𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃? @crimefreed - Tumblr Blog

CELIO ALESSANDRO RENTERIA. 44 year old criminal who might be looking to make a new name for himself or might just be happy not to be rotting away in some prison. penned by jays (he/him, 27, est).

#ooc / pinned

warriorstranded

on one hand, the doors being stuck was a good thing. meant they definitely would notice if someone tried getting inside. not that anybody ever tried. despite the fire burning bright inside the big newsroom area, their existence inside the office building went unseen. the windows had been covered - insulation & protection alike & the smoke handily sank through the gaps in the broken windows off to the sides & floor. not the comfiest place, but ... it had protected them for months now.

together with the help from inside, they got the door open. sailor's mouth, huh? fair. "nobody complained yet." maybe they didn't dare, though he doubted it. "thanks for the assist. thought i'd have to freeze my ass off out there." he stepped inside, glancing around back at the door. they had to make sure someone kept an eye on it in case someone else got trapped outside. for now though, elijah headed for one of the heaters, palms rubbed against one another for extra warmth. "what you been up to?" his gaze fell on... oh. another heater. a bit worse for wear, but not lost. "fuck, you fixin' up a heater?" they could use it, badly. the cold came to stay & they had gas that would last them a while. “need a hand? i got a good one still.”

crimefreed

sometimes, he felt like a caged dog. he wasn't even the one that was trapped outside, but the effort that it took to open that door showed him a couple of things. he wasn't twenty years old anymore. this building kept people out as much as they kept them in. without each other, they would probably die. none of that was working to calm him down about the situation that he was in. at least he wasn't going to be arrested when he turned a random corner. that was a good thing … right? there was a lot at stake here, so he just had to keep his head high.

when the door was finally busted open, he couldn't help but snicker. “most people are probably afraid to tell it how it is. i ain't.” that was just one of the many times celio made that clear. he was never one to bite his tongue or hold back. “i'm sure someone else would've let you in before that happened.” they were a community. all about helping one another. right? at least that's what they liked to say to everyone's face. “yeah. unless you wanna spend the rest of the winter with just a couple of crappy ones.” he wasn't just fixing it, he was making sure it kicked the cold's ass. the builder nodded silently, kneeling down and grabbing his tools again. “get on the other side. just sit against it.”

#warriorstranded #c: elijah #celio / interacts

lunargloomed

jean had seen this guy around the office many times, the same grump expression followed with a huff of frustration. he already felt anxious being so cramped with so many unknown faces, and this one was never a face which seemed completely welcoming. ❝ you wouldn't know how to fix an old radio, would ya? ❞ within the safe house the surgeon usually kept to himself, devoting this new 'life' continuing to patch people up, making sure they survive whatever world they had all entered in. though it didn't stop him from snooping around every nook and cranny of the offices he now considered home. well, a home of sorts. ❝ just found it in some old cabinet. no luck from me tryin' to fix the hunk of junk, but you could know a thing or two. ❞

crimefreed

what was the point in wasting their time with a radio? were they going to have a dance party? then, celio remembered some stations had news channels and alerts on them. he thought about lying, then changed his mind.

❝ i'm sure that i can fix it up, yeah. probably not that different from the other things i've been tinkering with. ❞

everything was just a series of wires connected together. even the people. although he hadn't spoken a lot to the other man, he knew that he was one of the healers. they needed someone like him around. no matter how cranky the ex-thief was about having so many guys in a tight space. he leaned up against the wall and just nodded.

❝ i can get it from you right now or if you want we can meet later and you can hand it off to me. what you hoping on catching there? ❞

#lunargloomed #c: jean #celio / interacts

warriorstranded

@stayingalivehq; open to all

summer brought heat and the stink of rot. fall stripped the trees, made it harder to hide. winter, though… winter was different. the snow made everything quiet—too quiet. the cold wasn't just outside anymore. it had a way of seeping in, into our bones, into our heads. it was something new to fight. elijah knew it was coming, they'd had months to prepare, but as the cold washed over the city, he found himself humbled once more.

they'd stocked up on everything they could, had prepared water tanks close to the fireplace to reheat & tried to insulate at least the floor they lived on, but it was still cold. the group had shrunk significantly over the past few weeks; some left due to hunger or fear, some left because of the cold, some left just because they could, but those who stayed remained strong.

the last raid left him a bit worse for wear, but then again - compared to the one before, he was fine. his arm was wrapped up after he'd cut it open on the pipe of a broken heater, but one of the docs left him with a few stitches & it was healing up great. though that also meant that ......unfortunately, occasionally, he needed help because he wasn't supposed to put strain on the arm just yet.

"fuckin' piece of shit, fuck." hushed curses, a kick to the door that refused to budge, which he assumed was because of the cold. metal frames shrunk, wood expanded & he was stuck outside his own home. it was only the main living area, but still — it was freezing out there. "anybody in there able to open the fu—flippin' door please? helloo?"

crimefreed

honestly, the less people around the better. at least that's what celio thought. there were too many mouths to feed, too many people that needed blankets, just too many of everything. he had finished stealing from one of the stores with the thick winter coats and gear. he had taken to do what he did best nowadays, build.

he grabbed his tools and hunkered down to work on one of the heaters. celio tried his best to make sure that it was going to start working. they needed something that at least radiated a semblance of warmth. that was when he heard something coming from the outside. he grabbed his wrench like it was a weapon and turned to face the door.

then he realized that it wasn't someone that was coming to attack them. it was one of them. that sentence still felt strange in his mind. celio wasn't used to being a part of a big group like this. he was always on high alert. which was rich since he was the criminal. perhaps he should've just ignored him. he could only think about what the other guys would have said.

with a grunt, he got up from the ground and walked on over to the door. at first, it wouldn't budge too much, but eventually he pulled it through. “everyone around here used to your sailor's mouth yet? hurry up.” he stepped over to the inside to give elijah enough space to step inside.

#warriorstranded #celio / interacts #c: elijah #the only other divider i have for him has lipstick so lol

location: leaving the bathrooms

fixing a toilet was not what he thought he was going to get into as a builder. celio was leaving while huffing and puffing, nearly running someone over at the entrance. “didn't see you there.” no apologies. barely even moving to let the other walk on by. his life was filled with so much promise before. “careful with the one all the way at the end. don't know what the fellas have been doing there, but things got messy.” at least he was all cleaned up, that was what mattered. he was itching to hot wire a car and go for a drive, but that wasn't his job. “if you know anything that needs fixing, let me know.” the more celio did around here, the less people would be inclined to kick him out.

#sahqstarter #ooc / starters

Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that [JD PARDO]? No way, that's [CELIO RENTERIA]. The [44] year old [CIS MALE ( + HE/HIM)] used to be a [CRIMINAL]. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be [RESOURCEFUL] & [CRAFTY], but rumor has it they're also [DECEITFUL] & [STUBBORN], which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the [BUILDER] role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.