Running errands had to be both Cilla’s favorite and least favorite job to do. On one hand, she enjoyed how mindless it could be to go and pick up an item from some store for whoever it was needed it; but on the other hand, she wanted to do more. She wanted to feel like she was actually making some sort of impact. The longer she’d been part of the Mikhailov Mafia, the more she craved the thrill of the dirtier jobs. Playing errand-girl didn’t cut it. Alas, that was exactly the part she was to play this evening. One of the higher ups had asked her to pick up some spare parts from the auto shop for some confidential project. She hadn’t asked any questions, knowing a prying nose was one likely to end up bloody.
“I’m here to pick up an order. For, uh… the name should be Viktor.”
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Again, he was awful with the book-keeping. It was far from his thing and he hated logistics. So when the other told him of an order, and the name, he squinted for a few moments in thought, trying to come up with what exactly it was.
“Oh!” He bursts when he finally remembers, launching himself from his stance. “Yes, I know exactly what you’re talking about.” As if he had to prove to her that he knew. But he moved across the body shop, to behind some shelfs where there was a box of parts. “It’s heavy, want me to carry it to your car?” He says as he comes out with the large box. “Or if you skipped arm day, this would make up for it.” He quips.
Nora knew it wasn’t the best idea but she had some free time and one of her cars needed work. So she had someone bring her down to Mecca Motors to see what was going on. All she knew was it was supposed to be brand new but had started smoking while driving the past week.
She knew who owned it and though her mind was screaming at her not to go, a small part of her wanted to see him. Not that she would ever admit it to anyone let alone him so she was hoping he didn’t try to pry it out of her.
“Well you know how I like to talk,” she glanced around, trying to see what it was he was working on. Not that she really understood too much about cars so it was rather pointless. “Something’s going on with my Mercedes Benz, it’s been smoking every time someones drove it this week.”
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He wipes his hands as he looks over Nora, smirking as she replies to him. She looks good. She looks smart and important and he’s always been attracted to that. Something about a powerful woman, or maybe that powerful woman.
“You do make a lot of noise, I remember that.” He shifts his feet, leaning against the front of the car. He sure would like a reminder, though. He gets the feeling that she isn’t totally appalled by the idea, either. She came here after all, she could have just sent someone in her place.
“Smoking?” He’s pulled from his flirtacious presentation for a moment as he gawks. “What the hell are you doing to your nice car?”
Ray didn’t really understand that when opening a business, he’d have to do a lot of paperwork, or spend a lot of time behind a computer. He really just wanted to work with cars, but as a business owner, those things didn’t come so easy.
So he paid someone to do most of his paperwork, and he could keep his hands greasy. Meaning his was elbow-deep under the hood of a car when someone approached the garage.
“You’re in a bit late.” He states as his head pokes around from the hood. “You here just to make cute chat or quick work? One of those is gonna cost a pretty penny.” He smirks.
── There’s a new day dawning in the perilous streets of New York City. Here you’ll find (Ray Clarke) who is said to resemble (John David Washington), but is a (Thirty-seven) year old (Caporegime) swearing undying fealty to the (Clarke Family). Upon meeting them, they are (charming) and (approachable). Do not be deceived, they are also (brash) and (dense). After all, you cannot spell family without lies.
Written by Chloe. XXII. She/He/They
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒
Full name: Ray James Clarke
Age: Thirty-seven
DOB: August 19th, 1984
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender & Pronouns: Cis Man | He&him
Height: 5′9
Association: Clarke Family
Education: High School Diploma
Spoken Languages: English, Mandarin, Spanish, French, Italian (semi-fluent)
Occupation: Caporegime & Owner of Mecca Motors
𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑
He’s a himbo-genius short king who barely made it through high school but found his calling as a street racer when he traveled the world. He came back and had his dad fund Mecca Motors where he provides the best auto care possible, and to help build the fastest street racing cars in the city.
He’s an idiot, but also understands cars better than anyone else. But mostly he’s an idiot.
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘
There was a lot of expectations for being a son of a boss. Ray didn’t do well with expectations. Not to say he was a ‘disappointment’ either, there were just expectations that needed to be properly set when it became clear that Ray was not going to be the star son that was thought when the boy was born.
He was terrible with school. Tests were not his strong suit, Mom and Dad shelled out thousands to get him tutors just to make sure he kept his head above water. He humored them, showed up, did what he could, but hardly anything clicked.
He was more entertained by being a handful, anyways. Climbing into class through the window, sneaking off during the pep rally to fill bathrooms with frogs.
Obviously, Ray was wildly popular in high school.
College was out of the question, too, when he got his diploma, he took advantage of his college fund to travel the world. Strangely enough, it wasn’t that Ray was dumb (well.. maybe he is), because the man picked up languages like they were nothing. Spending six months in Beijing, he became nearly fluent in Mandarin. Ten months in Barcelona, he can hold a conversation in Spanish with anyone.
He traveled for five years, learning the world and having his share of fun. It’s also where he learned to drive like a mad men. His parents had a bit too close of a leash on him for him to try street racing, but out in the world, he could do anything.
Ray came to know everything he could about cars, from the greatest minds in the world. Turns out he just needed to get his hands dirty to actually learn a thing or two.
He was not a driver to be missed. He was ruthless, knowing how to cut in front of the rest, leaving others in his dust. By the time he came back, he had a name and reputation in the underground racing ring. His parents were less than thrilled that he had spent their money doing something that lacked class. He told them they couldn’t really be picky over what kind of crime he participates in when they’re all criminals.
Not long after being back in New York City, Ray proposed to his father about Mecca Motors. Certainly, the family wasn’t really in the driving scene, but he always wanted them to have their passions, and this was his. By some miracle, the plan was funded.
Okay, yes, Mecca does offer excellent service and Ray makes sure that everyone that works under his is just as knowledgeable as he is, but perhaps he does host and sponsor and help build some of the fastest street cars in the city. These days, he doesn’t race as much as he did in his twenties, but sometimes he’ll find himself behind the wheel just to remind everyone who’s king of the streets.
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
would love siblings in the Clarke family. They’re probably more competent than him
he’s got the attention span of a fly but probably has an ex-partner that held his attention for a while
then again, there’s PLENTY of ex hook-ups
driving buddies
general buddies
enemies ? idk he’s p harmless and p likeable but ya kno, we love beef.
