I'm tryna put you in the WORST m o o d . P1 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓇 than your ( ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ) shoes. Milli point two just to hurt you. all red Lamb' just to tease you. None of these ᵗᵒʸˢ on lease too. Made your WHOLE year in a week too. Main bitch out your 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝑔𝓊𝑒 too. Side bitch out of your ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ too. House so e m p t y , need a centerpiece. Twenty racks a table cut from 𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕪. Cut that ivory into skinny pieces. Then she 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃 it with her ( face ) man I ❝ love ❞ my baby. You talking MONEY, need a hearing aid. You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade. Switch up my style, I take any 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕖. I switch up my cup, I kill any p a i n . Look what you've DONE. I'm a motherfuckin' starboy. Every day a brother try to test me. Every day a brother try to end me. Pull ( o f f ) in that Roadster SV. Pockets overweight, gettin' ʰᵉᶠᵗʸ. Coming for the KING, that's a far cry. I come 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 in the night time. No competition, I don't really listen. I'm in the ʙʟᴜᴇ Mulsanne bumping ❝ New Edition. ❞ Legend of the f a l l took the ( year ) like a bandit. Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon. Now she hit the grocery shop looking 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒽. Star Trek roof in that wrath of Khan. girls get ˡᵒᵒˢᵉ when they hear this 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘. 100 on the dash get me close to ɢᴏᴅ. We don't pray for 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, we just pray for cars.
the mood at lou’s may have been somber but by the time they get to the warehouse and get settled in, jagger’s anger has taken a spot on the backburner. the truth was, they’d not only pulled off a stellar heist with minimal injury (pour one out for wes) but jagger had also been successful in his temporary promotion to getaway driver. he’s got reason to be proud and he’s not going to let some cowardly bastards named after a flimsy playing card suit but a damper on his mood. he’s gone back outside with elias, knowing that the raven haired male was going to want to inspect his vehicle despite jagger’s promises that there wasn’t a single scratch on it. “i’m telling you,” he drawls with a lilt, one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other gestures towards the car he’d driven, “there’s not even a nick on it. and even if there was – which there’s not – you’d only have yourself to blame. you taught me to drive like a pro.” jagger was probably more of an amateur by comparison, but his ego would never let him utter such a word. // @elvcs
elias had to admit that while driving amidst all the chaos, he was much worries about his car. he couldn’t believe that he got caught up in the action and simply let jagger drive it. sure, he thought the boy a few tricks here and there, but it was his car for god’s sake! no one was supposed to drive it except for him. the boy didn’t joke around when it came to his car. elias’ hands found themselves sliding against the hood of the car, feeling the smooth material underneath his palms. his car seemed alright, nothing noticeable. ‘’i’ll believe it when i see it with my own eyes j.’’ his dark hues inspecting every crevice of the vehicle, making sure there wasn’t a single scratch. ‘’as if i’d ruin my own car.’’ the raven haired male scoffed, he’d die before ruining his precious baby. ‘’tone it down a notch, would ya champ?’’ he chuckled lowly. elias was a good teacher and jagger was an okay student, but he wasn’t a pro. he could be a chauffeur, not driving during hit and run. at least everyone in the car survived, he had to give him that.
What had become of the headquarters was enough to shake Eliza up, prompting her to go straight to her car to sort of guard the thing since she knew their enemies had figured out their hideout. They would all be moving to the warehouse, something she hated to no end, but it was necessary she supposed. Eliza drove herself and a few others to the building, parking it in the lot and covering the Charger up again before heading inside to spend the night. God, it was like camping, she hated camping.
It was around three in the morning now and though she was tired, her mood instantly lifted when she saw Elias there. It wasn’t that she was happy to see he was okay or anything nice like that, Eliza was excited to brag about how great of a driver she was. Sure he had gotten to headquarters a few seconds before her, but did he pull a crazy reverse like she did? Probably not. The blonde made her way over to him with that smug look on her face, leaning on the wall beside the man. “So… What’s it like being the second best driver here?” she asked, nudging his shoulder playfully.
elias was in dire need of a cigarette right now. the boy didn’t bring them along to heists and missions, ‘cause it was unnecessary and could be dangerous to leave his finger prints behind if the small pack fell out of his back pocket. he had a few in his apartment too, but they were under strict orders not to leave the perimeter. on top of that, he had to sleep in a sleeping bag, the last time he did that was when he was out living in the streets. he leaned against the brick wall, briefly closing his eyes and breathing in the rather cold early morning/late night air. it was nipping at his skin, he’ll probably catch a cold, but he didn’t mind as long as he could have one ( or two ) minutes of peace. his moment was short-lived when the blonde came over. a smirk made its way to his features. ‘’well, i’d have to ask you that.’’ he crossed his arms. elias was proud when it came to his driving skills and cars, he would never admit defeat. ‘’you don’t have a cig, do ya?’’ he asked, hoping that she’d surprise him by pulling out a lighter and a stick.
when you were little
you held your mother’s favorite glass figurine in your fingers
& you loved it so tightly
that you snapped it in your palms
& since then
you’ve let go of beautiful things
before you get around to breaking them.
