"Lead the way, cochise!"

  //I'm gonna go ahead and start off by saying that, if you haven't played the video game 'Until Dawn', and wish to play without any spoilers, then I will warn you that there are SPOILERS AHEAD!//

                                                                                              

 

                               

 

 Name: Joshua "Josh"  Washington

 Born: 1995 3d October

 Age: 23

 Species: Human

 Gender: Male

 Nationality: American

 Eye colour: Green

 Skin colour: Caramel

 Hair colour: Dark brown

 Marital status: Single

 Occupation: College dropout

                                     

 

      "I DID something!

I made you believe in the world I created, and I showed you parts of yourself you were too afraid to visit!"   

            - Josh Washington 

                                                                                              

 

 

The son of successful film director Bob Washington and passionate social rights activist Melinda Washington, Josh enjoyed a luxurious childhood thanks to his father's wealth and as an adult, he still recalls their yearly summer retreats to Blackwood Pines and the baseball games he played with his family on the lawn of their mountain lodge, side by side with his sisters, mum and dad.

However, his happiness didn't last, his parents became more and more preoccupied in their work, which left Josh feeling neglected. As a result, Josh formed a very close bond with his sisters, Hannah and Beth, relying on them for the emotional support his parents could not provide.

 

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- Chris "You know how Josh and I meet? OK, third grade, Josh sat in the back of the room, I sat in the front. We didn't even know each other existed. But the kid sitting next to Josh started strap snapping the training bra on the girl in front of him, so the teacher made him move to the front - where I was sitting!"

- Sam"Okay so?"

- Chris "So I got moved to the back!"

- Sam"And?"

- Chris "And next to Josh, that's how me meet.

And became friends. To this day!"

- Sam"A match made in heaven."

                                                                                                                                                                                      

In third grade Josh meet and befriended classmate Christopher Hartley, eventually drawing him, and his sisters into a larger circle of friends consisting of Samantha, Mike, Jessica, Emily, Ashley, Matthew.

He and Chris would basically grow up together, spending many weekends and days together. Dialogue between the two suggest they went through a sort of pyromanic phase sometime growing up as they mentioned deliberately setting fire on things or melting dolls using a makeshift flamethrower. 

After an "incident" at school, Josh was referred to a psychiatrist in 2006 and was wrongly diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder. Over the course of the next few years, he was referred to a number of other medical professionals and prescribed a number of antidepressant drugs; often, the effects of the drugs tapered or simply failed to help Josh at all, forcing his doctors to change prescriptions. By 2013, he was self-medicating with progressively larger doses of Amitriptyline in a desperate attempt to improve his mental health.

During the fateful winter getaway at Blackwood Pines, Josh spent most of the evening partying and getting drunk with Chris, his best friend, and as a result he was not included, nor aware of the prank his friends played on Hannah, and was left passed out on the kitchen counter while his twin sisters left the lodge, never to be seen again.

Josh took the disappearance of his sisters very badly.

Medical records from around this time suggest he came dangerously close to committing suicide, and his ongoing state of delirium quickly resulted in him being committed to Oceanview Hospital for observation while his current doctor, Alan Hill, considered possible treatments. Though Josh was discharged two weeks later with a new prescription of Phenelzine, he had changed for the worst: though outwardly good-humored and sociable as ever, he had become obsessed with the idea of solving every single one of his problems simultaneously. This is where he came up with the one thing that he knew would solve his problems. The prank.

Drawing upon his family's wealth and his father's contacts among practical effects artists, he spent most of the year planning, designing and commissioning the props necessary for his grand prank.

Eventually, he returned to Blackwood Pines and rigged the Washington lodge with all the props necessary for the ultimate practical joke - including video cameras to ensure that the events would be recorded and uploaded to the Internet.

 

He then invited his friends back to the mountain for another winter getaway.

Josh had planned for anything, arranging everything from animatronic ghosts to fake bodies, even creating evidence of a slasher villain. He himself played the part of this particular character who came to be known as 'THE PSYCHO'.

However he had no desire to actually kill them, and carefully designed his pranks to ensure that nobody would actually be hurt by them.

After having had his 'fun', he reveals himself as the mastermind behind it all, and confronted by his friends, Josh spills the details of his prank, gloating how well he fooled them and boasting of how the uploaded footage will make them Internet sensations. Mike, enraged and believing that Josh is responsible for Jessica's death, knocks him unconscious; after tying his hands, Mike and Chris drag him to the shack, intending to keep him there until they can call the police, all the while ignoring Josh's protestations of innocence. As the confrontation goes on, Josh's behavior begins to degenerate: already high-strung and prone to grandiose bragging, he slowly declines further into madness, first into increasingly crazed denials, then vicious insults aimed at his captors, before finally dissolving into deranged, barely-coherent mumbling. Chris departs, saddened, leaving Mike on guard.

