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jack cooper

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ritaroland‌:

she scoffed as he called her ‘ma’am’ since the name reminded her of her grandmother. she wasn’t that old, right? “my name is rita. not ma’am.” she clarified.

“Look I’m not out here tryin’ to lose my job because of your complex” he informed her, noting the fact that she was clearly intoxicated. Not uncommon on this shit “Did you need help with anything”

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monmoore‌:

“a week? that’s pretty long if you ask me,” she pouted pressing the ice pack to her red face. not only will she die of a heatstroke, but she also injured herself in front of a cute, albeit grouchy maintenance guy. “can’t you maybe speed up the process for your new favorite hallorann guest?” 

“I can offer a fan for you in the meantime” His voice was monotone, not thrilled about her demands but not shocked by them either. He had had this conversation a couple times already. A sigh blew out of him, fingers dragging along his brow “Fine- fine. Lead the way”

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rita wasn’t the biggest fan of this whole cruise ship concept and she knew that she shouldn’t have brought alcohol onto it, but doing so made it much more obvious that she wasn’t in a place in her life where she could be open towards other people. she was definitely too drunk to care, but she started to head out of her room, frowning as she almost bumped into someone. “excuse me,” she slurred slightly, shaking her head as she looked at the other person. “you don’t own this space, you know.”

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Jack stared at the woman blankly, not surprised by the way she was acting. It wasn’t uncommon in situations like these for the entitlement she was displaying “And neither do you, ma’am” there was disdain in his voice 

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monmoore‌:

she flinched, sensing the irritability in his voice as she did as she was told. “i did call, but nobody came so maybe i thought i’d pay the office a visit,” she said setting her heels onto the floor beneath her seat. “you don’t happen to have a band-aid for a hurt pride, do you?” she joked. 

“Like I said” Jack started, closing the door to his refrigerator “It’s not considered an emergency which means it can take up to a week to get to it” It was clear to him that there was a hint of entitlement, something that went along with the entire vibe she gave off “no” he laughed a little “only the memory of that moment that I’ll never forget”

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monmoore‌:

blue eyes met her hazel ones as she stared back at him, dazed by the attractive man onboard. “sorry, i didn’t mean to intrude,” she stammered, turning around before smacking her forehead on the door.  “i’ll be in room 909,” she winced, rubbing her now red face. “maybe bring an ice pack too.” she blushed. 

“It’s fine” it wasn’t “Next time just call the number on your room phone and it’ll be taken care of” Just as she was about to leave and he was going to be alone, the girl bumped her head into the side of the door. For a moment, he was stunned at the clumsiness. It was like watching a cheesy disney movie. With a sigh he got up, walking to the mini fridge that was filled with soda and snack and pulled out a cold pack “Sit” his patience was getting thin. 

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stilettos in hand, monika walked barefoot down the flight of stairs that led to the maintenance office. her feet were absolutely killing her as she wished she had brought more tennis shoes onboard. the door was ajar revealing a man by a desk. “excuse me, sir.” she said meekly, “the air conditioner in my room is broken and i was wondering if you could help me out.”

It was rare to see someone who clearly wasn’t employed with the ship. Blue eyes looked the girl up and down, the sandwich he was eating place dramatically back on his desk making sure it was clear that this wasn’t the best time for him “It’s not qualified as an emergency” he informed her, his tone monotone “What’s your room number, I’ll put it in the system once I’m off lunch”

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|| richard harmon, male, he/him || ( Jack Cooper ) is a ( 26 ) year old ( maintenance ) on the hallorann for the last ( four months ). people say they are ( confident ) but also ( rude ), and remind others of ( bloody knuckles, cheap bars, and knee holes in jeans ). bet they sure didn’t expect anyone to know about ( him killing a client when he was a drug runner ) but someone does, and ( Jack ) better cooperate if they plan to keep their lives.

Jack’s family life was never the greatest. His dad was always in and out of jail, mom always had a new guy in her bed. 

It’s the stereotypical story of a terrible family that resulted in a terrible child. 

Even as a little kid, Jack was always getting into trouble- running away, getting in fights. He acted out a lot and his life just kind of went down from there.

This behaviour went on with him into middle school then into high school until he was finally kicked out. 

Jack took that as a sign that maybe school wasn’t for him and at 16 years old, just kind of quit

Like all kids from the wrong side of the street that didn’t try to get out, his world just kind of took it’s natural spiral

Drugs, gangs, alcohol the whole shebang

Eventually, he found himself running drugs for a local dealer, someone he had become pretty good friends with. As good as a drug dealer friend could be, that was. 

He was do nearly anything for this guy- and he did

When a deal went wrong and a client didn’t pay up, it was Jack who took matters into his own hands and ‘took care of it’ thinking that his ‘friend’ would have his back

He was wrong.

Quickly, Jack found himself on his own and up to his ears in a mess that he couldn’t get out of. 

So he fled

Took the first job that would get him away from Rockport and went with it without any intention of ever going back. Slipping off and disappearing somewhere would be too easy.

Because of this he keeps to himself when he can, tends to not strive to make friendships. It’s rare to see him drinking with his coworkers or mingling with the pretty girls on this ship