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Marcus was a priest. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. He was a priest once. Things happened, things he chose not to think about, and now he was something else. Still a priest in his own eyes, at least in some ways, Marcus spent his time doing something a little extra.
The gay thing wasn’t new, and it had nothing to do with the excommunication from the church. It was just something he wasn’t extraordinarily… comfortable with. Years in a catholic orphanage for boys would beat that sort of thinking into you.
But things were slow and times were different now, and in order to cure his loneliness, he found a website. Then he sent a message.
He had no idea what he was expecting.
Marcus: i’m at one of the benches in the back, where should i meet you?
Jack’s eyes skittered across the plaza, eyes falling on a fountain that-- surprisingly-- hadn’t frozen yet in cold weather. He shrugged, slowly ambling towards it as he typed out his response.
Jack: By the fountain. Jack: I’m wearing a blue parka, with a fur trim. Jack: Also, I’m really cute. Reeeeally hard to miss. :)
He shifted from foot to foot, shivering in the frigid air as he admired the vibrant orange Air Jordan Retros he was sporting that evening. His eyes darted up at the sound of foot steps, a couple meandering by, the second set belonged to a gaggle of girls tossing pennies into fountain, Jack’s eyes darted up and met each and every passerby with a smile.
“Hey, handsome.” The younger male chirped, straightening up as a man approached. “Mark, right?”
As a kid, he used to have everything he ever wanted. All he ever had to do was ask, and if one parent wouldn’t get it for him the other surely would. But a lot of things changed since then, especially when you’re the only son of a very conservative and very politically active family. They didn’t want anything to do with him now that he was out and proud, leaving Jack to find a way to fend for himself.
Jobs with the least amount of thinking were the best, but they often didn’t pay well. He worked as a barista at a small local coffee shop most days, and at night-- or really whenever his clients wanted him-- he rented himself out for some fun. Usually old men who’ve either hadn’t had any in a long, long time, or guys who’ve simply haven’t ever had any-- at least not from men.
Tonight’s client could be either of those two. Jack popped a lollipop into his mouth and lazily waving the driver off as he shut the door behind him. Tossing the cherry red wrapper into a nearby bin, the young brunet scanned the plaza for his client before reaching for his phone.
Jack: Hey, babe. I’m here. :) Jack: Where you at?
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Wesley Kemp • 35 • Pet Detective
Open Plotting • Heterosexual • Multiverse • Multiship
Biography
Wesley Kemp was seven when things began to turn strange. He was always an intuitive boy, with a vast imagination, and brain like a sponge, but this eerie ability to know how things worked and what had happened was mostly focused on animals and his toys before then. When his abilities began to strengthen, his popularity amongst his school’s population (both teacher and student body alike) plummeted to an all-time low.
After a set of beatings, the gifted boy realised that people didn’t like it when other’s knew what they were up to, and what they had done, and began keeping things to himself. He kept everything to himself, such as the time, at the age of fourteen, when he figured out his parents were unhappily married; or seven months later, he figured out his father was cheating on his mother; and three months later when he saw the moment his mother realised what her husband was up to. Wes knew from the very moment he discovered their unhappiness, which would all end in divorce– a bitter and ugly divorce. He was right in the end, and he hated it.
By the time he graduated high school, he hated people. Absolutely hated them. Greta Jefferson, the sweet little old lady who always volunteered at the animal shelter on weekends? Well that old bitch was poisoning stray animals in her own neighborhood. Devin Daniels, a disabled Iraq war veteran, turned out to not to be war veteran at all, in fact he’s not even disabled. Josie Gallagher, a champion for domestic abuse victims, nearly killed her husband for looking at a female TV character with as she put it ‘those bedroom eyes’. Yes, Wes hated people. They were all dicks, even the ‘nice’ ones.
So, when it came to college, he decided to go into a major with as little human interaction as possible: software engineering. It was a nightmare, a terrible, terrible nightmare, all because his powers decided to evolve to full visualizations. Overwhelmed, Wes began neglecting his classes and started tracking down missing pets for a small fee. His services grew in popularity, and Wes was taking up enough cases to afford drop out of school, and live in a cheap apartment in shittiest side of town.
Wesley Kemp, Pet Detective. That’s what he’s been for fifteen years now. It doesn’t pay well, but his interactions with people is minimal, and he also gets to save animals from the all the Greta Jeffersons in the world, and send a few sickos to the slammer before they can hurt anyone or anything else. It’s not bad, and he’s almost content with his life.
Personality
Wesley is a quiet, brooding man. He typically keeps to himself out of fear of rejection, as many find his ability to analyze and deduce the motives and actions of those around him to be unnerving. Unfortunately, his ability doesn’t often work with anything linked to himself, so he’s often oblivious to matters concerning himself.
