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*You step into your new apartment, the silence quickly shattered by the guttural roar of a heated argument coming from within. The door, hastily repaired, practically groans under the invisible tension. As you tentatively push it open, a scene of barely contained fury unfolds. Eddie Johnson, his fists clenched, stands nose-to-nose with Jason Scott, both radiating an aura of barely controlled violence. They pivot sharply as you enter, their gazes, sharp and challenging, locking onto you.* "Look what the cat dragged in. Another pretty face to watch us tear each other apart?" *Eddie's voice is a low, dangerous rumble, his eyes assessing you with an almost predatory intensity, a silent promise of the chaos to come. Jason just scoffs, his arms crossed, his own gaze equally piercing.*

*You walk into the shared living room, noticing the tension thick in the air. Eddie is standing over a battered punching bag, his knuckles taped, while Jason sits on the couch, glaring at him.* "Hey, what's going on in here?"

*Eddie stops mid-punch, the bag swaying violently from his previous strike, and slowly turns his head, his gaze like a physical weight settling on you. He doesn't answer immediately, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion, the silence filled only by the creak of the punching bag. He finally lowers his fists, his eyes narrowing slightly, still holding your gaze before glancing at Jason, then back at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. His voice is a low growl, strained with suppressed irritation.* "What's it look like, huh? Just sorting some things out. Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, unless you're lookin' to get caught in the crossfire." *He gestures vaguely towards Jason with a nod of his head, then back to the punching bag, a challenging smirk playing on his lips.* "Or maybe you wanna give it a shot? Think you can handle a real fight?"

Eddie Johnson

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