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mateo moreno -- intro.

@rosetonstarters || Laurel's eyes squinted, hawk-like, at the figure a few yards ahead of her. She'd been perched on a bench in Roseton Square, pretending to read a book when she first heard them, and she swore by this, say the word heist. Color her intrigued! It was then that she started to stalk them around the square, ready to follow wherever they went next.

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mateo was just trying to get to a spot to take in some fresh air when he felt like somebody was watching him. he shrugged it off; it was probably the paranoia brought on by a late night. he continued to make his way toward a bench until he accidentally tripped over a piece of sidewalk jutting out from the ground. "ow, fuck!"

#m. interactions.#m. interactions. laurel.

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Victoria's eyes rolled as a former colleague continued to complain on the phone to her about a contract that she had filed before leaving the Boston firm. "Where did you get your accreditations? A fucking cereal box?" Pushing her glasses to the crown of her head she turned to the figure approaching her. "Just send it to me I'll figure it out but you owe me." Hanging up Tori sighed. "Sorry that was just a shit show...anything I can do for you or?" At the small table at the park across from town hall she pushed the opposite chair out with her foot, inviting the other to sit.

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"damn, working overtime?" mateo mused. he held up the brown bag of lunch before he sat down. "mind if i sit here and eat? all the other tables are taken and if i stay in my house another minute, i might lose my mind."

#m. interactions. victoria.#m. interactions.

( taylor zakhar-perez, cis man, he/him) ⎯ mateo moreno has been a resident of roseton for thirty-two years . around the town , the thirty-two year old mechanic has been given the nickname, the maverick . i think it's because they are individualistic , but also headstrong . echo knows something dark and messed up about them ! [ greasy rags tossed on the concrete floor, frozen meal boxes tossed in the trash, and thick knit sweaters that smell vaguely of campfire smoke ] + [ jenn , est , twenty-eight , she/her ]