He often zones out, moments where his mind fixates on certain things until he’s either figured out the problem, or he’s been forcibly snapped out of it. His general lack of confidants leaves him only with his work, and he’ll often run on days with little or no sleep. His ability stresses him out, and he often takes to smoke or drinking to relax or calm himself down.
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Jackson “Jack” Roth • 17 • High School Stoner
Selective Plotting • Pansexual • Multiverse • Selective Multiship
Biography
Having been born to the Governor of Arkansas, and a wealthy southern socialite, the south was all Jack ever knew. His parents weren’t around much, often attending some political or social event, and when he did see them all they could ever talk about was politics. Little Jack was starving for his parents attention, going to great feats to gain the smallest of compliments. But no matter his achievements, Mr. and Mrs. Roth never lingered long enough for the boy. Then, as middle school came around, young Jack finally gave up on them, seeking out the attention he so needed from other places.
In 7th grade, Jack met James, a tall raven haired boy whose family recently moved into town from Oregon. There was a dangerous air about the boy, who frankly seemed to not give a damn about anyone or anything, purposefully defying teachers and staff’s requests. There was something about him that made Jack want to befriend him, sitting with the boy when he could and volunteering to be in partner in class the moment their teacher announced a group assignment.
The two became close, and soon Jack too was finding himself in situations that warranted him detentions, suspensions, and the occasional arrest. The other boy opened his mind to an entirely new world filled. They experimented in drugs together, explored their sexuality together, and even tattoo each other. Jack was happy, he’d never been this close to someone else in his life before, and he honestly couldn’t imagine life without James. His parents unfortunately could.
The conservative, god fearing couple greatly disapproved of the other boy, and his influence over their son. They tried a restraining order, sending their son to rehab, prayer sessions, changed schools, and they even sent him to a psychiatrist, but the two always found a way to see one another. At the end of his wits, Governor Roth couldn’t have his opponents finding out about his son’s far from conservative views and behaviors, so he sent his only son to a faraway boarding school, hoping that the distance and new environment would straighten his son out.
But the Governor underestimated James and his loyalty to his son. The cunning, manipulative teen had discovered where Jack had been shipped off to, and even convinced his own parents to send him there as well. There the two brew up a storm of trouble, blazing through roommate after roommate, hoping the administration would finally give up and allow the boys to share a room together. After months of chasing off countless other students, Jack and James were finally roomed together, and remained that way for a semester, before one of their little pranks had them forced apart once again.
Additional Information
Jack’s birthday is June 12th.
He has a variety of tattoos, most of which have been done by James.
He also has a few lip, nose, tongue, and ear piercings.
James and Jack are the best of friends; though they sexually experimented a lot with one another early on, their relationship now is borderline familial, and strictly platonic.
Jack loves cartoons and musicals, especially Disney movies.
Jack is almost always high.
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Apartment AU’s
“I’m trying to make macaroni but I’ve burnt 3 pans and set off the fire alarm and I heard the lady above us say you were a chef please help” AU
“I know we just met yesterday but the landlord is coming over and I have 2 cats please hang out with them for a few hours” AU
“I bought too many popsicles at the store do you want some?” AU
“We both got kicked out because our roommates are having sex so now we’re playing poker and talking about gardening” AU
“I’ve been in love with you since you first moved in and I finally built up the courage to knock on your door but when you answered you had just woken up and didn’t have a shirt on so I ran away” AU
“I locked myself out of my apartment so I have to climb out your window and onto my balcony” AU
“I made too much food wanna come in and help me out oh who set up a table with candles and wine thats weird” AU
“You’re drunk and walked into the wrong apartment and fell asleep on my couch oh god you’re going to be so confused in the morning” AU
“I’m at work and my son needs to be picked up from school do you mind?” AU
“Okay well it turns out you’re really good with kids and my son has started calling you daddy and insists we move in so ‘we can be a real family’” AU
“We met at a cafe and started flirting but when I left you started following me and I got creeped out and called you a stalker but it turns out you just live in the same building this is so awkward” AU
“Your laundry got mixed up with mine somehow and now we’re sitting in silence sorting underwear” AU
“I barely know you but my boyfriend just broke up with me and you heard me crying so you brought over ice cream and movies” AU
“Our dogs whine whenever they’re apart so we spend pretty much every day together” AU
“I walked in on your ex yelling at you so you grabbed me and kissed me so she’d go away and I’m kind of freaked out I literally just met you last week” AU
I love Apartment AU’s ;-;
bishop-and-crew:
“Sure,” he said with another flip of the page. “Take your pick. Also, what you did or who you were doesn’t matter in here. You might want to find someone to fill in the rest of the blanks for you.”
