finalvlog‌: ALEX

Alex shoots him a look that might have said ‘really?’ in a skeptical tone of voice if he were willing to say whatever he was feeling aloud. Relax and Alex didn’t go together. Especially since everything went to shit in Hope County. No, there’d be no rest for him or relaxation until he and his friends were well out of here and had the proper authorities involved. Ones that had a little more at their disposal in terms of resources than the local sheriff’s department. He wanted them safe, wanted them as far from this mess as possible. When Karter starts talking again, Alex shifts, turns to face him when he talks about having business in the area.

“With Jacob you mean.” It’s an easy assumption to make. There was little else in the mountains that may require the attention that Karter has to give. The kind of things he’d been doing in Hope County weren’t for the faint of heart and he knows a little bit about why he’s here and what he’s searching for. Alex isn’t the type to push. He was curious, naturally nosy because of his line of work but he tried to respect the boundaries of people. He could be subtle about gathering information when need be.

Then Karter is teasing him and laughing. He reaches out and lightly punches him in the bicep. “Alright, alright.” There’d been enough people concerned about Alex, assuming him younger than he was, thinking him incapable of handling what Hope County dished out. “Thanks.” He says after a beat of silence, “I don’t mind being alone but I’m not used to it.” Was worried about slipping into a bad state of mind. Missing his friends, stuck in the midst of a war he felt partially responsible for –– it wasn’t the best combination for someone like him at times. Alex sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

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“I don’t think I’m codependent. Heck, maybe I am. That’s depressing.”

He’s only partially joking.

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HEARING that name stops his stone cold dead in his tracks as he turns away to avoid letting Alex have to endure the UGLY side of things. THE TASMANIAN’S RAGE was unpleasant to all now matter how hard he tried. A quiet breath is drawn in as he tries to formulate a way to say what he’s thinking without completely SHOOTING himself in the foot metaphorically. No one deserved his rage unless they were JACOB. But after a brief moment of silence he finally speaks, turning back to glance over his shoulder and frown a little thinking about it. ALEX almost sounds disappointed, but Karter could hardly blame him. WHAT HONOR was there in chasing down a man he intended on granting no mercy?

A HAND rubs his own chin, the fuzz of his facial hair prickling under his touch as he lets out a sigh before finally answering.

“Yeah…Jacob.”

HE’S NOT proud of it but he wasn’t going to pretend like Alex wasn’t right in assuming JACOB was Karter’s business in the Whitetails. Though on the subject of being alone Karter almost frowns, a small somber sense of understanding in that regard to what he’s saying. LONELINESS was cruel. It was cruel unlike Karter had ever felt prior and while he hates to admit such a fact.

“Don’ let yerself get used t’it. It ain’t somethin’ y’wanna be ok with believe me.”

HE KNEW that all too well. TEN YEARS of being alone had become so norm for him that now he was PRONE to keeping away from others and making sure that SELF IMPOSED solitude.

“Nah–––”

He SNORTS at the idea of Alex being codependent, and while he didn’t exactly know the full story of Alex beyond his reasoning for being in Hope County, he can only assume what he knows of him now is the best indication he’ll get.

“ ‘ve seen codependent and yer not it.”

 
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ENVY ENVELOPS ME

in my GARDEN there
LIVES
a pretty
DOGWOOD
tree

HURTING & UGLY

THERE'S a WORLD
all around me


P A I N T E D
so the PERFECTLY

WORLD OF RIDDLES & MYSTERIES

Never
F O R G E T T I NG
is like
CHASING
a
HAZE DREAM