The cool crystal glass kept emptying quicker than he’d wanted, brows furrowing in time as he looked down with a pout of his bottom lip. How many was that now? Had he lost count? The room hadn’t yet started shifting, and he hadn’t managed to start any fights as of yet. So it couldn’t have been that bad, right? The glass was always filled with his favorite; Macallan Whiskey. It wasn’t an acquired taste like most hued liquids that passed the lips in this place. It was a whiskey that turned heads, tasted like heaven with each sip and something he couldn’t live without.
Laurence took a brief second to peer down, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He’d held it’s place in his large hand for some time as the dimmed music seemingly brushed along in the distance. His feet had took him in a different direction, knowing that the party was becoming too raucous for his taste on this particular evening. Laurence had managed to find peace at last; a cool breeze could be felt against his skin, shuddering for just a second before he settled his eyes on the view before him. It was a beauty; he thought for a moment before the sinister laughter fell from him so easily.
‘‘Painted in red. It would look so much better.’‘ He muttered to himself, almost inaudible. He’d need another drink soon, he noted with a nod of his head. He didn’t see them, but he heard the shuffling behind his back; the city lights spread across before them as he smiled.
‘‘You’d be a crappy assassin.’‘ He added with a shrug of his shoulders. ‘‘I could hear you minutes before you even got here. I could also smell you.’‘ He smirked; a talent that he hoped he never lost, it was a distinguishing feature, wasn’t it? The smell of someone.
He finally turned around with his hands held out either side of him.
CHERRY PUCKER STAINS HER TONGUE as she pulls the heart - shaped lollipop from her lips, holding the translucent treat up to the sky ; the milky moon basks upon the city, flushing her porcelain cheek with a veil of stained - glass pink as she observes the inky sky through her self - made rose colored lens. “ looks like a full moon is coming soon, ” stella exhales, catching the company of the first poor soul that drifts by. “ are you ready ? ”
Laurence was never one to get lost in the stars but tonight it was different as he huddled deeper into his coat; winter was not far off, he could almost taste it in the air as he shoved his hands further into his pockets with a sigh as the air turned white leaving his lips. The voice caused him to jump, although, it hadn’t been visible to those around him.
‘‘Ready?’‘ He questioned with a raise of his brow and a slight chuckle, shaking his head ‘‘I hadn’t really thought much about what would happen once it came?’‘ Laurence asks with intrigue as to what the girl was preparing for. But he decided he would play along, because he had nothing to lose and he wasn’t in the mood to be his usual asshole like self this evening.
‘‘Are fairies gonna’ come and surprise me?’‘ He asks with a laugh.
it was a LONG night for her. certainly productive—but, busy and long nonetheless. she’s not even concerned with the cuts or bruises, it happens. all tatiana is concerned with is that she needs a damn drink. a celebretory drink for another job well done. as she’s walking to her destination she take particular notice of someone staring. it’s something she’s used to, of course. it’s been happening her entire life. a small smirk forms upon her lips before she wipes her lip of the little blood that’s left over. “ you should see the other guy. “
Laurence turned his head with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as he turned away from her quickly and settled his chocolate gaze upon the drink that was situated upon the marble top bar. He really liked this place, he quickly added to his ever running thought process. He ended up in these places way too often; more so than not. His house was filled with empty bottles which littered the aging floor boards which he hadn’t yet found time to lay carpet down. Knowing himself way too much, he knew it’d probably be a while before he did that.
He didn’t want to get blood on brand new carpet, that was certain.
The girl beside him was beautiful, he was a man who could appreciate someone. Even if he had no need to go near them but before he could move, the voice was pulling him in. He didn’t look at the girl but chuckled lowly to himself.
‘’So you’re a scrappy kinda’ girl?’’ He asks, lifting the drink to his lips. ‘’I prefer to keep my own victories silent. That way people never know if they should or shouldn’t come near me.’’ It was more of a warning to the brunette than actual fact. He was a known man for his skills --- heck, he was still surprised that people spoke to him.
‘’Laurence.’’ He offered, now turning to her offering his hand out.
his finger trails lightly around the rim of a glass as he looks down, up, and back down. if he’s being honest he doesn’t really have any desire to finish the mediocre old fashioned, but it’s something to nurse while he observes. it isn’t often that jimmy has the time for a good ol’ session of people watching, but it sure is a nice break from big wigs and corporate meetings.
out of the corner of his eye, he spots a stranger. well, stranger seems like a bit of a silly word considering everyone is a stranger in this town. but he looks over and decides the hell with it.
Laurence found himself wandering more so than anything; his lead had ran dry. Taking another furrowed brow as he looked around the room in complete astonishment. How had they disappeared like that? It had a thousand questions running through his mind, a chuckle forming in the back of his throat. He had been played for the first time in a long time, as a hand reached up to scratch at the back of his neck in impatience.
