Ava shrugged, finishing the remains in her glass and asking for a soda to replace it. The blonde looked a little young to be drinking, but Avalon had a fake herself before turning twenty-one. “He knows to hand me water in between drinks so I don’t die when I wake up in the morning. The bartenders in here are used to me getting water. Just not without any whiskey.”
Apollo nodded. "That makes sense." She paused for a minute, planning out her words. That was something she had quickly learned to do here in Valdez. "Is this some sort of New Year's resolution or something? Not to pry or anything but you don't exactly seem thrilled by the whole 'no whiskey' prospect." She said with a raised eyebrow.
Apollo went to the casino for just a casual night out, not trying to get involved in anything related to the gang or the feud. She figured the peace treaty was flimsy but she wanted to believe in it. Once she realized what was happening, she tried to get out of there. She crawled on the floor towards the door, suffering many cuts on her hands from broken glass/wood. She finally managed to hide behind a slot machine and unfortunately for her, it was shot at, causing it to fall backwards and nearly squish her against the wall. She blacked out and woke up in the hospital severely bruised and angry.
It was times like this Ava wished she wasn’t so competitive. New Years Eve, she bet Erica that the two couldn’t last two weeks without a drink. Ava would be damned if she was the first to cave. Here she was, in Sharpshooters, with a glass of water. The bartender gave one hell of a look when she asked for water instead of her usual. The bet never said they could go to the bar. Ava just couldn’t drink. The door behind her dinged as someone else came in. “Don’t judge me,” she laughed, hearing someone coming up to the bar. “It’s a long story.”
Apollo raised an eyebrow. She wasn't even supposed to be here - legally anyway - and even she knew water at the bar was practically a sin. "No judgement here." She said curtly. "But you could at least humor the poor sap behind the counter with a seltzer water." She said with a laugh. She flicked her ID towards the bartender, quickly enough for him to look but not long enough for him to know it was fake. She didn't even like alcohol but she liked being drunk.
“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 “
Apollo shrugged. "I get it. My families been there. Done that." She tried not to give out too much information about her life. People here liked to ask questions. She bent down to look at the bike, running her gloved hands over where she thought the porblem might be. "There actually are nice people here, you just have to get past their not-so-cuddly exterior." She said with a small smile.
“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?”
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.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ sabrina carpenter + cisfem + she/her — have you seen apollo duke hollick? they sure have been hanging out at the raceway a lot recently. they are a twenty year old known as the tomboy, and they currently work for the savages as a runner, which they’ve been doing for six months. a queer/questioning gemini, they are versatile + witty, as well as stubborn + short-tempered. backwards baseball caps, faded blue jeans, black stars.
Apollo was born on June 1, 1999 and is the youngest child of Misty and Charles Hollick. Apollo was raised in Fruita, Colorado a mountain town nestled inside Grand Junction county. Apollo’s mom was a free-spirit and spent most of her time as a typical homemaker. She hand-sewed all of Apollo’s clothes and made a little money doing tailoring for other families in the neighborhood. Her father worked in construction and frequently traveled around the state for work during the winter. During the 2008 recession, he lost his job and moved the family to Valdez to get away from the financial pressures he faced.
Apollo quickly learned things in Valdez weren’t exactly what they seemed when she saw a young boy, only a five years older than her shot dead in the high school parking lot. This changed her and she transformed from a happy, go-lucky child to being withdrawn and sullen. Her mother was worried by this and tried to make Apollo into her mini-me, often dressing her up and letting her wear makeup. Apollo hated it but she knew that saying anything would break her mother’s heart. When she was sixteen, Apollo finally rebelled against this, choosing to dress her own way in ripped jeans and black t-shirts handed down from her older brothers. Her mother didn't say anything but Apollo knew it hurt her.
After a few years sleeping on friends' couches, Apollo was running out of a convience store with some stolen food and ran directly into someone from the savages. She was worried they would kill her. She knew exactly what the gangs were capable of. But, they took pity on her and invited her to join. Six months later, Apollo is a loyal member of the gang. She dislikes the violence but realizes it is necessary to keep the flow of things. Her lion tattoo is on her index finger and she often wears gloves or rings to hide it when she needs to blend in. Apollo's closest friends in her gang are the other young members but she respects the elder members as her extended family.
open wcs: apollo's three brothers, close friends, best friend, crush (mutual/one-sided)
I’ll have Apollo’s introduction posted soon but I’m Taylor and I’m so excited to meet and RP with you all! :) I’m open to any type of plotting and almost always around so message me anytime.
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