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The Walking Dead - Northwards

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A Town Called Justice (OOC)

So, how long do schools tend to stay shut after being shot up?

A Town Called Justice (OOC)

Jason had decided that he didn't mind the city. It was different from London in more ways than one, but some things were more or less the same. The projects were the tower blocks for example, and both were shit holes filled with guns and drugs. At least back home though a couple of the towers he had lived in had lifts, the block his new made friend lived on didn't and thus he was pissed off at the prospect of climbing a bunch of stairs. He was hoping his mate had some good news for him otherwise he was gonna be in a right mood on the way back down the bitches.

Nevertheless he made his way into the projects and began climbing stairs, cursing every new stairwell. He had never been to Nathan's place before but had been told the floor and door number he was on. Finally reaching the correct door he knocked, first quietly, then a little too loudly when there was no reply.

“Who be that banging up my door!?” Came a woman's voice from inside, a thick Jamaican accent coming with it. Jason didn't do or say anything, just stood there until someone got off their ass and opened the door up.

“What you want boy?”

Jason assumed it was Nathan's mum, she was a big woman, tall and chubby looking.

“Nathan.” Jason said calmly, staring at the woman.

“What you want him for? What's ya name?”

“Socialization... Jason. Jay.” Jason grunted, starting to lose his patience.

“Hey Nathan! White boy at the door! Boy say his name Jason, you know the boy?” She shouted, not bothering to turn her head and covering Jay in spit.

“Yeah, let him up in here D, Jay be cool!”

“All right, he say you cool. Get in here my youth, sorry about that, can't be too careful, you know?”

“Yeah, it's cool. Don't worry about it.” Jason spoke, following the woman inside and being directed to a room. He went inside, finding Nathan grinding up green.

“Why you grinding it? Dudes can do that their own self.” Jason said, checking out the room.

“Nah, not everyone’s got a grinder, and this way it's ready to spiffy up, you know?”

“I don't know man, seems a little generous for shotting.”

“Maybe back in England, but out here it's a buyers market, you gotta do what you can to keep people coming back to you. There's a hundred other bitches they could go to to get a bit of ganja, you feel?”

“Fuck knows, I never sold green. Where do you get yours from?” Jason spoke, a possible idea coming to him.

“I buy it off some corner boys down the way, they too busy selling that H, but they give the green they get to me and I slip them a little something every time I need a re-up. Shit sells out quick at school.” Nathan explained, finishing grinding and bagging what looked like a ten bag.
“You buy it?”

“Yeah.”

“Why, you said it yourself, there's a hundred other bitches selling the same shit. Why don't you just wait for them to re-up then move in and take their shit? You could sell just as much and you wouldn't have to kick up nothing, the profit would be yours alone.” Jason smiled, liking his idea.

“That's not a bad idea, I know a dozen other dudes who sell plenty every week... But it's a little risky, not all of these dudes are pussies, we step to one with any heart at all and things are bound to get violent.” Nathan explained, looking like he was thinking.

“How much green we talking? Enough to warrant a little violence?”

“Considering you dropped Mike for $20, yeah, I'd say the few hundred we could make a week is enough to ease your conscious, right man?” Nathan laughed.

“Damn straight.” Jason chuckled. “So who's getting jacked?”

The Walking Dead - Northwards

James was decidedly done killing for now, he would get back to it in a couple of days but for now he couldn't afford to hunt down any more bandits. He only had three cans of food left, not enough to partake in his favorite pastime without worrying about starving to death whilst doing so. He would devote the next day or two towards gathering supplies, if he came across any small groups of bandits he would certainly think about taking their lives but only if he was certain he could do so without endangering himself too much. Now wasn't the time to be careless, if he killed too many of them they were bound to send more out looking for him and that would make scavenging far harder than he needed it to be.

He took a look around the room that had been his home for the last couple of days, it had been a good find. The previous occupants had taken it upon themselves to board up the windows, even the ones upstairs and some of the doors still had locks on. It had been quite the moral boost when he had came across it. Sadly James would only be able to stay for another night or two. He had made it a rule to never stay somewhere that wasn't completely secure for more than a few days. The longer he was there the more chance there was of something or someone dangerous coming across him. He had also made sure not to make noise, or at least as little as he possibly could. So far the place had served him well and he hadn't been heard or seen in there by anything or anyone, to his knowledge at least. He wasn't dead, so he assumed it was safe thus far.

