Is That Scary For You, Baby?

Am I amusing you or just confusing you? Am I the beast you visualized?

[suttondonnie]

Donnie turned to look at Henry, his eyes squinted from the ache of the sun "Stop fuckin' with me" he replied, his voice sounding as if it had been drug over gravel. His lips slowly tugged up at one end in a barely there smirk, if there was one thing he knew about Henry- it was that he enjoyed getting a rise out of him, and sometimes he succeeded. "That's exactly what they want you to think" he said after a long moment, inhaling a long drag from the addiction between his lips. "Hiding in plain sight" his body leaned in towards Henry, brows raised before pointing a finger at the pigeon now sitting a few feet away from them.

"That little fucker's got some high tech- top of the line monitoring system, just taking it allllll in" he gave a quick nod, sitting straight and sniffling hard. Donnie wasn't a smart man, he'd barely finished middle school and officially dropped out in ninth grade- but he was extremely confident in his abilities to spot government spyware. The man blew out a thin stream of smoke, leaning back against the bench. "Where you headed?"

[chasinghenry]

"You know I can't do that. Plus, it's fun to fuck with you." The older of the two playfully nudged him with his elbow. He glanced back over to the pigeon when the other pointed at it, raising his right brow. "Mmmm, I don't know much 'bout that, Don... I don't think this town is quite THAT technologically advanced." He snorted. Like Donnie, he left school after the sixth grade, but what he lacked in book smarts, he had in street smarts. "I was actually on my way to work, but I saw your ass on out here and decided to just have a chat." Henry shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms. " 'Sides, I'm technically pretty early. Work doesn't really start for another..." He paused, pulling his phone out from his pocket and glanced at the time, "About another half an hour, give or take.... Wanna walk with me? We've got a few new 'midnight ballerinas' or whatever Holiday's been callin' 'em that I think might be up your alley~"

[suttondonnie]

Open starter @cypresscove-starters Donnie x Open Location: A Park

Donnie groaned as the harsh morning light hit his eyelids like a punch in the face. His head throbbed with the familiar ache of a night spent making questionable decisions and his mouth tasted of cheap gin and tobacco. He shifted his weight, his back popping between the metal slats of the park bench, and blinked heavily- disorientated and attempting to piece together where he was.

Right in front of him landed a fat, grey pigeon- staring blankly at him, unblinking. The man rubbed sleep and dirt from his eyes before glaring directly at the bird. "Fuck off you feathered wiretap" he mumbled, swatting a tattooed hand towards the creature, to which it ignored and pecked at the ground.

Donnie ran his fingers through the short brunette tufts of hair at the top of his head and cracked his neck as he pulled a loose cigarette from his shirt pocket. "Can you fucking believe this?" he muttered, mostly to himself but also to anyone close enough to hear him. "Big brother isn't even trying anymore- that one doesn't even look real" he scowled, flickering a red lighter to ignite the end of his cigarette.

[chasinghenry]

Henry had just been on his way to work when he saw Donnie laying on the bench, making him roll his eyes. "Fuckin' kid...." He mumbled under his breath as he gently smacked the other's cheek to wake him up, making sure he wasn't dead or on his way to it. When he ended up waking up and sitting up, he breathed a sigh of relief before sitting down beside him. His work could wait, he was sure of it. "...Y'think that's a fuckin' wiretrap, Don? C'mon, they wouldn't be that obvious, I can promise ya that..." He snorted, watching as the bird flew away when it was swatted at. "If anything, they'd probably be in the lamp posts, or even this very seat." Henry loved making people paranoid by his jokes, it made him feel in control, which he rarely ever got to have. "Maybe I'm a wiretrap... Maybe YOU'RE a wiretrap, Don-a-Don~"

[chasinghenry]

CIS MALE, HE/HIM. Hey, is that STEVEN OGG? No that is just HENRY LYONS around Cypress Cove. I heard they are 52 years old, and their birthday is NOVEMBER 24TH, 1973. They rest their head in the CYPRESS VILLAGE but they can mainly be found working as BARTENDER AT AFTERGLOW (COAST). Some say they are HONEST, DETERMINED, ECCENTRIC but can be RECKLESS, IRRITABLE, IMPATIENT. If they had a theme song, it would be BAD BY MICHAEL JACKSON. I hear they are LOCAL either way Cypress Cove is home and welcomes you!

BASICS:

full name: Henry Elias Lyons

nicknames: Hen, Hens, Henny

age: 52

dob: November 24th, 1973

hometown: Ontario, Canada

current location: Cypress Cove, Georgia

neighborhood: Southside

occupation: Bartender

gender: Cis-male

pronouns He/Him

sexuality: Gay

relationship status: Single

POSITIVE TRAITS: Honest, determined, eccentric

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, irritable, impatient

theme song: Bad - Michael Jackson

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

face claim: Steven Ogg

hair color: Brown with bits of grey

eye color: Brown

height: 6'6"

weight: 212 lbs

tattoos: Numerous small ones (maple leaf on arm, 'cut here' with scissors and a dotted line on his neck, 'FUCK' on his right knuckles 'YOU!' on his left knuckles, a fly on his right hand between his thumb and index fingers)

piercings: tongue

scars: Numerous littered all over his body from childhood and his criminal days.

FAMILY:

mother: Crystal 'Candy' Lyons

father: Unknown

siblings: Mark, Matthew, Andrew, Anthony, Charles, and David Lyons (younger brothers)

children: None

pet(s): N/A

IMPORTANT BITS:

From the day he was born, Henry was handed the short hand of the stick. An abandoned father, a stripper mother who brought Johns home at all hours of the night (sometimes numerous ones), 6 younger brothers, and a tiny trailer. To say his life was spent practically pressed against SOMEONE in the family wouldn't be too far from the truth. He ended up sleeping two kids to a single bunk with one bunk bed and one larger bed. The only reason there were so many Lyons' was because his mother was DETERMINED to have a girl, but her body would only produce boys. Growing up, Henry was always the loneliest one, his mother always focused on someone else. So he would act out as much as he possibly could just to get that tiny ounce of affection from anyone that would pay attention. It followed him into his school career until he dropped out in the 6th grade to help raise his brothers and then followed him into his teen years. As a teenager, he ended up running away due to all the neglect and abuse he'd faced by the hand of the numerous different adults in his life and that had started his life of crime. From robbing people to stealing cars, to even an accidental robbery gone horribly wrong. He ended up fleeing from the scene of the accidental murder and crossed country lines, coming all the way to Georgia. He even met other criminals on his way to Georgia, leading him to learning more and more about the criminal underground. However, once he got to Cypress Cove, he gave up that life of crime and now currently tries his hardest to live a normal life. However, he has relapsed and extorted people whenever he needed to make a quick dollar (partially to make sure his friends were taken care of), and while he feels immense guilt on a daily basis, that was just how his life was and remains to this day.

[senes-aeterni]

Happy Birthday to Steven Ogg! May 15th