Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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it should of been the first place he should of gone to when he had first arrived. though for certain reason he figured it was better if he waited. it wasn't that he was afraid to return it was more he wasn't sure what he would find. what if after all this time they were still there? well, he knew for certain that the one individual he would find there. or maybe he would?
a few years had passed since that fateful night. perhaps he had gotten over it? perhaps that was just wishful thinking on jean's part. thoughts from that night still plagued him from time to time. he'd never get over that guilt, but he knew that it was all in the past and honestly there was nothing he could do about it.
jean sighed and picked himself off the couch. he couldn't stand being stuck inside for another minute. he always seemed to get restless when his thoughts wandered to the past. more often than not, he'd go out for a little stroll. though on occasion those little strolls had turned into something more then just a walk.
the entire time he was walking over there. he was still debating whether he should go. why now? what made him want to go now? why not tomorrow or some other day? again what was he expecting to find? if anyone was there he could just say hello. there wasn't too many things that made jean nervous, well things that he would openly admit to. right now the chance of seeing anyone from his past was currently one of them. despite telling himself he would love to see them. even if they did end up drifting apart.
though he had to admit how excited he had been when he had thought he had found him. sadly, it had not been who he was hoping to see. though it had surely been an interesting encounter. he hadn't been here for a couple of years, yet everything seemed so familiar. like he was picking up where he had left off. how many times had they all returned after a successful night? he stopped in front of the abandoned building. taking in the familiar sight. a part of him missed it or perhaps it really was the good times he had spent. he stood there a couple more seconds before making his way towards the back. the real entrance. he wondered if he would be able to make his way inside. trying wasn't going to hurt. everything seemed like it was where he had left it. had this place really been left untouched for so long? again another question that could be answered once he made his way inside.
a couple more steps and he was inside."home sweet home."he muttered to himself as he took the place in.
Silence encompassed the roads as thoughts swirled through Dexter's heads, the man fixating on them. It was a crisp, winter night where the air remained surprisingly pleasant despite how far winter came. Light snow drifted down from the grey clouds as the redhead drove through the outskirts of Lorsette in the old truck his father drove. Smoke swirled up from the end of his cigarette, the bitter taste of nicotine playing across his lips. There was a hum of music, a random radio station merely playing to remove the absolute silence created by winter. Each passing minute was a treasure trove of sorrowful thoughts, the redhead occasionally releasing a sigh while he flicked full ash into the half-filled tray. An entire year passed since the abrupt death of his parents, another quiet holiday from the endless grief inside the Adams Manor. He had adjusted to his parent’s death, but nonetheless felt the hefty burden of grief upon his guilty shoulders; he could have been a better son. There were plenty of opportunities to chose the morally right path, but instead, he proceeded down a string of crimes.
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He was sarcastic, rude and downright unpleasant at times to his parents. There were times he wished returning to the past was plausible, he would have changed his attitude, persuaded his parents to remain at home in hopes of avoiding the torment of their death; they never deserved. The redhead's parents were gracious, loving and always willing to display affection despite his criminal attitude at the time. They were people attempting to raise their misbehaving son to become a better man instead of a miscreant behind thick iron bars; locked in a cold cell, afraid of the consequences which could arrive. A sorrowful sigh breached through Dexter's lips, a hand releasing the wheel to push up his glasses and flick more ashes into the tray. After getting arrested and feeling the intense impact of his parent's death, he was determined to become better, but something nagged him. Those days spent around a gang of criminals in their old hideout lingered in his mind, causing the redhead to wonder if they still remained in the outskirts of Lorsette.
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The chance to explore the abandoned building where they ritual gathered to pursue criminal activity was an excellent excuse to leave home prior to another conversation over his parent's company; he remained indecisive about his future. The frequent attempts by his uncle to involve him in the Adams' business were bothersome, disturbing the young man and meddling with his mourning time. Once near the abandoned building, Dexter parked the truck near the sidewalk, his eyes staring over the abandoned building, a former sanction for the Scarlet Ghosts. Did they perhaps still linger, or did they truly become ghosts? A soft sigh escaped his lips as the bespectacled man wished he could avoid returning to their old base. Only a few moments were spent to complete the cigarette before Dexter smothered it against the plastic tray, snuffing out the flame. Slowly, he opened the driver side door, glancing back a moment to gather his valuables alongside the precious key. There were plenty of thieves in the area, thus risking a chance to be stolen from was forbidden. After the doors were closed, the redhead locked the doors, keeping the windows up.
