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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 16:02:52 GMT -5
you never took us alive / we live as ghosts among these streets
lovers and partners / partners in crime
originally part of a duo, muse a was an infamous criminal, known for dangerous heists that very few others could pull off. however, their partner gets killed in a riskier operation and they're suddenly left alone and unsure of what to do. not wanting to put down their criminal life entirely, they seek out another partner in crime and come across muse b, who's been interested in the duo's work for some time.
muse a / roleplayed by suikura Rao Zhen Jie, 38 years 5'5'', a very light build. Most of his muscles are in his legs and his arms, so it's obvious that he tends to climb. Fair skin, faint freckles here and there - dark brown eyes. Though his hair is originally black, he's bleached it white, though the roots are starting to show. Requires glasses when reading, which frustrates him to no end. Tends to wear pale skinny jeans with oversized hoodies that fall to his mid-thigh, his jeans have colourful stains on them; never seen without a mask covering his lower face. Trans, 2 years on T. Originally from Taiyuan in the Shanxi Province of China. Fluent in Mandarin and decent at English.
muse b / roleplayed by The Blue Adept
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Post by The Blue Adept on Feb 21, 2018 3:33:11 GMT -5
Amias "Amadeus" Kahale, 35 years 5'9, looks taller than he is because of his shoulders and long legs. He has olive skin and bright hazel eyes. His black hair is generally tied back in a tight ponytail, with his bangs pushed back. He has a Mallen Streak in his hair, giving him a natural blond highlight in his bangs. Uses Amadeus as a crime alias, and tends to cover himself up when delving into that kind of work, but prefers blacks and grays, though enjoys green. Originates from Hawaii, is mixed race with a Native Hawaiian mother and a Caucasian father. Fluent in English, decent in Hawaiian (and Pidgin).
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2018 3:58:39 GMT -5
Everything was wrong. There had been something in the air that morning that just felt off, even as he'd woken to the warmth of Dante by his side. The other man had still been asleep, snoring ever-so-softly as he always did. Rao was content to stay here in the bed, with sheets that were a little too scratchy to be truly comfortable, but it was okay! It was okay, because Dante was there and the man he loved also served as his home. It was after some time that his partner slowly awoke, one eye cracking open.
"Zhen Jie," an amused tone thick with sleep. A hand moved to brush through Rao's pale hair, and, after a moment, a kiss was pressed to his forehead. "You wake up really f***ing early."
Even now, he wasn't quite the best at English. It was a language that was hard as hell and required concentration - something that Rao did not have, in the present moment. He squinted thoughtfully before he gently patted Dante's cheek, smiling up at him. "Let me go shower, foul beast," he said softly, The confusion in Dante's face was endearing as hell, but Rao was already up and moving, ready for the day ahead.
They had their plans, they knew exactly what they were doing, they were goddamn professionals - so how could it have gone so, so wrong? He couldn't even pinpoint what had gone wrong; had the guards been alerted? Had they been ratted out by an associate? But none of their associates even knew their plan - but that didn't matter, because he'd gotten Dante out and...and then what? Go to a hospital? That was out of the question; not only was it too far, but they were now wanted men, for Christ's sake. All Rao could do was try to stop the bleeding as he got them to their apartment, half-carrying a man nearly twice his size. Eventually, he managed to settle Dante on the bed.
"Come off it," a phrase he was unfamiliar with in usage, but could get the general gist of. Rao paused with medical supplies in his hands and widened eyes, mask splattered with blood. "You know what's happening."
"It's not," he insisted, "I just have to stop the bleeding."
Dante smiled and looked up at the ceiling, slowly reaching out his hand. "Do me a favour, you little ass," he said quietly. "Hold me for now."
"But the bleeding--"
"It's alright." the smile turned into a frown. "Just...do this for me."
He hesitated for a moment before he set the supplies aside and pulled himself onto the bed, lifting Dante's head and settling it in his own lap. His fingers twirled the curly hair by his temples, and he lowered his head to gently rest his own forehead against Dante's. A low chuckle escaped the other, and it would've warmed him in any other situation. Dante's hand eventually came up to idly pull the mask from his face, and he stared up at Rao for what felt like too long and yet, it also felt like time was passing too quickly.
"Don't go," Rao said quietly, barely able to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "I don't know what I'll do without you."
"Oh, Zhen Jie," his partner's words were soft and nearly comforting, his hand came up to caress Rao's cheek. It was shaky and pale. "You'll figure something out. You always do."
"Go f*** yourself." snapped back to reality by his own vicious words, Rao blinked owlishly and lifted his head. Had he been asleep? It seemed so. His chest hurt but he ignored it, instead choosing to stand up and stretch. Many bones cracked, promising him that he was catching up to an age where he was supposed to be punished for everything he'd done.
He'd moved from England, had found himself in a sh*tty motel room in the middle of nowhere, America. Was he in Texas? Alabama? He didn't know, and he wasn't entirely sure if he cared. After a quick shower and dressing, he packed his bags and he was on his way once again, head ducked as he read through his phone. Earbuds drowned out the daily noise, and, after a long walk, he found himself at a closed night club. He'd been told to go here, so he could only hope that it was the right place.
"Place is closed," a large man said, spotting him from the alley. He walked over and shook his head. "Not a place for kids to play anyway."
"I'm the one looking for Amadeus," he replied smoothly, hands shoved into his pockets. The bouncer hesitated before he raised an index finger and backed up, murmuring something into his little radio. Whatever the reply was, it seemed to be confirmation, as he opened the door and gestured for Rao to enter. Under ordinary circumstances, he might've been more wary. As it was - he didn't care. He entered the dodgy building and was led to an old white dude who was probably not who he was looking for. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for the old dude to speak.
"You got the cash?"
"You got contact information?"
The man's eyes twinkled, and in another life, perhaps they could've been business partners. As it was, Rao just needed the information from him. It was passed over to him and he nodded quietly, before he offered the very phone he'd been using. This garnered a confused glance. "You put in the number of the bank you want to transfer the money to. You click confirm. Untraceable."
"Oh." this seemed to please him, though, surprisingly, it didn't get any second-guessing.
Rao didn't care what other people did. The transaction was finally complete and he had what he'd come for. He gave a lazy little wave and left as quickly as he'd come, waiting until he was a few blocks away to glance at what he'd been given. An address. Awesome. He loved when people gave him addresses and not a random-ass sequence of numbers. In this state, too? Awesome. And this city. Even more awesome. Now he knew which state he was in, all thanks to technology or something.
It took him about twenty minutes to arrive at the location, at which point he decided that simply knocking and waiting patiently on the doorstep would be fine. He hoped this Amadeus dude wasn't anxious about small masked people coming to their doorstep for no apparent reason.
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