  

          "Hello children..." 

 

During this time, Emily is fleeing from the Wendigo, making it back to the lodge, her screams get carried as far as the shack, prompting Mike to investigate - leaving Josh behind in the process. Soon after, the Stranger arrives to explain the true nature of the threat on the mountain, introducing the group to the concept of the Wendigo. Too late, Mike realizes that Josh has been left alone in the Wendigo's hunting ground, prompting Chris - accompanied by the Stranger - to attempt a rescue: however, on reaching the shack, they find it deserted and covered in blood; presuming Josh dead, the two of them leave - only to be ambushed by the Wendigo. The Stranger is instantly decapitated, and Chris is forced to retreat to the lodge. After this, the Wendigo drags an unconscious Josh into the forest. Refusing to wait until dawn to escape and knowing that the cable car won't work without Josh's keys, Mike resolves to find him. Meanwhile, Josh is dragged into the abandoned mines and deposited in the Wendigo's lair.

There, abandoned by his hallucination of Dr Hill, Josh suffers a complete mental breakdown: taunted on all sides by the voices of his psychiatrist, his sisters, his friends, and even himself, he swings wildly between fear, grief and utter despair as his mental health rapidly deteriorates. His hallucinations take a dark turn, confronting him with the animated corpses of his sisters, Hannah encouraging him to join them, Beth blaming him for their deaths.

While hallucinating giant pig's heads, showers of intestines, the skinned bodies of his sisters and giant Wendigos, Josh is finally located by Sam and Mike - the latter of whom is able to bring Josh back to reality by slapping him across the face. Upon realizing that his friends are with him, he willingly hands over the cable car keys. Sam then proceeds to tell Josh about Hannah, and that she had been down in the mines for a long time, something that later on saves Josh's life.

And though Sam is able to climb out of the cavern on her own, Mike clearly recognizes that Josh won't be able to climb in his current condition, and decides to help him find another way out. However while wading through an underground lake, they are ambushed by Wendigo Hannah and Mike is dragged under the water and flung aside while the creature attacks Josh, who noticed the butterfly tattoo on the Wendigo's shoulder, and realized that the creature is actually his sister, Hannah.

He cries out her name and Hannah, apparently recognized her brother and choose to spare his life, but she nonetheless drags her screaming brother Josh back to her lair where he remains alone until the next day.

"I-I'm all alone..."

                                                                                                                                      

 

 

 

Josh is a human, and as such possesses no superhuman powers beside the average strength of a man in his twenties who work outs occasionally.

He does have an incredibly keen intellect, and is able to concoct complicated plots, learn quickly, and solve problems in a heartbeat. He also has a wide knowledge of special and make up effects, and knows how to work electronics. He is shown to be able to create movie quality props and complicated devices like saw traps, holographic imagery and has even realistically pulled off faking his own death.

 

He also has basic medical knowledge and knows how to properly and safely administer sedatives as well as various other medical practices.

 

Josh's father owned multiple firearms so growing up Josh has trained himself to be an expert marksman, rarely missing his target.

 

 

                                                                                                                                     

 

Appearance wise, Josh has short chocolate-brown hair, much like his sisters Hannah and Beth.

He has a caramel complexion and emerald green eyes, and is often thought of as attractive.

 

Josh's interactions with others tend to be humorous, and generally very positive in nature. He cares deeply for his friends and acts as a brotherly figure to Chris, and loves taking the helm, organizing cool events and making sure that everybody has an awesome time, and that no one feels excluded. His dreams of following in his father's footsteps in becoming a film producer make him very knowledgeable about special effects and movie props and as such, he constantly uses phrases and words from movies, indicating that he is a big lover of movies in general. He is a also a charitable person, and isn't stingy about sharing

Josh definitely has a bit of a party-animal streak (honed in his freshman year of college), but his warm and friendly personality will win everybody around in the end. Sadly, however, there are more to be added.

Despite being an extremely extroverted individual, radiating with positivity and happiness, Joshua has another, darker side. 

He was diagnosed with Major Depression Disorder when he was 11 years old and has been taking anti-depressants ever since.

His actual problem however wasn't depression, but Schizophrenia, a brain disorder. Schizophrenia is characterized by a disassociation from reality. Its symptoms are visual and auditory hallucinations, delusions, social withdrawal/paranoia, and disorganized speech.

Josh is extremely unstable at times, and even attempted suicide after the death of his sisters.

                                                                                                                                      

This is where I stray from the original ending of 'Until Dawn', as I felt distressed that there were but two choices for my boy Josh. Either his head is caved in by his wendigo sister, or he's taken away into the mines, where he'll be left alone with nothing but his hunger, eventually resort to cannibalism, and turn into a wendigo himself.