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In a slow shuffle, he hopped onto the sidewalk, rounding the corner into the nearby alleyway; the hidden entrance to their sanctuary. As steps proceeded, Dexter questioned his motivations for being here as he moved closer. Entering the alleyway brought notes of fear and nostalgia, although, the redhead guessed it was enjoyment for horror which returned him to the abandoned building. Despite it being their safety throughout their crimes, the building always possessed a creepy vibe to it, especially when deciding to enter alone. Furthermore, the lust of familiarity dragged him closer; he wanted a dose of something consistent or perhaps a reminder of why he should never return to crime. When he arrived at the old door, Dexter paused, staring at the threshold he crossed numerous nights after successful missions. Over a year ago, he decided to quit the criminal lifestyle, opting to improve himself and learn to become a decent person. While there were handfuls of people aware of his case and stating change was impossible, Dexter was determined to prove them wrong.
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His hand touched the cold doorknob, resulting in the redhead shivering a moment before finally twisting it. Tentatively, the door was pushed open, the rusty hinges squealing out a complaint which would be ignored. A few steps were taken inside, hesitance obvious in Dexter's movements as he entered the abandoned building and closed the ancient door behind him. The place was filled with memories, but ones the redhead wished to forget.
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]@jean [break] 800 Words
he seemed to walk in at the right time. the snow started to fall and he was glad. the last thing he needed was to leave footprints behind. though honestly who would care? to anyone else it was just a random abandon building. to the right people, it was something more than that. it had been jean's home for a quite sometime. they each had worked their magic and managed to have electricity and running water. he remained at the entrance for a few more minutes, afraid of what he would find or the lack there of.
though it did seem exactly how he had left it. well, when he had left. he had been the first to go after all. grabbing the essentials and taking off. he did wonder who remained till the very end. walking towards a set of stairs, he figured the first place he would check would be what he had claimed as his room. not that he left anything very important behind.
it's the only place he felt comfortable checking out? it wasn't like him to invade people's privacy. which that in of it self was pretty hilarious considering what he did to survive. he had flipped the light switch on and it seemed to be flickering here and there. honestly he was surprised the lights even came on. whether they stayed here or not, each member had their own little area to do whatever the pleased.
he walked into the meeting area. apart from the dust it looked exactly how he had last seen it. it puzzled him, sure they kept this place pretty secure, but why was everything still here? okay so most of the electronics were gone, but he really couldn't blame them. better things for them then to just sit here and collect dust. he was still roaming around, not entering his room yet when he heard something. was it a door? he looked around and moved to hide. maybe someone was still here and they have been clearly been neglecting to dust? or perhaps after they had all left someone else moved in? so many possibilities. he knew there was only one way to find out. the question was should he play it safe and see who else is inside or just go find out.
Their base had everything when it was still operational, including a gang of people who allegedly cared immensely about one another. After plenty of work, the abandoned building became a functional and excellent hideout for the criminals to accomplish their dastardly deeds. Safety was simply assured here despite the abandoned and rundown appearance of the building. Entering the abandoned hideout was similar to a horror movie, some of the lights down the distant hallway flickering in a sinister manner. Dust and dirt coated the interior, making it obvious the cleaning was neglecting, but the lack of recent footsteps was off-putting. Based on the condition the abandoned home was left in a state which suggested it was inhabited for a few years, which was strange considering the flickering lightbulb. Should the light had been left on before abandoned, it certainly would have lost power by now. There was a slight elevation of heart rate from merely entering the peculiar scene, although, Dexter enjoyed the notions of horror. He could always teleport home should he find himself in a deadly company.
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Considering the loudness of the door, Dexter assumed his presence was announced as a result. A breath was drawn in, before being released in an extensive exhale. The rapid nature of his heartbeat in the presence of fear was useless, especially should the other person have an excellent sense of hearing. The redhead proceeded forward slowly, attempting to keep his footsteps quiet and his mind sharp. While Dexter was definitely mediocre at best, he could still defend himself with the assistance of his shadow manipulation; the darkness of the house would assist in such notions. The slow progress was spent listening, the bespectacled man placing an ear against each door to monitor the sounds inside until being satisfied. As he proceeded through the abandoned building, he grew closer to where the light emitted from, the old meeting room where everybody would gather for plans. A single dim light while they looked over a blueprint he managed to get, and after a few moments of relaying the plan Dexter created himself, they would leave to perform their parts.
