❝ CALL IT A SPLIT CAUSE YOU KNOW THAT YOU WILL. YOU ( B I T E ) YOUR FRIENDS LIKE CHOCOLATE. YOU SAY, WE GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS, GOT GUNS HIDDEN UNDER OUR PETTICOATS. WE'RE NEVER GONNA QUIT IT, NO WE'RE [ N E V E R ] GONNA QUIT IT, NO. NOW WE RUN, RUN AWAY FROM THE BOYS IN THE ( BLUE. ) AND MY CAR SMELLS LIKE C H O C O L A T E , HEY NOW THINK ABOUT WHAT TO DO. I THINK ABOUT WHAT TO SAY, I THINK ABOUT HOW TO { THINK. } PAUSE IT, PLAY IT, PAUSE IT P L A Y IT, PAUSE IT.
there’s a roll of his eyes, more in disbelief that sawyer is still bitter over his choosing of who he’d prefer to be in charge. it wasn’t anything personal against the boy– in fact, adrian loved him. but there was something about having someone so young lead that irked him. “ i see that someone still hasn’t learned to grow up. ”
alone majority of his life, but you couldn’t deny sawyer’s ability to instantly succumb to such a childsh younger brother role. “ apparently growing up just isn’t something i do, it doesn’t get me anywhere, anyway. ” he’s closing his book to pay the attention adrian probably deserved, turning his body in his direction. “ you could at least let them know how to run the place better. ”
“ I do happen to see the irony, but regardless there’s always a possibility of it happening. And that’s why we’re more than one. ” She stepped closer to him to study the wound on his back. “ Hm, well it depends. ” June mused, her smile now sly, “ You know perfectly well that we’re not allowed on any kind of missions, but what are the odds of you not going on one? ”
“ thank god for you being around, hey ? ” he’s sheepishly laughing as he feels her warmth gravitate closer to his own. sawyer is peering over his shoulder to see at least some of the girl as she tends to his back, though trust easily rests in her hands to fix him up. “ the odds are about as slim as you believing i wouldn’t dare try to get in on any missions. ” a huff of air exposes his displeasure about said fact, the restrictions of being a medic were unbelievable ( to him, at least ). “ how can you be content not going on missions ? it’s mentally exhausting. ”
kenzo’s hands clench around the edges of the tray as she tries not to throw the tray of snickerdoodles at the kid’s face. “ damn, ” she says dryly, “ my plans are foiled. how ever will i get dick now ?? ”
the reaction he receives causes his lips to crack a smile despite he attempt to avoid emotion – he can’t help but appreciate someone that can hold their own. conversation intriguing him, he’s nonchalantly leaning his elbows against the counter top. “ try a less subtle approach, ” he’s sarcastically suggesting. “ you surely can’t worship him that much, to bake him cookies. ”
“ I’m pretty sure that’s a wound you’re hiding there. ” With both hands on her hips and a playful smile on her lips, June wasn’t going to let go of this anytime soon. “ Come on, let me check it out. I promise it won’t sting. ” She beckoned the person in front of her.
“ don’t you see the irony in the medic hurting himself ?? ” it’s a sarcastic question that defends the woung occupying the lower of his back, blood moistening his shirt. “ i know it won’t sting, i just can’t reach it. what are the odds of you not questioning this injury ? ”
she often finds herself sitting on the porch of headquarters late at night when everyone’s inside or at their homes doing their own thing. she hangs out here more than she cares to admit, but she suspects that it isn’t really a bad thing, though she does love the coziness of her apartment along with her pets. the pen in her hand moves across the page rapidly, “ it’s rude to stare. ”
moping around the headquarters bet whatever mischief he’d find himself within the confines of the brick walls he called home, despite the silence that filled space at this ungodly hour. a certain time hit around 212 when everyone disappeared into their own spaces, leaving the curious boy to find his own entertainment each night – target acquiring in the form of a brunette perched on the porch on this moonlit evening. “ there’s difference between staring and observing, what are you doing ? ” subtly never really got the better of sawyer.