So I felt that Josh deserved a second chance at life.  Because at the end of the day, he is a victim too.

GameTheory explains it best in this video. Please, do watch.

In my mind Josh survives, and THIS is what really happened.

Surviving the horror at Blackwood Mountain, a broken and lamenting Josh returns to 'Oceanview Hospital' after having broken down during police interrogation regarding the 'killer on Blackwood Pines' and during questioning he confesses to everything, telling them that he was in fact 'the killer', and that it had all been an elaborate prank, and that he was sorry for having played said 'prank'. No charges were brought against him, but he was given a court order to undergo psychiatric treatment as well as monthly psychiatric evaluations.

Despite bleeding himself dry of apologies and pointing out his terribly remorse, and despite the fact that both Sam, Chris and Mike, as well as Jessica, all came to visit him at the hospital, he still feels as though his friends will never trust him again, or that he is worthy of their trust even.

Eventually, Joshua was released and prescribed a new set of medicines designed to help his actual problem, schizophrenia.

Plagued with guilt and still haunted by the past he remains more than often locked away inside of his room.

 

 

                                                                                                                                      

 

  • His dream job is to be a film producer.
  • He loves his family, his friends, and hates being bossed around.
  • He is voted most likely to work in the film industry.
  • In ten years, he sees himself having a good time.
  • Josh's favorite quote is by Francis Ford Coppola: "It takes no imagination to live within your means."
  • His highest traits are funny, charitable, and curious.
  • His lowest traits are brave, romantic, and honest.
  • Josh DID experiment during college. Exclusively with Chris, and a lot of alcohol involved. Nuff said. 
  • Josh's family is thoroughly detailed here:
  • Josh's friendships are detailed here

                                                                                                                                      

 

"Five, girl! Yeah!"

  • My character is a frail little human, with little to no real combat experience so I'd ask that you do not permanently maim him.  Beyond that, feel free to beat him to a bloody pulp. He can take it.
  • Please use grammar when engaging in a roleplay with me, as it is very dear to my heart.
  • 21+ Content. There will be gore, drugs, and....thangs.
  •  I won't always be on. I have a full time job and a LOT on my plate at home. So, please, be patient and I will get to you. Promise, bro. If, however, you think I've forgotten, give me a little nudge. I'm only human.
  • Have fun, and remember to ship either JoshxChris, or JoshxSam! It's climbing class vs Jossam!

 

 

"A tiny butterfly flapping it's wings today may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now."

My roleplays has the butterfly effect.

Even the tiniest of action could have catastrophic consequences later on in the storyline.

 

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Just a prank, HAN!CHAPTER II

Just a Prank, HAN! CHAPTER I

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    //All is good friend, do not worry! Haha <3

     

  • “Hey man, what can I say?” With a grin, Nikolas’ arms were held out at his sides briefly in a sarcastic fashion. “I do it all... Some things you just might have to pay me more is all.” A smirk settled on his face up until the bouncer suddenly had his attention. For a man that seemingly could fill the doorway they wanted to enter, he wore a brilliant smile to the sight of Nik. The exchange between the two was shortened when others would come up from behind to enter, the stern demeanor kept up again by the time they had gotten inside and out of the rain that threatened to drop any moment.

    Sound filled the airwaves once they were inside the club. For a building so deceivingly small it seemed to hold a large enough capacity; a few hundred people on a weeknight. The rain didn’t seem to detour people from coming out to the Brooklyn club this time around. The floorboards vibrated with the bass and the movement of the people on the floor alike until he took them closer toward the bar area.

    For the regularly reserved person he was, Nikolas moved around the place with a sense of energy and overall ease at the familiar place. If they were people around? He was content with where he was. The club only amplified it as he found a vacant spot at the bar and glanced at the bottles on display for what he’d be ordering. Nik’s payment was by name alone following the one night he had worked to earn it. On the far end of the spectrum from his accomplice, a gin and tonic was ordered and mixed up shortly after the daiquiri was finished.

    “Yeah, it is. I hope it’ll all work out! I could get used to it.” Nik shouted just above the noise around them, propping an arm on the bar edge. He gave his drink a stir with the short straw stuck into it before raising it a fraction for a haphazard ‘toast’ and taking a drink.

    “Ah… probably nothin’,” Nik answered with a pause when his words on the outside of the club doors were long forgotten. His eyes did a sweep through the silhouettes as another beat was transitioned to through the speakers on the other end of the room. It was Brooklyn; he didn’t expect to find a face he knew so easily

    -/-


    Marius’ eyes were alight to the elder’s laughter, and yet not an ounce of humor was worn on his face. Very seldom was there ever, lest it was twisted by some poor soul’s fate. The body upon the floor was hardly acknowledged beside being a potential mess to avoid as he proceeded into the room. Again, that pale face made no change in expression other than a flinch, even as the Priest doubled over, the vile, viscous fluid resulting dropping onto the floor like a fluid-based shadow. It mixed with the blood that seeped from the corpse that was growing cold.

