Marc Sandoval

38. Bounty Hunter. Now: Las Vegas, NV Born: Los Angeles, CA [RP Character]

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a letter and farewell.

hello members of viva,

it has been brought to my attention that previous members of this rp that have left are seeing their names slandered along the tumblr rp community. for those newer members, this letter is not directed towards you and i ask you to stop reading now and disregard the statements below, as this will not pertain to you and your enjoyment with viva.

i know there has been a lot of talk since the departure of carrie (and possibly even luke). as carrie’s roommate, i no longer can keep silent about this situation so i would like to speak of earnest to you all. you can take this as you wish.

for those members, i do not need to go over what happened with carrie, YET AGAIN. we all know that there was fallout and she left.

however, as her roommate, i can assure you that the situation was never taken lightly by her. there were many times where her emotional state of the happenings before her department left her unfit to even do homework or focus on her life. she is a very empathetic person and never meant for the situation to turn as it was. she was only looking out for her own welfare in a tumultuous time. she felt her actions were justified but the situation never really left her feeling resolved.

for those that are reaching out to roleplay communities and slandering carrie. toxicity breeds toxicity. 

i would also like to note that as her roommate, we would sit and rp and talk while watching netflix. i can assure you, she has NEVER sent hate to anyone via anon. that is not her type of character. please stop spreading these rumors.

the situation that lead to carrie’s department left nobody without spot. we are humans, and thus, misinterpretation and miscommunication are common. everyone acted as they thought was necessary. continuing to trudge on with the situation, however, is acting beyond and, in my opinion, is done so as a bully for a situation that should have been resolved with the departure. carrie never had a problem in this rp before this happened. please stop telling people that she is a horrible person because she is my friend and roommate and i know her better than you!

telling people that she is sending hate without evidence (because there isnt any) is a form of toxicity. people were so convinced of not giving in to her toxic behavior that you became toxic, yourself. 

someone from viva is going around with these accusations and they shouldn’t be. as her roommate and friend, i feel like at any moment, i, too, could be blackballed by someone on viva for my associations. has this person done so to me? im new to tumblr rp so i dont know the full extent of finding that information but it also should not be something i should have to be concerned about.

rp is a hobby and it is suppose to be fun.

i am the eldest person in this rp and this situation should never have been pushed this far. i understand that those that were affected by this matter that are still in the rp feel the need to do this because they were wronged. it should have stopped the minute that carrie was kicked out. she was happy in this rp before everything started to turn foul. she had no trouble with breaking rules or harboring ill against anyone. and as a person, i can not, in good conscience, remain on viva, when this could easily happen to me.

also, carrie and luke have NEVER reached out and told someone that they should leave viva. i would know because I LIVE WITH CARRIE and she would have asked me to leave FIRST. I came to viva because of her and this was my first tumblr rp. carrie has explained her side and left. luke has explained his side and left. people leave RPs for many reasons and since carrie had no rp in mind she was leaving to at the time of being kicked out, how could she tell someone they need to leave and follow her?

needless to say all of this has gone too far. i am no longer comfortable being on viva. viva and the people involved could learn from this situation but i dont think slandering the parties and continuing to push the matter is the right form of action. thank you for being here for my character growth and development. i hope conflict like this does not happen in the future and you continue to enjoy rp.

sincerely, crash

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REMY📱MARC

remy: other things huh, usually other things mean you almost got arrested, have a cracked rib or you need a mental break.

remy: shit. really, for how long?

remy: please try not to get arrested. you two are worse than alley cats.

remy: true. decent is overrated, guess being far from it make me more interesting 😎

marc: fuck... you know me so well. even after all these years you probably know me better than jax even...

marc: no promises. i've already seen him and want to empty my magazine into his face

marc: it's how you hooked me. well that and your ass. and the sex. and, well, everything.

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REMY📱MARC

remy: long day at the "office"?

remy: besides nursing a month long migraine? as decent as i can be.

marc: i guess you could say that. among other things...

marc: monroe is back in town.

marc: we both know you're nowhere near decent ;)

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REMY📱MARC

remy: hey..

remy: how's your night going?

marc: i've had better.

marc: yours?

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REMY📱MARC

marc: hey

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trcublesomes:

            .【✧ * ————- arielle sighed, this was not how she had planned to spend her saturday night, but she had a duty to attend to, she was a bridesmaid, one of the girls she’d met through the club, well she was getting married && to celebrate her hens night all the girls who had the night off were bar && casino hopping. it wasn’t her style, but she’d promised && she was never one to break a promise, so with her sigh she moved towards a vacant seat && slid in with grace && poise that many couldn’t pull off. “     i’ve found that bad moods don’t often benefit well in any situation.” she murmured, her body turned towards the male. “are you okay ??” she asked softly.

