Porter Carrillo

Bar Tender || 34 || Aerokenisis "There will always be a place for you here."

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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Sebastian sighed, feeling a little uneasy that things were going mostly well. “Your new identity is something I created, a twin brother you didn’t know existed. You can still be yourself, mostly. Don’t do all of the same things. There’s a birth certificate, drivers license, passport, and social security card in there.” He answered, pausing at Porter’s set of questions.

“If I were you? Get out of town. For at least a few weeks. If need be, I can adjust your will and put the bar in your brother's custody. But in my opinion, I wouldn’t come back for a while. I don’t know how long until they start looking for you again. From experience, none of the people I’ve ever done this for have ever been hunted by them again.”

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Even in such an awful situation, Porter found he couldn’t help but scoff. “Just what my family needs, more people in it.” Po quickly scanned through the information. So he was Francisco Carrillo now, and he was going to have to leave the city he’d spent of of his life in. Perhaps he could live with his parents for a bit, that’s something a long-lost twin would do, right? Or maybe ... He was thinking about this far too much - right now he just had to get out of there. 

Nodding, Porter put all the new documents back in the envelope, and pushed them in his back pocket. Aware that this was his new life, Porter looked up at the man and extended a hand. “Thank you, I... I don’t even know your name, but thank you.” He shook the man’s hand, took one last look at the now fiery remains of what used to be his home from home, before rushing out the back gate into whatever new life he might find. He could only hope that whoever he ended up being, the Hunters didn’t find out about him again.

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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Sebastian nodded, pleased that the man was finally seeing straight. The bar was of no value if it came to his life. He could always rebuild later after all of this was over. For now, Sebastian needed to get him out of here quickly. When Po went inside and started ushering the guests out, Sebastian walked into the kitchen and set a small fire, letting it grow before stepping out into the sitting area. He gave Porter and nod and walked back into the alley.

A few minutes later, as the fire grew more out of control, Sebastian dragged in an already dead body. He positioned it in the middle of the bartending area and fired his gun a couple of times. One of the bullets ricocheted and landed near his feet like he’d hoped. Without hesitating, Sebastian picked it up and shoved the bullet into the body’s head.

“Alright, come on before it gets out of control and you actually die.” He didn’t wait to see if Porter follow, instead headed right out the back door again, flames licking his legs and threatening to engulf him. As soon as the two were outside, Sebastian handed over an envelope. 

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Wringing his hands together nervously, Porter followed Sebastian back out of the pub, trying not to look at it all going up in flames. SO much love and time and energy had gone into it. He and Don had carefully crafted it into a place for Specials to feel safe, where would they go? The Hunters... They would find them now. Why had he agreed to this?! It was so stupid and selfish - he should have just let Sebastian kill him. 

Taking the envelope in his shaky hands, Porter started opening it. “W-what do I do now?” He asked, looking up at the other man, all his previous confidence and charm lost. “How long until they find me again?” 

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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Sebastian cut him off, giving Porter a firm gaze. “You don’t have a choice. Unless you’re okay with dying.” He raised an eyebrow, obviously challenging him. “It’s the best, most convincing way, Mr. Carrillo. Trust me, I’ve been doing this for years. I know how to make Charlie believe you’re dead and hide you away.”

At Porters mention of calling the fire department ahead of time, Sebastian shook his head. “I can’t do that. I’ll start a small fire out here and you can run inside, yelling about one and urging people out before it does any real harm. That’s the best I can offer you.” He paused, almost hesitating a minute. “If I call before it happens, that’ll raise suspicions.”

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Porter opened his mouth to complain, but after seeing the look on the man’s face, decided that was a bad idea. He thought for a moment about the possibilities, before realising that, unless he actually did want to die, which he didn’t, this was the best solution. “Okay.” He said, nodding his head slightly, then turned on his heels and rushed back inside.

At first people were hesitant to responding, but after another assurance that the back yard had in fact been set on fire, the patrons eventually got up and began leaving just as Porter saw the flames begin to lick at the outside door. He could only hope that everyone upstairs got the same message. Watching the fire carefully, Po waited near the bar for the stranger to walk in, finding he could only hope that this wouldn’t all end up as one elaborate prank.

