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steely pupils absorbing the sight in front from him  ,  a somewhat sardonic scoff manages to fall past parted brims  ,  amusement etching across the fine lines of his countenance as he speaks  .  “  scare  ?  don’t  make  me  laugh  .  that’s  the  last  thing  you  could  possibly  do  to  me  ,  ”  calloused fingertips rake at the surface of his scalp as he eyes the damaged vehicle  .  “  ‘m  no  mechanic  but  kickin’  the  bike  isn’t  gonna  magically  make  it  work  ,  y’know  ?  ”

“God to know im cuddly and non-intimidating then” He scowled at the stranger not really having the time or patience.  “It’s worked before,” he mumbled giving it one last kick before giving up. “ I don’t know what else to do with this damn scarp heap.  Last thing I  need is to be stuck out in the cold”

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❝ okay uh …. cool. ❞ roman can’t tell if the badge is real or not, but at this point he truly is past caring; he takes the coat gladly, wrapping it around himself and even though the sizing is off, it helps him feel a little bit more comfortable. ❝ that was genius. i probably should get one of those badge things for myself, it would save me a lot of trouble. ❞ he shrugged, moving over to the bar; he’s still in not-acceptable clothing, but it’s warmer inside his apartment, the other’s jacket forgotten by the couch. ❝ oh, you have no idea. i had a guy once try to superglue my dick to my thigh. that, my dude, was a true nightmare. ❞ he snorted, turning around with too bottles in hand. ❝ vodka or tequila ? ❞

“Tequila” He took a seat in the man's living room. “I think you need better hookups not the badge” He suggested.  “It is pretty damn useful thought. Back when I first got it i flashed the damn thing everywhere. Nowadays I think its better to keep things on the down low.” He shrugged. “ I’m Jack. Nice to meet you.” 

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Ooc

Work was crazy but I have a day off and will write for all of you lovely beans <3

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“You free tonight lovely?” Jack was sure he had found his mark but he wanted to be sure before he closed in. His last tip told him she was an escort working in some bars. “ I got the whole night to myself and could use some company.” He pouted playfully hamming it up some more hoping she’d take the bait. 

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“You fixin’ a bike by tryin’ to slam it straight into the junkyard?” Declan spoke as he approached the man, stopping in front of the bike. “Yer gonna have more luck just leavin’ this thing here and walkin’ home. Kickin’ ain’t gonna work at this point.”

“My mechanical knowledge is limited.” He confessed he didn’t know jack shit about bikes. He never really had time to learn growing up. He trusted anyone else's opinion. “Any ideas than my friend?” He gave it one last half-hearted kick before groaning  “God this is the worst night i’ve had in a while. 

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Apollo adjusted her jacket, pulling the collar closer to her neck. She was freezing, the snow on the ground half melted at her feet. She could hear someone shouting ahead of her but she didn’t take her eyes off the ground until she was close enough to realize who they were. “No worries.” She said casually. “I was just about to ask if you needed some help. I know I don’t look like it but I grew up with brothers, I know my way around gears.” She shrugged.

“Be my guest  im clueless.”He chuckled stepping aside with his hands raised.  “Damn thing is falling apart on me. I try to take care of what I can but bills keep adding up and work is slow.” He sighed. He tried not to bring up his job. Being a detective in town run by gangs was kind of awkward to say the least.  “Thanks, most people would leave a sap like me freezing on the sidewalk “

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slyfingers‌:

The swears was definitely enough to catch their attention. Heading home from the bar, curls of their breath in the cold, blowing out their nostrils like a dragon.  Listening to the other, Richie held a hand up as if to show they meant no harm to him. “Easy mate.. not gonna kill ya’.” They insisted. “Scare me?” They shook their head. “Nah mate not at all… you want a hand?” They offered.

“Any help would be great.” He stepped back so they could talk a look at it, “It keeps stalling.”  was about the only insight he could offer them. “I uh appreciate the help.” He fished into his pockets pulling his pack of smokes and lazily lighting one. Letting the smoke drift out the corner of his mouth. 

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“Fuck fuck fuck,” Jack swore under his breath as his bike stalled again in the cold. He slammed the seat with his fist. “Come on!” He prayed to no one, in particular, knowing the junker wouldn’t start. He shivered the cold getting to him. He kicked the bike, “FUCK” He didn’t notice the stranger walk up behind him. “Sorry. didn’t mean to scare you. Look im kinda busy fixing my bike do you need something?”

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❝ okay listen, i know you’re probably busy but i need help. ❞ roman isn’t one to stop people on the street, but desperate times call for desperate measures—- so there he was, standing in the cold street in boxers and a t-shirt. ❝ i had a thing with this girl a couple of days ago, and she wanted to go out again but i said no because she was weird and——— well, she handcuffed herself to my kitchen table and i really need you to go upstairs tell her you’re a cop and that she needs to get the fuck out. or, i don’t know, hide me some place else until she gets tired and goes home. ❞

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He probably shouldn't have laughed but he did. Poor bastard. Jack fished his badge out of his pocket  “It’s your lucky day. Detective Irons at your service.”  He took off his coat and handed it to the stranger. “Come on. I’ll have her out before you know it.” After a few moments and some yelling, the two were sitting in an empty apartment. “You sure know how to pick em. You can thank be buy pouring me a drink.”

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intro

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ munrow chamber+ cismale + he/him — have you seen jack irons? this twenty-five-year-old known as the private eye has been hanging out at the valdez cinema a lot recently. they are a civilian that works as a private investigator and they feel indifferent about the gangs. a pansexual scorpio they are quick-witted + determined, as well as manipulative + condescending,black eyes bar fights cheap whiskey & cigarettes × mikey. 22. they/he. est. × nina's wc

Jack Irons life has always been a mess. Growing up with just his father, a LA beat cop turned detective he learned everything he needed to learn about life through him. How to walk. How to talk,  How to act. His dad raised to be tough and ask for nothing. The one thing the two never seemed to see eye to eye. To his dad saw things as black and white. There was right and wrong. Jack liked to see all the shades of grey in between. Why not cut the red tape if it gave you an edge? Life wasn’t going to give them any handouts so they might as well take what they can. The two drifted apart eventually. Jack followed in his dad line of work. undercover work, private investigations. They took a toll on him. Making his view of right and wrong even more skewed. He eventually got wind of a place called Valdez in desperate need of some good P.I work. He spent the last of his cash opening up a tiny office. 

(I will write more later as i find out more about him though writing with you lovely people )

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Hi everyone!

My name is Mikey I will be playing everyone’s favorite (awful) Private eye I can’t wait to meet all of you !

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