    Finally, the young man’s nose wrinkled in disgust, just so long as it was out of the elder’s gaze. It wasn’t a sickness, nor disease… but a price. He knew this, the cost of using what was not rightfully one’s own and to great lengths, at that. In the end, a fool would pay a fool’s cost. It was simply a matter of when.

    Yet, admittedly… he had never seen it take form like this. Light blue hues rounded as they widened to the sight; it was not over. His nose wrinkled further, a breath stopped in his chest as he held it from then on. His eyes darted to Devan when he cried out, and rightfully so. Marius’ stare returned to the sight of something creeping up the man’s throat in a violent escape.

    A sickening sound was heard by the time the object hit the ground. As the Lord righted himself, his gaze followed the moving creature with a subtle twitch to the corner of his mouth in detest… as well as a touch of that cynical ‘humor’ that came and went like a ghost on his face. It was gone by the time he would look up.

    The man’s expression quieted to the bitter assumption of the dying man in his throne. His gaze softened in a manner that was almost distraught over the notion… but no. He didn’t particularly revel in being seen through. It wouldn’t matter now… the task was given to the duo whether they wished the other was there or not. Following the rage that came from the Red Priest’s ragged breaths, Marius bowed his head once more in departure. “Yes My Lord,” He responded promptly with a sweetened edge to his tone. The sorcerer then turned. Down the hallway both would be sent.

    “It will not be much longer. Now, will it?” Marius spoke brusquely, his tone oddly calm. Those quiet words echoed privately within the tunnel that both had been sent from. A side glance went to the other man- Devon, was it? A name, a chess piece… one he knew little about, other than his existence. He had all the more reason now to change that.

  • For a brief moment, like the ones of when she was a child again, she was facing every face that once looked at her and sighed like that with thimble fingers rubbing down their face. Upset at a little one's words who were fierce and snappy because dammit, little Alicenne was an angry little girl. She could be set off at any second. She could want pain thrust upon anyone for no reason. Here, now, in this seat, she was facing Payton again, a woman who closely resembled Mrs. Washington here, her same expression. The one looking upon a person as though they were trouble.

    Alice was trouble.

    But that boy was in trouble and she needed his help.

    There was that lingering but that made Alice's lip twitch in distress. She was about to open her own mouth when the sight of Josh, dark and looming, came in through the door with a guilty entrance and he charged his way to the table again.

    Alice's dark eyes snapped to the mouthy chub of a boy in the corner with his phone. She would deal with him later. Right now this was a key point to get Josh to trust here. Mother be damned. She rose up when Melinda did, and grasped the woman by the arm. It wasn't hard, it wasn't sharp, but enough to get her to look at Alice like a reason and not a problem. "If ya keep lookin' an' treatin' him like he has horrors that's all people are gonna see of 'im. Ya need ta let the boy live his life, an' stop bein' scared to hold him back from what could be. No one learns nothin' bein' trapped them whole life." Alice released the woman and stepped back to allow her to leave. 

    While her next words were meant for Melinda, she was speaking them to Josh when he lingered. "Take it from someone who's had ta fight me own demons. I'll be seein' ya, Josh." A promise. A damned promise.

     

    The dust began to settle after that. And later she tossed her ice cream and followed a certain chubby fuck out of the ice cream shop he was pinned to a wall and his phone snatched cleaned of the video, then promptly thrown into the ground and a $100 shoved into his hand with a silly sweet phrase leaving the Huntress' lips soon after. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Be a dick an' you'll get yers crushed. Have a good day." 

    From there she left went back to her hotel, then waited for the days to pass by before she was walking through the doors of the group session again like any other normal day. Hopefully, Josh would also be joining this time as well.

  • This is the first Zach has seen Matt speak seriously about his relationship with Emily. In the beginning, it had been puppy-love and things weren't much deeper than that - but it seems things have changed a lot since the last time they spoke. It reminds Zach that it has been a while since he's seen any of his friends and just how much things can change within that period of time. As for himself, he feels more or less the very same. However, the energy up the mountain is so much different now with their most recent memories of this place being the incident. 

    He shouldn't think about that now.

    Zach's gloved hand falls onto Matt's shoulder encouragingly; he sure does hope that his advice won't make things worse. Worst case scenario: Matt blames Zach for a fall out with his girlfriend. The thought makes him tense up further than he already had been from the unbearable cold. Shuddering, Zach's hand slides off Matt's shoulder and the young man throws his head back as he releases a whine, "Ugggghhhh, I'm freezing!" Hopping from one foot to the next, Zach attempts to use movement to help warm his body. 

