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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 7, 2018 16:36:03 GMT -5
(Would you mind? Thanks
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Dec 7, 2018 16:59:59 GMT -5
Despite having moved back to Brook Street three years ago, Adelaide stared at some unpacked boxes that just sat in her living room. However, they weren't her moving boxes to begin with, but her dads that were left here after she took up the house. Her mother practically begged her not to go, but Adelaide had fallen into a dark place when living out with her mother and just needed a change of environment, though her mother didn't know why it had to be such a dangerous. The blonde didn't, and still doesn't have an answer but she does know that she's felt more free in the last three years than the ten years she'd been living with her mother prior. Adelaide had been staring at those boxes for so long it was a wonder holes hadn't been burned into them Even after three years she still wasn't ready to look at what was inside. She was so close to her father growing up that it broke her heart when she had to leave, only being able to see him on rare occasions, and that was only when he came up to see them. It had been three years, and she was just now feeling like she was done with the grieving process, so why couldn't she just open the boxes? A frown sets on her lips and Adelaide shakes her head, trying to get out of her thoughts. She needed some fresh air. Grabbing her jacket and putting on her shoes, Adelaide made her way out the door and walked down the street. She held her head up high, eyes out for anyone else. There was no point in looking all timid, there were gang members everywhere and if she just made it clear that she wasn't intimidated by any of them, then they shouldn't bother her. The convenience store wasn't far from her house, and it only took her five minutes before she walked through the doors, the little bell jingling as she stepped inside. Her feet take her towards the back, where the drinks are, and she reaches in to grab a bottle of Cherry Coke, her favorite. She brings it up to the register, foot tapping as she waits for someone to ring her up. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 7, 2018 17:10:55 GMT -5
Starting a reply now )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 7, 2018 18:15:57 GMT -5
(By the way I hope the way I did this was alright. I didn’t know whether or not I should have him working there or not and decided it might make it easier for them to talk if he didn’t work there)
Josh wasn’t actually a part of the gangs in the street, and for that he was glad. It meant that he was able to use his opportunism to benefit from the violence of the gangs by selling them firearms.
He was an excellent shot, probably better than anyone else in the street. The only way he’d managed to avoid being directly recruited by one of the gangs - or killed by them - had been becoming a firearms dealer. It protected him quite well, or it would until the gangs realised he was supplying both of them. He was effectively giving both the gangs the weapons they needed for the war he felt was definitely coming. And doing so was keeping him out of the fighting. For as long as possible, at least. He hoped he could keep it up.
He was currently im a convenience store, where he’s just picked up a bottle of water and a packet of crisps, just little snacks to help him get through the afternoon. He had a lot of stuff he needed to do that day. The gangs didn’t have a whole lot of patience with him and so he would have to make sure he kept up with their demands and came up with the goods when they asked for them.
He couldn’t ever really afford to stop, not that he wanted to. He needed the money selling the guns brought in anyway.
As he walked towards the register, he could see that a woman was waiting to be served, a small queue of a couple of people ahead of them. Well, it wouldn’t be too long until they got served, he supposed.
But she seemed familiar to him, and he couldn’t help but wonder whether he did know her or not.
“Excuse me,” he said to get her attention “you look familiar but I don’t know if we’ve met. The name’s Josh.”
He didn’t think he’d ever actually talked to her, only seen her around. But it would be rather awkward if they did know one another. Either way, he didn’t think she knew his name and he didn’t know hers either.
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Dec 7, 2018 18:33:34 GMT -5
(I think what you did was right! Either would've been fine, but I guess I had been seeing him more as like someone else waiting in line ^^)
While waiting, Adelaide was beginning to zone out, staring at the assortment of candy bars by the counter as the current customer and the cash register made some small talk. So, when Josh began to talk to her, she got startled and jumped a little, whipping her head around and making eye contact with the taller man. She blinks quickly, her brain taking a while to register what he's saying to her.
Josh.
She can't recall ever knowing a Josh, but maybe she did once upon a time when she was younger. Maybe they went to grade school together.
Adelaide gave a polite smile, realizing that she had been staring at him for quite some time without actually saying anything yet. "Oh, um, hi. My name's Adelaide." She told him, then wondered if this was one of the gang members trying to find out if she was a part of the other gang. Unfortunately for them, she's not associated with either, generally trying to avoid the violence just as much as she can.
