Jacket

Rp/ask blog for Jacket for Hotline Miami/Payday.

[ordinarywrongdoer-deactivated20]

You will never see the whole picture

and it is your own fault

help a dude on RB and get a nice sticker or something

[nezloyded]

2022 year of the tiger :)

[artymon99]

A little nostalgia for the game

[jacketspiece]

Ask my muse for a favor:

"I need a place to spend the night."

"Can I come over and use your shower?"

"I need you to buy me a pregnancy test."

"Will you come bail me out of jail?"

"My basement flooded, wanna lend me a hand cleaning up?"

"Can you come over and help me study for this test?"

"Pick me up something to eat on your way over?"

"I need a ride to work tomorrow."

"Help me clean my house?"

"Can you watch my dog for me this weekend?"

"Do you have a jacket I can borrow?

"I need some condoms and a leaf-blower, can you bring them over ASAP?"

"I need you to be my date this Friday night."

"Can you come pick me up?"

"Lend me $500?"

"Can I borrow your car?"

[sacophy]

[jacketspiece]

Drive

The familiar hum of the engine drowns out his thoughts. Neon lights dance over the dash of the DeLorean. This city has become too small, the filth is suffocating, and he's been drowning in it for too long. His only regret is that he left her, it's not like he could take her with him. She was gone before he was and he could only hope that where she was is better than where he's headed. The remnants of his life was in his trunk. Anything he couldn't take with him wasn't that important. He had enough cash he could drive to either end of the states. Which way he would go was still unclear to him. For now he just needed some time to think, he just needed to Drive.

[1800rigormortis-blog]

“Happy” April 3rd to all my Jackets <3

[jacketspiece]

TRIGGERED

[jacketspiece]

[1800rigormortis-blog]

Mictlan puffed out a gentle breath of air before running a hand through his red locks, sitting up slowly in order to get himself a coffee before the fight- he wouldn’t be much good at fighting if he couldn’t stay awake. 

Well, that was a lie. He’d be fine at fighting, he’d just be worse at defending himself. 

He never made it to the bar, though, as his eyes met those of the man staring more intently at him than anyone else in the establishment. A low growl formed in his throat as the gaze pierce his soul- at nearly 7 feet tall, Mictlan was pretty intimidating by size alone, and usually locking eyes with someone was a warning for them to back off. 

He could smell violence, and this man reeked of it. 

[jacketspiece]

There’s the giant now, flourishing his tail feathers in such a way to show off his splendor and strength. He judges the man's appearence at face value. He was flashy, wondered if he was all show or not. Even in a place like this he’s fearless enough to make silent threats from across the room, he’d know that face anywhere. 

I will devour you

Yes he’d seen that kind of look many times, and just as many times he’d broken those faces. He gives them a very subtle nod towards his future advisary. He could snarl growl and bark all he wanted, Jackets stone face remained.

[1800rigormortis-blog]

Cage match tonight and he hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep. It’s going to be hell trying to give the audience what they’re used to. 

He drapes himself over the table at the cafe, ignoring any and all stares. 

[jacketspiece]

There’s uninviting eyes locked on the enigmatic cage fighter, bored expression painted on the wanderer’s face. Told himself this wasn’t the life for him anymore, told himself he’d stay away from violence, get out of that buisness. 

But when it boiled down to it, he really was only good at hurting other people. It was purely by coincidence that they would meet in the same Cafe before the cage match. While the colourful man was very much well known, Jacket wasn’t.  The only reason why he was even considered for this fight was because a ‘under dog’ fight sold better. They buttered him up with some story he had no part in, beat the hell out of the truth though. 

Try as he may to break away from old habits, he was watching the stranger with a hunter's eyes... unable to wait to tear into its prey. 

[jacketspiece]

Lucid

[sokol-the-grinder]

He thought to warn Jacket about the bagels being too hot, but decided against it. He could tell just from feeling them. Glancing down to the snacks, he inwardly shrugged and picked one of them up. Pizza wasn’t his go-to type of meal. He had no issues with eating it, though. Taking a bite, he paused when Jacket gave a swing of his arms. It took him only a moment to realize what he might have meant.

“You are liking the swords? Or maybe the weapons in general? There are very interesting ones. I like swords, also. Wanted to buy one, or take one that we are finding at the place we hit. The one with the Murkeys? But eh… Is maybe not so smart to go back again.” At least not this soon. It’s likely best to see if their security gets lax first. The bagel didn’t last long; by the third bite it was gone.

“If am getting my own home I think I will buy some things to design a Japanese-like room. Authentic things. Expensive but is not like we are hurting for money, nyet?”

[jacketspiece]

He offered Sokol a shrug, all his wealth meant little. The thought of settling into a home was something Jacket never considered. He was always prepared to leave, if the police ever caught on to them, if someone ever came looking for him... He couldn’t afford to just settle himself down. 

He let Bain handle where his money went, there was mention of some “off shore” account, everything else was stashed in paper bags around his apartment. The only material thing of worth he had was his car, everything else was just a priceless piece of sentiment. 

He struck another pose with his arms, as if taking up a number of different sword stances. For him he enjoyed the martial art, the way these people found such beautiful ways of combatting each other. There was none of that nowadays. Still, he wouldn’t argue with Sokol. If he wanted to spend his resources in that, so be it. 

As time went on the dish between them had depleted. Soon his hand was groping at an empty plate, he gave a quick look to find what he already knew, the plate empty, and directed his head up at Sokol, as if a silent acusation that this was somehow just his fault. 

[jacketspiece]

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[jacketspiece]

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[n0t-a-nice-person]

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[jacketspiece]

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[1800rigormortis-blog]

He threw his hands onto his head in an attempt to shield himself from whatever had flown at him. Whatever it was, it nearly broke the door! He wondered if he should just leave through the window, but if someone saw him doing that, he’d really be screwed…

Was that an arm he was nudging with his foot? Oh god. He decided to speak up in hopes of sparing himself more trouble. “Stop! Stop, I’m sorry! I’ll go! If you’ll just let me…”

[jacketspiece]

“Nrrrrgh...” Just the same damned rotted groan escaped the holes in his throat. Looking ahead of him he saw where his arm was. He gave a slow look to the stump on his shoulder and gave another very disappointed grunt. 

Now that the intruder seemed to have surrendered, he lifted himself up, heavy footsteps carried him slowly across the room to get a better look at the creature. 

If he wasn’t already dead, he may have been creeped out by this oddity, but there was no surprise on his pale lifeless features. 

[jacketspiece]

is it true that you were threatened and forced into doing what you did?

He did plea that they had, though it was quite a large grey area. The threats were always eluded too, never directly aimed. He never even took the threats seriously, it wasn’t like he hated what he was doing, he enjoyed it. 

“No”.