Holy water cannot help you down.
Hours and armies couldn't keep me out.
I don't want your money.
I don't want your crowd.
See, I have to burn Your kingdom down.
24 || savages || outlawshq
IT’S A CAREFULLY REHEARSED ROUTINE , one that he has all but perfected over the years. his current target ? a very distracted businessman , angrily barking away into his phone. it’s almost laughably easy, bumping into him with a drink in hand and ‘ accidently ’ spilling it all over his incredibly expensive looking suit. a hard , angry shove and a vulgar string of expletives later , the man storms out of the bar in a huff. ❝ god. that was like ── embarrassingly easy. ❞ he says, looking over his shoulder to make sure that the man is well and truly gone before sifting through the wallet he had taken from the his coat pocket. ❝ what is happening to the people of valdez , huh ? it’s not fun if it’s easy. ❞
Remy shook his head at the chaotic exchange taking place behind him. It was the oldest trick in the book. One you definitely did not have to be a pickpocket to spot. Turning on the bar-stool he watched as the thief sifted through a wallet, assessing his prize. ❝ You must have sheer dumb luck on your side. ❞ He downed the last sip of scotch in his glass and raised it towards the stranger. ❝ Looks like the next round is on you. ❞
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ finn cole + cismale + he/him — have you seen remington "remy" reid? they sure have been hanging out at trinity a lot recently. they are a twenty four year old known as the enigma, and they currently work for the savages as a soldier, which they’ve been doing for two years. a heterosexual scorpio, they are loyal + focused, as well as impatient + abrasive. black jacket under neon lights, white lines on her pink mirror, broken lips & bloody knuckles. × slade. twenty three. she/her. pst. ×
Hello, hello! I’m Slade and this is my cookie Remy. He’s been in Valdez almost 4 years and is hiding out from some shiz he got himself into, living off his trust fund money. If you’re interested in a backstory it’s HERE otherwise, a few bullet points lie below...
He’s super judgmental of people with wealth, even though he’s wealthy himself. They have to prove their character to him so much more than anyone else and he constantly questions their motives.
He enjoys his vices very much. Gambling and excessive drinking with a special affinity for strippers and, uh, ladies of the night.
The only contact he has with anyone from before he came to Valdez is a 5 min phone call once a year with his mother. On her birthday. She doesn’t care and he knows it, but he can’t let go completely.
It’s difficult for him to get close to someone but once he does he is very loyal. Often to a fault. Can also be quite possessive.
He's a cat man. Hates dogs. It annoys him that they are so submissive and dependent.
His favorite book is Catcher In The Rye. He reads it twice a year.
He is always planning.
Almost exclusively watches 80′s movies.
Is really giggly when he drinks wine. Therefore, it’s hard to get him to drink wine.
He’s a night owl. Rarely goes to bed before 6 am but never sleeps past 11.
He really likes camping, hiking and being outside in nature. Especially with someone he is close to. He can often be found walking in parks or even just around town, taking deep breaths and generally looking lost in thought.
He’s written in journals everyday for the last 4 years. Mostly about the same topic over and over. He would literally kill to keep them from being seen by any eyes other than his own.
Hmu if you want to plot or anything. I don’t have any triggers and am pretty open to different plot ideas. Ready to put this angsty cinnamon roll through the ringer.
