It wasn't like Ethan had spoken to his family in a while. There were factors that kept him from the others, they didn't hold the same beliefs about career paths. he remembered when he was younger how his Uncle would push the way of life on him like a mother with a plate of food to her not so hungry children.<br/><br/>'Ethan my boy, you need to decide at young age what path in life you are going to take. Nothing comes easy. If you don't study hard now you will regret it for the rest of your life.' The man would always tell him, but his passion wasn't with business. Who wanted to sit behind a desk for long hours in the day? It was dull to say the least, he wanted adventure, romance. Not papers and a bad back from leaning all day scribbling at flow charts that would explain weather or not this quarter was going to be a good one.<br/><br/>What did he want to do? He still had no idea; he was taking art classes and drawing was something he had a flare for. Or it was something he used to get the ladies attention. There was nothing like spending a Friday night drawing a girl before getting into her panties. He had developed a rep on campus for being a little of a 'playboy' when it came to both sexes but there was never any proof or anyone willing to bad mouth him in person. His father winning personality gave him a leg up in the world.<br/><br/>He never spoke to Greg, they had nothing in common. It wasn't like he was dying to step through the doors. When the UBER dropped him off he stood at the edge of the drive was slowly making his way up the long walk. The dread of seeing these people again him with fear and he shivered as he mumbled to himself. "It's going to be ok." Why was he there? It's not the man was going to leave him anything? It's not Great and his sister Grace were going to jump for joy when they saw his face. There was a slight jealous feeling, feeling that he wanted Marcus as a father instead of his own. Marcus did better than his brother, that was the sad truth when Ethan lost his father to a strange event that they never spoke of to this day.<br/><br/>Just then the rain started to fall, the little droplets making marks along his coat as he rushed suddenly now facing his fears. Then the sky opened and the down pour started, "Shit...", he said as he got to the front door, his fingers running along his hair as he shock what little water out of it. "Well here we go... it's great to see you Greg... how is life? Me... yea I'm great... you know just painting." The man said mumbling to himself pacing what he would say if the topic were to be brought up. "Your father? Yes I'm so sorry to hear about Uncle Marcus... even if we hadn't talked in nearly 5 years."<br/><br/>As he ran the bell he put his fingers on the door letting himself in, with one swallow in his throat he spoke rather clear. "Hello... I'm a little late... ", with his hands he pulled his coat off slowly putting it along one of the chairs near the entrance, he hadn't the manors the other did, the up bring showed. "Greg... sorry I let myself in but it's raining cats and dogs outside and this is silk man...."<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/image8-png.98744/" title="Image8.png">
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