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They were successful under most occasions, alas, the betrayal Dexter became victim to resulted in him leaving. The sense of friendship built through being apart of the Scarlet Ghosts vanished in an instant, the redhead resenting his involvement with the group entirely. Cautiously, the bespectacled man entered the meeting room, even flicking the light off to increase the darkness, his night vision cutting through the darkness like a knife. The dust alongside some minor wall damages caused before they used the abandoned building was quickly detected, but from his position, he was unable to see anyone. There was a pause as Dexter moved further into the room, summoning darkness to his hand as he moved.
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"... Hello?" The redhead called.
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Constantly, his amber eyes glanced around the area, taking a vantage point where he could see both direction somebody could come from, but also where he could quickly retreat into the shadows. While the truck was important, Dexter knew his life was more valued; he just prayed he was not risking it.
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]@jean [break] 527 Words
it seemed like him choosing to hide had backfired on him. whoever this person was had turned off the lights. either he could continue to hide where he was, which for one wasn't that great of a hiding spot to begin with. or two he could clumsily stumble out. there really wasn't much of anything that could emit light. he had almost forgotten about his phone. he reached into his back pocket and pulled it out without turning it on.
was he really going to expose himself so easily? it's not like he could escape. well he could, but he was curious to see who had returned. was it a former member or someone new? it would be interesting to say the least if it was someone new. the curiosity got the better of him.
jean wasn't the best fighter, but he could hold his own to an extent, besides he really didn't think there would be a fight involved. nothing a little chat couldn't solve right? jean did have a way with words, well when he wanted to. when he heard them call out. he hadn't expected them to be so close. clearly they were in the same room.
jean cleared his throat, turning the flashlight on his phone before stepping out. his attention wasn't to blind the person with the light. it was aimed at his feet before slowly moving it up. the last thing he needed was to trip over things while he revealed his location was it him? that voice sounded familiar, but yet he wasn't certain. how long had he been searching for him? well, honestly he really wasn't looking that hard. instead he was hoping they would run into each other out on the streets. of course there would always be the possibility that he could of left this town. he had yet to spot the source of the voice."hello."jean simply replied.
There was a slight palpitation in Dexter's chest as he observed the main area. He could only hear the pounding of his heart as he searched the darkness. Spiders webs conquered the corners, suggesting the 8-legged creatures moved in afterwards. In the pause of silence, he could also listen to the slight whistle of the wind outside as he searched for any movement beyond where he stood. The redhead's breaths were extensive as he attempted to soothe himself in preparation for a possible fight. While he learned basic self-defence, Dexter was mediocre when it arrived at the skill. When using his darkness manipulation, he could use shields and his teleportation for escape, although, he prayed he would not be forced into such a situation. Teleporting home would result in exhaustion from the maneuver, which his grandparents would inevitably discover when he ceased answering their texts; they would only worry more. He kept darkness near to attack should he require defence or attack. Light poured from a hidden location as the individual in question created a momentary glare in Dexter's vision.
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There was a greeting which sounded familiar, Dexter watching where the light came from, his eyes adjusting to the brightness. Immediately, the redhead's eyes widened as he noticed THAT familiar face. Out of all the Scarlet Ghosts, the bespectacled man had wished to avoid the dark-haired leader if possible; he even planned to bail should he even hear his voice. He despised Jean Moren, especially after being abandoned and left for the police. There was a switch in attitude from seeing the siren, Dexter allowing the dark formation to dissipate.
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"OUT OF ALL THE FUCKING PEOPLE!" Dexter shouted, cursing from his anger.
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An unpleasant reunion between himself and Jean was unwarranted in the gifted man's opinion. There was hope the dark-haired man had decided to leave town and never returned, but this instance made it apparent he did not possess any luck. Instead of remaining in the main room, Dexter turned away and headed towards the door again; he refused to be in Jean's presence again. The Scarlet Ghosts had abandoned him, allowing him to be handcuffed and placed into the back of a police vehicle, and Dexter refused to forgive them for it. Perhaps he was stubborn, but after being betrayed, the redhead felt a wall was build between him and his former friends.