    "Just looking at you two is making me colder," says Ashley who has been hovering nearby.

    "Are you telling me you're not-" Zach halts mid-sentence. Off in the distance, his eyes catch movement within the snow and between the trees. A shadowy figure moves with lightning speed - limbs elongated and uncomfortable thin for the size of its body. At first, Zach wonders if he is looking at Alex from a distance, but looking at Alex is like looking at a physical manifestation of static. This thing, however, whatever it is, is very much solid and real. Zach's stomach drops - a fear unlike anything he's experienced pierces him at his core. He's seeing things. For a second, he could have sworn it looked right back at him before vanishing again.

    "You okay there bud?" 

    Although Zach clearly hears Josh's voice, he is too focused on searching for the shadow he lost in the distance.

    "Earth to Zachary?" Ashley calls, bringing back Zach's attention to her hands waving near his face. She looks concerned, but he simply smiles back and brushes it off with a cheerful laugh. "Sorry," he says, "I thought I saw something, it must have been a deer." There was no way in Hell that was a deer. Am I going crazy? Another boyish grin is flashed toward Josh belatedly, "I forgot things still live out here in the cold, it spooked me for a second."

    A noise coming from the front door catches Zach's attention and as he turns he sees Chris through the window hunched over the door handle from the inside. A few moments later and the front door swings open revealing a rather proud Chris who exits with his hands out at either side of himself. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week -" says Chris, cut off by a baby wolf bolting by him and frightening Chris. Zach laughs along with Sam and Ashley.

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    Zach shakes his head mid-conversation with Matt, sending snowflakes flying off his hair in all sorts of directions. He huddles himself up by wrapping his arms around his torso while he glances off to watch Josh and Chris search for another way inside. One breif look around the group lets him know he's not the only one keen to get out of the snow as soon as possible. Zach nods at Ashley who is nearby on the step, getting her attention before he speaks, "no matter how many times I come up here I can never get used to the cold."

    "No kidding," she replies, exhaling a cloud of her own breath, "my toes are freezing!"

    She shoots a look of concern over to Matt who is wearing a troubled expression despite Zach's attempt to cheer him up. The redhead follows her gaze and peers at his friend once more. He's not sure if it would do any good to continue on prying, but it doesn't matter because Matt is opening up all on his own. Zach breathes in slowly as he listens to Matt speak, then, without warning, he throws a strong arm over the other male's shoulder and pulls him into his side in a kind of bromance hug. "I know what you mean, man," he says sympathetically, "maybe if you try being honest and ask her about things you can work it out?" While he cannot confirm his advice will turn out for the good, Zach really hopes it does for his own sake.

    ....

     

    [Sorry, it's short! There wasn't a whole lot I could do without skipping some stuff and I didn't want to skip without knowing if you wanted to leave some parts in.]

  • Sensing he’d just better leave it be, Nik did just that. He was content enough with the happiness of the other’s reaction and the imagery of the happier story it could’ve been. A hint of sadness was enough to let it go for the time being; they weren’t drinking to be depressed after all, were they? It didn’t matter- they were heading out. They had bigger things to do and more exciting locations to be than his place.

    Nikolas stepped out the door with relative ease despite what had happened when night rolled around the day before. Whether he knew something that Josh didn’t, or was simply that unconcerned by it all. Out the door they went, heading down the hallway with care to not disturb whoever was likely asleep… or bumping into the walls on their way down, falling down the stairs? Who knew. The dark greeted them just as soon as they had exited the apartment complex’ final doors. The air outside was chilled but manageable enough seeing that they wouldn’t be walking for far. It was a matter of heading over to the next street or so and flagging down a cab at the same stretch of road that Nik was used to.

    Once he had flagged one down, the procedure was all the same. Slide in, holler your destination, and sit back. Music hummed lowly on the radio as they were moving, Nikolas’ eyes out the window. Being a smoker himself at times, the interior wouldn’t bother him, nor would he expect anything less. The city could only keep so much under control with the population they had. Better to expect surprises and hope for the best, than to be surprised in the first place.

    After they’d gotten out, it was the short couple blocks where they might feel the bass coming from inside the building. The line was moving along at a casual pace, pausing only for chit chat with the bouncer when the door would open. It seemed with every passing occupant, there were no surprises on whether they would get in or not. As they waited, Nik propped a shoulder against the wall and glanced back to Josh.

    “I worked at…” The toe of his shoe tapped once or twice as he thought. “I worked at a pizza place for a little while. Till I got tired of it. But anything money-wise, any assistance, it would’ve stopped if I weren’t working within a few months or so. I’ve been working at the record shop since, but I might be getting a gig to DJ on the weekends. I don’t know yet.” He shrugged. “College was… the idea. Not all ideas work out though. What were you-”

    The question was cut short when there was laughter from the man guarding the door. Standing at a demanding 6’6”, the African American man was waiting by the door for the two to approach. Decked out in street clothes that looked as if they hadn’t truly seen a street for longer than a day, there was no questioning whether the club was surviving or not.

