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{{ “J” // J Huntington III. As I said before- what he lacked in real substance he filled with an irresistable air of confidence that made you forget anything truly negative. Sam and J clicked really fast- J brought excitement and something a bit normal and grounded in a very new life Sam was adjusting to, while Sam brought something for J to look forward to every day. Something to do, you could say.

J convinced Sam that they didn’t need labels for their relationship early on. That giving things a word would ‘seriously put a weight on the vibe of things, and things are just going so well, yknow? Who needs a word for us?’ 

But, as the summer went on and the air started to chill as fall closed in, Sam longed for a definite answer. To him, words did mean something- labels meant stability, which he desperately needed in his new life. So one day, he mustered up the courage to finally ask J to be his... boyfriend.

J Huntington III almost immedidately laughed it off, and sharply rejected him. 

“ Jesus, man- what the hell is with you? This is what always happens with people like you- you whine about how you need something concrete and think that’ll give you some storybook sense of contentment- but you don’t even realize that all of that is just bullshit. Guys like me- the ones who know that the minute you fuckin’ settle is the minute you start fuckin’ dying- we’re the only ones with half a fuckin’  sense of things, Sam. I’m living- I’ll live forever- but you’re already dying.”

J walked off, seemingly unphased by everything, back towards the docks. Once again, that cold, familar feeling swept over the island again. }}

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{{ “First Summer” // A few key things happened that first summer in Windenburg, albeit maybe not that exciting. Saved up enough for a little tv ( a penguin!! ) although he barely watched it- but it made things feel a bit homier.

The agency contacted him again, as well, with a few small operations to take care of in Windenburg. Luckily, as he requested, they were mostly quick survelience missions he did either from the island itself or from places not too far from Windenburg. After that long hiatus, Sam was occasionally back to old business. Suit and tie, the occasional ‘business, but not business’ trip, takeout in safehouses. But he managed, and saved up enough to at least fix that damn kitchen up a little.

In the second half of the summer, after taking a night off to go clubbing on the mainland- he also met someone. J Huntington III. Trust fund kid from Oasis Springs in Windenburg for work, and play. Mostly the second one, truthfully. He was a good kisser and a suave talker and managed to find a way to constantly brighten the worst of days up a little bit more. Finally, the island started to feel a little less lonely. }}

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{{ Yo- there’s a gym a quick boat ride away on the shore and sim-Sam spent a bit of time there the first few days in windenburg. Mostly because of all the free amenities there. (Also, the boys. Those too.) 

he’s so cheery everytime he works out and I’ve gotta be sure to get him back into shape- considering his line of work that technically was a big reason he came to the island in the first place-.. }}

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{{ LISTEN. So- Sergio is one of the few other neighbors on the other side of the island where there are some pricier homes. He came over to say hey on the second day on the island and one thing led to another I guess. I’m not actually invested in Sergio because he just... doesn’t really offer much personality wise but he’s cute and a little neighborly indulgence never killed anyone, right? 😎 }}

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{{ “Day 1″ // Dropped off on the windenburg island via a quiet but kind boat driver named Earl- he mentioned something about how he was happy someone finally bought the big plot of land on the upper edge of the island. Talked about how the last person to live there was a fisherman who came all the way from San Mayshuno. “ He was a successful CEO who thought he had everything he’d wanted..but he wasn’t happy. So one day he sold his penthouse, liquified his assets and bought a tiny fishing shack on the island off the coast of Windenburg. Came with a whole lot of land too, but he never did anything to it or built on it. He was always content just.. fishing, and relaxing on the beach, watching the waves.”

Sam, however, had plans- to build on the beautiful land, or start to at least. He wanted to make something of the tiny fishing shack. Starting over here- he could see the parralels in his own life to the soul-searching fisheman, but instead of staying content with what he had- he would only be content if he could truly make his mark on the island in some way. 

Walking up to the small shack, he realized that the pictures he was sent of it must have been a bit dated. It wasn’t in too bad of shape, of course- but it was absolutely missing a few amenities. Nothing a little hard work couldn’t help, though. It was a good start. A building block for something great, he hoped.

Kicking on the fusebox again- he felt cool air pump into the muggy shack from somewhere. Musty smelling, a little gross, but humbling at worst. Something about it felt familiar and reminded him of home in some way. Old home- his first home. Nothing anymore but a fleeting memory with a bitter sting of something sad attatched to it now. The shack was small, not quite cozy but not quite cramped- somewhere between the two for sure. A dusty cot sat in the corner in a cutaway room. To the right of the door he came into was a small area- an old sink and an aged fridge. At the very least, it still worked. Just needed to be cleaned out and wiped down and it would be right as rain.

As he sat on the bed, something bumped his leg from underneath it. A fishing rod- old, but still intact- and a tacklebox with the letters ‘H.L’ on it. He brushed away the dust, and sifted carefully through the old box, filled with lots of faded rubber baits and hooks- some a little rusty, but a few just faded. Looking out the window down at the beach, he knew what he’d be spending his afternoon doing right away.//

Later that night, perhaps not as happy with the turnout of his first fishing attempt as he could be, he stood in front of a makeshift bonfire he made, warming up against the cold breeze of the waves. He was glad to be here finally- even if the circumstances that brought him were strange in their own right. But- nothing could really quell the nagging feeling of lonliness he felt still. Maybe- eventually, he could. But not now. He turned back to the fire, and focused on the flickering embers as the sound of cold water hitting the dock nearby filled the air. // }}