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]@jean [break] 395 Words
he couldn't help, but laugh. how long had he been hoping to see him and here he was now. who would of know that all he had to do was show up back here. as soon as dex had laid eyes on him the darkness started to fade away. as this happened jean turned off his phone and placed it back into his pocket."welcome home darling!"jean said as he rushed towards the redhead.
he didn't want him to leave just yet. they had so much to catch up on. though it was clear that he was still very much upset with how things had ended between them. though it's not like he could blame him. jean was weak and he couldn't save him. of course it wasn't like jean was going to apologize. it's not like it would make a difference. the damaged had been done and he knew that was probably something that dex was going to hold onto the rest of his life.
honestly he couldn't blame him. had he been in his shoes then maybe he would of felt the same. though jean was no stranger to betrayal. he had been through it countless times. sure it still hurt, but it didn't matter he wasn't going to let himself dwell on that feeling."i guess it's your lucky day."jean continued a smile on his face.
he was never going to be serious with him. his intentions were always hidden behind jokes and laughter. he was just happy he got to see him once more. he looked like he was doing alright."you're not still made are you? let's kiss and make up."jean told him with a wink. he wasn't even sure what he was doing? stall for more time? yes, but why? it was evident that dexter wasn't planning on talking. hell, what would they even talk about? jean never knew when to quite. he continued speaking."you came back. surely that must mean you missed me."he said with a chuckle.
There was once a time where Dexter could enjoy Jean's presence, he even went lengths to be tempted into the more lustful affairs the leader provided, however, he never agreed. The redhead's family consistently informed him there was somebody out there for everyone, and as cheesily they stated it, he decided to reserve himself for that special someone. Nowadays, he was overzealous he never agreed to the licentious interactions with the dark-haired man; the betrayal the bespectacled man faced continued to sting. Nowadays, he preferred the company the incredible blue-haired man he discovered in the library, finding him to be rather attractive and to frequently lurk in his thoughts. He cared about Maxi, especially considering their first interaction proved to be rather magical. The wooden floor creaked as Dexter turned away from Jean, planning to leave immediately after discovering his former leader; he could not tolerate the man's presence anymore. From the moment he opened the door, the redhead should have known this was a horrible and idiotic idea.
When Jean rushed him, Dexter attempted to speed up his steps, the welcoming back to base resulting in an eye roll. He should have stayed home and maybe texted his crush for a few hours or played some video games.
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"Leave me alone, Jean!" He snapped loudly.
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The redhead glanced back towards the siren, eyes narrowed into a glare when his former leader stated it was his "lucky" day. There was a pause in Dexter's steps to turn towards Jean, the gifted man crossing his arms while he glanced over the dark-haired man. Not much had changed about Jean, which was strangely bothersome considering the behaviour the man displayed when they were both apart of the Scarlet Ghosts.
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"Jean, you of all people should know you are the LAST person I wanted to see," he snapped back. "Also, I am not joining your stupid gang again!"
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While the current condition of the abandoned building suggested nobody remained in the Scarlet Ghosts, Dexter wanted to make certain the dark-haired knew he did not return to join again. The first time was disastrous and the redhead was somebody who would hold a grudge should he be provided with a reason; he considered betrayal an ample reason. When Jean suggested kissing and making up, the bespectacled man rolled his eyes before turning away to head back towards the door. Nothing appeared to have changed about their leader based on their current meeting, thus the introvert was not willing to engage in conversation. The next comment resulted in Dexter pausing as he glanced back to shoot a glare towards Jean.
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"I WOULD NEVER MISS YOU! I just heard a rumour you guys disbanded and wanted to check it out," Dexter rebuked.
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His arms had drifted to his sides when he returned to walking, the redhead's fists clenched tight. He could not tolerate Jean anymore, especially after being abandoned for the RCMP to capture and send to jail. If his parents had not been courteous enough to bail him out, he would have been locked in a cell for days.
