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"I'm hungry."

"I know you're hungry. We have a schedule to stick to."

"No, Gus, you don't understand. I'm really freaking hungry."

"Well, you ain't eatin' 'till the group does."

"Well, Victor always lets me eat when I wanted to."

"Yeah? And your manager's dead isn't he?"

There were times Gustavo Acosta debated whether or not he should have taken Aveline Donnelly under his wing. Rarely there were times she had made his efforts worth it. But then his memory came back to when he found her starving in that run down building, her manager desperately searching for something to split between the two. There was pity, but he did not want the responsibility of taking care of two more mouths. He could have robbed them but there was doubt they had anything worth of value. Yet, he saw his sister in her eyes. In her entitled and useless eyes.

"I thought you said traveling in big groups was a bad idea, Gus."

She was simply teasing Gustavo for changing his mind. Aveline knew how set in his ways the man was, and how hard it was for Gustavo to admit when he was wrong. Were it not for Aveline being so insistent on traveling with this horde of people, the two of them would have continued traveling with just themselves. To her, there were no downsides. So many of these people probably seen her work on television! It was exciting! So many fans! But Gus did not let her talk about her status as the (likely) only living celebrity left in the United States. He says "they don't give two shits whether or not you were on some television show". Which, may she add, was absolutely rude.

"Yeah, a big group is a bad idea. But there's doctors, builders, useful people in this group. So we stay with them as long as they're useful. And in turn, we make ourselves useful."

"Is that why you always make me come along with you?"

"Pack mules are useful."

"That was rude."


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Forgive my inattentiveness, is it Tuesday or Wednesday story wise?
@Lovely Complex I'm down for continuing.
@SgtEasy Whoops, sorry about that dude. Thought it was two random guys. I appreciate you going with it, I have a tough time keeping track of what is going on.
Isaac Michael Woods

Location: El Jefe Beach House
Spoken To: @Avanhelsing (Nathan Wagner) | @Fabricant451 (Min-seo)




In all honesty, Isaac had no idea what to do. This was the first party he was invited to, ever. As a child he always dreamed of being invited to a classmate's birthday party, or perhaps attend a little shindig that was said to be happening. But his locker was always empty, the only letters he received in the mail were bills, and his social media accounts were depressingly silent. Though, he never used the damn thing anyways, it was nice to imagine what it felt like to have people talk to you like you were a human being. Everyone sees what they want to see, and in Isaac's case, they saw a monster. His face was nothing pretty to look at, his stature was far too large for a normal high school student, and he was terrible at social interactions with the opposite gender. A brute. A beast. A vagabond. He had so many memories and no one to share them with. That was the worst part. That he desperately clung to the happiest memories from times so long ago to ward away his solitude, as if these precious bits of history were to save him from the downward spiral he fell further into. But at least he had someone to talk to this time around.

“I, uh, to be honest have no idea what to do,” said Isaac. “But I read on the internet that we're supposed to drink or somethin'.”

That's what regular high schoolers do at a party, right? Isaac motioned for Nate to follow him towards the bar where the two would figure out their next course of action. There were so many bottles of liquids it was mesmerizing. But he had no idea what the Hell he was looking at. Vodka? Whiskey? Rum? Bourbon? Cognac? How do you even pronounce cognac?

"Please... no fight."


Two angry guys were pushing and shoving each other hollering obscenities and anything else that came to their minds. Isaac was surprised and impressed. He never knew one could use the word “fuck” in so many different ways. He will have to search this up on the internet later. The boy walked up to the two rather irate gentlemen and placed a firm hand on both of their shoulders. Isaac was 6'4 of pure awkward. His eyes looked down on the two, his height clearly intimidating the both of them unintentionally.

“This ain't the place to do this. If we're gonna have a brawl, then we should have it at the 365.” Isaac motioned over to Nate with a simple nod of his head. “My friend and I are fighters too. Why don't ya' join us? Get all that aggression out.”

There were too many eyes on them. Too many people watching this spectacle unfold. Too many females watching him. Isaac's nerves flared and his grip tightened on the boy's shoulders. A vein swelled in his neck and his eyes widened. He looked down to the boys hoping they had not noticed his fear kicking in.

