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Finn sat on a grey brick wall at the lakeside, blinking tiredly, his blue eyes giving away no emotion as he took a sip of beer, too out of luck to have the will to do anything. He was very screwed, his job didn’t pay well at all no matter how much work he put into it, and he was too tired to work overtime. He took another sip, just fiddling with his fingers. He continued to drink his beer, eyes just tired. He scanned the floor, uninterested in it, but bored. He also didn’t want to accidentally make human eye contact; that meant long-lasting conversation if they were both just hanging around with nothing better to do. He had fingerless gloves and a long grey coat, a black turtleneck underneath it. He wore brown jeans and black shoes. His clothes all seemed tattered and old. He had a bruise on his face, he had fallen out of bed in the morning. Er— he had fallen off of the mattress he slept on (Open) |
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~~Jackson~~ (Ciara is Jackson's adopted sister, she's coming to this rp soon) Jackson held down his car horn for three seconds before leaving the building. He has just been fired from the office he had worked at for almost three years. Now what was he gonna do? He had a family to take care of! Or, he had his parents and adopted sister to take care of. Molly was too sick to work, Kevin injured himself in an accident and can no longer work, and while Ciara did have a small waitress job at a restaurant, she wasn't paid very well, and was barely home, if at all. The 17-year-old boy drove to the forest reserve and parked his car. His spiky brown hair was messy, his green eyes bloodshot with tiredness, his T-shirt and pants were dirty, and his black sneakers were messed up. Money was getting tight. Reality sucked. Jackson arrivrd at the lake and spotted a man there. He gave a small shrug and didn't look at the man to respect his privacy, and started down at his reflection, opening up a soda can and drinking it. |
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He sighed in his half-American half-Irish accent. He looked over to a rando, maybe seventeen, maybe eighteen, no matter, he didn’t care. The 21 year old continued to drink his beer until there was nothing left. Wow. he thought grimacing. Welp, no matter. He walked over to the trash in his slouched posture, beer bottle in hand. He threw it into recycling and pulled out another beer. He walked over to the grey wall, tired and just wiped. Finn pulled himself up onto it, despite being lanky and tall, he struggled getting onto the taller wall. He ended up with his legs hanging off and his arms, his stomach on the wall. Whatever. he thought, continuing to sip the drink in his hand. He was just.. just chilling there while drinking a beer, an odd scene, of course. |
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~~Jackson~~ (So sorry for the short post!) Jackson glanced up as the man moved. He watched him for a while before walking up to him. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. "Uhh... Sir are you alright?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the man. |
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He was too out of will to do much of anything to get up. But he did. He pulled himself to a sitting position on the wall. “Yeah, bout to get fired. Want one?” he asked, holding up a cigarette for guy. He wouldn’t let him have a bottle; that was illegal. He took another sip. Finn had never really been a happy person. Well, scratch that, he was once, but then his parents fought, divorced and then he lost his cat because of it. And his sister died too, he guessed. He continued to sip his drink |
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~~Jackson~~ Jackson stared at him carefully. "Oh, you are about to be fired? I've already been fired." He took the cigarette and twirled it in his hands. "So... We're both in some hard times I guess. I'm Jackson. What's your name?" He asked, digging in his pockets for his phone to text Ciara. |
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He was now looking at Jackson. “Cool, my name’s Finn.” he said, his voice slightly Irish. You could tell even with the monotone voice and expression he adopted. He took another drink. “Life’s already screwed up, so why not just do this?” he said, continuing to sip. Finn didn’t seem very happy, even if he was smiling and laughing. He sighed, still a small smile on his face. “Here.” he gave Jackson a lighter to light the cigarette in his hands. Finn just never really seemed to run out of this stuff. A blessing and a curse. He sipped again, blue eyes dull. |
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~~Jackson~~ (I can see the relationship between these two. Someone Finn can talk to and not worry about being judged and stuff like that) Jackson texted Ciara to say he was gonna come home soon, and did the same to Molly and Kevin. He put his phone down and have a nod to Finn. He could tell that this Irish man wasn't happy, he was upset. But Jackson wasn't gonna point it out. It didn't matter. He took the lighter and lit the cigarette. He didn't smoke a lot, and if he did, it was because he was depressed. He was depressed now. So he was letting himself doing that. He put the cigarette in his mouth, giving Finn the lighter back. "Life is always screwed up. Unless you are the rich. Cause who cares about the poor! Let the rich live in comfort and make the lives of the poor worse!" He spoke truth. |
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He smiled at that, taking back his lighter. “A truth you cannot deny.” he said, looking up to the sky. Why did he trust this kid? He didn’t care. He didn’t really care about anything from being a kid. “The rich get what they want, this small town is the best poor people get.” he gestured to the town around them. They were in the old-times, life would never get better. He set down his bottle of beer, holding back for a second so he didn’t pass out. He sighed, tired. He looked at the time on the old clock. “Gotta run.” he said. Even if he was 21, he looked about Jackson’s age, except he was tired. He grabbed his bottle and waved as he walked away, taking a drink and then putting the cork back in (Same, as you’ve noticed Finn is depressed-) |
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*Jackson gave a nod, sighing* *He waved to Finn as he left* |
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He collapsed onto the mattress, tired. He sipped the bottle of beer and then looked at it. He’d had enough, didn’t want to wake up with a piercing headache.. which he was pretty sure he had already inflicted upon himself. |
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Finn threw the bottle onto the floor, tired |
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In the morning, Finn was on the porch in his 3-story apartment. He was on a chair, reading a book |
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He looked over to her, weirded out. He took a sip of his coffee and placed it back onto the small table next to him. A crappy one made of cardboard, but still. He scanned her with cold blue eyes. “What is with the birds?” He called, voice monotone, but he was curios. The pale guy looked like he was a 17 year old, despite being 21 |
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*The birds flew away* |
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He waited for an answer |
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"Oh gosh, you scared me..." |
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He smiled, a tiny one. “Sorry, I’m Finn.” he said, sipping his beer |
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"Its fine. I'm Ciara." |
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He was only on the second story, and his apartment wasn’t very tall. He grabbed his beer and jumped down, landing on his feet. He extended a hand, taking a sip |
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(Do you know what Ciara looks like?) |
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”So, Ciara, right?” he asked for a second. He shook her hand and then let go. He stuffed his hand into his pockets. “How’s life?” (Nope) |
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*Ciara gave a nod* "Life is... Boring. And long." |
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Finn nodded. “I met a guy like you yesterday, a realist. His name was.. uh.. Jackson, yeah.” he said, voice and expression deadpan, his tone quiet |
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Finn was surprised, but he kept a deadpan expression and held a thumbs-up, sipping a beer. “Can definitely see you two being siblings.” he said, thinking back on his older, now deceased sister |
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”Nope, bye, Bird lady Ciara.” he said, drinking a beer as he walked off |
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*She walked away* |
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He went back to the grey brick wall he had been on yesterday |
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Finn greeted him “Hi.” |
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