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Started September 17, 2022 by Deleted user

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Name: Willow Term

Gender: male/straight

Age: 20

Looks: (I'll upload a pic of him soon) he's about 5'9"

Background: was left at a church when he was a baby, he started working odd jobs when he was 11 and after some years started working his current job

Job: he tracks and gathers information on targets

Ability: he can change his appearance, height, voice but if someone strikes him the form he takes on is shattered like glass.

Personality: he has trouble trusting, he's seemingly quiet and is very careful because of the origin of his ability. He's very work driven so he doesn't end up back on the streets

Twilight had only just begun when I entered the bustling tavern. It's still alive and full of people, although it had not quite reached the dinner crowd. It is the perfect place to people watch, the patrons are always lively and unassuming to my watchful eye. I slid into a booth that had a view of the entire pub, faintly listening to the radio playing in the background. It was detailing the story of the Air Force Bombing, depicting the mass chaos that ensued. I scoff. I recall my days as a pilot, remembering it was I who instigated some of the bombings. There is no way in hell I would go back. To think that pretentious political leaders who have never stepped foot in a war zone are the ones inciting war just for a trivial political gain is beyond me. As I come back to reality, I observe that more individuals are entering the restaurant.

It's loud in the bar, standing in the back and watching. I'm not sure if I like it or hate it. It's a shadier area, so I'm risking it by being here. Cops often bust in. I watch people bustle around, some arguing and yelling or laughing, some hitting on each other. Cyrus'd hate this place. I keep thinking about her, which is likely the reason I sit on one of the bar stools and wait for someone to approach. Glancing around, there're some things she definitely… wouldn't like. Especially if I were here. Stories about the damn war are circulating again, but less like stories and more like word-of-mouth. I'm so sick of hearing about it, could yell over everyone and correct them if I wanted to. They'd probably look at me like I'm some sort of insane ex-soldier, one who'd lost their arm in the war. People always assume that, like I'd step foot on that battlefield. Nope, never. A miracle I made it out of the hell of a school I somehow landed in, those big, high-up men training me like a machine. To say the least, they somewhat succeeded. With that being said, I'm done thinking clearly. I ordered some kind of liquor just now, wasn't paying attention. People-watching is more interesting. Of course, of course some guard always is out front. I want to stick it to 'em, show them how little control they have over us. I shouldn't, though, I don't know if the school's henchmen or whatever they sent when Uran left are still looking for me, if at all. Maybe they want to see how long it'll take for me to get arrested. A drink is slid across to me, I catch it instinctively although I knew it wouldn't fall. It's more of a surprised reaction than instinct by now. The more I stare at the guard the more I want to really make it difficult for them. The more I want something to happen.

Willow watched the people going in and out from the outside, he knew his target was somewhere inside but how would he get in? should I sneak past the gaurd in a form of a sexy woman, but I'm not sure what type of women this guy likes. Don't even get me started on how to get info on the target. He sat outside and waited patiently, maybe if I wait for him to come out I'll follow him.

(so i've never done first pov with Jesse. If the writing is a bit off, im sorry you're literally inside her head haha! (though her inner monologue is definitely in german so just keep that in mind haha) She doesn't use pretty descriptive words nor pay attention to a lot of things. I apologize in advance.)

I nod to the man as he hands me a slip of paper i don't care enough about to hold onto. I crumble it up and shove it into my pocket and start to walk backwards a few steps until im out of the dark alleyway. I turn my back to the man, not caring to remember his name but his face i wont forget.
I'm a little annoyed i wouldn't be getting the money sooner than i thought, but this job was a quick in and out job and after all-this p$$y of a man couldn't handle doing himself.
I don't care, more for me.
I stop at the front of the bar, not wanting to go in. Obviously i wouldn't want to. Who would?
Looking at the man standing in front, i stare at him for a few seconds. Though he makes eye contact with me after a while and i look away, stepping past him. I come regularly but there's tension every time i enter still.
Come on, what's his deal?
The bar on the inside inside isn't like how i thought it would be with the lights outside. But inside it's dim and almost…moist?
A lot of people here…. too many people here.
I don't like this
Beggars can't be choosers but this fcking sucks.
I weave through the crowd, staying near the walls. Im looking for a man going by the name Domino. Why i wasn't given his full name, or even his real name?
This is so frustrating.

