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jack abbott // 40 // he/him [dependent//wellcliffhq]

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teddylebeau‌:

          “hey dude, i was choking about the eyebrows, don’t get eyebrow shy on me now.” he lets his cigarette hang between his lips, his hands slipping into the front pockets of his ripped jeans. “oh, you were so implying. there’s a difference between fight and murder. one involves death. i wouldn’t win the fight but i’d sure leave you with quite a few marks, sheriff didn’t nickname me scrappy for nothin’.” he jokingly holds his fists up and bounces on the balls of his feet as if about to box but drops them and chuckles. “name’s teddy, and before you ask yes it’s short for something but will i ever reveal that? nope. you got a name or do i have to keep calling you tall dark and not murdery in my head?”

“Scrappy,” he echoes, “Cute.” He bounces his elbows, hands still pocketed. He likes this guy’s style, admittedly, jokingly accusing jack of being a murderer because of his eyebrows, then getting all fisticuffs on him. It’s amusing, really. He chuckles as well, shaking his head. “You are quite interesting, Teddy. Glad to meet you. My name is Jack.” He extends a hand, palm up, his plastic grocery bag hanging from his wrist. “Perhaps I’ll actually come get some fries after I’ve finished what I’m doing.”

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bergensbeauty‌:

She clicked her tongue disappointedly as he shut her down, gently shaking her head. “Well, then that’s your loss man. But whatever, I’m sure I’ll find someone before I leave here tonight.” she glanced around the room a bit to scope out anyone who could possibly be worth her time. She was surprisingly enjoying chatting with him though so she didn’t immediately jump out of her seat now that she knew he wasn’t interested. “Dude, now you’re just doing this on purpose! Too big for him, come on!” she complained, using the back of her hand to smack him on the arm, certainly not hard enough to do any sort of damage. “But you gotta tell me more, that sounds…fucking insane! I’ve done some fighting back in my day but my secret weapon are these bad boys.” she told him, holding up her hands to show off her long and freshly painted nails.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” Jack answers, propping his elbow against the bar, and his head in his hand, “You are a beautiful woman, anyone into that would be happy to have you.” He laughs, all tooth and crinkled eye-corners as she delivers a smack to his arm. “You’re right, you’re right, I am just teasing, now.” He leans in at her interest, stroking his beard. “That would be a good weapon--I keep mine trimmed, so that wouldn’t work for me. Simply beating someone bloodied is all I can do, really.” He snorts. “It was a stupid mistake I made, a few years ago, Miss Erika. I thought I was doing something noble, but I was just being a very large idiot.”

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bergensbeauty‌:

There was a hint of a grin on her face as her jaw dropped slightly at his response. Even though it was pretty clear he wasn’t serious by the laughter, and the way he quickly backpedaled and apologized, Erika was still mesmerized and hoping he had actually been serious. “Hey, it’s no problem. If you wanna split me in half I will gladly accept.” she told him shamelessly. Who was she to reject such an amazing offer if he was actually offering? 

If he hadn’t gone on to answer her question, Erika probably would have continued to try and see if she actually had a shot. She was too concerned with the fact that he actually answered yes and now had to find out if he was messing with her or not. “Jack, I’m gonna be super honest with you. That’s hot as hell but do you mean, like, actually–like, snapping a person in half like a twig, killing them instantly? Cause that’s what I was thinking.” It wasn’t at all an appropriate question, maybe she should be laying off the drinks but she was having a good time! He seemed like he could handle some strange, prodding questions like this.

“I’m afraid that I didn’t come here to find someone to have sex with,” he says with a small smile. Hey, she could still be nonbinary, he’s telling himself. But he really hadn’t come here for that, so he keeps it to the excuse he’s given, rather than making it about her possible gender. It was true, anyway. At her prodding, and then her subsequent joke, he snorts out a laugh, shaking his head. “No. Nothing that cartoonesque, unfortunately. I got into a fight some years back, and he ended up needing reconstructive surgery on his spine.” A fight. That’s what he was calling it now, it seemed. “Guess I was just too big for him.” He titters out a laugh. “Gods...”

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teddylebeau‌:

       “my bad, dude- maybe it’s the eyebrows?” though teddy has had a couple of occasions where people think he’s about to rob them. he is covered in tattoos and when he’s not smiling he doesn’t look all that inviting. but teddy not grinning or smirking is rare, even if it doesn’t reach his eyes most often lately. 

“wait, hold up, are you saying i can’t fight back? wow, shots fired and i’m wounded.” he takes a drag of the cigarette in his mouth before grasping it with his fingers and making sure to blow the smoke away from the other. he may be killing his lungs, doesn’t mean he’s going to kill other people’s. “okay, ixnay on the beer.” he hums trying to come up with something else. “you ever swing by sparky’s? i cook out back, next lot of fries you order are on me.”

His eyebrows? Jack’s hand comes up, brushing at said eyebrows with the pads of his fingers. What was wrong with his eyebrows? His hand falls back to his side, slipping into his pocket. “I am implying absolutely nothing,” Jack says, “Considering you are already worried that I’ll murder you because of my eyebrows, it is only natural to think that you don’t stand a chance.” He can’t help but chuckle, biting his lower lip to try and suppress it. “Perhaps I’ll swing by. It would be my pleasure.” He clears his throat. “And what name will I be asking to make my fries?”

