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rowan sinclair || 29 || agent , planner

[mcdampresident]

“I’m fine, Sinclair. Give it up. And it wasn’t just in that region, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Because you weren’t on what should have been a simple job.” Elena didn’t like that he was underestimating her, even devaluing her. “I’ve worked here for a long time. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

[rowan--sinclair]

“What do I care if it was mean to be a simple job or not? It doesn’t change your current situation, does it?” What he failed to mention was that he just might have had something to do with the fact that the easy mission ended up in a shooting. “What part of your brain refuses to accept the fact that you aren’t in a perfect health? It’s incredibly embarrassing to watch to you deny it.”

[mcdampresident]

“What the hell? Of course, I would fight you. Why would you even say something like that? I can fight, I’ve always fought, and I’m not going to stop now.”

[rowan--sinclair]

“Sure but I don’t count grasping your stomach in pain and trying to land a punch fighting. Everyone knows you’re hurting, especially if you strain yourself, why pretend otherwise?”

[alexeiovechkin-deactivated20170]

“Good to know we still don’t agree on much.” Alexei murmured, he wasn’t expecting anything less from Rowan, it was odd how well they got along. “You know we should be feeding him to the pigs,  or open a grave in the local cemetery. But fine, rocks are fine… just not the lake. We need deep water, or eventually he will come after us again.”  he shortly turned to take another shirt, black, so that if there were going to be any stains, it was less obvious then the white he had just pulled up and thrown in the corner. “We are taking your car… mine was just cleaned. I do not want fingernails in my backseat.”  

[rowan--sinclair]

He shrugged, his arms lifting just slightly in a lazy manner. This was equivalent to him saying ‘What are you gonna do about it?’. When time was a luxury, it wasn’t spent on words. Gestures: short and straight-forward. “What? You plan on driving to east coast or what? I have to be back here by morning or it will be sketchy as hell.” This was going much worse than he had figured, mostly because Marnie had picked a very bad time to just disappear. “Tell me you have big garbage bags. It’s gonna look bad if my car gets stained with blood.”

[nevaehhalston]

“Right, let me just make a few calls to get my flat screens removed, just for you, Moriarty,” Ren joked, shaking her head slightly, knowing that his statement had been intended to mock her. She bore a wide grin of success, when he’d finally reacted to her snark, exaggerating a distressed tone as she next spoke. “Oh dear, whatever will I do without your extensive knowledge? I mean, it’s not like Lina isn’t one of my best friends anyways.” Her last statement was of course, thick with sarcasm. Cartel or not, it was clear to see that the two were inseparable & Ren was sure that Rowan was well aware of the fact. “It promotes healthy skin. You should probably give it a shot.”

[rowan--sinclair]

“If I’m Moriarty, does that make you Adler? Just a question. I hope there’s no Holmes to screw things up,” he laughed, he wasn’t sure if the nickname was an honour or not, with Ren  it easily could have been either one. Especially considering it was him. “Yeah, I don’t know. Lina and I talk  about you all the time. She’s only faking it,” he retorted back, his tone was the most laid-back, as if he wasn’t even trying --- which he quite honestly wasn’t. “I have an excellent skin, I don’t need superfood for that. Try getting better genes.”

[mcdampresident]

“Capable people? Oh, that’s nice.” She was capable, yes, there was pain but that could be managed; she wanted to be back where she was. “I’m bored, this is boring, and I’m much better than this.”

[rowan--sinclair]

“Prove me wrong, do some parkour or whatever. Be honest, if I now landed a punch in your gut, would you be able to shake it off and continue fighting? Because I’m betting against you,” he said to her directly; he had no compassion left to say nice things to a broken woman who wasn’t seeing the bigger picture. “Then use your brains --- if you have them, that is. No one is forcing you to sit all day long.”

[alexeiovechkin-deactivated20170]

“We can talk about that afterwards, get a drink. Vodka is the best alibi, agent.”  He smirked as he bend forward to examine the body up close, sure not to touch him yet. “Where did you do it, cleaned the scene already? You know they are going to be looking for him.” As a recruiter, Alexei did have some tricks up his sleeve, he knew what cleaners were into. And dumping the body only for it to turn up was going to raise questions. “I have acid in the garage, we destroy the fingerprints, toeprints, shave his head… and then you can kick him in the teeth. How is that?”