"I don't think we've met before, either. Have you lived here for a long time? Kind of a small town, so I'm sure we've seen each other before?" Normally, Adelaide would quite cautious talking to new people, but she couldn't find any sign of either gang on Josh, so she deemed him at least safe enough to talk to.
Soon, her attention is drawn to the line again when the person in front of her steps forward, so she in turn steps forward as well, taking a moment to glance back at Josh, her gaze lingering on him a little longer than it should.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 7, 2018 18:57:43 GMT -5
(I’ve just decided I don’t like my backstory - he didn’t grow up on Brook Street - changing it)
“Adelaide. That’s a nice name. Good to meet you,” Joshua said with a smile.
She was very pretty, and what’s nore she didn’t have the I’m-going-to-kill-you vibe that a lot of the girls in the gangs did. The two Pyne girls, for instance, the cousins. Very pretty girls, but you could instantly feel they were deadly just being in their prescence. So, you know, that was a bonus. Plus her not appearing to be in either of the gangs made things much simpler for him in terms of his work. He didn’t like to get involved socially with people who were in either of the gangs because it made it more likely that they’d figure out his work and if he got attached to a gang member he would have to stop supplying weapons to the opposing gang. Which would get him killed, and probably the person he’d tried to save anyway.
“Oh, I’ve lived here for a couple of years. What about you?” Josh asked
He could swear he had seen her around, and it most have been often enough for him to remember her, but he couldn’t figure out where he knew her from. And she didn’t seem to know either.
Josh had never lived anywhere else but Brook Street as far as he was concerned. He’d been in the care system but never got adopted or anything. He’d aged out of the system when he turned 18 and the only house he could get was here. He didn’t consider the care home a home, so his house on Brook Street was really his first home if he thought about it.
“I have to say, you seem way too nice and good for these streets.” Josh said with a smile
She did; nobody around here was as nice as this girl seemed to be. Anyone else probably wouldn’t reply if someone greeted them or they would respond with a lot of swear words. Everyone was too paranoid for their own good around here, too reluctant to trust others and be nice to them.
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Post by amberice on Dec 7, 2018 19:05:42 GMT -5
(hyello hyello, how's it goin?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 7, 2018 19:06:30 GMT -5
(Hi! It’s going good x how’re you?)
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Post by amberice on Dec 7, 2018 19:10:50 GMT -5
(Tired, just got off work,but otherwise doin good. Anywhere I can throw in Sarah?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 7, 2018 19:12:30 GMT -5
(Well the only person I’ve got free is Cora at the moment You can rp with her if you like but I’m gonna be going to bed soon anyway)
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Dec 7, 2018 19:16:14 GMT -5
(i love it ^^ gives him a bit more of an edge, and maybe an excuse why he's turd sometimes)
Don't even get her started about the Pyne family, as she used to be rather close to them considering her father was in their father's gang. But, Adelaide avoided those two like the plague, sometimes she wondered if they remembered her, or if Vivienne did as she was over often enough while Adelaide's mom babysat them both. Luckily, she's been able to lay low over the last couple of years, but she's sure that as soon as Mr. Pyne knows about her return he'd ask her to join in a heartbeat. Or maybe he just knew to keep his distance with her as asking her was basically a lost cause.
"Me too." Adelaide said with a smile, recalling how refreshing it was to just have a conversation with someone without having to watch what she says. "Well, I mean I grew up here for a bit then went to live with my mom. Now I'm back." But for how much longer?
At his sort of compliment, Adelaide would blush a little and glance around nervously, letting out a breathy chuckle. "Oh, yeah, I guess." She said with a shrug, watching as the person in front of her struggled to get out a couple of coins from their purse. Adelaide clears her throat and runs a hand through her hair, messing up the style a little.
"Maybe that's just my 'guise. Maybe I'm licensed to kill and I just want you to think I'm nice." There's a glint of mischief in her eyes now, but that's before Adelaide let out a giggle and shook her head. "No, I don't even think I could hurt a fly." As much of a pacifist as she was, her father did teach her a thing or two and while she would never even attempt, if Adelaide really wanted she knew how to end someone's life. But, only for self-defense purposes. Even then, death wouldn't be her answer.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 7, 2018 19:18:27 GMT -5
(I’m glad! I’m gonna reply in the morning I think)
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Post by dietmountaindew on Dec 7, 2018 19:38:09 GMT -5
(Tired, just got off work,but otherwise doin good. Anywhere I can throw in Sarah?) {All of my characters are free if you wanna start something.}
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Post by amberice on Dec 7, 2018 19:51:24 GMT -5
(Good night! Alrighty then, I'll just chuck her out onto the street and leave her free for whoever you're in the mood for, diet mountain dew)
Her apartment was pretty bad. Sarah had lived in some rough places before but there were several holes in the walls that were definitely from bullets, the sink in the bathroom was cracked in three separate places, and there were way too many mouse droppings in the cupboards for her liking. But it was the only place she could afford within Viper territory, so it would have to do.
