❝ i got two choices when i do this: make moves or make excuses. if you know who i'm talking about, then you got me. my biggest enemy is me, and even i can't stop me. ❞ +var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5582923"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");
sofia turned her eyes on the dark haired male over the rim of her martini glass , perfectly shaped eyebrows raising slightly as she listened to him speak. she feigned choking on her drink and put a hand to her chest , “ excuse me ? “ she laughed like wind chimes and shook her head , “ oh no , honey , you wouldn’t catch me dead at that fucking thing. “ she pushed thick brunette hair over her shoulder and pulled out a pack of cigarettes , you weren’t allowed to smoke in here technically but as if she was going to follow that rule.
❝ if the cobras have something up their sleeve then the party might just be a death sentence. ❞ he chuckled darkly with a shrug of his shoulders before pressing his lips together in a tight line. he leaned forward and picked up the glass of whiskey that was in front of him. there was a smirk on his face as he took a sip of his drink. ❝ i didn’t you’d be going, sof. ❞
‘ i think it’s extremely stupid for any of us to be going , ’ she stated as her eyes focused on the coffee cup that was in front of her. it was the cobras stunt at the memorial of someone she held dear to her heart that caused her to go into her downward spiral , caused her to lock herself in her apartment for hours on ends , days and almost weeks. pushing her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose , wanting to block out the sun from her hungover hues. ‘ if anyone goes , they’re just as much as a traitor as everyone else. ’
❝ i mean, do you think we should send like one or two people to keep an eye on things ? ❞ he wondered, still not completely okay with that idea either. any savage that went with the intention of having a good time on the ruins of their deceased leader’s mansion had no respect for the gang in blake's eyes. ❝ who knows if they’re planning an ambush or something, the party could be a red herring. ❞
❛ ———– so it’s true then. ❜ her voice is flat, perfectly manicured nails click on the table as she shakes her head. there’s a part of her that feels nothing more than UNEASY for certain but nothing of this is spoken to, in fact, naomi simply nods her head in reiterance, blinking back the deception that tore a STALWART organization to pieces, ❛ they are dancing on the skeletons of the empire. ❜
❝ we still have a decent amount of members, m’am. a phoenix rises from the ashes of it’s predecessor and that’s exactly what niko is going to do. ❞ he wasn’t sure whether or not naomi would take his remark as him calling balthazar easily replaceable. he never ever spoke ill of the savages in any way even when they would sometimes piss him off. ❝ are you going ? ❞
❝ y’know in horror movies how you yell at the people on screen not to go into the dark basement and they still do ? that’s exactly how i feel about this exclusive invitation. ❞ blake shared his uneasy feelings towards the initiation. there was something sickening about watching the defectors pledge their allegiance to a new creed. ❝ if it was just a party for the hell of it then that would be a different story, but no, i’m not going. ❞
the night air bit at maddox’s exposed legs as she walked down the street, her heels clicking prominently against the pavement. night was calm, night was empty. it was the perfect time for mads to clear her head and she was taking full advantage of it after a hefty day’s work. taking a seat on the bench, the redhead gazed up at the sky. astrology had always been something that interested the girl; the idea that your life could all be dictated by the stars.
grabbing a fresh cigarette from the packet, maddox placed the straight delicately between her lips before patting down her pockets. shit. no light. glancing around the almost abandoned park, she caught sight of a figure. “hey! excuse me! you gotta light?” she cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow in the shadow’s direction.
blake would normally have kept walking but the fact that he had his own lit cigarette in his mouth gave him away. also, this was a fellow savage member and it would be incredibly rude to ignore her. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a zippo that was decorated to look like the yin and yang symbol. ❝ i got you. ❞ he assured, handing the lighter to the other. ❝ did you just get done with a shift ? ❞ blake asked before bringing the Marlboro Red to his lips and taking a drag.
HER FACE is scrunched, nose curled as if she’s not sure what the hell was put on her plate but as she slides it away from her with a deep clear of her throat mariko swallows down the worst of whatever concoction that was and folded her hands together with some mockery of grace. ❛ i mean, i guess what else can i expect from diner food at two in the morning, huh? ❜
it was late and whoever was in the kitchen probably cared little to none about the quality of the food. he sat across from mariko and munched on his own meal, a large order of fries. ❝ there’s nothing wrong with mine. i mean, you could always send it back and ask for something else ? ❞
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ jeon jungkook + cismale + he/him — have you met blake davis? they are a twenty-one year old known around town as the rebel. they’ve been in the gang life for three years, and currently work for the savages as a stripper. they are a heterosexual leo, which means they are confident + daring, as well as headstrong + impulsive. neon lights, bomber jackets, black coffee.
oh, that gif? it’s...— for science ! what’s good ? i’m alex and i’ll be playing blake, the chaotic neutral who looks like a cinnamon roll but could probably kill you. i deleted his old intro and changed up his background a little bit so there’s that. i’d love some plots whether your character is a savage or cobra !
he was born in busan, south korea out of wedlock to a waitress who was in an unhappy marriage. that’s about as much as he knows about his birth mother and he has no clue who his father is. he was eight months old when he flew to america to be adopted by the davis family. they were a nice couple that gave him the name blake and the middle name jae-yoon, part of his birth name, to honor his korean heritage.
okay, so he was a real troublemaker growing up. paid attention in class ? nope. had the right answer to the questions teachers asked ? nope. did his homework on time ? nope. can’t count how many often he’d gone to detention on both hands ? yup. he struggled a lot in school since he was diagnosed with ADHD and couldn’t focus on one thing for the life of him. his parents kind of brushed the whole ADHD thing under the rug because they’re those parents who don’t believe in medication and that jazz. he was incredibly moody ( some might even call him emo ) in high school. you know how teachers tell parents that their kid was a pleasure to have in class ? no one ever thought that about blake davis. he was always the one who fell behind everybody else and could barely keep up. that’s not to say that he isn’t smart, because he is, he just has a different kind of intelligence.
you could call him a loner since his parents were extremely disappointed in his school progress ( or lack thereof ) and the kids in his grade thought he was dumb or not a fun presence to be around. he was an only child so he didn’t really socialize all that much but once he left his town, the whole story changed.
he barely managed to graduate but once he did he was out of there. he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do career wise but heard that stripping could make you big bucks if you’re good at it and have the right look. and so, he found himself at an audition for none other than balthazar caito’s night club. within two months, he had enough money to get his own place and soon became somewhat addicted to the influx of cash he’d get every night. he mainly blows his money on things like alcohol, marijuana, watches, and shoes.
he’s glad he has the gang because it’s a place he truly can fit in ? he would do anything for the savages but he does have a tendency to interact with members of the cobras even though he really shouldn’t.... but hey, he’s the rebel so.
did i mention that he doesn’t talk to his parents anymore ? no ? well, they weren’t too happy about his occupational choice and refused to speak to him until he got out of that kind of lifestyle.