Excerpt from my chapbook and charity fundraiser, Phobic // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
i’m the typa gal to come in the middle of an event, wow, congrats to me. i swear it wasn’t my intention and arghh, i’m the worst. aw well, heyy! i’m sums and here’s my baby eli! you can find a hella long intro HERE and i have a few random connections HERE that are all open to nb/f/m. i’ll slide in sum bullet points about his personality under the cut!
so my babes elias is a man of few words. like when he says something u better stfu bc the boy won’t repeat it. when he says something is either to point out mistakes/be judgemental, be sarcastic, lie or in extremely rare occasions talk about his e m o t i o n s.. wow
okay so he’s a pro at what he does. ask him to drive anything u want bby. like buses, cars, motorcycles, scooters, vans, trucks, helicopters. now he’s trying how to fly planes and it’s going mildly well.
he’s smart, more street smart than intellectually smart but he learns quick.
knows how to make impromptu decisions. like works extremely well under pressure.
runs away from the cops, feelings, responsibilities, tasks & people so well hdsj.
behind the apathetic, mean, destructive, impersonal wall he has, he’s a lil mushroom who wants to be loved? like a teddy bear. poor bby wasn’t loved right.
you can find a few wcs under the readmore!! like this or mssg me if you like one of ‘em!
NEGATIVE.
MUTUAL DISLIKE; whether your character is a driver, an intelligence, a hitman, etc. these two don’t get along. maybe it’s because there’s a competition between them , who’s the most valuable ‘’eliter’’. or your character thinks eli’s the mole since the boy rarely speaks and keeps to himself.
BULLY; so eli was bullied when he was younger for multiple reasons. once he ran away from home he thought he left that life behind. but as soon as he joined encantado, your character constantly picks on him and elias is just annoyed but lets the other have their ‘’fun’’.
FRIENDLY.
TRAINER; elias is an ace at driving. he’s amazing and he could probably kick your ass at any race. but he’s not so good with fistfights or guns. so maybe your character ( in their free time ) helps eli with those things. self-defense & stuff like that. maybe it started after their last mission when eli realised he needed those skills or it has been going on for awhile.
DOUBLE TROUBLE; elias and your character may or may not get along. maybe they click and is one of the few friends he has or they can’t seem to be in the same room without snarky remarks and nasty glances. but one things is for sure, they’re invincible out in the field, they make a dynamic duo. adriana noticed it and always pair them up for missions. it can be a blessing or a curse. ( hc: these two can communicate without words, only slight movements and looks are needed. they’re also used to working together so they have a little routine of their own. )
ROMANTIC.
DON’T STOP; so elias doesn’t flirt. he tells himself he could never have a romantic life again after he became a criminal. so he just keeps to himself. but your character is a natural flirt. and they took a special liking towards the raven boy. elias never reciprocated their flirty smiles, for awhile. but your character made the boy come out of his shell and he flirts back & teases. which his amazing. ( hc; maybe before every mission they kiss for ‘’good luck’’ )
*sing song vc* this is soooo lateeee! wow, amazing, spectacular. if i keep going at this rhythm, i’ll be late to my own funeral gosh. anyways, ‘ello lovelies. i’m summer but pls call me sums ( bc i love sums of money amirite? ) so if you didn’t notice, i’m the worst person and don’t come ‘n tell me that i didn’t warn you guys. so below this little line here is gonna be a battlefield aka elias’ life. so i hope you enjoy this total chaos.
elias ceryl rahal was born in the cold winter of ‘94. in the small town of platsburg, near the border the canadian border, elias took his first steps. he lived in a house where soup was a regular meal and naps were an often occurence, to sleep the hunger away. his father, ahmad rahal, worked at night, in those big trucks, digging the snow off the streets while his mother, sara, was a cleaning lady for the houstons. for young eli, home smelt like ajax and cigarettes. at the mere age of five, elias knew the trip from his grandma’s to home by heart, in which he walked alone everyday. his mother dearest was working during the day, while his father slept, so he had to spend his summer months at jida’s house. she thought him everything he knows. from baking to reading. for the few hours his grandpa was awake, he’d tell stories about the indo-pakistani war. with hungry eyes, the raven boy would listen, until the elder couldn’t speak anymore. at six pm, the boy would take his small spongebob backpack and head home. his life was a endless cycle.
