MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on Jan 2, 2024 19:32:14 GMT
Gaps in his memory weren’t unusual, not after the attack that had ended his career, but it had been some time since he’d been aware of one. The PTSD had held him in a vicious grip after Toni had left him, but bit by bit, like his memory, Marc had found himself starting to piece his mental health back together. Healthy routines, a job that was practically stressless compared to serving in the military, his family, it had all worked to relieve the pressure that had threatened to leave him cracking for years. Marc frowned at the guy as he realised that his mind had cut out just where he’d said he was from. Was he backsliding or had the information just skittered away with the weirdness of the rest of the conversation.
”You did, sorry,” Marc muttered, frowning as he found his way down a clear section of the track. What other parts of this conversation had his brain carved away? What would it cut away later to protect itself from a story that felt brutal – especially in the wake of what had happened to Ria. The son of a bitch who’d taken his daughter was still out there somewhere. ”If they got her to the hospital alive, she probably had a good chance,” he murmured. He refused to glance down at his hands as he ran. He knew exactly what it was like to watch someone die, to feel their blood staining your hands as the life went out of their eyes.
Swallowing hard, Marc tried to push the thought from his mind, concentrating on his speed, his stride, anything to stop his brain tumbling down one of those rabbit holes it was almost impossible to escape from. Running had been one of his escapes from that sort of thinking and he wasn’t about to change that now.
Thankfully the guy seemed to pick up on that and switched subjects somewhat. He was still talking trouble, but Marc brushed that part off, puffing out a breath as he glanced over his shoulder at him and reduced his speed to keep pace with him for the moment. ”Work,” he explained, catching his breath now that they’d slowed. A shower first, then working on plans for a kitchen remodel for a family here in town. He needed to head to the lumber yard tomorrow to get everything he needed for the project. The pre-made parts had already been ordered and would be arriving later this week. ”I’m working on a kitchen remodel. You ever need any work like that done, come look me up.” It wouldn’t be the first customer he’d crossed paths with by accident.
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ATLAS BUMILA
Skinwalker
Posts: 90
Status:
Single
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:24:21 GMT
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Feb 12, 2024 0:12:24 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
Atlas was very impressed with the guy. He was still getting a link that he wasn't completely human. His smell was off, more like canine but he was keeping that to himself. Atlas was new to this gig and he didn't want to piss off the guy when they were getting along so well. He really hoped there was no more rotten dead flesh around for him to find, he needed to get his work finished for college, at this rate he was going to fail and then he will not get the job he wanted at the rate of my education is going I be lucky to get a job that pay well enough for me to own my own property he was going to work hard, maybe he could take up singing in the nightclubs for extra income
The Lithuanian man sang back home and even wrote a few songs working with animals is great but the shelter isn't paying me much for the hours. I did sing back home in nightclubs, maybe there was a way I could do it again he suggested to him to see if he would agree, he needed a backup. Atlas really loved singing so this was a good ambition to pursue and try. If any of my friends needs remodelling though I sure recommend you to them he suggested as it was the best he could offer since he was living on the campus currently
While talking to his new friend, he was pleased to hear that the girl was more likely to survive as he was sure the hunter got her there very quickly. Atlas has to ask him if the young girl made it when they bump into each other, as he always seems to bump into him lately. It was nice to have company, it can get lonely alone and you start talking to yourself he chuckled as he continue to walk along the path with his new friend
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MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on Apr 2, 2024 16:11:40 GMT
There had been dozens of towns that he probably could’ve settled in after he’d left the military. Tiny places on the map that might just have been quiet enough for him to slowly recover in. Maybe if he had done just that he’d never have learned that he had a daughter. Mystic Falls and the possibility of a supernatural cure for the PTSD that still had him wrapped up in its razor sharp claws had been his beacon. In the end he hadn’t sought out Niklaus Mikaelson, but that journey had put him in the right place for him to be tracked down when Ria had escaped from the man who’d taken her. He wasn’t going to look that gift horse in the eye. Marc knew that fate had finally smiled on him, giving back as much as he’d lost, if not more.
Moving in with his ex-wife and daughter was still a goal, putting his family back together years after he’d managed to tear them apart. When or whether that happened at all was entirely down to Toni and pushing her was only going to make it less likely to happen. Until then he had his rented apartment in town, a place he could give up to move with them if Toni decided to take her daughter away from this town at any point. March shut the guy a half grin and shook his head. ”There’s nothing wrong with renting. I wouldn’t stress about not being able to do it right out of school. I went straight into the military out of high school, there was no chance I was owning a place then.” As though he’d actually been to high school. Education had been handled in the community, his parents keen for their kids to learn, but not trusting outsiders enough to send them to the local town for schooling.
As a teenager all he’d wanted to do was get out of the village. The military was as far as Marc thought he could get from there. He’d be able to serve the country his family had still been so distrustful of, he’d get to see the world. He hadn’t thought that there was much of a chance that he would never make it home, but what had happened his brother-in-law had proved just how close the danger could come. In comparison working as a carpenter felt almost painfully safe. Marc puffed out a faint chuckle. ”I’m sure there are always bars looking for people for open mic nights. Being creative, doing service, they both seem worth more than just a fat balance balance.” Unless you had a family to support. Having lived frugally meant he didn’t have to worry about providing for Ria yet, and Toni’s job definitely came with its benefits. Glancing at the guy again, Marc nodded. ”Word of mouth always helps, thanks.” Especially in a town this size.
Their pace was slow, but Marc could already see the first signs of the Whitmore campus through the trees ahead. There were clearer paths, a thin scatter of trash surrounding them making it clear that students had been out here. ”It makes the time go faster,” he admitted, scanning the trail like there’d be more people out here. ”I’m sure there are probably running clubs on campus, people who’d be willing to head out here on runs with you. You ever check into that stuff?” It had been that way in the military, even if it had taken a while to ease his way into them. By the time he had he was already close to his team, being slowly accepted into Toni’s family. After she’d left the loss of that cut even deeper, taking years to start healing over and his circumstances to really start changing.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