[rowan--sinclair]

“Vodka? There’s something seriously wrong with you. Rum is the way to go,” he insisted and grabbed the hand towel, threw it on the wound that had by now almost stopped bleeding. “It’s raining, I’m letting nature clean after me. His jacket sucked most of it and don’t worry, there’s no path of blood to your house.” Rowan chuckled and rubbed his chin, considering the options. He knew why he would prefer his way but Rowan, himself, was not really feeling like violaiting a dead man. “Fine, fine, but I still recommend the lake afterwards. He’ll sink to the bottom if we just send him there with a couple of rocks.”

[alexeiovechkin-deactivated20170]

“Yeah, should’ve called Marnie. In fact, call now. I am expecting my sister tomorrow, I do not feel like explaining all of this to her.” Whatever this was, there was no end to this mess. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it in a corner far away from the blood shed, rolling his eyes at him, even if Rowan wasn’t really the thank you kind of go.. “Thank me later yeah? Let’s get to work, or did you want to bury him underneath my rose bush in the garden and let it be over with?” 

[rowan--sinclair]

“Your sister? I didn’t even know you had one,” Rowan muttered with a confused look on his face. Why was this guy so cryptic? He dialed the blonde’s number and waited for her to pick up --- which never happened. The seconds seemed to tick down too slowly. Different ways to get rid of the evidence were filling his head. “Okay so Marnie’s not picking up, I think the rose bush is a good option,” he joked before groaning. “I have no equipments. We could just dump him in the river twenty miles down south or something.”

[mcdampresident]

“We both know that I don’t do shit anymore. I was a big shot agent and now I’m stuck on the witness protection program…I know it’s important and all, but it’s not what I’m used to.”

[rowan--sinclair]

“Boohoo, you got hurt and had to step down and let capable people do your job better. You can cry about it or you can just accept it and work your ass off in your new work. Besides running around all day and night is tiring, this is so chill that I hope this program doesn’t end.”

[alexeiovechkin-deactivated20170]

“Luckily you haven’t shot anyone in a while. Wouldn’t know how to cover that up.” Alexei sighed as he pulled back to look at them, he was growing impatient. “Too bad we can’t say the same thing about stabbing, hmm?” he clenched his jaw at the idea. “What did I tell you about blood getting all over my bathroom floor. Do you want me to get caught for your cunt-like behavior?”

[rowan--sinclair]

“Please, I clean after myself --- somewhat. Besides we have Marnie, she’s just a phone call away,” he defended and took a few steps around the corpse. The floor really was stained, with every step he could feel how the blood was sticky under his shoes. “I took a calculated risk, he knew too much and we don’t want him babbling. It’s your fault for opening your door for me.” He paused for a second before he could actually manage to get the words out of his mouth. “thank you.”

[mcdampresident]

“Then, give me the phone. I’d love to meet this interesting person, maybe we could exchange notes and take you down for good.  Just a thought….” She teased.

[rowan--sinclair]

“Oh, you’re not worthy of his time. Take me down? Maybe you should direct that energy at something productive?”

[mcllcry]

“ you can, but are you willing to? ” as if rowan was ever able to portray himself differently in her presence. she would always know when he faked it . “ more times than i can count. ” it was an obvious dig to get a raise out of him.

[rowan--sinclair]

“for you, definitely,” he said and inched even closer, his hand playing with her collar. he licked his lips and lifted his gaze to look at her. “i should make up for those times then, shouldn’t i?” he knew what she was doing, and he decided to beat her at her own game.

[nevaehhalston]

“No, you’re right, I’d never let you be homeless. There’s a guest room at mine with your name on it. Despite you being insufferable, the goodness of my soul wouldn’t allow you to sleep on the streets. Your experience from writing up plans won’t do you any good when you’re trying to fend off street criminals,” Ren smiled, managing to take another jab at him –– - by now, her bitterness had finally left. “The only fights I get in are verbal, & with you,” she laughed, laying her forearms on the table between them. “Just a chamomile for me. I had a coffee at the meeting earlier.”

[rowan--sinclair]

“That’s so sweet but if there’s no flat screen TV, I rather live on the streets,” he laughed, sure that there was at least one TV in every room at the Marinhos. They reeked of money and if you had it, why not spend it? “That’s it, I’m not sharing any of my intel with you. You ungrateful brat.” He gestured the waitress to stop by their table. “And you end up winning most of those fights,” he mused and wrinkled his nose at her choice of drink. “Chamomile? Disgusting but if that’s what you want,” he shrugged and gave the waitress the  order: a latte and a chamomile tea and a scone just for good measure.