This was his real test; could he keep his temper in check?
It wasn’t his territory and that much kept running through his head. He had to be smart about his current situation as he reached up to smooth out his lapels, a silent cough to clear his throat as he placed down a twenty dollar bill on the bar. He might as well make it look like he was supposed to be there, right?
But the voice he heard caused him to slowly turn his head with a raise of his brow.
(michael b jordan, 36, male, he/him ) Was that LAURENCE HASGARD? I heard a rumor they work for the THE O'SHEA family, but who knows for sure ? they can be a bit EXPLOSIVE & CRUEL, but I also heard they can be INTELLIGENT & LOYAL. you’ll usually find them at SKY FALL BAR in their spare time, when they’re not being an BONEBREAKERS. you may want to keep an eye on that one ! ( billie, her/she, 24, gmt+1, none )
Triggers: Drug, Domestic Abuse, Murder & Death
BIOGRAPHY
Laurence’s beginning to life was anything the unexpected from living in Chicago. Feeding your own drug addicted parents was never easy, being the talk of the town wasn’t any easier. From the moment he could remember his life had been this way with what could only be seen as a trailer trash family. People in the neighbourhood would turn the other way when his family walked down the street, tattered clothes & scruffy looking. People would whisper in the streets and call Laurence the boy from the crazy house because of his parents. It was like it haunted him everywhere he went, being a young boy had never been an option for him growing up having to do the cooking, the cleaning and every thing you’d never expect of a child.
It was unknown if he ever smiled because it was never seen. Out of both of his parents he’d always been slightly closer to his mother, remembering the days she’d sing him lullabies before bed and stroke his hair. Although that would only last a short while before fists would fly and a cover up would be some how created for when he went to school. But nobody ever questioned it and to this day he’s never been able to understand how nobody could see the pain he was going through.
October ninth was a day that Laurence had never forgotten when he arrived home from school and his mother’s bags were packed with nothing left but a note that said she was sorry. His own mother had left him with his drunken abusive father. She had saved herself but left her son to deal with everything she had gone through. And now that his father had less people to take his anger out on; Laurence became the main target for everything.
The beating’s became more intense and Laurence eventually stopped going to school so he could do what ever his father told him to do. But one night things changed after yet another slap to the face, drunken beer bottles trashed around the house and a confused boy sat on the floor crying.
Something snapped in side of him; something that he’s never been able to explain since. It was like the whole world was gone from under his own feet as he stared out into the dark sky, a Monday evening around 9:45pm and the only sounds were his erratic breathing and the tweets of the birds in the distance. While his father slept he dosed the whole house in gasoline and without a second thought set it alight and watched as it burnt to the ground— well or so he thought. He took off before he could finish watching.
Laurence took off for a number of years, returning only to see a reminiscence of a house that used to be there. Laurence had killed his own father and nobody had ever questioned it. It had been ruled that the father in his stricken grief of his wife leaving him had killed himself and his son and the family were completely forgotten about. Laurence was never sure about why he came back, he knew he needed to see what he had done to come to terms with it.
But it had made him cold, angry and he’d never been the same since. He wasn’t sure when he started working as a hit man. At first it had been for a couple hundred bucks to get him out of debt, and then it started to pile up.
His release had always been dealing armed goods, something he was extremely talented at, nothing more than fun. But when he realised he could make money out of it, things changed in his life. Laurence began to race cars all the time, short change then changed to what some would consider lots of money. Profit was made after he’d began to upgrade his cars, and before he knew it Laurence had a following, practically living for the fame that had seemingly taken over him.
Upon that time he knew it was time to return too Chicago, a long awaited feeling.
Although only a small town fame, alongside that he met The O’shea’s; people who could make him worthy --- or so he took it. Laurence had the connections and the mentality for the criminal life style — and just like that he was in.
He’d obtained the nickname the Beast for a reason. Or a psychopath— which ever suited better at the time dependent on mood. But now aged 36; Laurence stood for The O’shea’s. He tried to keep an iron fist throughout to make sure nobody double crossed them. known for his brutal personality and almost psychopathic tenancies. He was one to be feared. Making even the most normal of people shake in their boots. Well known to the authorities for his short time he’d spent behind bars years previous, but his people depended on him. Laurence is a brutal kind of man that does not fear killing or people. All he cares about is making sure him, and his Team have what they need to survive. If you get in the way of that, there will be hell to pay, because no one fucks with The O’shea’s.
→ PERSONALITY SUMMARY
Although seen as psychopathic and dangerous underneath there is something to be loved with Laurence because he is caring about those around him. He is just not scared to protect what he believes to be rightfully his. He has a great worth ethic, he can be thoughtful when it comes to planning and is always fair when it comes to calls within his group. Beside that he is a very violent individual who should be watched and feared, even if he likes you there is a switch inside of him that is easily flipped and he can be very temperamental.
