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Gage Martell, 32 year old

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she listened to him rant about finding the right name and she couldn’t help but shake her head as she chuckled as he overthought what could be her name. ‘ honey, ’ she started, the smile still plastered on her face, ‘ you’re overthinking things and i don’t really think that we’re betting, you know. ’ she paused, then placed her glass down as she moved her body to look at him, ‘ i’ll give you a clue: our names are usually connected to our pseudo-names. ’ there were oftentimes that she would go down on a client for free, and those clients usually turned out to be the ones she do want to be with in bed. ‘ does it look like i’ve been fired? ’ she asked, rhetorically, chuckling at how clueless the other was. ‘ do you have a pen with you? ’ she asked, hatching an idea from her head. 

“So you’ve done this before?” he asked, not even bothering with her name, too embarrassed to get it wrong. Thankfully he was in his work clothes with pockets galore, and he procured a pen from his left pants pocket, handing it over seamlessly. “I’ve never been to such an establishment... Do you do kisses?” he asked, licking his lips and leaning slightly forward as if asking for one right then and there. He smiled a little bashfully, but that couldn’t be helped.

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despite the flirtatious reply she gave to the other, it was more of an excuse as to not say her name. the secrecy of the name was more of a safety precaution and she would only reveal it to people that would befriend her. she chuckled at his reply, ordering water by the bar instead of alcoholics. ‘ well, if you were to guess, what would be my name then? ’ she asked, curious if he would be smart enough to link her alias to her real name. ‘ well, there’s no cost, really. i’m just a stripper, so i don’t have a price, so to say. clients just show big wads of money and if we think it’s enough, we take it. but for you, ’ she looked him up and down, drinking her water. ‘ i wouldn’t mind getting just a dollar. ’

“Did you know there are over 5,000 names in the world? Your name could be in English or your Native language, you could be named after somebody famous. Did you know people are naming their kids after Greek Gods? I’m not gonna gamble because I know I’m gonna lose.” Despite the frustration and obvious tangent, he was grinning, as if just to speak to her was enough for him. Gage sighed at her repeated attempts at flirtatiousness, and he tried so hard not to gulp, not to give her what she wanted. His hand went into his pocket and fiddled with the cash he had, but he wouldn’t give it up tonight. “Pretty sure your boss’ll fire you if you take a client for one buck.” He picked up his own water from the bar and sipped on it in turn. “And then how would I get a hold of you, Moonshine?” Where could he find her. . .

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tonight was one of those full house nights where the strip bar is filled with men. sultry music filled the surroundings as she gracefully slid on the pole that she had branded as hers when she arrived the hallorann. men were cheering for the three women who were dancing and the others were flustered with how the other women showed their breasts to them. the see-through black lingerie — with only her breasts and lower part still covered — she wore hugged her figure, and it was easy to move her body around with it. she eyed a broad man, he seemed attractive and she kept the eye contact when he stared back, her dancing more expressively, hoping to catch more of his attention. when he moved away, she focused on different men. it was another night as usual. when it was time for her to take a break, she took a nearby leather jacket and wrapped it around her frame and walked towards the bar. she turned her head towards the man that was staring at her earlier, eyebrow raising at his question. ‘ moonshine. ’  she let out, a grin on her face, then immediately turned seductive. ‘ my real name is reserved for those who’d want to moan it in bed. ’ the brunette said, shaking his hand, her smile all-knowing.

“Well, there’s no way in hell I’m calling you moonshine. I’m not a stalker, no way I’m telling those losers your actual name,” he thumbed in the direction his friends were sitting, where he had been moments earlier. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and asked, “So how much do the beds cost?” He knew he couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want the conversation to end. She looked better with an oversized jacket than wearing next to nothing. Her face was natural and beautiful, a little sheen on her forehead from sweat.

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Somehow they dragged him up to the elite stripper’s club. He’d protested that he could get a girl just fine, easily in fact, but the men, acting drunk as if they were at a fucking bachelor’s party, wouldn’t take no for an answer. The scantily clad women danced around and, for whatever reason, Gage felt embarrassed for them. He kept his cash in his pocket and his leg thrummed up and down. He looked around the room, anything to avoid the woman who was trying to make serious eye contact with him inches from his face, and saw an Asian woman staring in his direction. Huh. She turned away but, no matter how many women came up to dance for him, he didn’t feel anything. Finally after twenty grueling minutes of these charades he got up to get some water so he wouldn’t get dehydrated, having been drinking earlier. “Do you give out names here?” he asked the woman he had eyed earlier. “Real names, I mean. I’m Gage.” He offered a hand to shake, formal for some godawful reason. It was making him look bad.

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“i’m telling you! a bird swooped down and took my bracelet right from my wrist! look, it even nipped me!” the blonde shoved her wrist in the crew member’s face, a pout heavy on her lips. there were no birds in sight. “if i don’t get some sort of compensation for this mishap then…then i’m going to have to go to your superior. that was a family heirloom!” her eyes narrowed onto a passerby, and in a sharp tone, “excuse me, can you please, please, help me get some sort of justice?”

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Gage walked up to the woman and the man she was allegedly complaining to. “What happened?” he asked incredulously, scratching his head. “I just work here, maybe my boss can help you get justice?” He hadn’t heard the whole thing, mostly ‘bird’ and ‘bracelet,’ but justice was something that was best served fresh. He looked down at the young woman’s hands and saw the faint scar of where the bird had nipped her--or what he thought that was. “Or maybe we can hunt it down. It should be around here somewhere. What color was it?”

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|| blair redford, male, he/him || ( gage martell ) is a ( 32 ) year old ( housekeeping staff ) on the hallorann for the last ( month ). people say they are ( hardworking ) but also ( mercurial ), and remind others of ( the smell of food cooking on the stove while sporting an apron, springtime flowers blooming, and a warm duvet on a comfy bed ). bet they sure didn’t expect anyone to know about ( him running away and not finishing high school ) but someone does, and ( gage ) better cooperate if they plan to keep their lives.

Hi everyone this is my BABY, Gage. He’s super extroverted and jubilant and a sweet potato. pls be kind to him. or corrupt him. i have a feeling he’s gonna get fukt up

He is the middle of seven and grew up on a farm in Missouri. Their farm was so successful that it fed 60% of their town. He learned good work ethics from this painful work every year, but, being the middle child, he felt invisible and overlooked, like a black sheep. His family was loving but it couldn’t be helped, not with so many mouths to feed. They all strived for goodness in their own way, some siblings going the intellectual route in medicine or technology, others going into teaching or caregiving, humanitarian aides, you name it. Gage was the only one who didn’t know what he wanted to do. He liked to hunt, but that isn’t exactly a career

As much as he loved his family and they him, he didn’t feel like he belonged. So at the age of seventeen he ran away to forge his own path.

He lived on the road for a long time, and his naivete bit him in the ass more than once. He still remains optimistic, but can sometimes be a doormat that people use to their advantage.

Its been over a decade and he still hasn’t gotten his high school diploma, using his hands rather than going back to school. Its silly that he is so ashamed of it (he lies on resumes) when it is so easy to get, he just hasn’t completed the paperwork or enrolled. Its definitely a feeling of shame and guilt, along with running in the first place. He fears he burned bridges with his family, but he hasn’t had much contact with them in the 15 years he’s been gone.

uhhh he’s a housekeeper! he cleans your shit! idk!

I don’t have any wanted connections atm, but def hmu (preferably discord cause im always mobile)

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John Proudstar in 2x16 oMens

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This song is honestly so fucking perfect

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John Proudstar in 2x16 oMens