#inter; ethan

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open -> ethan;;

  “What’s in it for me?”

Ethan wasn’t the type of person to help someone out of the kindness of his heart. Hell, some would doubt he even had a heart to begin with. Cruel with a pretty face, and an ego to match, even his sister had a hard time dealing with him. 

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@caustic-c​; continued from X;;

          “Right--- anyone ever tell you, you’re really creepy? Like, on a atomic level...” He took a step back from the other, though did his best to appear unfazed. “I can’t, for the life of me, understand why my sister likes you so much. You just--- You gotta chill, man.”

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@fearsbane; continued from X ---> Ethan;;

                    “---No? How ‘bout self-righteous? Smug?” He paused, smile growing as he raised a brow, trying to get more of a reaction out of the other. “---Traitor?” Oh, yeah, he heard the stories, don’t think he hadn’t. And this, this is what Ethan did when he felt cornered; he instigated. “---You’re the one they call the Prophet, right?”

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OPEN ---> ETHAN;;

          “---Do you ever shut up?” He didn’t know what else to do. He’d made his disinterest clear, bluntly told them off, walked away--- hell, the only thing he hadn’t done was resorted to violence. And don’t get him wrong, Ethan was by no means a violent man, but enough was enough, you know? Unfortunately for him, despite his best efforts the man clearly wasn’t getting it, or didn’t care, and continued to talk, basically holding him hostage for whatever the hell this was--- it was getting ridiculous. “---No? Right, got’cha.” 

With an irritated huff, he brought his bottle of beer to his lips. Chugging it probably wasn’t the best of ideas, but here we were. Eyes drifted around the room, looking anywhere but his present company before feeling a hand tighten around his arm causing him to roughly yank it away; bumping into someone in the process. 

                                             “---God, just fuck off already!” 

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@poisonpicked​ said: 

“You alright?” (jax to ethan)

He had been looking for a mechanic for what felt like hours. Ella was off, who knows where, doing God knows what; he just wanted to hurry up, get the tires changed and get the hell out of here. Something about small towns always freaked him out. He didn’t trust them. Too many secrets, not enough cell phone reception. He couldn’t even call a tow out here to help him. Meaning his search had been on foot, him walking about five miles into town. His sister could have helped, but he wouldn’t let her... and now he’d come up empty; the locals seeming to distrust him about as much as he did them. No sister, no mechanic; way to go, Ethan! 

Doing his best to keep his cool, he sighed. 

         “---Yeah, fine, just trying to find the mechanic... Any ideas?”

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@wanderlustmuses​​; continued from X;;

               “---A fun chain of events or a total catastrophe.” He was being dramatic and totally kidding, well, kinda, but the other’s teasing did seem to bring a smile to his face. Though, it remained to be seen if he would allow that to be a good thing or not. Sure, he had a pretty face and the charm to match, when he wanted, but no one ever claimed he was nice. 

                                        “---Why do you care anyway?”

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“Seems like I’m living the wrong life. This isn’t what I want.” (From Amber to Ethan)

@amity-and-enmity; Ethan —> Amber;;

               “—So change it.” Ethan was hardly the person to give out advice. He had an attitude about him that tended to put most people off. After recent events though, he’d changed. He was still an asshole, but a coward? Not so much, not anymore. Almost losing his sister had been a real eye opener; one that had caused him to take some much needed action, in his opinion. He would no longer allow his life to be ruled by others. No, he intended to do something about it! “—Who’s gonna stop you?”

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@faultyfealty; s.c.---> Ethan;;

          “---You wanted to see me, sir?” 

That last bit was something only used for this job. Give people an inkling of respect and they tended to want to keep you around. He’d been working here for a good two weeks now as technical support, but honestly, he was more than a little frustrated with it. As much as he needed this job, well, you wouldn’t believe how many people he’d had call him for something stupid like ‘not being able to open their email’ or ‘I turned on sticky keys by accident’. Sure, he could answer those questions, but they always wanted him to come down to their office and do it for them; it was ridiculous. These people were supposed to be educated, right? Would it have killed them to take a computer basics class? 

This was a new one though. Mr. Summers. He supposed it was bound to happen eventually, but the request form hadn’t even fully been filled out, so Ethan wasn’t really sure what to expect. Though, from what he’d seen, he doubted it’d be any sort of challenge to him.