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do. It’s the safest way to ensure that the body I intend to plant is  unidentifiable enough that we can pass off your death.” He hesitated, letting that sink in. At the mention of the bar patrons, Sebastian pressed his lips together tightly, thinking. He’d barely given them a second thought, but Porter had a point. Some of them may have been Evos, but most were human and that definitely would have raised red-flags for Charlie. She didn’t particularly like regular people getting hurt unless they were protecting an Evo from them.

He let out a sigh after a minute and glanced back at Porter. “I can start the fire back here and then you can run inside and evacuate the bar before it reaches civilians.” Sebastian answered, his hard stare almost unwavering. “Just don’t leave yet. I still need to plant the body while you’re inside and give you your new identity packets. And you’ll need to leave the city as soon as possible. Stay away for a few weeks to let things settle down so the rest of the Hunters don’t get suspicious.”

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“I.. I mean I can’t just...” Porter paused and looked at his bar. It was everything he and Don had been working towards for years, and now, because of stupid bigots it was going to go up in flames. “Is this the only way?” He asked, turning back to the man. It was all happening so quickly and the man was so formal, it felt like a sick dream. 

Lowering his thick brows, Po put his head in his hands then ran his fingers through his hair. “Okay, okay, I... Okay. But you gotta call the fire service before you make a single flame, right? No one in this bar is getting hurt because of me.” He protected Specials, the pub was a safe place for them, where would they go after tonight? 

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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“You’re in danger. Charlie, head of the Hunters, wants you dead.” He paused, giving Porter a hard stare before going on. “Almost came down and killed you himself, but Rebel sent me a message and I managed to intervene. Changed Charlie’s mind and volunteered for the job.” Sebastian took a deep breath and stood up a little straighter, his expression almost unchanging.

“I plan to fake your death. Truth be told, I’m not actually a Hunter. I’m undercover with the FBI and your Rebel seems to know that. I’ve worked with him once or twice before.” He stopped, glancing over his should as an alley cat ran through the streets and knocked closed some of the dumpster lids.

After a moment, he turned to Porter again. “We’re going to set your bar on fire. I have a dead body with your description at the ready; a serial killer the FBI took out a few days ago. He was shot in the head, so I’ll position him in the bar and set the place on fire. It’ll look like I shot you and burn the bar to the ground for good measure.”

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The more the stranger spoke, the more Po’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. This was a lot of information to take in, and it didn’t seem as though the guy was going to give him a chance to catch up. “Oh. Kay...” He held his hands close to his chest and looked around as if expecting some other random person to pop up. But if he wasn’t going to be given time to question what was going on, Porter just went with it.

“You want to burn my bar down?” Porter asked slowly, glancing back to the door he came out of. The fact that the Hunters wanted him dead wasn’t exactly surprising, but it still made his stomach churn. “It.. It’s full of people... Wont evacuating them on a Friday night be suspicious? I mean, you are going to evacuate, right?” Porter would rather let the Hunters kill him than risk his customers getting hurt by a fire.

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Witness Protection || Sebastian and Porter || V8 W3 || Friday Eve.

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After his texts with Charlie, Sebastian let out a shaky sigh. This was not how he’d expected his evening to go, but at least he’d been able to take the assignment and potentially save another person.  It only took him a fe hours to do some research on Porter, find a suitable body double, and pay off someone in the bureau to swap dental records. He was thinking maybe a fire at Porter’s bar would be the best way to cover up saving the man and giving Charlie what they wanted.

Sebastian showerd up at the pub a little later than expected, luckily catching Porter a few minutes later as the man took out the trash. “Porter Carrillo.” He called, canting his head to the side slightly. “I’m here on behalf of The Hunters… and Rebel. Can we have a word?”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to say it aloud, that he was here for Rebel, but he didn’t want Porter to run off either. He needed to hear what Sebastian before all of this played out. “It won’t take long and this needs to happen now. Before Charlie decides I’m taking too much time and comes out here herself.”

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Friday night had come round again, and the bar was bustling with activity. They never got too overcrowded at the Peach, which was probably better for business anyway. It was nice to see Specials mingling with Humans over alcohol and quiet music. 