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jean hadn't be the type to hesitant. he wanted something he went for it. the same could be said about dexter. he found the red head simple adorable. had it been love at first sight? had it been love at all? compared to the rest of them he seemed so innocent. yet that didn't stop him from flirting with dexter. all he knew was that dexter made him feel different. he wasn't up to his typical games. he was playful, but cautious. the last thing he wanted was to lose dexter. though it was rather funny, he'd lost him anyways.
he wasn't going to deny seeing him now brought back those foolish feelings, but that was nothing more than just that."oh come on. i won't kiss you unless you want me too."jean said with a chuckle. he couldn't help, but find humor in everything."so you don't want to catch up?"jean said as he trailed behind dexter. he wasn't going to force him to stay.
jean rolled his eyes."oh please, who were you expecting to see? don't worry your pretty little head about that. i didn't come back to gather all the members back."though why exactly had he come back? maybe it was because this town had felt like home once? though the current situation left something to be desired. that thought never crossed his mind. not even when he stepped foot inside this place. things were never going to be back to the way they were before and he was okay with that.
"do you really hate me that much? i mean i missed you too buddy."jean said with a smile on his face."still curious as ever i see."though it had surprised him to hear he wanted to see if that was true."im sorry we left you behind."he told him honestly. everyone knew the risks, but dexter was the last person he wanted to see get hauled away. he was also the one with least experience. no matter how many times jean would claim it wasn't entirely his fault, he knew that it was. he failed all of them, especially dexter.
he was a couple of years too late with that apology, but he regretted leaving him behind. didn't matter if he tried to explain, dexter had the right to be mad. though at the time he had thought it was the worst thing that could of happened. not that he was so quick to betray people, but he felt like dexter could do better."should i say it again?"he said before continuing to speak."look, i don't expect you to forgive me. i just want you know."
Being around Jean could always manage to leave Dexter fuming as a result, or anybody associated with the Scarlet Ghosts in complete honesty. There would be no forgetting the evening he was arrested by RCMP forces for breaking and entering and theft of several accounts from their beliefs he was associated with several other crimes. The call to leave arrived, the redhead had paused a moment to steal the final item while everybody else filtered out the door. The soft click of the door closing before the bespectacled turned, leisurely walking towards the door with the genuine belief he would escape, then sudden snap. There was a skip in his heart when he sprinted to the door, turning the handle desperately, but it refused to move. The lock was attempted which displayed a similar resistance. He remembered frantically knocking on the door, shouting for release in hopes somebody would hear or the gang would return, but there was merely silence. There were limited choices and Dexter attempted in each, praying to any gods listening that he could escape the locked up building, however, nothing was accomplished in time. Loud sirens blared as red and blue lights flashed until finally, the RCMP entered and cuffs snapped around his wrists.
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It resulted in Dexter being unable to trust the Scarlet Ghosts, the redhead completely cutting ties. They were fortunate he refused to snitch, considering it was solely for the bespectacled man's safety alongside the remainder of his family. Thus being around Jean, the leader of the group, resulted in a wave of immense anger considering there was a chance the dark-haired man gave the command despite his flirtatious attempts. There was always a vague difference to the attitude Jean displayed towards him, resulting in Dexter's belief about the possibility of the man demanding for the door to be jammed. The mention of not kissing him unless asked resulted in the redhead rolling his eyes in doubt. From what he knew about his former leader, he was extreme flirtatious and lustful of other people, which remained a frequent concern to Dexter; he never wanted to become a meagre fling. The following questions resulted in the redhead's amber's eyes glancing back, a pause to his step.
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"What do you think I want to do?" He stated snarkily at Jean. "And HOPEFULLY NOT YOU!"
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Afterwards, he slowly proceeded forward, eyes fixating onto the door ahead which he regretted entering. The redhead twisted the doorknob, hearing the question about hate while his blood boiled, but he ignored Jean. The door was cracked open, a squeal erupting from the hinges of the door. Naturally, he despised the dark-haired man since the betrayal, but the apology ceased his movements. The redhead's amber's eyes glanced towards his shoes, glaring, allowing the anger to boil after being provided an apology years after being left behind. When Jean spoke again, Dexter's gaze did not shift as he hastily spoke.
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"Then why was the door jammed?" The redhead snapped rudely. "As far as I am concerned, I was betrayed and left behind!"
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Immediately after finishing, Dexter walked through the threshold of the door, intending to leave instead of listening to Jean's obnoxious voice. Nothing could heal those rotten wounds of betrayal and the mental scars left on Dexter's mind. Trust became a difficult, valuable thing to provide because of the horrible occurrence that evening. There would be no forgiveness given, nor did Dexter possess plans to ever provide it.