The more time I spend here, the more I realize I hate some people's laugh. I am well aware that I sound conceited and pretentious, but I don't care. Some people's laugh just sounds maniacal and evil. It's just so awful.
The crowd is becoming increasingly rowdy, making it my time to leave. I check my watch, I've been in here for over an hour. I swear this place is a vortex. The smell of warm bodies and the alcohol on their breath is becoming nauseating. I can feel the body odor seeping into my skin and it's disgusting. There's a couple making out in the corner, they're most definitely an affair. The woman keeps scanning the crowd, as if she's searching for her true lover.
The radio has since changed from the droning and ever depressing war news to a pitter-patter of jazz. I slide out from my booth and leave a twenty on the table. I pull out a pack of cigarettes and make my way to the back exit. Shit, I forgot my jacket. I quickly turn around and attempt to weave my way through the crowd. Why do people not move?

The door opens and I look back behind me, a bit more disoriented than before. I don't usually pay attention to those who come through, but she stood out. A woman, her shoulders and arms physically strong- a trait I tend to admire in anyone- but more importantly, her face was strong. Another thing I favor. I smile, exhaling through my nose as a mix of a masked scoff and a bit of approving laughter. She holds her head high. Maybe not literally, but I can tell. I knock back the rest of the drink, requesting (demanding) another. I watch the woman shift around bodies, looking a bit ticked off. I can't disagree with her, the… energy in the room is annoying, the lights flickering. I can feel the electricity, it's like someone tapping on my shoulder. As one woman enters, a man exits; A younger man, he looks a bit uptight. Couldn't handle it, I guess. I'm tempted to pick a fight, but.. it doesn't seem worth it. I turn back, "staying in my lane" as someone said back then. Hated him. Though, with my head slightly turned, I can see the woman as previously mentioned. She's interesting to me, but I don't know why, maybe in an alliance or an exhilarating fight. Reminds me of then. Cyrus'd try to hold me back, a shadow. Cyrus isn't here now. I may be delusional in a few minutes, but something else is about to happen. Something I want.

Willow strolled up to the gaurd casually, the gaurd took a look at him and let willow pass by. alright, now that I'm in, gotta find the target. he looked around before he sat to order a drink. Willow spotted the guy he's supposed to track, making out with a women in such a public place? That's low

I scan the room, looking down on almost everyone. It wasn't every day you found someone 6'4". So as someone that tall, you bet im looking down on them. These lowlifes.
(Jesse thinks far too low of others im so sorry)
I walk farther into the bar and as i do, the more overwhelming everything around me becomes. I take a deep breath, looking around the room so i can get my mind back on what's important. Not how the lights made my head spin and not how the texture of my jacket felt unbearably uncomfortable every time my skin rubs against it.
The hit. That's whats important.
I stop when i catch someone staring at me. A woman with a mechanical looking arm.
What the hell is her deal?
I weave my way through to her, "Hey" she calls to her over the noise, keeping her eyes on her as she passes through the crowd

'Shit.' I mumble, thinking out loud. She saw me. But I don't back our from staring, that would indicate submissiveness. Plus, eye contact makes a good impression, doesn't it?
"Hey!"
We both are staring at each other, the woman making her way through the crowd. Oh wow. And she's tall, too. A good… five, six inches taller than me? I can't tell. Not until she's about five feet away. I stand up, sliding off the bar stool and I look up at her. "Hey." I say back, letting my voice drop a bit lower in pitch. I let my hair stay straight, making sure it doesn't spark up now. Luckily she caught me on my second shot, so I have a bit of self-control. I allow myself to smile a bit. I make sure my arm is reflecting the light. "Who're you?" I ask, more of a greeting than a question; don't blame anyone for not telling me their name. I knew something might happen, but now I'm not sure what it will be.
The electricity crackles. That's not me doing it, just the cheap bar and LED lights. Still annoying, but I don't let my face fade.