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[forallyoucare]

JC wasn’t sure when the voices started. They popped up here or there in his childhood, usually egging him on to do something dangerous. His mum use to say that he was playing with an imaginary friend, but the voice was never a solid thing to run down to the corner shop with or to throw sticks in the river with when the other boys in the neighborhood thought he was too weird or creepy to hang around with. The voice never stuck around either so JC couldn’t exactly blame it. And he sounded mad when he did.

After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.

But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.

All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.

That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”

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[idreadbetrayingyou]

When Jesus had found Judas, he was nothing. Another petty drug user on the street, doing shit he shouldn't have to make ends meet. Sometimes, not even managing that. Ever since then, JC had put him on a better path, one that not only did good but made him feel good. Doing things for the right reasons, helping people who had been in the situation he had been in once before, doing good. Slowly, they had found others that needed a path like he had and together, they had pulled together twelve people who could get things done when they put their minds to it. Found food when people needed food. Found warm clothing. Found water. Found medicines. Found whatever what was needed, even if they themselves lived skrimping things together. He made sure that any donations they received went to the needy first, them second. It felt good, even when the others sometimes gave him a look for being too frugal.

He had no idea about the voices except in a vague way, mentions of things JC had done as a younger man, but not just how... much they had spoken to him nor that they had suddenly returned.

So when suddenly JC came up with this wonky idea, Judas just gave him a look that was a heavy mixture of surprise and 'are you serious?' "...With what kind of money could we afford to rent an RV? Besides, renting is impractical. And... twelve of us in an RV? We'll go nuts in three days." Not that the idea didn't have merit, of course. Being able to help more people in more places, set up more shelters... it spoke to the part of him what wanted to do good while the logical, practical side balked at the amount it would cost to rent something big enough for the twelve of them.