A smile on his face, Porter stepped outside to empty the bins and get some fresh air. Just as he was about to head back inside, a deep voice from behind startled him. “That’s me..” He said cautiously, raising an eyebrow. 

And then he kept speaking. His stomach lurched for a second, before the stranger continued. Pausing, Porter stared at him with a clenched jaw, then nodded his head. “Okay... Why.. I mean, what can I do for you?”

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Nothing Better || Roan & Porter || V8 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

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Roan shrugged and smiled, twisting his face into some approximation of apologetic. “Sorry, can’t say I have.”

If this guy was writing about Specials he might be worth looking into, though. And this bartender might turn out to be a more useful investment than just killing time with a pretty face.

Roan said, “Either of you know much about them—Specials? Or is this more a fantasy, like with the vampires?”

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“Ah no worries, I’ll lie and tell him you recognized him anyway.” Po laughed, crossing his arms and shifting on his feet to a more comfortable position to talk to the guy. 

At his question, Porter quirked an eyebrow and thought for a moment. It was always risky to tall strangers about his ability, even in the pub. Given that he didn’t know enough about the stranger, and things were getting a bit tense with the Hunter situation, Po decided to hold his cards close to his chest. “Uh, yeah, he’s kind thrown himself into the community you could say. Gets his stories from real people and then exaggerates them.” Technically it wasn’t a lie, and therefore he could have it on his conscience no bother.

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Burn After Reading || Porter & Jenny || V8 W3 Thursday Morning

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His words gave her pause for a few moments. She didn’t really know what to say to that at first. “Maybe it starts off as revenge, but I think it becomes something else for them down the road. Like–an addiction.” Maybe a part of her was just looking for an excuse to continue what she was doing, but then another part of Jenny also believed what she’d said to be true. 

“If it were simple revenge, they would have killed one or two people and then stopped. This is more than just that. But…maybe you’re right about them being scared of us. That’s still no reason for them to go around killing us.” Jenny took a long drag of her drink, looking for another reason for some silence. After a moment, she let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll try. Like I’ve told you before.” Jenny gave a small smile and licked her lips. “I wish you’d stop worrying about me.”

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“I’m sorry-” Porter sighed and shook his head, attempting to smile slightly to lighten the mood. “I’m not saying you’re like them at all. Just, that it’s a slippery slope is all.” With that said, Po leaned his head on hand and let out a long breath, hoping that something he’d said would stick.

Smirking, Po looked up at Jenny. “I wish I’d stop worrying about you, but I’m afraid I’m a worrier. A chronic condition too.” He said, chuckling lightly.

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M*A*S*H reboot fancast: Oscar Isaac as Captain Hawkeye Pierce.

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Nothing Better || Roan & Porter || V8 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

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Roan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. “Live with a writer? That sounds…exhausting.”

He smiled, hoping that if he could ask the right question, he could keep the other man talking. Roan said, “They any good, the writer? I mean, are we talking long philosophical tracts about turning into a fly or the next best romantic paperback?” 

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Porter couldn’t stop himself laughing at the mere thought of Donny writing some smutty romantic novella for middle age women around the country. “No, unfortunately not. He’s more of a subnormal-people-in-normal-situations kind of writer. You know, vampires trying to get by in the modern world, or uh, more recently he’s been pretty fixated on Specials and their stories. Good writer, I just hope he doesn’t get so good that he can’t help around here.” he said with a smirk, suddenly wondering whether this stranger might have heard of him - it would make his friend smile later on if he had. “Donald O’Byrne? I hear he’s popular in some circles, but I don’t know.”

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Burn After Reading || Porter & Jenny || V8 W3 Thursday Morning

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Jenny nodded, thankful that they had found some way to avoid the Hunters for now. At least they were safe, but who knew how long that would last. What if that guy left? Or worse, what if he died? Then they’d all be screwed. “Well, I’m glad something’s working out for some of us.” She half-laughed, eyeing him thoughtfully a moment later.

His comment disturbed her a little, but there was also a part of Jenny that didn’t care. “I don’t plan on being like then, not entirely, but if we’re gonna beat them then we have to start thinking like they do. At least a little bit.” She sighed, leaning back in her chair and slowly crossing her arms. “Besides, it’s not like we’re hunting normal humans who are innocent. Just the ones who are trying to kill us.”