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teddylebeau‌:

     teddy nearly walks right into someone which- considering there’s a lit cigarette between his lips would’ve ended with someone getting burned. but thankfully the foster system was good for something, learning how to react quickly. his hands are up to stop the collide and he puts the breaks on before huffing out a laugh. “my bad, dude, wasn’t looking.” dark hues look a couple inches up to the guy’s face and he lets out a low whistle. “wow-” he blinks a couple times before getting his shit together. “you look like you could murder me and i’d appreciate you know- not being murdered so… can i get you an apology beer?”

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Jack could really spend the day doing anything aside from running errands, and yet, when he put thought to it, he’d figured it would probably be a little better to go to the grocery store rather than sit his day away in the library trying to figure out for the thirteenth month in a row how a computer worked nowadays. So he’d gone out into the world, picked up some groceries, and was now on his way home, deep in thought about what he might make for dinner. “Oof.” He looks down at the other person who collided with him, his free hand coming up to rest on their upper arm. Their eyes meet, and he quirks a brow. “You are not the first person to comment on the idea that I could break you in the last two days,” he says dryly, “I assure you, I won’t be murdering anyone, let alone someone that can’t fight back.” That last bit pulls a sadistic little grin onto his lips. “I don’t drink. But thank you anyway.”

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bergensbeauty‌:

Erika furrowed her brows and looked at the older man with confusion. He was in a bar and he wasn’t even going to order alcohol? She snorted a little but hey, she told him not to go too bougie and ordering soda instead of some really expensive whiskey worked for her. “Thanks for not breaking the bank man, you’re cool!” She grinned, patting him on the back as if she knew him her whole life rather than just sitting next to him and meeting him moments ago. 

She took a sip of her now refilled drink but quickly put it down so she could reach out her hand for a handshake. “Erika.” she finished for him. Had she not already had a couple of drinks tonight she probably would have kept to herself, but now she seemed very focused on him. “And what’s your name you…giant of a man? You–you look like you could just snap someone in half. You ever done that before?”

The pat on the back was unexpected, but Jack found himself leaning into it a little bit, touch starved from the last year out of the close-knit pod he’d lived in prior. He could be so much more weirded out from the interaction, but he wasn’t, really. A small smile pulls his lips, and he leans in a bit, as she begins to speak. He reaches out, takes her hand.

And the smile falls away, a brow quirking up instead. Sweet lord almighty, she was commenting on his size. At the question, though,he laughs. Jack pulls his hand back from her, settling onto his own forehead. Holy shit. Holy shit. Once his laughter fades to a chuckle, he shakes his head as a grin splits his lips. “Why are you asking? Do you want to be split in half?” He snorts through his nose, shaking his head again. “Not really, I apologize... But to answer your question, my name is Jack. And yes. Yes, I have.”

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bergensbeauty‌:

Erika considered herself a regular at Sparky’s Pub by this point. Usually, when she drank she was in a good mood and tonight was no exception. She had been drinking while she danced to the music playing but once the drink in her hand was finished she had to go get herself another one. Making her way over to the bar she had a seat next to a random person before getting the bartender’s attention.

“Could I get a refill on this please? And–oh whatever this person wants too!” she, told the bartender, gesturing to the person she sat next to. “Go ahead! My treat! Just don’t get too bougie though, I’m not made of money.”

Usually, Jack made a point of not going to bars, not wanting to even be tempted toward the alcohol. But today had been a particularly stressful day, and he wanted only to unwind around people. It certainly beat the hell out of sitting alone in his apartment. But being around people was so much easier said than done--he’d ended up sitting at the bar silently nursing a coca cola and watching the television above the bartender’s head. He starts a bit, when someone actually sits beside him, eyes flickering over to the owner of the voice. She motions to him, and he looks to the bartender, and then to her once more. “Uh....” He barely has time to get another word out when she’s talking again, assuring him that it was her treat. “A doctor pepper, I suppose...” As the bartender walks away, he pushes a lock of hair over his shoulder. “You must be feeling generous...?” He leaves the end open, so she can fit her name in.

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[ jason momoa, cis male, he/him ] have you seen ( JACK ABBOTT ) hanging around? the ( 40 ) year old often hangs around ( WELLCLIFF PUBLIC LIBRARY ) when they’re not being a ( TRASH COLLECTOR ). i’ve been told they’re ( FRIENDLY ) but ( SHORT-TEMPERED ) and when i look at them, i see ( BEARD OIL, TORN CLOTHES & PAROLE OFFICERS ). wellcliff wouldn’t be the same without ‘em! [ lin, 24, they/them, mst+7 ]

hi there! i’m lin, (one of two lins? xD just call me link, maybe!! for the fun zelda reference?) i’m 24 and use they/them pronouns. i like anime and sci fi, i occasionally draw, and i spend a lot of time thinking about my oc jack, and play a lot of animal crossing, too. 

anyways, less about me and more onto jack! i have an about written right here. there’s a big tw for shitty parents, religious abuse, robbery, assault with a weapon, and prison.

what i don’t have in there is that jack is gay, his daughter is a full-fledged adult now, and he loves to read a lot. i hope you like him, he’s a really fun character to play, and i hope he’s just as fun to read!!!