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everything had been going according to plan. there were things in place just in case something went wrong. nothing major. simply if the authorities caught wind of what they were doing. though you think they would of had this shit down by now. then again, not ever house was the same. there was always the possibility that there would be something that they overlooked or something new was simply added to the equation.
out of all of them, jean looked out for dexter the most. he couldn't help it. he was the one that was least experienced and perhaps the feelings he had been harboring towards the redhead could have played a part in him being a tad protective towards him. not that he was openly displaying this type of behavior. when it came to his feelings towards dexter, jean was conflicted.
jean continued to follow dexter despite him trying to do his best to escape. he simply smiled at his words."feisty as ever i see."he wasn't about to let him leave so easily. not after all this time. he knew that dexter would never forgive him, but that didn't mean jean didn't want to see if dexter was doing alright after all this time. he wasn't expecting any sort of miracle to happen. he opened the door and jean knew that dexter was closer to leaving than staying.
maybe it was better to let him leave. surely he didn't want to be reminded of their betrayal. though he didn't go through the door. jean had been all smiles, chasing his lovely mouse. that smile soon faded and a look of confusion replaced it. the door was jammed? as far as he knew besides the untimely discovery, everyone had managed to make it out. he stayed quiet for a few seconds. not sure how to respond."what are you talking about? why would the door be jammed?"it didn't matter what jean could say. how was he going to prove he was telling the truth.
jean quickly ran after him."i went back for you..."he quickly regretted the words that had left his mouth. he had gone back though he had been too late. how was he suppose to know. he should of kept a closer eye on dexter. there was nothimg more he could say. he hadn't expected their reunion to end like this. hell, he wasn't expecting much of one. so it seemed like maybe things were just going according to someone's plan."tell me what i would gain with you getting caught? do you honestly think im that type of person. i care about you..all of you. tell my why you think i would just toss you aside?"jean should of stayed quiet, but after hearing those words he couldn't. when he had ever given anyone that vibe, that he was the type to leave them behind willingly. that he was the type to use people and toss them aside when he didn't need them anymore. he cared about them, they had been the closet thing to family."maybe you're just ashamed you got caught."he spat back."i mean your skills weren't that great to begin with."
Handling Jean easily took a mental toll on the introvert, Dexter completely unprepared to handle his lusty former leader. There would always be difficulty in conversing with individuals who sparked endless amounts of frustration. Perhaps once he could have smoothly handled Jean, but since the horrible betrayal which resulted in him being caught by law enforcement, Dexter struggled to not become exhausted by his company. Somebody jammed the door, leaving him hopelessly trapped inside the establishment without a proper means of escape. While the redhead failed to be incredible in thievery, he knew his way around locks, even going lengths to learn how to become an excellent lock picker. Despite being high on the excitement of committing crimes, he oftentimes forced himself to obey the words of retreat rather than being uncooperative. Thus, Dexter believed the entire situation was an orchestrated sabotage. There were no other possibilities in the redhead’s mine considering how quickly the lock was jammed. Everybody of the Scarlet Ghosts has retreated ahead of him, the group being the select few aware of Dexter’s presence in the building. Nobody would linger around to jam the door’s lock without a reason, thus the redhead proceeded to adamantly believe Jean no longer desired his company.
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There was always a difference in treatment which Jean provided whenever it arrived at the bespectacled redhead. Ultimately, Dexter wondered if their dark-haired leader felt differently about him; his suspicions proven correct when he was left behind, a scapegoat for their plans. An annoyed glare was aimed towards Jean after the feisty comment, the redhead believing he possessed every right to be infuriated him.
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“SHUT UP!” He shouted back towards the dark-haired man.
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Vexation was evident in the redhead’s words as he snappily responded to Jean. If the siren was searching for those heated words, Dexter would easily supply because of the anger flowing through his veins. His amber eyes remained narrowed, an anger expression touching his face as he scowled at Jean. There were minor notes of pain sparked in the palms of his hands as he kept his fists clenched, but he refused to throw a punch. A breath was sucked into the depths of his lungs, cold from the effects of winter, but nonetheless held. For an instant, he closed his eyes and released before proceeding to step forward. The redhead would always hold a deep seething hatred for his former leader, but he refused to get worked up in front of Jean; his comments suggested him attempting to purposefully anger him. Unfortunately, there was little avail when the dark-haired man questioned his story about the door being jammed. The bespectacled man forced himself to keep going, believing Jean was playing dumb for the sake of maintaining information. As he proceeded forward, he heard the footsteps following as he crossed through the threshold of their old base.