    “Nikki! What’re you doin’ out here? Playing again tonight?”

    “Nah… we’re just coming in for the night. Are you guys still good for-”

    Cut off again, the man gave a deep-chested laugh and the door swung open for them. “Yeeeea, we’re still good for it. Go on.”

    Nikolas cracked a grin and offered thanks before he’d usher Josh in first, following after. Once they had entered, music blared from the opposite end of the room. A short hallway opened up to what was a standing bar, fully stocked down to the charismatic bartender that was going from one end to the other. Lights above covered the space in a red glow. There still remained a few spaces left open. Most heads were turned toward what else the surprisingly large space held. The vibrations from the music could be felt through the floorboards practically as a DJ behind the mixing booth was playing that was in rhythm to make one’s heart race along with it. Along the outside of the space were open booths for seating, a thin rail separating them from the dance floor where through strobing lights, people were moving regardless of how close they were to their neighbors.

    Familiar enough with the setting, he tapped Josh’s arm and then made his way over toward the bar to find an open space. A drink was in order before anything else.

    -/-

    The nature of his business in such a place was merely that. Business. Fools spoke of loyalty when one could question whether their lives were put into it, or not… no matter. Whoever was on the receiving end of the Lord’s outcry down the tunnel’s path would be giving their life whether they held true loyalty or not. ‘Failure’ was as sharp of a word as the actual act could be on one’s record. From the dark, the man had paused his steps after the sound rung out from deep down the murky, underground corridor.

    His steps proceeded with near silence, taking his sweet time as the man listened to the pleading. It ended with a sudden splitting sound through the air as the firing of a gun was inevitable as the man’s begging picked up its pace near the end. For a moment after the sound echoed off, Marius’ footsteps halted in consideration of what lies ahead.

    A wicked smile twisted its way across his lips for just a fleeting moment. His thoughts were shaken aside with a continuation of his apathetic gaze. His footsteps carried on thereafter. The closer he grew to the end of the corridor, he heard the coughs strangled out of the old man’s throat. In time, he let his footsteps grow louder, deliberate. No need in adding shock a space already filled with tension.

    “My Lord…” The man’s tone was made soothing as he appeared around the corner. Clad in black so to match his surroundings, his hands were settled into the pockets of a trench coat that overtook most of his form. Dark locks were swept to the side and out of his face. His hands left his pockets as pensive brown hues studied the scene, taking care to the figure upon the ground and the blood that was traveling from its source. The man seemed worse for wear himself as Devan still hovered yet from aiding. “Are you alright?” He questioned with concern clear in his tone. A glance flickered to Devan carefully.

  • Boyscout no more, …not that he hadn’t been using his resources as of late. Whatever visualization the other had taken of the younger version, it was bound to hold something similar to the memories in Nikolas’ own head. The memories were safe ones, anyway. Something he could look back to where it wouldn’t send him thinking any deeper on his childhood. An exhale left his lips and another drink was taken. Slowed to a state of ease where he sat, his eyes shifted to the phone’s screen and the matter at hand.

    Taking what he could from the photo, summing it up in those simple words, Josh’s own eyes seemed to flash different emotions as they went from one photo to the next until it had suddenly been found. Whether Nik knew much about it for himself or not, it brought a smile to the corner of his mouth for the other.

    “Better to live a rom-com than to watch one I guess, or somethin’ like that.” Again. What the hell did he know, anyway? The phone retreated and he was left to remember from there on. As he posed the question, he let it set in the open air until it was destined to either be answered or shut down.

    “That was…” Filling part of the silence caused by Josh’s pause, his eyes were on the ceiling. “What. Nine years? Ten?” Hastily doing the math, Nik’s brain was in no position to go double checking it. The fact of the matter was, it was quite a while. Longer than he knew a lot of people anymore in general. He took a drink as he waited for the other to continue on with it.

    “So you weren’t even interested at first?” He quirked a brow. Moving on from it, a grin was cracked at the corner of his mouth. “Better a little weird than normal I guess.” If only the story had stopped there; he’d come to know soon that it wouldn’t.

    The grin sobered up as he spoke of the back-and-forth ordeal it turned out to be. By the end, waiting for where it all shook out, he took one last drink to empty his glass and set it down. “Better than nothing I guess… if she’s cool enough to be around then there’s that. Never know, you might have a chance again sometime.” It was all he could say, or so Nik thought, moving onto their next plans in mind.