An eyebrow raised. He was curious if he came off like he really cared about bad moods and benefiting? He was sitting there just to sit there. He was just trying to get through the day. His day was not going that well and people pointing out it more was not going to make the situation any smoother. “If okay is losing, sure,” he replied as his drink arrived and took a sip. 

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finished my drafts. if im missing any or if you want to thread marc or nakoma, hmu. xoxo

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evangelinerowe:

Evangeline didn’t often find herself in the casinos and gambling. She wasn’t much for gambling. To be honest she didn’t often spend time doing leisure activities. She was either at the bakery, or at home and chilling. So this was quite a unique experience. She was walking through, and would have just walked past, but then she heard a familiar face, and needed to spot. She blinked though as she saw who it was. “Marc?” He looked in a bad way, and it kind of worried her a little. “Hey…” She murmured, as she took a seat next to him. “It’s been a while..”

Marc was just starting the next hand when he heard his name. It was not expected. He was not exactly on good terms with everyone in Vegas these days. He’d thought about going back to Los Angeles more than once these past few weeks. He glanced over at her with a nod. “How you been Evie?” he questioned and motioned for a waitress to bring him another Whiskey.

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reina-chen:

In her latest attempt to avoid everything, Reina had found herself at a casino. The new life that she was leading that didn’t include a mountain of money at her disposal was proving to be rather difficult for her. That’s not to say she was spoiled once before, she had just never experienced it before… Everything was new to her. Her eyes glanced over the colourful games, the people who’s eyes looked as though they hadn’t rested in dances and the empty glasses of this drink and that - which the poor waiters had to collect as though they’d never be able to finish their work. Catching hold of a familiar figure though, the woman stuffed her hands in her hoodie and walked over to him. Needless to say, she wasn’t exactly looking like the well groaned, put together Reina that a lot of people had seen her as. In fact, she was noticeably weaker in her features, paler, run down and with a distinctive hair cut that was difficult to avoid. But, alas, she had only met Marc a few times - the first being a night of passion that the two of them shamefully forgot about. “Luck running dry?” Reina asked once approaching him, offering a twitch of a smile in greeting.”

The cards were shuffled again and the next round started again. “You could say that,” he replied gruffly before his attention moved over to the voice. He was surprised to see that familiar face he had seen so few times before. Her appearance was different but she still remained the same in many ways. “It looks like your well has grown more arid too.”

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anthonyxsmith:

on occasion anthony couldn’t help but find himself dabbling in one of vegas’s most highlighted vices, gambling. sure he wasn’t the best at it but he wasn’t terrible either. club hopping and hanging at lounges tended to get old, so when his mood had called for it he would settle down at a table and make due. company in doing so was always highly appreciated. taking a swig from his glass he looks to the other who had finally managed to make an appearance. from the state of him it was apparent that he was having one hell of a night. “damn–” he mumbles under his breath. “you could have canceled you know—cause’ from the look of it you need a cold shower and a few stitches.” watching as the dealer flips a card, his attention somehow falls back onto marc. “seriously man, what the hell happened and are you alright?”

Marc’s face was somewhat less than amused as he looked over. His face was still bruising and bloody. His cousin or Jonny would have patched it up for him. Jax would have done it begrudging but he still would have. Damn he missed having his family around. “I’m already here,” he grunted and took his next hand at the table. “Had a job go south. Usually I get my cousin or his boyfriend to patch me up but... they’re gone so,” he gestured to his wounds. “Deal with it or go away.”

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“Well look what the cat dragged in from the garden after murdering it and shitting all over it.  Really, man, you’ve seen better days. No you haven’t, I’m just trying to be nice.” The last person he wanted to see around here was Marc. He’d felt bitter towards the man every since they fell out years ago, but was way too arrogant to leave Vegas. He considered it to be his turf and was  still determined to get back at Marc somehow. Still seeing the guy always put him in a bad mood. “Surprised to see you around here, pal. I thought that you’d have moved out to San Fran with your lover Chico by now. Heard your wife left you and I figured that you could not longer hide the feelings you got whenever you saw the boys in their speedos lounging by the pool. I mean I figured there had to be a reason you couldn’t get it up for her, but I guess since you finally hit puberty and grew a beard that you didn’t need her to be one anymore.”