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There was an eye roll as Jean decided to inform him about attempting to go back for him. For Dexter, it was impossible to believe, especially considering the jammed lock which got him arrested had to be accomplished by somebody amidst the gang. As the words proceeded, the redhead ceased moving, remaining silent as Jean continued to speak.
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"I AM TELLING YOU! IT WAS FUCKING JAMMED!" He insisted, despising Jean's reaction to his story. "SOMEONE JAMMED IT, AND CONSIDERING YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, I THINK IT WAS YOU! YOU ALWAYS TREATED ME DIFFERENTLY! I WOULDN'T DOUBT IF I WAS JUST SOME SCAPEGOAT!"
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Words were spoken loudly, making it evident Dexter's temperament was rising from the conversation. Hatred fueled his words, accompanied by hurtful, bitter feelings of betrayal which manifested that unfortunate evening. There were no doubts in Dexter's mind that Jean had betrayed him, the redhead genuinely believing his former leader decided to be dishonest; all criminals became trained liars. There were callous remarks, the dark-haired man having the audacity to state he lacked skill.
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"I know how to pick a goddamn lock! YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT!" Dexter screamed at him. "SO SCREW YOU, JEAN! I AM DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT LIES, YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!"
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There was no more hesitation as Dexter stomped off, leaving the alleyways with intentions to return to his vehicle and head home. Exploring their former base proved to be a disastrously horrible idea considering the man he discovered inside the once pleasant and familiar walls. Hastily, the redhead exited the alleyway, fists angrily clench, body slouched forward and a bitter countenance; he wished he just stayed home.
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jean prided himself in being able to keep his cool, even during the most stressful situations. he could be serious, but he could usually be found laughing or smirk during times of stress. it wasn't that he wasn't worried or taking things serious, he just found it pointless to panic during times like that. even know, he continued to poke fun at the redhead. he enjoyed his reactions. he knew the words that were directed at him were meant to hurt. at times they did and now would be one of those times.
how did he not see that coming? of course, he would be blamed. how cruel fate or karma, or whatever you wanted to call it could be. jean cared so much for the boy and yet there was nothing he could do that would ever make things right. it felt like no matter what he did he could never win. he laughed because anything else seemed stupid.
he truly had no idea why the door had been jammed. could it of been one of the others? or maybe something had gone wrong? there was no sense in wondering why now? nothing he could say was going to change dexter's mind. he was determined that it was jean. he could try to tell him that he believed him. why wouldn't he believe him? dexter was never the type to lie about anything. he remained quiet as dexter continued to bombard him with accusations.
not all of them were far off. yes, jean had treated dexter differently. though clearly his intentions had been misinterpreted. jean was so stupid. maybe if he had managed to sleep with the boy those stupid feels of love or whatever conflicting emotions he felt for him, maybe they would have simply vanished after he got what he wanted. the very thing he tried to avoid happened to dexter. out of all of them, he was the last one he wanted to see locked up. not saying that he wanted the others to get locked up. dexter was different compared to them. in jean's eyes, dexter was better than them.
"of course you would think that."jean said finding his voice. he was done. he could think whatever he wanted. if that made him feel better than so be it. jean would be the villain."but not some scapegoat. i don't usually go after scapegoats when im trying to have some fun."jean said with a smirk. he was ready for this conversation to be over.
jean was hurt and what do most people doe when they get hurt. they want to share that pain. he knew dexter skills were great. had he been below average he wouldn't of wasted him time getting him to join the scarlet ghosts. jean simply shrugs in response. the smirk that had been on his lips had long since left his face. he tried his best to keep a neutral expression with dexter's final words. traitor. he figured he wasn't the only one that probably thought that.
he probably made himself seem even more suspicious, packing his things and leaving without a word. he watched dexter angrily walk away. there was a part of him that wanted to beg him to believe him and another that told him he shouldn't be so stupid to stoop so low. what was he going to gain out of embarrassing himself even further?
what he had he been expecting? to waltz back into town and have everyone accept him with open arms? maybe he was right, maybe it was all his fault. this was clearly not the happy reunion he had been hoping for.
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