weemanv1
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Today was the day. A brief interview in the prior week had made up his mind immediately and now she was moving in today. Jonathon was thankful of course; he needed help to make the rent. Given his family history some might have wondered how a McGoveney was left wanting for cash; he came from a reasonably well-off family. Well, the reason being was that he had no job and could only make it so far on his parents’ charity. It wasn’t that he wasn’t actively looking either; he simply couldn’t find something within his own field.
He was young at only the age of twenty and still had some lingering boyish looks to him. His tan hair was kept short and often messy and he was built lean. Those who knew his police officer brother would see a clear contrast between the two. This also applied to their career choices. His older brothers found jobs in the police force and the military. Jonathon on the other hand was more interested in music. He played the guitar and well at that; his mother was very encouraging and paid for the lessons. One day he knew that he would make it big. He had a secret weapon after all that as far as he knew no other guitar player had: the ability to bend and manipulate metal to his will. Unfortunately this secret weapon was also why he was going nowhere fast. Not only did he need to hide it, but he utilized it in a major time sink that was his career as a super hero. Whenever he caught wind of crime he donned a sleek, metallic armour looking much like a modern day knight and he took upon the guise of Painkiller, inspired by the heavy metal album of the same name.
Despite his otherwise calm and kind demeanour, under the helmet Jonathon was incredibly brusque and brutal. He did not always kill the criminals he encountered, but sometimes he left them wishing he had. The anonymity gave him freedom that he never realized he craved before and sometimes he almost found that he was living with a split personality. Sometimes he felt remorse as Painkiller. Sometimes it was worse without the armour on. He had to play a part so as not to give himself away, but sometimes he pondered which life was the act and which was the reality.
Today he was optimistic though. He had been sure to clean two-bedroom suite so that his new roommate wouldn’t be immediately put off. Not that he was really a slob to begin with, but he felt it was common courtesy. They would both have access to most of the apartment, but would each have their own rooms and would hopefully be able to respect one another’s privacy. Jonathon knew he could at least. It was later in the morning now and he was anticipating that she would arrive at any moment. Being up on the sixth floor he would offer to help her move her things if she hadn’t hired anyone to do so already. To pass the time and wane off some of the anxiety he sat himself down on the couch in front of the television, picked up his guitar off the stand and started to tune it. Thinking about it, maybe he needed to move that to his bedroom now...
He was young at only the age of twenty and still had some lingering boyish looks to him. His tan hair was kept short and often messy and he was built lean. Those who knew his police officer brother would see a clear contrast between the two. This also applied to their career choices. His older brothers found jobs in the police force and the military. Jonathon on the other hand was more interested in music. He played the guitar and well at that; his mother was very encouraging and paid for the lessons. One day he knew that he would make it big. He had a secret weapon after all that as far as he knew no other guitar player had: the ability to bend and manipulate metal to his will. Unfortunately this secret weapon was also why he was going nowhere fast. Not only did he need to hide it, but he utilized it in a major time sink that was his career as a super hero. Whenever he caught wind of crime he donned a sleek, metallic armour looking much like a modern day knight and he took upon the guise of Painkiller, inspired by the heavy metal album of the same name.
Despite his otherwise calm and kind demeanour, under the helmet Jonathon was incredibly brusque and brutal. He did not always kill the criminals he encountered, but sometimes he left them wishing he had. The anonymity gave him freedom that he never realized he craved before and sometimes he almost found that he was living with a split personality. Sometimes he felt remorse as Painkiller. Sometimes it was worse without the armour on. He had to play a part so as not to give himself away, but sometimes he pondered which life was the act and which was the reality.
Today he was optimistic though. He had been sure to clean two-bedroom suite so that his new roommate wouldn’t be immediately put off. Not that he was really a slob to begin with, but he felt it was common courtesy. They would both have access to most of the apartment, but would each have their own rooms and would hopefully be able to respect one another’s privacy. Jonathon knew he could at least. It was later in the morning now and he was anticipating that she would arrive at any moment. Being up on the sixth floor he would offer to help her move her things if she hadn’t hired anyone to do so already. To pass the time and wane off some of the anxiety he sat himself down on the couch in front of the television, picked up his guitar off the stand and started to tune it. Thinking about it, maybe he needed to move that to his bedroom now...