Thread: A Brother's Return (Tyr & Emaira_Marrok78)

Travis was only in his mid-twenties, and hed seen a lot of shit, and really not any of the good kind. Yeah hed been born to respectable parents who tried their best to raise him to be a decent and upstanding guy, and though it wasnt directly their fault, theyd failed, or more specifically he had. His story wasnt really unique or special, as he enjoyed his first cigarette by twelve and weed by thirteen, and was having sex by fifteen. Oh his parents kept saying he was special, and that he was going to do great things, but the reality was far different. It wasnt that he was stupid, or even of average intelligence he wasnt. The problem was he saw how much easier it was and fun if he did all the things his parents told him not to. Why study, when you could copy the homework, or even just cheat on the test. Why work or take a part time job, when it was easier to do other things. By the time he was thirteen or fourteen hanging out with on street corners, he got asked to be a lookout, usually for a drug deal or on occasion some whore. All of these paid far better than working, took far less time and were far more exciting. It was obvious to him, that people were idiots, like his father, that worked all day and even longer, and still only brought home a pittance of what these guys did. So look out, turned into runner, turned into minor dealer. Luckily for Travis, when he screwed up or did get caught as he was still young, he was only a juvenile and got a slap on the wrist and left back into his parents custody, or worse a month or so in juvenile hall. His parents in their nativity thought hed see the light of his way, and realize that he was a good kid, and could make something of himself. Travis just nodded his head and apologized, full well knowing it was complete bullshit, and he had several thousand dollars in cash, probably more than his father did in his banking account. All he really knew was he had to get smarter. So he tried various nefarious activates, trying to figure out which made the most for the least risk. Copied credit cards, trip and fall accidents, and even a little bit of pimping. Overall his preference was for running bitches, pimping their asses out, as he didnt have to do shit and really didnt stand much risk of getting caught. Still shit happens and he got busted, helping a bud move some merchandise, and holding several ounces when the cops nailed his friend in a sting. So he ended up doing five to ten, because of his priors, and now was finally released. With little in the way of immediate options or any real money, he of course took his parents up on the offer to stay for awhile, and decided to crash at home, till he could make contact with his friends, and maybe even find a bitch or two to turn tricks. With nothing else in prison but fucking time, he was buffed out, and looking even tougher than he did before, his boyish charms were now replaced with a more hardened tough guy exterior, the pen did that kind of thing. Standing over six foot, Travis looks a few years old than he was, his tattoos making him even seen harsher. Both his parents were gone so the house was his, so he was cracking a beer, sitting on the couch trying to find something decent to watch, to pass the fucking time.