Damon Hughes

Thirty-Six + Owner of First Fitness + Straight Resides: Westbrook FC: Anthony Mackie+ Roleplaying purposes only

[marcosantangelo-deactivated2016]

“This woman came in with a chunk of her hair missing and asked me to fix it because her old hair stylist sneezed mid cut and now she looks like a monk.”

[damon-hughes]

"Is there a way to come back from that?"

[caddockdrengith]

Caddock knew almost immediately that this man knew less about motorcycles than he did, and prior to the research he had done his knowledge had been very little. Normally he wasn’t one to claim false knowledge or specialties, but after learning as much as he had about the bike, the man couldn’t help but scoff at the question asking whether or not it was new.

“It’s actually rather old,” the Hungarian replied, only to pause as the other readjusted their statement. Caddock’s jaw clenched, and he raised a brow. He could work with the revision too. “Well, that’s because it’s restored. Can’t give a piece of rusted crap as a gift, now can you?”

[damon-hughes]

He felt like a child caught in a lie. Damon might as well have had his hand in a cookie jar and crumbs all over his face. "Well, it looks really nice. Good job!" Taking a step forward, he continued to admire the bike. “I mean, that’s why I noticed it. I’ve never really been a bike guy.” Should he have been calling it a bike? Motorcycle didn’t seem casual enough. "A friend of mine rides a moped. That’s the closest thing I’ve ever been near." He sighed, "I’m sorry if I rubbed you the wrong way, I should have just told you it was cool. Who’s it for?”

[worshipthetemple]

“Daamn, looking good for being like a hundred then. Someone found the fountain of youth while I was away,” she teases, flirts, “No, really,” she waves a hand, “I woke up late then it was a struggle actually feeling like I could function  and pants,” she says, like it’s something heavy and deadly, “Pants are hard to put on. But I am here and that’s what matters.”

[damon-hughes]

“I’d like to thank Leonard DiCaprio for my youthful appearance. Him, and James Cameron’s lighting.” Damon closed his eyes, his voice sounding gentle as if there was a deeper meaning behind his words, "Pants. One of life's hardest struggles." When he opened his eyes a smile formed, "You could have stood me up. But then what would you do if we ran into each other?”

[caddockdrengith]

After over a month of researching and scouring around all of the Northeast, he had found the perfect present. It was an original Indian motorcycle, restored to its former beauty. Although he couldn’t remember the model or year, he didn’t worry himself over the details. Motorcycles weren’t his things, they were hers. With money as no object, he had successfully picked up and purchased the bike earlier that morning, and by this point he was gradually getting back into riding. It had been many years since he had ridden a motorcycle. Come to think of it, the last time was when he was a teenager.

Pushing down the kickstand, the Hungarian glanced up as the shadow of a person flickered in his peripherals. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be approached in public, although it was strange to see him on a motorcycle. With an arm of his sunglasses clenched between his teeth, the man furrowed his brow, looking to the other, murmuring, “You got something to say?”

[damon-hughes]

Damon knew very little about motorcycles. Everything he knew came from watching half an episode of Sons of Anarchy. So when he found himself being confronted by a man who was sitting on one, he almost felt like an idiot for not having anything to say. "Nice bike?" He questioned, believing that it did genuinely look nice but he didn't know if it was actually true. “Is it new or something?” Damon regretted the words instantly, knowing that he was giving himself away. "I mean, it's in good condition." He figured that the only thing that he could do now to possibly make this situation more awkward was to knock the guy's bike down. Yeah. The moment was young, he wouldn't have been surprised if it happened.

[peytonolds]

“Would you be interested in buying any of my current friends?”

[damon-hughes]

“I don‘t know. You might have to throw in a puppy or two for free.”

[worshipthetemple]

She had this bad habit of being late, and sure, they’d been awake a whopping ten minutes before the chime of their phone went off, a chime in which they assume it’s Damon. Which just caused Temple to rush around more as they slid over to their bedside table to check and reply, to tell him all they needed was pants and to drive. Or, well, ride their moped because the weather was nice. Even though she feels like she should have ran because she was.. nervous? Was that a thing? She opted to ignore it.“I am here, and only a little late, therefore I cannot be blamed,” she said, having ran the block or two from where she parked to here, so there was a slight pant to their words which stilled after a moment.

