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[innoinyew]

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This is strictly a +18 blog; the subjects around this blog will contain mature content, both sexual and violent themes!! Usual content warnings from DOL apply.

Hello, I'm Ectus, and this is an RP Sideblog for Innogen.

I will be in character and acting as them; how they speak/act doesn't reflect me! They are a lot more open when posting/texting online so they're gonna be pretty rude at times :"D

[INFO] CHARACTER

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⥼║False name: Innogen [Innoi]

⥼║Real Name: Eoghan O'Beline

⥼║ Height: 5'8" (172 cm)

⥼║ Age: 19 years old

⥼║ Pronouns: They/She/Him

⥼║ Occupation: Bailey's Goon, Versatile/all-around worker

⥼║ Locations: General areas accessible to the public. Frequent in the Alleyways, Docks, Chalets, Connudatus Street, and the Hospital. [Tries to avoid the Brothel, Forest, Sewers, and Town Outskirts.]

Additional Links: Pre-Intro

[INFO] RULES

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If you're looking to contact me, dm my main! I won't respond to you through this account! Inboxes are definitely open, though!

(Will be adding more here once my brain works with me!)

[INFO] TAGS

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#inbox rp - [Third Person] Send a response, and I'll respond as Innogen!

#post - Regular posting acting as Innogen, usually text post

#mypicspics - Art posts! They can be treated like a regular post

#nsfw - any nsfw content

#ooc - If I'm ever ooc!

[innoinyew]

[Wild @donnsdock incoming!]

The sound of heavy steps can be heard coming down an empty hallway. Towards one of the further parts of the orphanage - where some of the older orphans stayed, as far as Donn understood it from one of the other goons about where Innogen lives.

Because of course the guy wouldn’t tell him himself.

Weird thing the dude wouldn’t move out, but then again, maybe he simply doesn’t have the cash for it. Being one of Bailey’s goons doesn’t exactly pay well, the guy is too stingy with money for that.

Doesn’t matter why tho, as uncomfortable as he still finds the rundown place, he’s got enough in his system to simply ignore the familiarity of this hellhole.

“Oi, Inno!”

He hammers at the door, with too much force. Like usual, it sounds as if he wants to break it down rather than knock on it.

“Get out yer room, it’s friday n I know ye not workin for Bailey!”

It was one of those days when work had gone well. They scored more than needed, and now it was time to hole up in their room-completely alone, away from everyone. These were the moments where they plugged in their earbuds and turned back to even more work at their desk.

They might’ve been mending clothes, counting cash, or working on a product to sell at the market—if their door hadn’t suddenly been pounded on, hard enough to startle them and send whatever was in their hands flying. That feeling only got worse when they recognized his voice.

Shit. ++Stress

They froze. Mind racing. How the hell did he find them? Someone definitely snitched. Their eyes darted to the window. Jumping was a very tempting option.

But they didn’t.

Instead, they yanked on their jacket, moved toward the door, figuring it’d get kicked or punched in otherwise, and exhaled whatever weight was caught in their chest.

“Yo- you’re... really loud right now,” they muttered with a huff once they opened the door. “I was working...in my room...alone, till you interrupted."

[donnsdock]

Donn didn’t seem to care about Innogen’s answer - pretty much any answer wouldn’t change the outcome once he was dead set on doing something, in this case, dragging his ‘friend’ to come with.

“Ye sure was working,” he scoffed and eyed past their door, although not very effectively because the top of the doorframe was blocking his view. “Whatever ye be doing, can wait til later.”

Without waiting for another protest he grabbed them by the arm to drag them with him - regardless of their state of dress or resistance, if he’d have to he’d haul them over his shoulder. Wouldn’t be the first time that’s how he got one of his friends with him.

His grip on them was firm, not leaving much room for the possibility to escape - even with their sturdier built his hand wrapped almost entirely around their forearm.

“It won’t be killing ye to get out sum more, princess. Maybe ye even gunna smile for once.”

[innoinyew]

Their mouth opened just slightly, agape, brows furrowing—like they were about to protest, but nothing came out. Even they knew it’d be pointless. His hand was already on them... jumping out the window was officially off the table.

So they shut their mouth, frowning now as they let themself be dragged—like it was routine. Led back down the same hallway he came in, the walk felt less like defeat and more like a slow march toward some impending doom.

Sigh.

"Uh huh... sure," they replied, tone uncharacteristically blank. Their eye twitched—just the slightest—at the use of "princess," the bite of irritation clearly there.