preparing is a MISSION of its own, r e a l l y. despite the fact that she’s been in the gang for the better part of a five years, delilah STILL finds herself rather nervous when she’s getting r e a d y — whether it’s for the gangs missions or her own shift at the nightclub, e v e n for school . now, though, her NERVES are for something you’d assume for anyone her age: T E S T S. she has a midterm in ONLY a few days. a gaze of her crystalline hues lands on them for a moment, flash cards placed on the desk h a p h a z a r d l y. “ can we just take a LITTLE break ? i’ll even buy coffee or something. i just NEED to not be studying for a little bit — and thank you for helping, by the way. ”
it’s a twirl of the pen ( with the only purpose of marking corrections on her paper ) that kept the boy occupied as he watched the NERVES shine through her eyes, intensely scanning the flash cards upon the desk. “ i thought you said these midterms were utterly i m p o r t a n t. your words, not mine. ” he’s pushing the focus back onto the study guide, feigning interest on her syllabus before he’s throwing it aside, along with any concern he had carried for her studies. “ get it with an extra shot and you’ve got yourself a deal. it’s no big deal, i’m a fan of hemingway, anyway. ”
her hair was still damp from the shower she took an hour ago, small droplets of water falling on the lightly exposed collarbones that isn’t hidden from the black tanktop she’s currently wearing. elena’s day had been exhausting, to say the least. she’d spent many hours making sure that the guns that were brought in last wednesday was in good shape so that they were safe to use. the last thing she wanted was for anyone to get hurt using something she was responsible for, so, with the help of a few other members, they had cleaned out & re-assembled the ak 47s while making sure they were ready for the next mission the gang had planned. running her fingertips through her brown strands, she made her way to the low lit kitchen the headquarters offered & didn’t hesitate on puling a bottle of water from the fridge. it was after midnight, which meant the rest of the members that were here were either sleeping or working on their own thing in another room. so when she felt a hand landing on her shoulder, her instincts kicked in, making her turn quickly & pushing the other against the wall; the length of her right arm meeting their neck in effort to press on their windpipe. ‘— the fuck?’’ she faltered, her eyes landing on the face of the attacker & her grip loosening as she realized who it was.
happening a flash, after a simple attempt to escort her away from his desire for a cold beverage, he’s quick on his feet to follow her movement without fail – causing him to land in a rather awkward and direly unnecessary position, his hands ready to strike at her torso at any moment with any more restriction to his throat. “ jesus fucking christ, ” he’s short of wiggling from her grip, a glare finding eye contact. “ i’d suggest removing your forearm from my neck before you find your own twisted beyong repair. ”
dropping his bag on the floor of the basement, adrian scoffed at the mess of their headquarters. he’d been incarcerated for just 6 months & they’d managed to turn the place into a pigsty ?? “ i’d say it feels GOOD to be home but holy fucking shit, who the fuck was in charge of cleaning ? ”
it’s a mere glance over the couch that acknowledges adrian’s return, to which only a twitch in his lips portrays his disinterest in his arrival. the younger boy much prefers the solidarity of his novel that he focuses in on, before interruption sparks again. “ the same people you left in charge of everything else. poorly chosen but who am i to speak. ” sarcasm rolls sourly off his tongue.
he whistles for the dog, clapping his hands to try and get his attention. as always, though, duke is the M O S T hardheaded dog to grace the goddamn planet. instead, he decides to make the next person to walk through the door his victim, barking and wagging his tail. wes lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “ he’s SHIT at following rules, does whatever he damn pleases. ”
a sense of calm hits his body when the barking echoes through the nearby room ( dogs have that effect on him – it’s a soft spot ) and he’s instantly drawn to the four-legged friend. kneeling down upon entrance, a smile appears on his face. “ much smarter than you usually give them credit for, hey ? sort of forget they have a mind of their own. ” hands instantly reaching out, his fingers sliding into his fur. “ hey buddy. ”
as kenzo pulls down the lid of the oven, hot air escapes from the belly of the beast. her eyes squint instinctively, trying not to look directly into the heat, but after a moment, does. with oversized oven mitts decorated with stitched hearts, kenzo reaches into the oven. the cinnamon coating the cookies assault her nostrils. while she hates cinnamon, she hopes the rest of the 212 loves it because the hq is going to reek of it during the remainder of the week.
