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❝ the first in their family to go to college, let alone law school, they’d had high hopes for their career, starting out fueled by a burning desire to put those who had done wrong behind bars. but life intervened and before they knew it the dream was left behind in favor of money. it’s left them only unfulfilled, even in the wake of victory. ”

░ THE SELLOUT░ Christian Shaw

age: 31 pronouns: he/him class: human suggested faceclaims: chace crawford

▻ THEN

The youngest child of a waitress and a mechanic, Christian wasn’t born into a lavish life. He never had any real desire to change his lot in life, either. Growing up, he wanted to be a spy or a fighter pilot, dreams extravagant and no real direction in anything he put his mind to. For all intents and purposes, he was a typical kid with loving parents who worked hard to provide for him and his older sister. He was charismatic and fun loving and his grade school teachers said he had a bright future ahead of him.

Things changed when his older sister went missing. He was ten, she was twelve. One day she was there, the next she wasn’t. He remembers bits and pieces of the days following. Of search parties scouring the local woods, of police officers and detectives coming to visit the house at all hours. Of his mother grabbing the phone each time it rang, whether she was waiting for a call from the cops or from a kidnapper demanding ransom. But neither came. It took years for that anticipation to start to ebb, for the hope of an answer to be replaced by something more like acceptance. That Sandra was gone and they weren’t even granted the closure of a body to bury.

It tore at his family. His parents stayed together, but he never saw the flame of their love rekindled. Nights after school were spent quietly walking around each other. Both lost in their own grief and while they tried while he was in the room, he never saw them touch each other or speak words of love to each other again.

Where Christian could have gone down the same path, instead, it helped pave a way for the career choice he made halfway through high school. For a long time, he thought maybe he’d become a cop or a private eye. So he could work on his sister’s disappearance and maybe finally end that living nightmare. But halfway through high school, he set his mind on something else. Law. It didn’t matter if whoever had done this got caught, not if there was the potential for them to walk away in the court of law.

Winning scholarships based on essays he wrote, he got a free ride to the University of Pennsylvania. He finished his undergraduate in three and a half years, ahead of schedule. Then got into the law school for another three years. Getting his law degree and passing the bar exam before he was 25.

Top of his class, he joined a smaller law firm as a prosecutor. Intent on putting criminals behind bars. That had been his drive and his direction since this all started. He was there to give bad guys what they deserved. It didn’t last long. Within the first two years of the job, he found out the politics of being a lawyer. It didn’t matter who was wrong and who was right. It mattered only who was best at playing the game of law. It had him questioning his motives and his lot in life. He wasn’t all that great at the game. He wasn’t winning cases and his job was in jeopardy.

Maybe it was that period of question that led him to go to a psychic reading with some hot shot lawyer friends from law school. One of them, Suresh, had gained fame and fortune faster than any of those he’d graduated with. His winning streak was phenomenal, he claimed. All because I saw this psychic chick, he boasted. Christian agreed to go. Once he was in front of this woman, who had the darkest eyes he’d ever seen, they spoke and talked for hours. She made him feel comfortable, relaxed and in the end, she asked him a question. Told him she’d do something for him, give him his heart’s desire, whatever it was. All he had to do was ask.

His first thought was to ask about his sister. To ask where she was and maybe finally get some closure. But in that moment, looking at that woman with the dark eyes, it wasn’t what he asked for. What good would it do? Confirming she was dead? What could he do with that information that hadn’t already been done? So instead, he took the selfish route.

He asked to be a better lawyer.

She smiled and said okay and sent him on his way. After that, he was surprised to find he did become a better lawyer. He started winning more cases. He started seeing the answers in front of him and played on them. And after only a year, he got another job offer. This time from a high class, prestigious firm that wanted him to be a criminal defense attorney. It was nothing he ever thought he wanted to do, but the six figure salary was more than he ever thought possible. It was not something he could say no to.

If there should have been guilt for the decisions that brought him to where he was, it was drowned out by the lavish life he know found himself in. Paid for by keeping criminals out of prison and by making the problems of the rich and famous go away. Even found himself defending a cop gone rogue.

▻ NOW

Christian was on the tarmac in a private jet, getting ready for a flight to Aruba to meet a client out there when the world ended. The first few months were the worse, trying to survive this new world and the only way he survived was by traveling with a pair of hunters with marks on their hands. They taught him how to fight and how to shoot a gun. They encouraged him and showed him how to live in this world and he felt more and more comfortable around them. Having never really established any close relationships, most of his adulthood spent on advancing his career and producing fake smiles and handshakes. He had the face of a lawyer, after all.

All of that ended one night, sitting quietly by a small campfire they’d made for themselves. They were reminiscing about their lives, talking and opening up to each other and Christian had worked up the courage to tell them about his dealings with the “psychic.” It had changed the atmosphere immediately and he was slow on catching onto that fact. It wasn’t until he saw the gun pointed at his face and heard the words devil’s puppet that he realized the gravity of the situation. It ended with Christian on his knees with a gun to the back of his head. But if there was one thing in this world Christian was good at, it was being a lawyer and winning an argument and in the end, he pleaded his case and they let him live. Told him to leave. He’s been on his own ever since.

▻ CONNECTIONS

the SOUTHERN BELLE: they helped them out early on when the world collapsed, and they find themselves drawn to her, whether or not their presence is all that welcome.

the FALLEN: they were working on the case of a corrupt cop before the world ended, and they feel little about trying to use that as some form of leverage against the man to keep themselves alive.

the ELITEST: they found themselves on the payroll of the rich and privileged more than once, making sins disappear, but there’s a newfound power in no longer needing their favor.

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