Luckily, the moving process wasn't a problem. She had no furniture to bring with her, which had made things much easier. What little she had, mostly clothes, books,and a large aquarium, could fit in the back of Frank, her beautifully beat up range rover that she had gotten from a very shady man behind an abandoned Blockbuster. Unfortunately, that wasn't a lot, which meant her apartment was empty as hell.
Which meant it was time to go hunting for free furniture on curbs.
Sarah locked up her place, shrugging on a jacket, then began to make her way along the sidewalk, hands shoved in her pockets. It was strange. She barely remembered living here as a little kid, but what she did remember hadn't changed in the slightest. It was almost unnerving. She tugged her hood around her neck a bit,feeling a slight shiver run up her back.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Dec 7, 2018 20:59:11 GMT -5
Casimiro Masone -- 25 -- Male ~ Spade -- None ~ The first thing most notice about Casimiro is just how short he is. Coming to a measly 5'2, Cas isn't really the pinnacle of intimidation in terms of appearance. He has broad shoulders and slim waist- he's a strong guy but it doesn't show, most of his toned form hidden behind snappy dress. His messy dark hair generally slicked back from his face as well as he can manage it, his brown eyes framed by expressive brows. ~ Where Cas lacks in appearance, he makes up for in personality. He's cunning and enjoys playing games with other people, sometimes just for fun but most times for his own gain. It's easy to get him angry, and flaring his temper is like flipping a switch- he hates to be disrespected over petty things. He's very much the person that likes to be in charge, and will do anything he can to put himself on top. Though sharp with his words, he likes to have fun with it, and enjoys the entertainment of being around other people. He's a good ally to have on your side if he likes you, and a terrifying enemy if he doesn't. ~ As a cousin to the Hensell family, Cas finds trouble connecting with them, having only moved to Brook Street when he was a teenager, but he seems to still hold a loyalty to them despite pulling strings with the groups where he can. His motives are entirely unclear. It's notable that his alias comes not from the card suit, but his inexplicable fondness of using a shovel as a weapon. ~ The Blue Adept ~
Elian Noortkamp -- 23 -- Female ~ King -- The Vipers ~ Elian is notable for being tall, around 6 foot, with a relatively striking silhouette. Most of her build is shrouded beneath her long coat but she fills it out with strong arms and a confident stance. Her appearance is fairly masculine, with a strong jaw and brow bringing out her gaunt blue eyes, dark hair loosely tied up and harsh against her pale skin. Her smooth, slightly deep voice lends to her androgyny, and she seems to play into the idea of being visually enigmatic. She favors dark and loose clothing, often things that are practical. ~ Elian's personality can be intolerable to some- she comes off as serious, her dry humor often mistaken as bluntness. She prefers to get things done in a clean and quick manner, not sparing much time to mess around, favoring strategy over spontaneity. Despite this, she seems open enough to get along with most, at least for as long as she needs to tolerate them. Often, she is truly amused by people that think they have a leg over her in any way, but it doesn't show, at least not in an outward way. Though Elian prefers working solo, she tends to get very protective with anyone that has to tag along with her. Despite her circumstances, she does seem to lend The Vipers at least some semblance of loyalty. ~ Elian has not been on Brook Street long, having ended up involved with The Vipers by chance of outside work, but her diligence at her job secured her a reputation fairly quickly. She doesn't enjoy sticking her nose in the family politics, and makes it clear. ~ The Blue Adept ~
[ finally done oof ]
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Sapphic
infernalfey
I have proficiency in being an anxious disaster
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by infernalfey on Dec 7, 2018 21:31:56 GMT -5
Roshati Azu-- 24 -- Female~ Bookworm -- Vipers ~ At first glance, no one would assume Roshati was a gang member. She is short and dainty standing at 5’2 and has pale skin that tans easily. Her once brown hair reaches her shoulders in plum wine waves and her bangs cover her thick brows. Her amber eyes are shaped in a mix of almond and round, usually highlighted with a dark wine colored eyeliner. Her youthful face has a roundish square shape and her cheeks are quite squishy though if you poke her in the cheek she will most likely smack you with whatever book she is reading. She’s often wearing dresses or skirts with tights, always wearing the same oversized, poorly sewn up, brown jacket and boots with laces that are falling apart. ~ Roshati seems to be rather unapproachable, but she much rather be reading and studying than interacting with people. She would do anything for books and due to lack of sufficient funds to buy