The bed was pretty comfy too, though he couldn't remember the last time he had slept with his clothes off. He had to be ready to up and go always, sleeping comfortably was a huge luxury these days, just like pretty much everything that used to be taken for granted. It wasn't just the world that had changed since the end of life as everyone knew it, he had changed a lot too. For example, before he had dedicated his life to teaching the kids of Baltimore, hoping and praying that somehow he would put some of them on a path away from the killing and some of the other horrible things some of his students lived through in the city. Now he was a killer, and as much as he tried to deny it inside he knew he enjoyed it. He had hoped it was simply because they were bandits though. He prayed in his deepest depths that he wouldn't get the same enjoyable rush after killing someone who wasn't the scum of the earth.

He quickly dragged himself out of his thoughts. It wasn't a new thing, he had always thought too much. He could hear his wife’s sweet voice echoing in his mind.

“I think you think too much darling.”

That's what she would say. Every time he stayed up hours too late thinking about how to address the kids at school on something the next day. Every time he ranted about something that bothered him about the city, world, universe or just society in general. He did think too much, but these days his thoughts were pretty much all he had. They were the only constant, the one thing that would never leave him.

“Till death do us part.” He mumbled,

With death now on his mind James looked around the room. It was another rule of his. He had to either take or dispose of everything that would give anyone an inkling that someone had been there recently. There wasn't much laid around, but what was there he cleaned up, even sorting the bed so that it looked like no one had touched it in months. It was time to scavenge, hopefully he would return to his temporary shelter safely. Putting his bag on his back and making sure his rifle was loaded James left the house, closing the front door as tightly as he could and putting a matchstick near the bottom; between the door and the frame. If anyone entered the place he would know when he returned, the matchstick would obviously fall and it would be a dangerous tell tale. One that would make it so he would have to decide whether to either creep away and avoid the danger or creep inside and take down the intruder. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but it would always be better to be safe than sorry. Especially now.

Carefully he looked up and down the street. There was no movement, no sound of anything, complete and utter silence. He hated silence, but for now all it meant was that he was currently safe. He could check all the houses on the street, but that would risk making noise or attracting unwanted attention to the street his currant shelter was on. No, he would travel a little while and then scavenge a bit, if he had to he would search the houses tomorrow after he packed up a final time and moved on. Hopefully by then he would have enough supplies to continue doing his part to dwindle the cities bandit population.

He had a fair few bullets, enough that he could kill a dozen bandits if he was very careful. He couldn't get in any fire fights, his forty bullets would be gone in a minute if he did, but if he took his time and hunted the bandits the way he had trained himself to he was bound to be able to kill plenty of the bastards. Feeling far too eager to get back to killing James pushed on, heading deeper into the city and hoping to come across a small grocery store and avoid any large amount of the dead. He doubted his luck, he was bound to come across something that was going to piss him off on his little shopping trip. It was too bad, he would just have to deal with it, whatever it was. Hopefully he could deal with it before it dealt with him, but who the hell knew, and more importantly, who the hell cared.

A Town Called Justice (OOC)

@Callthecops: That could be interesting, not sure how they would meet up though. May have to think on it some.

Anyway, post is up. Tis not the best intro post but hopefully it got across what kind of person Jason is currently... A dick.

A Town Called Justice (OOC)

Jason had been suspended from school a few days previous, much to his parents anger and dismay. It was bullshit really, he didn't even want to be suspended, it just sort of happened. It wasn't that he didn't beat and rob the kid, he was guilty of that much, but he didn't do it looking to get suspended. Shit, it wasn't even random, the kid had walked into him, probably deliberately trying to test the new kid. He didn't even apologize.

Point being the dude needed jacking and Jason needed a few more dollars and a couple of pens for class, it kind of just fell in his lap. Course that's pretty far from what he was gonna tell any teachers or his mum or step dad if they asked. Nah, that prick came into the toilet looking to beat on the new kid, course he wasn't just gonna take it. That's the story he fed his parents, the teachers didn't get shit and the other kid didn't say anything either. If there was one thing that was the same as in England it was that most everyone knew better than to snitch. With nothing to go on all the school could do was dish out a few days suspension.

With nothing else to do for a few days Jason decided to roam the streets. He didn't have many contacts around and that was a problem. In order to make money or get any kind of reputation he would need a few contacts. Unfortunately not many dudes took an English kid seriously round the parts he found himself in. It was only after a week of making it very clear that anyone who stepped to him would be dropped at school that he even managed to make anything close to a friend. People were weary of making a friend out of a possible bullying target, so making sure people knew he wasn't that was the first priority.

Now that was done he could focus on part two, finding out how all these bitches made money on some of the poorest blocks in the city. It didn't take him long at all to find out, all he had to do was walk around and observe for a little while. Two words; corner kids. It only took five minutes of watching a corner to see a good bit of drug dealing getting done. Jason wasn't planning on that unless he had to though, the kids didn't look like they were all that well paid, and that wasn't a good sign for Jason. He also didn't really want to go back to standing around all fucking day.