“It does matter,” the teen leaned further over the edge of his bed to scowl at the man. “I’m trying to figure out what kind of inmate you are because I would really prefer not to be stuck in a cell with a crazy person who is going to murder me in my sleep because I looked at him funny.” He paused, realizing he just snapped at his cellmate, a man he knew nothing about. “Sorry, they took me off my meds... I can get really irritable without them.”

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Bellamy’s brow lifted as he flipped the page of his book, attempting to appear disinterested while he ran the millions of ways this could turn out in his head. After a second, he cleared his throat. “Mr. MacNamara,” he said, voice curt. “That’s what you’ll address me as.”
That was a funny sounding name. “Were you a teacher at some point?” Edric asked, watching the man intently, attempting to flesh out the guy’s temperament. “Or an accountant? You seem like an accountant.” Or someone who felt like they were more important than they actually were. “I’m a scientist-slash-engineer. Got nabbed for drug manufacturing and uh, operating a biomedical experiment without proper licensing.”
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“Hm?” Robert spun around on his heels, peering down at the writhing, grunting male as though he were noticing the man for the first time. “Oh, Peter!” A small smile of amusement crept across his lips as he turned his sights back to his sister. “That is Peter. He has... been attempting to court Maddy but the idiot can’t seem to take no for an answer.” He informed her, his smile thinning every so slightly. He was stretching the truth.
He knew what she had meant by her question-- why on Earth was he doing THIS in HER home but if there was anything Robert loved more than a good murder, it was driving Claudia up a wall. The ex-SEAL’s gaze dropped to the knife in his sister’s hand a single brow rising in curiosity as he reached for it. “Why, Claudia is this for me? You can be so cute sometimes.” While his left hand had reached for the knife (a distraction Claudia would hopefully fall for), the other had gone straight for the murderess’ cheek, giving it a good hard pinch. “I was only going to scare the kid but-- well-- he has seen your face. Complicates everything.”
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bishop-and-crew:
Oh, this was absolutely not going to work. What was the point of controlling nearly an entire prison if his wishes weren’t met? Why bother bribing and threatening countless guards so his cell remained constantly empty, if in the end they still had to put someone in his cell anyway?
Especially a runt like this one.
Bellamy looked the other over for a long moment before deciding that there were worse things, he supposed, but he was for sure going to have to tell some of his outside people to start waving guns around again, just so no one forgot their exact place here. See, if Bellamy MacNamara was going to spend the rest of his life behind bars, it was going to be done his way.
“Hello,” he said with a curt nod before taking his place in the bottom bunk. “Who’re you?”
Edric’s eyes followed the inmate to his bed, tension leaving his shoulders as the man claimed the bottom bunk. Well, at least that took out all the guess work and the awkward questions. “Edric Wescott. New inmate and... your new cellmate?” The teen flashed the man a small awkward smile, shifting the small stack of necessities against his chest as he began climbing the metal ladder to the top bunk. He set his things down as soon as he reached the top, peering down over the side to the older males feet. "What about you, mister? You got a name?"
Holy shit he was going to prison.
Holy shit he was going to prison.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He was going to fucking prison.
Well, not going, he was already there.
Finger printed, photographed, strip searched, freshly shaved, and forced to sit through quite possibly the most terrifying orientation video he’s ever seen his entire life, Edric was still in denial of what was happening to him. He held the necessities given to him close to his chest as he was walked down the rowdy cell block to his cell. The guard pushed him into the small white room, fitted with bunk beds on one side an a small sink and toilet on the other.
It was abysmal. Edric turned, hoping to ask the guard if he could call his lawyer but the stern older blond was gone, and a rather tall inmate was in his place. “Uh,” the teen swallowed hard, his gaze flickering back to the cell, his shoulders tensing at the sight of the guy. “H-hi.”
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Gunner was slightly amused, “Listen it’s what the people want, that and salmon cucumber bites.” He rested his elbow on the desk front, chin in hand, “I know it does..” pointing his pencil in the kid’s direction, even adding a little ‘pew’ sound, “– That’s the point, my man. Don’t think raves are really my scene.”
He sat back in his chair with a laugh, “You’re callin’ me weird? You’re a raver. You guys wear ballon hats and glow in the dark and god knows what else.”
“Salmon cucumber bites?!” Edric choked on air, a fit of coughs following shortly after. “Oh, wow. Yeah, raves are really not your scene.”
The teen held his bag of twizzlers close to his chest, looking mildly offended. “Ok, I think you’re thinking of furry hats? And well, they only make up a small portion of ravers-- everyone thinks those guys are weird. Not all raves have those types of folks either, you know.”
A long sigh tumbled out from Edric’s lips. “It’s okay, though, I wasn’t a huge fan of them either when I first started going to them.”
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