any she has taken to writing journals about her observations of the world around her. She is quite shy and much rather observe than interact, but once she warms up to someone she is very warm and open. Despite her kindness and warmth past her walls, she’s very cruel and cunning. If she has to, she will do anything to protect those she is loyal to and to achieve whatever goal she is reaching for. She is calm and collected when she has to cross a line to get something done and rarely shows her true feelings when in regards to something negative. She keeps a diary where she writes everything she feels and generally goes about hiding her true feelings from most but her closest friends. ~ All Roshati had ever wanted was to study and learn. Growing up in a small town with just her parents and twin sister, Roshati was never without her twin Callie despite the fact they were opposites, Roshati being into books and research while Callie adored fashion and art. When in high school, she worked her hardest for scholarships and anything to get herself into the best research colleges so her family didn’t have to pay for two college tuitions. Despite getting enough scholarships to attend her dream school, her twin sister died in a car accident and she shut down. She stopped doing what she loved and found herself lost in a world without the one person who had been by her side her whole life. After two years of being a shut in, she left and moved to Brook Street four years ago to get away from everything that reminded her of her sister. Somehow along the way she fell in with the Vipers after helping them with a few robberies and simply stuck with them. ~ infernalfey~ Other ~
(that took me longer than expected to finish up lol >~< also sorry if her name sounds weird she's originally a dnd character of mine)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Dec 7, 2018 22:08:00 GMT -5
[ absolutely 🙏 truly an icon ]
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Post by amberice on Dec 7, 2018 22:18:41 GMT -5
(all hail the king)
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Post by dietmountaindew on Dec 7, 2018 22:45:48 GMT -5
{Sorry that took so long. My dorm unexpectedly declared war on another dorm in a formal letter.} amberice I'm gonna use Lissy cuz my other character is a Vulture, unless you want a fight.} Lissy had let her daughter play outside for a while longer. Eventually, the little girl had tired herself out enough that she had pestered her mother to carry her home. Lissy had indulged her. She really didn't mind, but since when had RJ gotten so heavy? Her baby wasn't a baby anymore. She was becoming a little girl. It was bittersweet. She loved watching her personality develop, but she was also afraid for the future, and what growing up in this neighborhood would entail for her daughter. She was worried about her growing up without a father. She doubted sometimes whether she was truly fit to be a mother. She was trying her best. But at the end of the day Lissy was barely more than a kid herself. Lissy was lost in these musings as she walked back to her rundown apartment building. RJ had fallen asleep in her arms and she held her ball in one hand.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Dec 7, 2018 22:56:27 GMT -5
[ im up for it! ]
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Post by amberice on Dec 7, 2018 23:02:26 GMT -5
(They declared a war....?? man, that sounds way more exciting than anything that happened while I was on campus)
Perhaps Sarah should be paying more attention to her surroundings. After all, gang tensions were rising and what not, at least according to the important people she worked under. She could get jumped by some Vulture trash at any moment. But she was lost in her head and in distant memories and didn't notice the woman walking towards her until she'd nearly crashed into her and only just managed to catch herself, blinking to shake the old memories from her head, "Shit, sorry."
She then noticed the kid in the young woman's arms and turned white as a sheet, "Oh hell, shit-" She choked back a few other curse words, slapping a hand over her mouth to try and stop herself from teaching this little kid any words she shouldn't know. Sarah looked down at the mother, cringing, "I am so so sorry, ma'am." Ma'am seemed polite, but certainly not right. At a second glance, the mother looked young, maybe even younger than herself.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 8, 2018 0:53:07 GMT -5
(All hail the king indeed- I’m loving Elian
Okay I’m gonna add everyone ASAP)
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Post by . on Dec 8, 2018 0:55:55 GMT -5
(Why are you up so early?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 8, 2018 1:01:15 GMT -5
(I honestly don’t know it just kinda happened. I didn’t realise it was so early until a few minutes ago XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 8, 2018 1:12:43 GMT -5
(Also if anyone would like the second in command for the Vultures that position is available. We could probably do with a few more Vultures )
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