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His voice was grating and breathy, and downright irksome. As was the person that it belonged to. Marc did not have to look over to know who was joining him. Had he a way to avoid him, he would have done so. It gave Marc pleasure every time that he thought about taking away Monroe’s bounties. He thoroughly enjoyed watching his face redden. “Nice to know you still lack basic intelligence, makes my job easier,” he replied back over his glass. With his cousin and friends gone, Marc was diving more thoroughly into his work, which meant the challenge that Roe brought was more welcomed, even when the asshole that he was, was not. “Lover Chico?” Marc mused with a raised brow. However, hearing him jab at his ex caused Marc to tense. He had been divorced a few years now but it always felt like a fresh wound. “Do you hear yourself sometimes Monroe? You make no fucking sense,” he replied to him and brought the gun from his holster, to the table top where he sat. “Fuck off.”

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Karma + Marc

karma: at this point, it doesn't matter if you do

marc: why doesn't it matter?

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diegooreyes:

Diego could surprise himself sometimes. A lot of things interested him. However, he was sure bounty hunting wasn’t going to be his cup of tea. Not that it needed to be known. He did also like fucking with people. “Well, of course I wouldn’t. I’m tagging up some fucking walls, not killing anybody.” He could understand the guy’s point. Diego would probably go for the big catches, too. “Man, my fucking brother was a fed and that ain’t do shit for me once,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Bounty hunters don’t kill people, puto,” he chuckled as he responded. It continued to surprise him that people thought bounty hunter’s killed people. Technically he carried a gun with permit, but he did not need the legal ramifications of something like that. He partially blamed Star Wars for that shit since Boba Fett seemed to be a hunter for hire that was not opposed to killing. His eyebrow arched when he talked about his brother being a Fed. He knew only one Fed in his life and it was not really a person he interacted with often. “You obviously don’t know how to work an angle,” he teased and shrugged. Marc stood up when an officer brought over his money. He fingered through some of the money before handing a portion back. “I’m paying his bail,” he nodded towards Diego in his chair. 

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beccasingh:

Every little thing she experienced at that moment was stronger than her. Knowing that there was no way out made her throat feel constricted and her palms start sweating. Rebecca hoped she would never experience those feelings again. It brought her back to the time of desperation and lack of control ( both which Rebecca hated to have ). She was especially embarrassed of going through that in front of Marc. Truth was, the way she had so perfectly built the facade after being rescued, the way she had chiseled her every expression or the ways she would react to certain things, some people came to think she had came out of it all unscathed, but it couldn’t be further from the truth and there she was, giving Marc the prime example of that. A panic attack, because the claustrophobic self got the very best of her. She tried her best to listen to what Marc was saying, but his words arrived muffled in her ears, but she could listen to him telling her to breath slowly and she tried to. With one deep breath after the other. “Please Marc, just please get me out of here— I can’t.” She looked down, still taking deep breaths. It was impossible to be distracted by a joke at that particular moment, it had been a while since she had felt so afraid.

Marc was normally the first to lean back and relax when it came to situations that were beyond his control. However, he knew Becca had been through some shit, even with not knowing all of the details. “Okay, we’re gonna get outta here mija,” he tried to comfort her as he watched her. He felt the pressure of the situation baring down on him and he knew he had to get them out of there. He had to help Becca because he cared about her well being. Marc reached up, climbing upon the railing and opening the small door at the top. “How do you feel about climbing?”

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honeybeaucanon:

“I’ll stick to the old tried and true, if you don’t mind.” Honey responded with a shake of her head. She knew her ex brother in law had quite the imagination, and giving him enough time, he would find an even more embarrassing nickname for her. She watched him rummage around the box before taking it into the kitchen, and that is when she plopped down on her butt on the floor and picked a box, pulling it to her. 

Opening it, she found that this box held dozens of old photo albums, the ones she’d taken with her. She wasn’t so much putting them away as she was flipping through them, eyeing each picture with a misty nostalgia in her eyes when she heard Marc speak again, and she realized she’d gotten lost within the memories. “What? Oh, well you missed Remy and Lily. They were already here.” She answered, but her voice came out bitter and acidic. “They’re making it pretty clear they haven’t forgiven me yet. I don’t even want to see Robbie. I can’t imagine what he’s going to say to me.”

“Good girl,” he chuckled as he thought about all the things he could torture her with when it came to nicknames. Unlike her siblings, even when shit got bad with him and his ex, Honey didn’t shun him. Things turned awkward for him and Robert and Lily downright hates him, but not Honey. But when she disappeared, he lost that connection he had once had to the Beaucanon bunch. Of course her mother adored him and he still called her on occasion but it was different with the siblings. They had felt like blood and now Honey was the only blood he had that did not hate him. Maybe it was because she was empathetic or maybe it was because they were kindred spirits.

Marc glanced over at her to see her rummaging through photos. Unable to help himself, he smirked and walked over to her.  “That’s probably a good thing. You’re the only Beaucanon sibling that likes me these days,” he replied to her and sat down next to her, looking over the album. “They’ll forgive you. They love you.” Marc nodded.