The second option was to simply rob the bastards, but it wasn't like England where people only brought their heaters or machines out if there was some killing or robbing to be done. Guns were far more common here, he couldn't be sure whether or not the corner kids had a strap or two ready to be used in order to defend, and he was yet to get his hands on one himself. He could rob them, he didn't doubt that, but it would take a gun he was sure wouldn't jam, a good bit of planning and being willing to be identified.

A ski mask wouldn't do, there was no hiding his accent. A couple words and every fucking kid in the bits would know it was him. He didn't plan on getting his brains blown out on the way to school. Nah, he needed another way to make cash, one that got him paid reasonably well but didn't involve every youth in the street looking to blow his brains out. He decided to pay his new friend Nathan a visit, he was in the streets, maybe he would know of a few more job prospects.

A Town Called Justice

Appearance: Click Me!

Name: Jason Hunt

Nickname: Jay

Age: 17

Place of Birth: London, England.

Family:
Elizabeth Hunt (Mother)
Michael West (Step-Father)
Jordan Hunt (Brother - Deceased)

Occupation: Occasional Student and Hoodlum

Personality: To describe Jason simply would be to say that he is a bit of an asshole. He is angry, rude, cynical, sarcastic and often prone to violence. It is a rare occasion worthy of celebration when Jason doesn't come across as hostile in a simple conversation, he is constantly heated and seems to blow up at the slightest hint of provocation. It sometimes seems that he hates everything and everyone in the world, although that isn't quite true. He's angry and completely unforgiving but he isn't beyond having a conversation or even developing a friendship as long as everything goes smoothly and he feels he's getting what he needs from it.

If there's one good thing to say about Jason it's that he's reasonably intelligent and often quick witted. These traits aren't nearly enough to make up for his many flaws but they are there nevertheless. Under all the anger and the hate there might one day be a decent human being, but that person is buried so deep no one alive has hope of ever seeing him.

History: Jason grew up in the city of London, England. He saw every crappy part of the place growing up due to being evicted from near every flat his family were ever given. His mother tried to raise her sons decently but between working two jobs and never once having a good man in their lives things weren't ever great. Things got even worse when his mother lost both her jobs, one simply due to her apparently being sick too often and the other because they just found someone more qualified. Those were bad days that became gradually better in some ways and gradually worse in others. In what seemed like an insane twisted move after being kicked out of yet another flat and sent to an even shittier tower block Elizabeth agreed to start hiding and packaging white for one of the local dealers. It didn't take long for her to drag her sons into the crap. Instead of just packaging she was soon sending her boys out into the alleys and stairwells to sell the stuff too, making quite the profit. She wasn't a terrible woman really, just extremely desperate, but that has never stopped Jason being angry at her.

The life was hard, the selling was easy but getting robbed, bullied and beaten quickly grew tiring. Before they knew it the brothers began growing cold and hard, getting used to having to face down stick up boys and other drug dealers. By the time Jason was fifteen he had a reputation for violence almost as fierce as he elder brothers. Things got terrible once again when Jordan was shot though, it was an event that sent Jason deep into the pit. He and his brother were just standing there doing a routine check of how many cracks they had left when a car pulled up with the window rolled down and let the bullets fly. There were seven shots, two of which hit Jordan and one of which grazed Jason. The bullet only grazed his neck miraculously and he was left with little more than a nasty looking scar. Jordan on the other hand was shit directly in the head and chest and apparently died instantly.

Since that day Jason has been his current self, angry at everything and everyone, especially his mother who the majority of the time he refuses to talk to. His mum changed her whole act after that, apparently realizing there were better ways to rid herself of her desperation. She got a job and even found a boyfriend on the internet. She pestered Jason to go to school everyday and even talked about college, acting as if shit hadn't happened. Jason wasn't having any of it, he spent near all of his time on the streets, selling drugs or robbing drug dealers, something he had started doing since he heard it may have been a couple of dealers who blasted on him and his brother. He questioned every dealer he robbed to no avail. Eventually his mum started talking about moving to America, to Justice to be with her boyfriend. Her bringing it up caused rage in Jason every time, but eventually he grudgingly agreed to move thinking maybe a new land was what he needed. Jason has been living in Justice for two weeks.

Cast Status: Main

Extra: I have no real plot in mind for Jason, I would simply be focusing on his development, for better or worse.

A Town Called Justice (OOC)

Cheers! Poor Jason will be having a pretty crap welcome to the American school system I guess. :P

A Town Called Justice (OOC)

Thanks Xtreme. Isabella, do you mind if Jason goes to the school your character teaches at?

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Motivated, I read a book not too long ago where the dude buying the featured mercenary squads guns reckoned it was the best make of the weapon. Personally I'm not sure how true that is, but it was memorable enough to motivate me to go for it. :)