Smile Isaac, smile to let 'em know everythin' is okay and you're just a normal dude who's totally not afraid.

Yep, they noticed alright. The two ran in opposite directions while Isaac held in his vomit. He bent down with his hands on his knees and gave Nate a thumbs up.

Damn it. Now Nate thinks I'm weird. I mean, I am, but Hell, he thought.

Whatever. Get drinks. Try to resume their friendly and non-weird atmosphere as best as you can. Isaac, without looking, leaned against the bar and rubbed his temples.

“Can I get two vod-”

Then he noticed Min-seo at the bar staring at him.

“-kaaah...”
Isaac Michael Woods

Location: El Jefe Beach House
Mentioned: @Universorum (Owen Lyon) | @Dirty Pretty Lies (Martha Radley)
Spoken To: @Avanhelsing (Nathan Wagner)




Well, things may be off to a rough start, but Isaac had not caused a massive social disaster yet. He rubbed his temples and focused on the task ahead. This party was not for having fun, well it was, but for Isaac it served as a method to increase his amount of friends. And yet, the party felt so lonely. Sure, there were so many bodies here, many voices that swirled in the air creating a vortex of life. But Isaac was an outsider. A foreigner in a world completely alien to him. In times of need, it's best to call on a friend. Specifically, texting a friend.
Martha, there is an event going on at the El Jefe Beach House. I'd like to see you here.

No, that's too formal. And nobody calls party's “events” anyway. That's super weird.
Hey Martha, there's a party going on at the El Jefe Beach House. You should stop by.

Stop by? What? Is she casually picking up ice cream at the gas station? Try again.
Marthaaa-

Nope.
Whaddup biaatch-

Negative. You know, in these cases honesty is the best policy. Speak from the heart.
There's a party at the El Jefe. It's pretty cool so far, lot's of people, drinks, things like that. To be honest, it's kinda scary too. I think you should come by if you can. Heck, you might have fun too!

Send.

Isaac moved through the parking lot until he reached the entrance to the house. There, his friend Owen stood like a guard, silently gate keeping the entrance to paradise on Earth. But beside him was someone with an intimidating look to her. Soul-le-eel.... Solee... Sol... Uh... Soleil Jameson. The first female member of the Elite. He did not know her personally, but it was her looks that terrified him. Her sharp smoky eyes staring through his soul as if the wall he put up was nothing but glass. Dark raven hair beautifully contrasting against her blemish free skin like a noir vixen. She was death incarnate. What should Isaac do? Stay outside like a weirdo? No, he needed to be confident. Courage!

The boy moved through the two, Owen and Soleil, like a beast with its knuckles dragging against the ground.

“Sup,” he spoke.

And as soon as he made it in the clear, Isaac breathed a sigh of relief. That had went better than expected! He will have to congratulate himself later.

“It is never easy to talk at one of these things. I remember at my first real party like this, I collided with the drinks table and got drenched in a hundred different liquids. Trust me, friend, it can go a lot worse than colliding with someone."

Nathan Wagner. Isaac swore he saw the guy before at the 365 Combat Club. A guy in impeccable physique. Isaac will have to ask for tips later. The boy accepted the beer from Wagner and took a sip. His mouth immediately contorted into a visage of disgust. Beer was not his thing. But by God he will finish it like a man! Mama didn't raise no quitter.

“I am going to guess just by looking at you that you box. I mean I’ve been punched in the face by people your size. Pretty rare to see people around here who look like they know how to fight and I always like to meet fellow fighters. I’ve always wanted to learn how to box better.”

There was a gleam in Isaac's eyes. A potential friend. That would make three! Just one more than the previous number!

“Oh! You're a fighter too!” said Isaac excitedly. “I'm just an amateur when it comes to fightin', but I'd love to spar with ya' sometime.”

Isaac held out his hand for Nathan to shake with a genuine smile plastered on his face.

“Pleasure to meet ya', Nate. Isaac.”

Things are looking up.
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