“Saucy.” Her lips pressed together, attempting to stifle alcohol induced laughter. She was usually better about being ‘composed’, but for appearances she’d had a couple to drink. “They don’t charge extra for those, might as well make it three.” Offering some jest back, with her previous table empty Jin quickly grabbed her bag and moved to a seat near him. “Nope – I don’t really know them actually, just heard they were getting some drinks so tagged along. I thought it was a good excuse to meet some people but.. guess my haunt continues.” Admitting before she shook her head slowly. “Sorry too late, you are officially my excuse to avoid returning with them, plus I really want to see you drink a sex on the beach.”
“I’m Jin-ae by the way.”
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Raf pursed his lips and leaned back in the booth, considering this deep wisdom that had just been dropped on him unexpectedly. How had he not thought of that? Obviously three was better than two. “You know what? You’re right. Might as well make it three. That’s some out of the box thinking.” He tapped a finger to his temple to accentuate just how out of the box it all was and then shook his head. “Ah, nah. Bars aren’t the best place to meet people anymore. You know a good place to meet people? Costco.” He tilted his head just a bit when she joined him, but he didn’t really mind—after all, he’d already finished his business for the night and the shirley temple he was drinking was almost finished. And it didn’t have a single umbrella, which was a damn tragedy because apparently they were free. “You know what? Make it four, because we have no limits here. I would do five, but I don’t want to be greedy and steal that joy from the next person.” He dipped his fingers into the nearly empty glass to fish out his cherry. he always saved it for last. “Sex on the beach? Do I look like a cranberry guy to you?” He waved a hand dismissively. “I know, I know, it’s only a part of the drink but you know something about cranberries? They’re bullies, they take over the entire flavor profile.” he popped the cherry in his mouth and then tossed the stem in the empty drink. “Jin-ae, nice to meet you. Pleasure is yours, I’m sure.”
as the elevator shuddered to a stop and the small emergency light flashed, raf was reminded of the many reasons behind his preference for stairs. being stuck in an elevator was probably one of his least favorite places to be stuck, and not only because there were entire movies dedicated to people being paranormally murdered inside of them. “damn, remember that movie where those people got stuck in the elevator and one of them was the devil and they all got their souls dragged to hell one at a time? fuckin’ unlucky, that was.”
was this the proper topic of conversation? probably not.
angel turned and felt a small snort come out of her of its own free will. “i guess i technically don’t feel my blood while it’s inside. but it definitely likes to come out when i get hit or scratched or such things,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “really? that’s fascinating. i mean i seriously thought infusing caffeine with my blood was the only way to stay awake. this is a whole new concept. my mind is completely blown,” she said sarcastically with a playful smile on her lips.
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“I have been known to blow minds before. I should have given you a warning. It’s real hard being this inspirational and progressive. The burden I carry.” he was kidding, but...was he? he almost sounded serious. but that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it. his mouth quirked into a small grin and he leaned over the counter to look at what she was doodling. “care to share with the class?” he slipped a napkin out of the holder and pulled a pen out of his pocket. Raf was always prepared, you see. Pens? check. Weapons? Check. Bubblegum? Check. Coupons for five dollars off your next purchase at Target? Double check. “Here, i’ll show you mine if you show me yours. but you can’t judge me. art is a form of expression and good art is subjective.” he said this, of course, because he could not draw to save his damn life, and he had to preempt his obvious failure.
location: fates
open to: anyone ( @crimsonstarters )
angel let out a sigh as she doodled on her napkin. she was exhausted. she’d been pulling some late nights at the shop as well as frequenting wolves and the den. plus, of course, her work with the fausts. she needed a vacation, not that she would ever mention it to anyone. “i feel like my blood is pure caffeine at this point.”
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hmm. a napkin doodler. he liked napkin doodlers. they usually had a lot of good thoughts, you know, like he’d never had a bad conversation with a doodler. “I don’t feel my blood at all. but i know i have some because when i get hit, that shit comes right on out.” he nodded slowly, as if he had just imparted some deep philosophical wisdom on this girl. “i have heard that ancient cultures used this incredible technique for dealing with that feeling uh—shit, i forget what it’s called. starts with an s....rhymes with jeep.”
Some classmates talked about getting drinks, a ‘no harm no foul’ seem to label the situation well so Jin-ae agreed to tag along. Car pooling to be safe, the group claimed a spot in the corner. Minding their own for the most part till time passed quicker than they realized and a few had a few too many. The lesser buzzed members attempting to sober the others up if only to keep the night going, which failed graciously as they started bugging the table next to them. Questions spewing from her mates mouths from ‘we aren’t bothering you?’ to ‘are you gonna finish that?’ eventually someone pulled them away leaving JJ to clean up the ripple.
“Hey they’re a bit drunk um – let me cover your next round as a sorry.”
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“oh shit, if the next round is on you then I’m gonna need one of those real fancy drinks. the ones that they overcharge for, with the little umbrellas. you know what? make it two umbrellas, i’m feeling saucy.” truth was, he couldn’t care less about some drunk college kids getting a little too friendly at a bar. but he did think it was nice of the kid to offer and his mom taught him a long time ago that you never turn down a gift. that would be rude. “so, what happened. you draw the short stick? gotta play nanny for the rest of the night?” he tapped a thoughtful finger on the table. “save your money, don’t worry about it. use it to buy yourself some of those kid leashes for your friends.”
Howdy cowpals I’m Missy, I’m 27, and I promise I am super hip just like all the other youths out there. So hip. So in. So fashion forward.