[damon-hughes]

Damon's voice shook, his hands shaking along with his words, "It's been 84 years..." A smile cracked against his lips and he shrugged, “I'm just going to assume that a giant parade cut in front of you and you had to ditch your moped and run across town. How close is my guess?” Damon wasn't bothered by her tardiness, yet he couldn't help but give her a hard time about it.

[damon-hughes]

Damon never really had a problem with coming in on Saturdays. He felt that it was more than fair considering he hired others to do the same. Today was a little different though and he wondered if he could even consider it a work day. If he was going to be spending most of the day with just one person, and work was hardly his goal, then was it some sort of work-date hybrid? Was that unprofessional? Technically he wasn’t breaking any of his own rule so he figured it must not have bee too bad. Damon reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, thumb dancing around the screen as he sent Temple a text. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and began to wait.

@worshipthetemple

[peytonolds]

“I can barely afford my own life, let alone buying some friends. Besides, what if they turn out to also be awful and it’s just a waste of my energy?”

[damon-hughes]

"I guess you'd just sell them then."

[maddiecarter-blog1]

“I was just talking to her about how she needed to keep them inside at night due to them barking and disturbing her neighbors. And this little rat just lunges at me.” Callie said laughing a bit. “Well now I’ll have a semi cool scar to elaborate on.”

[damon-hughes]

"I think I'd start telling people that I got attacked by a bear though. People would think you're pretty bad ass for getting out of that with just a small scar."

[jude-nolan]

“You know what? I might actually take you up on it this time. My lungs don’t feel like giving up on me every step I take anymore and I might actually afford a membership. How much are they again?”

[damon-hughes]

"You could always come and request a 1 month trial? I'll even get those papers set up for you before you come. If you're into it, you know. No pressure."

[moonxyuri]

“— i’m not saying I have the munchies, but I’m definitely going to eat all of this and no, I’m not sharing… not even a little.” 

[damon-hughes]

"That's really hurtful. Do you know that?"

[maddiecarter-blog1]

Callie sat at the bar sipping her beer. It had been a long day and she was still nursing a wound from getting bit by a dumb Pomeranian. Someone sat down next to her and Callie glanced at them before taking another sip. “You know, I don’t get why they say pit bulls are the bully breeds. I have three stitches that say that smaller dogs are a lot worse.”

[damon-hughes]

"Oh, come on. Seriously?" Damon leaned over, his gaze scanning for the mentioned stitches, "I’ve only ever been stared down by them.”

[peytonolds]

“Making new friends is a lot easier said than done. Yeah, your prize is free brownies and evidently great conversation with myself.”

[damon-hughes]

"I think the trick is to just buy your friends. It works for me! Well, I can't really complain about either of those things."

[jude-nolan]

Jude laughed loud. “Oh I get that, I was always stealing my brother’s. Thirty seven? You’re thirty-seven. Wow. You. Don’t. Look it. At all. You need to give me some of your secrets. I mean I know you’re at an advantage with the whole black don’t crack thing and I’m gonna prune faster than you can say Bernie Sanders, but there’s gotta be something.”

[damon-hughes]

“Do you really want to ask the health nut his secrets? I'll just try to persuade you to join my gym. My good looks are just part of promotion.”

[sxseohyun]

“Oh~ like in vampire diaries Damon! I like that name.. Well, him mostly. But it’s a nice name. Nice to meet you.”

[damon-hughes]

Damon blushed at the comparison made towards his name, "You know, I've never actually seen that. I hope he's a cool guy. Likewise."

[peytonolds]

“I am friends with some questionable people. So, maybe you’ve got a point there. – Don’t worry about it, I’m just surprised you ordered it in the first place.”

[damon-hughes]

"Yeah? You’ve got to get yourself better buddies. It was on the menu though. Do I get a prize or something?”

[jude-nolan]

“Why, what did you have in your time? You’re making me feel like I’m talking to a geriatric, but that’s your fault man, using words like in my time and shit. We’re only what…four, five years apart? How old are you anyway? Thirty two?”

[damon-hughes]

"Orange peels. I'm kidding. I don't even remember. I used to just slather on whatever my dad put on. It smelled like church, or what people at church smelled like. It smelled better than axe, though. I'm thirty-seven, man."