at age six, elias made it to school. it was small and local. people often doubted the teachers and their lessons. but eli liked it. he didn’t have to stay home where the smoke clogged his lungs nor where the toxic products tickled his nose. but it wasn’t quite the paradise at school. kids would pick him because of his weird food. while they had white bread sandwiches, elias ate his smelly keema. no matter how many times the boy told his momma he wanted red sauce spaghetti, he still had to eat samosas. but he didn’t let the mean classmates get to him. he’d continue his way and absorb everything mrs. teacher had to tell. and when he went back home. he’d take his time doing homework, since he didn’t have a lot of pages to colour or letters to trace. he didn’t like when his dad had to leave, he always said a bad word while doing so. often directed towards mama. but what elias hated more than everything was his saturdays. his dad was home all day, which meant violent movies and his friends coming over. they weren’t nice either. they asked eli to stay in his room.
as he grew up the mean words started to hurt a little more. and when momma tried to get away, his grip left little nail marks on her skin. when she put elias to sleep, the eight year old would notice and kiss the little bubus knowing it would make it better. after all, momma told him that his kiss was magic. but one night papa slaped momma. in front of him! elias didn’t know how to react, he only saw those types of gestures on tv. his heart stopped for a while and tears brimmed his eyes. it was like the three of them were on pause. nobody moved they just looked at each other. but it was okay because papa apologized and the next day took eli to see one of his big trucks. they were enormous! they scared him a little but he was curious and wanted to know how they worked.
elias was fourteen when he started running. not only he was on the track team but a girl had kissed him! she had stolen his magic kiss! it was easy to say that the teen got mad and slapped the girl, just like papa did to momma sometimes. he got sent to the principal, they told him it wasn’t right. but he didn’t understand, papa did it too! although, he didn’t tell them about that and just nodded. when his mom picked him up she was furious. so so mad! she started crying because she was enraged. she told him that she didn’t want to see that again. never. everytime he wanted to slap a girl, he imagined his momma and didn’t do it. he’d never hurt her.
the situation at home just got worse. as he opened the door to his house, grey smoke surrounded him. but it didn’t smell like cleaning products anymore. just like alcohol and not the rubbing kind. but one night, elias will forever remember, he was sixteen and a half. he was up late doing chemistry homework when his father came back home. he started screaming about he lost his job and that it was their fault, that if he didn’t have a wife or a child, he’d have much more money. he’d slapped sara, again and again and again. elias didn’t hear it, he had headphones on, bohemian rhapsody playing while he wrote endless formulas. he didn’t notice anything until someone slammed his door open. he jumped on his wooden chair and looked towards his father. it was the first time he had seen such hunger, hunger for destruction. his knuckles were bruised and his eyes were wild. he pounced on elias. but the boy was quick, he got away. with his wallet on his back pocket he ran out of the house. not before seeing momma’s body on the floor. sleeping. or that’s what he thought. his legs lead him to the pizza delivery place. where he was a driver. the keys to the car were attached to his pants. without a second thought, he jumped on the vehicle and drove. he drove until his hands were sore and the gas ran out.
that’s how he became a felon. he had stole his first of countless cars. from then on, he’d hang around the garage. it was his cousin’s. well distant cousin. he lived a few miles away from the big apple. elias made the other swear secrecy on his whereabouts. he know his father was looking for him. but the boy barely spoke and was discreet. he worked at the garage by day and dragged raced at night. winning money for himself. soon enough, he’d know how to fix a car like you know the alphabet. he knew how to drive a bus, a motorcycle. anything that came in and out of the garage. the boy also read books, about everything. and it looked like he knew just as much. racing became an addiction, running away from the cops was second nature and scheming plans for auto theft was like one plus one.
for a while, elias worked for a gang. they weren’t small but they weren’t big. nothing compared to encantado. but he did learnt how to fly. planes and helicopters. it wasn’t too hard when all you had to do was to sneak into uni classes and read endless books about it. he loved to leave. sometimes he’d disappear for days and comeback with more money that when he left. he raced until he got to new york. where he committed his first and last error. he ran so fast, into a car. adriana verissimo’s car. next thing he knew. he was in debt towards the woman and was recruited into the organized crime association.
THIS IS SO LONG JESUS CHRIST! IF YOU READ THIS IM NOT EVEN FUCKING KIDDING GO TREAT YOURSELF. PLEASE. JUST GO. ITS ON ME. ANYWAYS. IDK IF THAT WAS TOO DEEP OR NOT ENOUGH BUT PLS LOVE MY BABY AND I DOWN!!