Under the cut is a bit of information on Raphael and some plot ideas! I’m excited to be here and can’t wait to meet all these fantastic characters.
( manny montana, 35, cis man, he/him ) Was that RAFAEL RUIZ ? I heard a rumor they work for the WALSH family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit UNPREDICTABLE & BACKHANDED, but I also heard they can be INSPIRING & MAGNETIC. You’ll usually find them at BLUE ORCHID in their spare time, when they’re not being an BONEBREAKER/CHEF @ NORTH COAST HOTEL. You may want to keep an eye on that one !
alright folks, let’s get going:
rafael, or raf, will start telling you about his past by beginning with the military. he joined the marines when he was 18, and the details of when he left are very unclear. previous to that? it’s a bit like he popped out of thin air. He has a past just like everyone else, but he never talks about his childhood.
that’s not because it was bad. He actually had a pretty good childhood. he had a big family with three brothers and two sisters and a ton of cousins and his reluctance to talk about that comes more from the fact that he misses them.
he was discharged from the military after an incident of refusal to act. war is messy and he made a call that he thought was the right now, the good one, and he ended up being wrong. he doesn’t talk about that a lot, but it was definitely a turning point for him.
after he was discharged, where the hell did raf go? no one knows! he went a little bit of everywhere, in the grand scheme of things. y’all watch schitt’s creek? you know when alexis throws out random wild tidbits of her adventures around the world? That’s sort of his vibe. for the most part, it’s pretty well known that raf spent most of his time between 25-30 just traveling around as a gun for hire.
is that all true? who knows! he’s a liar! raf is a crazy good liar when he wants to be, he can lie like no other, it’s second nature to him—but he’s also just a dang liar. he lies about things all the time (he calls it messing around). it’s about little things too, like…hey, raf, do you want a cupcake? and he says no, i’m allergic to dairy. and then like a minute later he’ll pick up the cupcake and eat it because he was fucking around he is not allergic to dairy.
this can make him a nightmare for people who don’t know him, or people who are really gullible. the good thing is most of the time it’s harmless fucking around, he just gets a kick out of it. he says it so very casually that it’s hard to tell when he’s playing and when he’s not. this is mostly because everything about him seems almost hyper-casual. the dude is excessively chill. don’t believe it, it’s a trap. he’s always got this cocky crooked grin on his face, and is a master of the ‘oh word? that’s wild’ phrase. he’s the type to kick back with his feet up and slow nod along to your story, like he’s totally calm and cool and collected. for the most part, he is. he’s laid-back and relaxed.
but where chill ends, wild begins. raf has two speeds—totally fine, dude, no drama & i’m gonna throw you off this cliff and then i’m gonna find your houseplant and throw it off the cliff too for good measure. when he snaps, he snaps pretty hard.
for the MOST PART though? he’s really not what you would expect. he’s got a bit of a reputation that precedes him, but he’s...not that scary when you meet him. Raf smiles a lot, he seems to enjoy life, he likes passing off little tidbits of wisdom that don’t pertain to the situation at hard.
his body is a TEMPLE. he’s very into organic food and meditation exercises and purifying the soul of world decay and that’s...a lot. he can be a lot. if your energy is out of whack, he might suggest you go pick up some crystals or some bath salts to clear that shit up.
he works, when he’s not crushing bones, as one of the head chefs for the north coast hotel. he cares a lot about his food. don’t insult his food who knows what he’ll do.
he has a lot of strong opinions on things. like names. mmm, never trust a veronica. he also has a habit of giving little backhanded compliments that leave the recipient confused and caught between insulted and ego-boosted. a little bit of oh, nice hair cut, yeah. real slick. loved that look when it was cool in the 90
he tends to adopt wandering youths that look like they haven’t been ruined by the world yet. who knows why. maybe he wants a kid. maybe he wants to preserve the part of him that used to exist before everything got so damn murky. who knows! just know that if you have been selected by raf as a Good Kid he will probably kill for you, regardless of who your allegiances belong to.
other than that little part, he’s VERY loyal to the o’sheas, and by extension now the walshs. raf may speak his mind and argue a point, but at the end of the day he’ll carry out what he’s been told to carry out.
there’s probably tons more but i want to wait a little so I understand the dynamics bette <3 i can say, that if you’re ever looking for him, you can find him at the blue orchid because a good skin care routine and upkeep is VERY IMPORTANT. he also lives for that deep tissue massage.
POSSIBLE PLOTS
hook-ups: because who doesn’t love that. open to male and female and non-binary. pretty much anyone as long as they’re not too young! his cut off for this is probably 25. he’s 35. he’s tired.
the person who brought him into the oshea fam: this is open to anyone who has been with that family for longer than he has (so longer than five years). we can plot of the how of it all, i’m open to any ideas.
a respected enemy: someone from a different side who is also very good at what they do. they respect each other! they probably even try to avoid each other because they know they’re good. the kind of people who can share a drink at a neutral territory bar and then tip hats and go their separate ways—a real ‘just business’ admiration.
exes: always down for exes! man, woman, nb, anyone as long as they’re within a reasonable age!
his adopted youths: these are just people that he thinks are good and deserve protection and good things in life. they don’t have to be ‘youths’ its more of like a vibe thing. could be a 40 year old man and raf is like i will protect u little pal
friends: SO IMPORTANT just that crew, the ride or dies, the PALZONES. give them to me!!!
if you like this, i’ll pop over to plot some stuff. it might take me time to find a read all the intros but i’m 100% here and ready to meet these characters.
