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@hunter-gramling
Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked // Cage The Elephant
Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Money don’t grow on trees, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, There ain’t nothing in this world for free. Oh no I can’t slow down, I can’t hold back Though you know, I wish, I could, Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Until we close our eyes for good.
ooc: i know i basically just got out of hiatus not long ago but i think i need a two weeks or so. just so much fucking ooc drama i think my head will explode.. i'll reply to aurora just notonight (sorry lovely!!if it wasn't really bad i wouldn't do htis :\ )
May | Aurora+ Hunter
hunter-gramling:
She laughed as Hunter wrinkled his nose at the basket of cheese drenched fries. He held the fry up mumbling with distaste as it sagged. “The soggy fries are the best. Besides, it’s usually the food that looks the worst that ends up surprising you and tasting the best.” A pleased grin danced across her face as he tried the food and appeared to like it more than he thought. Picking at another fry with her fork she raised an eyebrow at him. “I told you so.”
Listening to him chatter patiently, she laughed lightly when he finally took a moment to breath. “No need for apologizes, Hunter. It’s not my first rodeo, but I gather that it’s yours…nerves are to be expected.” She tapped at the side of her head and smiled. “No need to write it down, I’ve got a pretty good memory. What you’re asking for is pretty standard. A forensic accountant, huh? An interesting line of work. I’ll need some time to properly research the style and wording of standard documents for that field, but I should be able to pull everything together for you in about three weeks.” She sipped thoughtfully at her soda, eying him with a polite interest. “Does that timeline work for you, dear?”
"Yes, three weeks sounds great, good timing." Hunter said, nodding in enthusiasm. "You're surprisingly cool with all this so you know..." he said shrugging. "if you need any help, you could give me some sorta thing to communicate with you and I could answer any questions about forensic accounting that you would need?" He offered May. Yeah, he was paying her but why shouldn't he help her out a little, not like her asking price would put a dent in his account. On the thought, he almost had forgotten about the cost of things. "So how much do you expect me to give you?"
He dug into his jacket until he got his wallet out, may as well pull out cash he wasn't expecting May to do take his money in such a public place. He realised he must have sounded like he was going to pay her in something else so he corrected his mistake.
"money.. I mean cash."
Hunter's a pretty girl
hunter-gramling:
^ What’s supposed to mean?! hahaha
nothing, i just started shipping you guys.. it was a joke, you guys are great :)
hunter-gramling:
Ariaby? idk… I want a burger now. LOL SOMEONE MAKE A SHIP NAME
CAN THEY GET ANYTHING DONE jks they're doing wonderfully
ooc: what's Ariaella and Toby's ship name?? I SHIP IT
May | Aurora+ Hunter
hunter-gramling:
There was a sweet earnestness to his face as he sat down. He didn’t have the air of most of her clientele. There was no fearful desperation, no attempt at a threatening demeanor. She had to wonder what the hell a guy like this was doing needing skills like the kind she had. An eyebrow shot up at his words. “You’ve never had cheese fries? Good god man, you are so lucky I am here to remedy that fact.” With perfect timing, the waitress meandered out with the basket of fries drenches in gooey cheese with a side of sour cream and ranch sauce for dipping.
She laughed lightly as he said the thing most of her clients sad. That she was not what they had expected. “I can be scary when I have to be. Okay, that’s a lie. I pretty much induce the fear of a baby bunny. But I find other ways to get shit done. As for my height, well…we can’t all be blessed with the genealogy of giants.” Using her fork, she picked at a french fry, smearing the sauce against it before popping it into her mouth and giving him a smile. “Try one, Hunter. I bet you’ll like it. And then we can get down to the business of what it is you need from me.”
Just as May had promised a remedy to the fact that Hunter had never eaten cheese fries, the waitress brought out the fries drenched in cheese. He wrinkled his nose in distaste at the basket, "Those look...heavy. Are they soggy?" Still unsure, Hunter reached out to grab one and gave May a look of discouragement as the fry sagged from his hand. "Look at that, this doesn't look good to me at all.. But I'll man up and eat it." Shrugging, Hunter popped the fry into his mouth and smiled. Better than he had expected. "They're better than they look, I'll give them that." After eating a few more, he rubbed his hands together and got back to the matter at hand.
"Uh.. Yeah, well.. I just need a fake identity for now, you know.. all the I.D, the passports and all that kinda stuff you need for that but I really need everything a normal working man would need so it can seem legit." Nodding, he thought that was all he needed but then he realised he had missed a major part of his plot from his nervousness. "Oh, oh and I need like, documents of authenticity and good references regarding myself, in my part of my job, like something that would say I've done this before and I'm legit and everything. I'm a forensic accountant, by the way.. Was that too confusing? Do you want me to write it down?" His rambling proved how anxious he was. "Sorry, I should stop with the rambling." He said with a quiet little chuckle.
May | Aurora+ Hunter
hunter-gramling:
The bubbles made an almost soothing gurgling noise as Aurora blew into the straw that rested in her cup of soda. Her posture was casual, almost childish in its innocence. One would never expect that the petite woman was here for underground and illegal dealings. And she liked it that way. The people that tried to be stiff focus and intimidating coolness were the ones that got themselves caught. She was not a mob boss, she was not in an episode of the Sopranos, and she was not here to draw attention to herself.