"Nothing to really smile about when I'm being kidnapped..." they mumbled, this time lower, more hushed, their frown deepening even further.

[innoinyew]

[Wild @donnsdock incoming!]

The sound of heavy steps can be heard coming down an empty hallway. Towards one of the further parts of the orphanage - where some of the older orphans stayed, as far as Donn understood it from one of the other goons about where Innogen lives.

Because of course the guy wouldn’t tell him himself.

Weird thing the dude wouldn’t move out, but then again, maybe he simply doesn’t have the cash for it. Being one of Bailey’s goons doesn’t exactly pay well, the guy is too stingy with money for that.

Doesn’t matter why tho, as uncomfortable as he still finds the rundown place, he’s got enough in his system to simply ignore the familiarity of this hellhole.

“Oi, Inno!”

He hammers at the door, with too much force. Like usual, it sounds as if he wants to break it down rather than knock on it.

“Get out yer room, it’s friday n I know ye not workin for Bailey!”

It was one of those days when work had gone well. They scored more than needed, and now it was time to hole up in their room-completely alone, away from everyone. These were the moments where they plugged in their earbuds and turned back to even more work at their desk.

They might’ve been mending clothes, counting cash, or working on a product to sell at the market—if their door hadn’t suddenly been pounded on, hard enough to startle them and send whatever was in their hands flying. That feeling only got worse when they recognized his voice.

Shit. ++Stress

They froze. Mind racing. How the hell did he find them? Someone definitely snitched. Their eyes darted to the window. Jumping was a very tempting option.

But they didn’t.

Instead, they yanked on their jacket, moved toward the door, figuring it’d get kicked or punched in otherwise, and exhaled whatever weight was caught in their chest.

“Yo- you’re... really loud right now,” they muttered with a huff once they opened the door. “I was working...in my room...alone, till you interrupted."

[innoinyew]

@briannya is running up to them and just gonna latch onto inny. “Oh, right, I forgot your hugs cost money.” smiles sheepishly, standing upright as she rubs the back of her head. “Sooorrryyyy!”

Innogen let out a grunt the moment they felt a familiar weight latch onto them. With a long, knowing sigh, they turned their head—already certain of the culprit. “…Brianna.” Her name came out flat, defeated, like this was the fifth time today. They shuffled a step to the side to reclaim a sliver of personal space, one hand already held out, palm up like a toll booth. “Ten bucks,” they said, voice low and automatic. “Actually—twenty. Still waiting for the last one, too.” No bite in their tone, just deadpan seriousness. They weren’t joking. Not even a little.

[briannya]

Siiiiiiiighhh.

“I was kinda hoping you’d forget about the other one, but fiiineee,” she says with a cheeky grin, fishing through her bag for some stray notes. There’s bound to be something in there.

Her tongue pokes out slightly in concentration as she rummages, and finally, she pulls out what she’s looking for.

“Hmm, let’s see… Ah! Will this do?”

Yeah—she’s casually handing them a £50 like it’s nothing.

“I know I’ve been extra clingy lately, but hopefully this makes up for it?”

[innoinyew]

Their brows lifted just slightly as they quickly pocketed the cash—before she could possibly second-guess it and ask back what she’d overpaid.

There was something satisfying about swindling someone like her. They weren't going to complain about some extra cash. +Control

“Hm… more than enough, I guess,” they muttered, shifting where they stood with a restless energy that screamed they’d rather be anywhere else.

Without another glance, they gave a lazy shooing motion with their hand, bored already. With a lazy flick of the wrist, they waved her off, expression bored.

“…You can go now.”

[innoinyew]

Wild @donnsdock incoming!

[You have a new message!]

friday’s karaoke day ye better not tryn hide from it again kiddo this time ye gonna sing.

＞Damn, that's this Friday? tink Barley's gunna need me that day. like the entire dayy :-(((( darn it

[innoinyew]

@briannya is running up to them and just gonna latch onto inny. “Oh, right, I forgot your hugs cost money.” smiles sheepishly, standing upright as she rubs the back of her head. “Sooorrryyyy!”

Innogen let out a grunt the moment they felt a familiar weight latch onto them. With a long, knowing sigh, they turned their head—already certain of the culprit. “…Brianna.” Her name came out flat, defeated, like this was the fifth time today. They shuffled a step to the side to reclaim a sliver of personal space, one hand already held out, palm up like a toll booth. “Ten bucks,” they said, voice low and automatic. “Actually—twenty. Still waiting for the last one, too.” No bite in their tone, just deadpan seriousness. They weren’t joking. Not even a little.