“ what ?? ” she asks, placing the tray on a nearby table to cool, “adrian’s coming back today. ”
lanky limps glide into the communal space that’s been engulfed with a potent aroma – one sawyer didn’t exactly care for. he’s nonchalantly leaning against a countertop, arms crossing across his chest, eyebrows risen as he studies the girl before him. “ cookies isn’t the way into his bed, y’know ? ”
have a young nick robinson for this ridiculously messy intro post !! ello lovelies, how ya doin? you alright? it’s ya boy STEVIE from australia n i’m eighteen and this lil punk right here is SAWYER, he’s twenty-one and been in 212 for about 5 and a half years !! get to know him a little more under the read more, otherwise, check out the bio already on my account !!
so yeah basically he’s a medic ( however this is against his own desires for a job, don’t expect him to be a caring a lovin lil angel bc if you come to him to get stitched up, he’ll do the job but he ain’t going to be a darlin about it ) he’s been around for 5 and a half years, probably wasn’t an OG OG because he’s a bit young n when he was young he was a bit scrawny looking – his label is also the dirtbag n that’s because he’s been heavily inspired by jess mariano from gilmore girls. but let’s see why he was picked up by adrian
he was left in an orphanage in brooklyn when he was literally days old n not even the orphanage could tell you who the parents were
so basically he grew up really alone bc he definitely wasn’t the best at making friends and he definitely didn’t have the ‘ right attitude ’ to be adopted by anyone so poor lonely boy
fast forward a bit n he was put into the foster system n he was in this was fairly permanent home however that fairly permanent foster home included a discussed ‘ arrangement ’ in which the foster parents pretty much told the boy that they just needed the money, so all he had to do was show up for inspections and they’d pay for school bills but other than that, he was on his own
so best believe he didn't stick around any longer somewhere he wasn’t loved which meant he was alone and set to survive on the streets of new york
so while he was on the streets he learnt and tried his hand ( also ended up getting pretty good at ) being a con artist n hacking
did i mention this lil dude is smart as heck n did i also mention nowadays he’s DEFINITELY a smartass that uses his intelligence to his upper hand
anyway besides the hacking n thieving he got involved with the wrong type of crowd ( probably like a shitty gang – nothing like 212 ) n yeah got into drugs and alcohol
also side note during those street days the crowd he was with was into dog fighting in thats where he found the love of his love; he rescued an australian cattle dog n named her bonnie thats the only thing he truly loves
so he ditched that group once they started doing that bc fuck that n then he was left alone again
he’s act 16 by the time adrian picks him up and he probably saw a lot of himself in sawyer so that’s why he was adopted into 212. so he’s got this cute lil brotherly relationship with adrian. he tried his hand in most things as per what a rookie does except despite clear expertise other areas, he was ordered to become a medic as that allowed him to stay as safe as possible AND stay out of missions
you best believe this makes sawyer SALTY AF cause he don’t want to be no goddamn medic and he’s also mad that adrian hasn’t given him more power despite how long he’s been around in 212 before
so now this is this lil shithead sawyer, he lives in the tiny abandoned factory/storage space thing where he has the random shed for bonnie n a makeshift kitchen and then upstairs he has a ~ luxurious ~ living room that includes a laptop, desk and n like two chairs and then the next room literally has his bed and some container thing that keeps his minimal clothing choices
he loves literature and has a pretty indie vibe to him, probably appreciates the 70s more than present time n really he’s just a lil shit head come love him
for connections i’m definitely just looking for the basic ones but specifically i’d love for sawyer:
someone that REALLY hates him and he hates them n yeah they just do not get along – probably a hacker or get away driver or definitely even 2ic characters bc low-key he’s very jealous
i’d love a lil love plot that has him break away from his dirtbag tendencies and actually gets to know him him ( like rory to jess )
probably someone he fixes up all the goddamn time – maybe there’s a reason they come to him all the time idk lets plot that
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