they were the God’s favourite. Mainly the fact that they played right into what they wanted. However, his thoughts were pulled from his mind as the trees whistled in the night. He was getting closer any minute now.


He could feel the warmth from afar. He was minutes away now, he knew it. He could imagine the times they’d have; the fun it would be. His brother was only a couple minutes away. He didn’t remember much about his brother. Just that he had him. His brother was there, and he spent what felt like forever to his childish self to find him. He had expectations that he wanted met. He had been down here for two weeks now. That’s how long it took him to track his brother down. He didn’t seem to be fond of being around people, seeing as this was where he lived. A hut in the woods. Not the most glamorous, compared to what Colt was used to, but he’d make do. Anything was better than being homeless. There was no way he wasn’t going to stay there for long, whether he liked it or not.


The smell of the air brought him to ease. It reminded him of home. His home. His father had always opted for more of an open house. He even had a garden that Colt would occasionally tend to. Even if he didn’t like gardening. Jeeze, music would be great right about now, he murmured in his head. Music was his safe haven. He listened to it close to every minute of every day. Sometimes, he even slept while it was playing. Today was different. He hadn’t had anything he was used to for two weeks. Two whole weeks. It felt surreal to him; had he really been thrown out? He was cast down here without a say to even explain himself. He knew his father. Why couldn’t he know his mother and brother, too? That’s all he wanted.


As much as he loved his father, he wanted something more. That’s the only reason he had reached out. That was his mother. He had been without his father for years. He barely remembered her, even. It bothered him. He wanted something that he didn’t have. He had his father, yes, but there was more. He wanted a family. One that he actually remembered. Those lost memories hammered at his mind. They were gone, and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he wanted the memories back rather than a family. He wasn’t sure. Everything was different now. He felt… Different. After he sent the one letter, everything spiraled out of control. There was no control left in his life. His father had allowed them to set Marley after him. Marley, who would likely kill him, if they got their hands on him.


Colt just closed his eyes, slowing his pace to a stop. His feet were covered in dirt. They looked stained, almost. He was tired. Mentally, for the most part, but it was starting to catch up with him. He opened his eyes, looking up towards the trees. He could see through the leaves and limbs. The stars were starting to shine now. The sun had fully disappeared. And he was lingering. He tore his eyes away from the trees, walking further. He could see it now. The walls, the wood, the brown. Everything was brown. At least he had the green. Some green, that was. He shook his arms, dusting the skin off. Minimally, that was. He could definitely use a shower. His legs moved him forward. Thoughts of how the reunion would go went above his head. His legs didn’t want to know.


He had seen more departures than he ever had reunions. Did he want a reunion? He had to want one. It was all he had left, now that he was abandoned. He was thrown here, after years of living with the others. There were so many others, considering Zeus’ history. Maybe even some others that they didn’t know about. But as the thoughts swirled, the house appeared more. He could see it all now. He was almost at the door. The door… The door. He had no idea what he wanted to say, what he wanted to see. All he knew was that this man was his brother. A brother he didn’t remember. A brother who might know things about him that he, simply, didn’t. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know, even. But he had to know. The door was right in front of him. His thoughts were gone; his head was empty. The door was right there.


And, with one final moment, Colt knocked on the door, leaving exactly three seconds between each knock.

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"Could please talk to the fucking contractor, Jesse? I need this job," Jake went on, pleading with the man on the other line. "Fuck," Jake sighed after noticing that Jesse had in fact hung up the call. Jake looked around his house for a moment as he stood in the middle of the living room. It seemed rather tempting to just smash something at this point, but that would be immature of him now wouldn't it? Jake was better than that, and he was not known as someone particularly angry. However, Jacob wasn't even sure of his own identity anymore. It seemed as though it would slip past his fingers every now and again, causing the man to simply want to lay down and die. This wasn't a way to live.

Neither was living in the middle of the woods, isolated from everyone and everything. Jake found that it reflected his own loneliness, being something rather poetic rather than him expressing it. You could tell just by looking at the man that he had been restless - his eyes were tired, drooping, his shoulders slouched and his posture generally just shit. But by looking into his eyes, there was something about them that could transport you into another dimension. That said place was filled with sorrow, loneliness, hurt... Was this really what life had come to?

Jake would never admit that he was depressed or sad or was always in some sort of isolation, but he would admit that he prefers the life of a lonesome man rather than filling his surroundings with people who don't care about anyone but themselves. Jake had at least some sort of respect for himself in that aspect, and to him, that's what counted the most. Sure he wanted a woman, treat her right, settle down, maybe have a few kids and get married, but Jake could never come to terms with the fact that maybe that wouldn't fill this void that he had in his heart -- his soul.

He was simply incomplete, no matter what he did.

As Jake stood alone, he let out another sigh, but this one was more... Meaningful. A heavy sigh, one that said "I'm tired". He closed his eyes for a moment before moving to the couch, grabbing the remote, and began flipping through the channels that he received a signal for which wasn't many. But after finding one that he could at least be entertained by for a little while, it wasn't the content that consumed him and made him transfer into another world, but instead it was his own mind.

Jake closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep. While he was not at peace, sleeping seemed to be something that allowed him to get a break from the world, even if it was just a little bit. He never found himself really wanting to do something else, but if he wanted to make some sort of impact and make someone proud, Jake always strives to at least work and make a half-decent living. But in the back of his mind, Jake knew that he was only doing that for others and nobody else. Not even himself. He didn't know the last time he had done something for himself, and now, he lay here, struggling to come to terms with the fact that he may never get around to doing all of those things he wished to do as a kid.

But even now, Jake couldn't get a moment for himself.

Stirring awake, he heard knocks at his door. He sat up, turning the television off before letting out yet another sigh. Who could be out here? Who would even want to be out here? Jake groaned slightly as he stood, shuffling over to the door. He took a slight peek outside using the window beside the door, but all he could see was a figure. He shook his head, opening the door and then giving a rather confused yet surprised look to the man in front of him. He was about the same height, dark hair...

"Colt? What the fuck are you doing here, kid?"

(I hope this works -- It's a tad short, but I figured it was better than nothing aha)

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