    With an exhale he stood up after the other, leaving the couch vacant for whatever next adventure might come. The cups were abandoned for where they’d likely sit until the next morning, the remote reached for lazily in order to turn the TV off. Nikolas pulled a jacket off the back of the recliner in the room and tossed it over his shoulders hastily. A snicker followed. “Better hurry,” He agreed. Soon enough they were out the door and club-bound as soon as they’d leave the building.

    -/-

    Once more Nik parked himself in the back of a taxi, far less concerned of the vehicle’s shape nor the cigarette hanging from their driver’s mouth, front window cracked to cause a chill in the back seat. Another few blocks to go, and he had alerted the man of just where they needed to be dropped off. “Just off Manhattan Ave somewhere. Soon as you can.” A wallet was pulled out soon after in wait.

    The cab stopped in what were now the streets of Brooklyn. Once they had been ushered out, Nikolas’ eyes did a sweep before they landed on a line of businesses… then he started walking. Hulling his hands into his jacket pockets (still about the only thing in his wardrobe that was actually his), he would lead Josh blindly down a couple blocks until he was happy with the one they had landed on.

    "About there, not much further." So he promised, and they'd receive. A short stretch of the block without a sign stood out midst the businesses around it. Black panels ‘decorated’ the outside, a bizarre, worn down mural of a set of eyes among them, peering out at the viewers alongside the unmarked front door they seemed to guard. While there was no sign to be seen, the humming of the music could be heard faintly from the exterior. A short line of people were still lingering in wait for entry; soon enough they would join it. “The place is called Good Room… I can get us in. My boss lady tossed me a gig from ‘em, I manned the music a while back, is all.” Nik shrugged and leaned against the outer wall. “They still have my name on the list, 'said come back anytime.”

  •  

               It was a given that Mr. and Mrs. Washington would arrive here at some point, for their son.  It wasn’t a matter of if, yet when as a call or two had been made to his parents.  Of course, they’d want answers, they’d want to speak to someone, right.  If it be to someone in charge, as in above her, or just someone like her, and her ranking, it wasn’t known, yet it would be found out, in time.  The options were; Speak to someone above her, and where they could tell his parents anything, and perhaps feed them lies, if they were trying to protect themselves only, but not Joshua.  Or, it would be to speak to her, someone who was with him from the beginning, and who would give them the truth, rather than anything else.  However, even if she would tell them the truth, certain things now, could not be mentioned for sensitive reasons, whether it be in terms of the case/investigation at hand, or whether it be at request from Joshua himself.  That there and there, she implies loosely about the diary that she had within her grasps, though the one she would not bring to light, because he asked her not to.

    ⊹    ⊹    ⊹    ⊹

     

               While watching Joshua, and after having heard his question, that very good question he had posed, she continued to watch him somewhat, while thinking on how to respond in return.  Throughout that moment of silence, for one reason, or another, there was protective, guardian-like, almost nurturing vibe rolling off in waves somewhat from herself to Joshua.  Less so for now, of course, but in time, that feeling of protectiveness might grow.  The protectiveness of sorts that an older sister provided for their younger brother, no questions asked, that is what it would be eventually, perhaps.  Meaning, that she would be there for him as a guardian of sorts, a protector, someone to help him through this as well, and while she would not take the place of his mother, or his sisters, that is perhaps where it would be at.  If Joshua would see her that way though, as in look up to her as his protector or sorts, or just someone to have his back, it wasn’t known, but time would eventually reveal that.

               It wasn’t that feeling, or train of thought however that she dwelled upon, but rather Joshua’s newly posed question.  Soft shade of green-hazel hues rested upon him all the while however, or his features more importantly, just to see if a certain expression, or whatnot accompanied those questions.  Yet, to her, or in that moment she looked his way, it seemed it did not.  So, she looked elsewhere, before looking back at him, while beginning her response.  “You don’t beat yourself up over it.  You don’t blame yourself.  Believe me, when you start to do that, when you reflect on what should have been, and to then what is, it doesn’t help, at all.  It won't help you here and now, and I just want you to find some light or something at the end of this.  Please let me think on that some more, and I promise I’ll give you a better answer soon, very soon.  For now, that is what I will say to you, and leave it there…. We can pick this up tomorrow again.  And remember, this question here, if you need to, we can start from here, first thing in the morning.”  The detective wasn't dismissing him, or his question, and for now, she had responded that to him, perhaps given him something to think about.  She knew what it was like to do this to oneself, to think too much, to question things, and she just didn't want Joshua to do this to himself, that was all.  Come tomorrow though (considering today might have been along enough one for him already), they could pick it up again, and start from here, start from that very question, if Joshua wanted to hear more in response, that was.

               From that moment, Catherine waited on Joshua’s response.  Or if not, they both waited on someone else to break the silence, that was in the off-chance any visitors had arrived, say for Joshua, or for her.