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“A lot of them would say the same thing.” He said, solemnly. Though  Porter was irrevocably on Jenny’s side, but he feared that if Rebel went down this path of violence, it would damage their overall message. “As far as I know, a lot of them only kill us out of revenge. Because some Special killed someone they cared about, whether intentionally or not. They’re scared of us, Jenny. And killing them isn’t exactly gonna change their minds about that.” 

But perhaps he was just delusional. Perhaps killing them was the only way. He knew why Jenny felt this way, he just could help but worry. Mostly for her safety; if she started killing Hunters, she’d only be higher up on their shit list. “All I’m saying is be careful, okay? Just be alright.”

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Burn After Reading || Porter & Jenny || V8 W3 Thursday Morning

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Porter’s offer made Jenny’s lips curl up into a smile. “Thanks, I really appreciate that and I’m sure Meredith will too. I have a feeling she’s going to be scared and probably shaking after the whole event. I know she was last time Charlie attacked her, or whoever it was from the Hunter before.”

After a moment, she got up and got a new drink before coming and sitting back in her chair. “Part of me wants to agree with you, but at the same time, I feel like if we take out their hub, or whatever you want to call it, then we can really damage them. It would be like taking away their orders. They’d have to hunt on their own, which would make them a lot easier to pick off one-by-one than as a group.”

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Po smiled softly and nodded, hoping that Mere would take him up on his offer, technically he wished that all Special’s could hide out in the Peach. “Well so far we’ve had no trouble from the Hunters, we got guy with tracking evasion so good it hides all the other people staying.” He explained, bringing his cup up to his lips to finish off his coffee. 

Biting his lip, Porter tried not to respond too negatively to what Jenny was saying, but he just couldn’t agree. “Careful, Jenny, you’re starting to sound like a real Hunter yourself.” He lowered his eyebrows and nudged his coffee cup  around the table. “I know we gotta get them, but we don’t want to get as bad as them.”

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Nothing Better || Roan & Porter || V8 W3 Wednesday Afternoon

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He huffed softly to himself and met the bartender’s eye, the ghost of a self-deprecating smile playing on Roan’s face. “It was,” he said. “My favourite, actually. I never travel without it, if I can help it.”

If he could, he preferred to be the one listening to the one talking, so he licked his lips and said, “You read much?”

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“Shame the other guy working here didn’t stop to talk to you, he loves a man who loves a book like that.” Porter chuckled, making a note to remember that, if this guy walked in again, he’d send Don his way.  

At Roan’s question, Porter sighed and shook his head, feigning sadness. “No, can’t say I do. I live with a writer, to read anyone else’s work would be an offence. He said, smirking.

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“But what does success mean? Could he have made a little more money? That would have been good. But he gets to play music his entire life, which is what he’s always wanted to do. Maybe he’s not touring around at 70, but he’s teaching new, young pickers how to play, and staying in MacDougal Street somewhere. Maybe for him that’s a deeper form of success.” — Oscar Isaac for Esquire (January 2014)

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Test of Strength || Porter & Benny || V8 W3 Thursday Evening

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“Not really,” Benny answered plainly. There was no point beating around the bush on this on, he was here to get something done, and he was gonna need Porter’s full cooperation if he was going to pull it off. 

Following behind, Benny’s mind ran a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out exactly how he was going to explain any of this to Porter in a way that wasn’t going to get hi punched, or thrown out. Once the door clicked behind them, Benny stood in the middle of the room awkwardly for a second, before sighing sharply and speaking. 

“You’re a Special. So do you know about the Hunters?”

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Porter led Benny into the back room, starting to feel a knot forming in his stomach. If something was wrong then of course he’d do what he could to help - just because Benny was a recent patron didn’t mean Po wouldn’t lend a hand in time of need. However, as the older man spoke again, he got the feeling that this wasn’t going to be a quick fix problem. 

Cautiously, Porter nodded his head and folded his arms. “I am, and I do. What’s this about?” He asked, his mind racing with all the possibilities. Was Benny another Special perhaps, on the run from the Hunters? That felt like the best possibility. Or maybe he was a journalist looking for a scoop, that would also be fine.