She spotted him before he found her. The way he canted his head, the way his eyes roamed the cafe and the nervous tenor to his posture made her immediately aware that this was her man. But she waited patiently. She liked to see the looks on their faces when they spotted her, the increased blinking, the furrowed brows, the look of confusion.
Finally he was walking over to her, his voice tentative as he spoke. Rory smiled and nodded. “I am, indeed. Have a seat Mr. Gramling. I do hope you like cheese fries. I took the liberty of ordering some food.”
His face broke out with a smile and he slightly nodded in enthusiasm as he adjusted to the scenario before him. This was more outgoing than he had expected it to be. "I've actually never tried cheese fries, but I'd love to." He said as he took a seat next to May. "And you can call me Hunter." He had to admit that he had subconsciously decided that this whole meeting altogether was going to be as curt as the text he had gotten was but he didn't mind his subconscious being wrong every now and then.
"So, miss May... I expected you to be.. taller. Or at least a little scarier than you are, aye." He knew one day, his snarky little comments would get him into trouble but he was fairly sure this day wasn't it, although it doesn't seem smart to mess around with someone handling your illegal documents, May seemed like she was the type that's able to take jokes.
May | Aurora+ Hunter
The details were succinct, Hunter had only gotten a text telling him the time, place and table number. He was basically clueless on the whole meeting, whether he should bring a guard or if this, so called "May" was going to have guards. He figured her confidentiality overall had to be good considering who had recommended her.
Walking into the cafe, he briefly examined the tables, passing over the numbers and spotted table four and must have been mistaken. He hadn't expected May to appear so... cute, she was just so petite. There wren't any other words for her in Hunter's mind.
Of course, he could be mistaken and May could just be late, although he thought people were usually punctual with these kind of things but he had also thought that May would be scarier so either way he would be wrong. He realised he had been dawdling around the cafe and just decided on checking if this really was May, there was no harm if it wasn't her.
"Are you May?" He asked.
Undecided (Self)
Birkbeck University of London
has conferred upon
HUNTER GRAMLING
the degree of
Forensic Studies - Accounting
With all the rights and privileges thereunto appertaining in witness of this diploma duly signed has been issued and the seal of the University of London affixed.
Approved by the Birkbeck Faculty on this 10th day of January, 2013.
Four years. Four years of making the effort to show up to almost every class, four years spent studying for assessments and other bullshit he didn't care to take, four years down the waste. Instead of pondering on what a waste he thought it to be, he figured he'd be better off actually doing something worthwhile with it but that would be something he would just think about later. For now, he wanted to do something most people would call idiotic.
So Hunter carelessly let the frame holding his certificate fall onto his unmade bed and made his way out of his loft, down the stairs and into his car. Once he had gotten into the Porsche, he rummaged around the glove box and found a flat, rectangular bottle containing what he was sure was whiskey and took a rather large sip of it.
When he was done quenching his boredom of life, he threw the bottle on the seat beside him and started his car up, deciding to go for a drive.
One Month Ago.
ooc: guys my Internet has been messing with me all week.. Hopefully someone should be coming to check it out within the next couple of days. Sorry for all the ooc posts.
hunter-gramling:
Tabitha looked over at him with a grin. She wasn’t drink, no, but it was on her list of things to do before she died — drive drunk. She wanted to say she’d done everything. What was the point of living if you weren’t living, right? She never met anyone with a car willing to fork over the keys while she was drunk, however.
She wrinkled her nose, pulling into a parking space just in front of the pub. It might have been a bit low class for a man with a Porsche, but at least that meant he could afford more booze than anyone else. She shrugged as she climbed out of the car. “I owe money to the government, basically. Too much. Not allowed to do a lot. Not really like I’d like to anyway. I don’t want to own anything here.” She fingered the keys for a second longer, looking down at them before she tossed them back to him. “All right, best pub in this part of London, yeah? Follow along.”
She made a movement with her hand as she walked in and a few regular customers, along with a few of the staff, greeted her as if she visited the place every day. It had been nearly a week since she’d been in the pub, then two or three before that. She found a seat at a stool, however, and a man that had participated in her Friday night endeavours alongside her asked for their drinks. She smirked, saying just a pint would be fine, then looked to Hunter. It was peculiar, how several people walked around the city with bruised eyes and cut lips and no one seemed to notice.
"What the heck? how is that even legal? Just because you owe them money, they stop you from getting a driver's license.. Those dickheads. What if you needed your license to get to work so you can pay them back? Fucking government assholes." It was safe to say that Hunter was perplexed, at the least. shaking his head, he followed her into the pub. "Why wouldn't you wanna own anything here? By your accent, I'm guessing you've lived her for age- oh never mind, I'm sorry, I'm asking so many questions tonight, I dunno why, probably because I'm in a bad mood... Just make that another of what she's getting, thanks." He said nodding towards the general direction of Tabitha.
The moment the cup touched the counter top, he downed a large portion of it. "Tabitha, let me just put this simply, if we don't get drunk, we're gonna run out of things to say and we'll get bored out of our minds because let's face it, I'm not really good at talking."
"And I mean that in the least assholish way possible, by the way."
Colton Haynes by Gomillion and Leupold
hunter-gramling:
Let all of TMH grieve together
hunter-gramling:
//Yes. Our evil plan is working. Kill everyone with feels.
I can't watch this anymore