     

  • Balls of steel.

    It doesn't feel like it most of the time. Being afraid of his own father is a feeling Zach never quite learned how to shake off. While he might have developed a slightly rebellious attitude toward his strict parents, Zach will never forget what it means to live in a home where he does not feel safe or comfortable. That's not balls of steel, he thinks. Him being here is a desperate attempt to pretend his life is any bit as normal. But that's why they are all here - for a chance at feeling normal again.

    Zach's nose scrunches into a scowl of disapproval toward Josh, complete in playfulness. "I don't know what you and Chris get up to but that's not up mine nor Matt's alley," he jests, puffing out his chest as if to further solidify his heterosexuality. Coming from behind Zach's manly display is a gentle scoff from Sam accompanied by the crunching sound of snow beneath her feet. "Such machoness," she jokingly praises Zach who beams a bright smile at her in return. The redhead twists to pat Josh on the shoulder with firmness before he approaches Matt.

    Standing near the snowy steps that lead to the front of the house, Matt gives a greeting smile to Zach and says, "hey man, long time no see."

    "Tell me about it, isn't it weird going from hanging out every day to hardly seeing each other?"

    "That's life, I guess.."

    "Yo, man.. you okay? What's up with you and Em? I haven't heard much since you mentioned this and that. You guys a thing?" Zach asks.

    "Define 'a thing'," Matt replies.

    "Like.. are you guys together, together?"

    "I mean.. it's a 'thin', but I'm not really sure what it is."

    Feeling some tension from the subject at hand, Zach props a foot up on the step and excitedly launches into an animated conversation about his most recent football game. Judging from the way the conversation goes on between them, it must have been one Hell of a game. Zach's arms are going up and his voice is growing louder, eventually, he gets a smile or two out of a bummed-out looking Matt.

  • “That bites. Seriously...” Nikolas commented to the fate of the lodge. “I used to go skiing once a year or so when I was younger. Boy scouts, we took a trip out to Colorado.” He shrugged along after Josh had done the same to dismiss it. Was he counting the real estate the family had, at that point in time? Another heavy swig of his drink easily said otherwise. All he could do was marvel at it when New York was as well off as he knew anyway.

    Settling back into his seat, the topic of spouses passed Nikolas by just as easily as the ski lodge might have for Josh. It was a question better turned around; maybe the other actually had a valid answer, anyway. One hand resided on his cup, the other tapping its fingertips on the couch arm to some rhythm as he glanced back to Josh.

    Watching the other’s expression change, Nikolas hid a grin to the look that was shot back. It spoke volumes on its own, with more likely to come. He waited patiently for whatever shot-worthy response the man had, drinking on his own in the meanwhile.

    It’s complicated. So maybe he hadn’t expected those words out of the other. A guy like Josh? The gears in his head were turning, lips pursing as he waited. Slumping further in his seat, the alcohol had taken its hold with ease, even so early in the night. “Wanted to..? Does that mean she isn’t yet or she might not be?” Nik’s head cocked to one side. He watched the other’s hands dive into his pocket to retrieve whatever evidence there was. His eyes followed whatever film was on TV for the time being while the other dug through the photo galleries… at the top of the list, the medallion from their Subway run earlier.

    The phone was thrust his way and his attention was soon to follow the lit up screen from the corner of his eye. The photo was pulled up on the phone, left to study the face that showed up on it. After about a half second, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The backseat drive photo was worthy of a story put to it but shared only a brief second for his eyes to see. His gaze flickered from Josh and the girl’s image once or twice as he compared.

    “She’s… beautiful. Man, seriously.” He deduced. His cup was set down to pour another, whether it had a splash left or not. “So what’s stopping her from being The One, then? How’d you two end up getting to know each other?” Question one and two of what could be a handful as Nik picked at the subject. His drink was poured and he sat back in his seat after.

    When Josh next spoke he settled on the larger screen in the room to keep him occupied. Quiet for the most part, he took in the facts on the movie and things he wouldn’t have noticed prior. A chuckle or two was given in regard to the cast of actors and actresses the other tossed around, throwing back questions about one or the other.

    When he felt the drinks coming quicker than need be, he settled on the one he had for some time. Taking a sip now and then, he cast a look to Josh when he sat up and furrowed his brow. Raising the cup to his lips, the statement about their lovely acquaintance from the night before all but made him spit it out; Nikolas coughed and covered his mouth to avoid it, snickering just as soon as he caught his breath from it.

    “-Yeah..? Well if she is, ask her for a lap dance and I’ll buy your next drink. Sound fair?” He offered a toothy grin to the notion, pulling his phone out of his pocket afterward to check the time. “We can head out anytime. Just say when, I’ve gotta place that comes to mind.”

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