[rowan--sinclair]

ROWAN SINCLAIR 101

&&. THE BASICS ;

full name ( + any significance or nicknames ) Rowan Jack Sinclair. His first name is ‘just a name’ but his father’s name was Jack. date of birth: 9th of May 1987 hometown: Concord, NH sexual orientation: straight occupation: Cartel’s planner, undercover as an agent

&&. FAMILY ;

parents ( + any significant details ): Julia Walsh & Jack Sinclair, never got married, it was more of a one night stand thing but they kept it touch especially after she got pregnant. siblings: None  ancestral lineage: Her mother’s family is actually mostly Canadian, but his father is as American as it get. social class: Lower class advantages or disadvantages at birth ( i.e. poverty, disabilities, etc. ): His mother died when he was just one and his father could hardly take care of himslf, much less a baby. The money was  t i g h t. His father did small gigs for the cartel but it was hardly enough. But they managed to make ends meet. favourite childhood memory: His father had got his hands on some money and that evening they ate like it was the last day on earth. Steak, creamy sauce, lemonade, ice cream, all that.

&&. TIMELINE ;

do any major changes or events occur during adolescence that triggered a certain behaviour or change in perspective? It was more of a gradual change but when he was a child he was very kind and sweet but it was his crappy living situation, his father’s bad example that made his rough around the edges and just rather cold and self-serving.. how independent was and is your character? He’s always been very independent. His father sometimes disappeared for a couple days and left Rowan to fend off for himself, those were the days that he mainly survived on water and hard bread because he had only couple dollars on himself and he didn’t want to spend it on minute dinners. what is their main goal? He wants to make a million --- or more. Money has become a bit of an obsession for him, once he started getting paid, he became greedy.

&&. THE SAINT PAUL CARTEL ;

when and why did they decide to join the cartel? It seemed like the most reasonable thing to do. Thanks to his dad, he had gotten his foot in the door and it wasn’t like he had money to go to college. He started from the small stuff, selling drugs and whatnot but gradually rose up ranks.  what is their role within the gang? He’s a planner. He makes sure that risks are minimized when members go do their jobs. He does research and acquires all needed information. additional thoughts?  are they happy where they are or do they     want out? Definitely happy, he’s hardly at any risk, his undercover act is going well and he’s making double the money being on both the fbi’s and the cartel’s payroll.

&&. THIS OR THAT ;

coffee or tea? taking baths or taking showers? platonic or romantic love? ice cream or sorbet? indoors or outdoors? modern or vintage?

[nevaehhalston]

“Just because you work amongst the poor, doesn’t mean you have to dress like them,” Ren begun, suppressing the repugnance from displaying on her features. “But you’ve got a fair point. I guess if I won’t carry around a briefcase, you shouldn’t have to dress like you’re not homeless, I can agree with you on that much,” she shrugged. His ignorance continued to irk her, however, even if such feelings weren’t reflected in her face. “We can talk about your spectacular results once you’ve actually put yourself in the line of fire and come out successful. Sorry, but playing watchman isn’t quite enough for me to agree you’ve provided results. So if we’re agreeing to disagree for the moment, could you maybe order something so we’re not just sitting here wasting table space?”

[rowan--sinclair]

How Ren always managed to make him laugh with her pride, was beyond him. “Oh c’mon, I can’t walk around in Tom Ford and stuff, this is a good opportunity to not give a shit about appearance. But, you’re being too harsh, with this face I could never be homeless.” He gestured to his face before leaning back in his chair. Honestly, he only bothered to somewhat listen to Ren talk. She took her position way more seriously than he, took pride in it. He just shrugged. “You don’t know what kinda shit I do. If I’m being honest I don’t think I’ve seen you in a fight, FYI, agents do end up shooting people. But that’s that. What do you want, I’m just gonna have a latte. None of that fancy stuff they probably have here.”

[mcllcry]

“ do you even hear yourself? you are the most selfish person i know. and that is saying a lot. you even make me wait. you are the worst. ”

[rowan--sinclair]

“i can change,” he said draatically with a serious tone before a grin broke on his face. “mallory, when have i ever let you down? think about that.”

[mcllcry]

“ a favour for a favour. i might consider it. if the favour is in my favour. get it? although begging is still the easiest way out of this love. ”

[rowan--sinclair]

“i wouldn’t dare to be selfish if you helped me. sure i can beg but i’d rather much hear you begging me later. i promise you it’s much more enjoyable.”

[mcllcry]

“ oh come on rowan. where is the begging? i can’t do it without you begging for it. i will help you out. please mallory, i beg you, be my saviour. now that isn’t too difficult, right? ”

[rowan--sinclair]

a smirk appeared on his lips and he stepped closer to her. “i could always repay you in some way. a fun way,” he proposed and dared to brush the blonde hair behind her ear. “so what do you say? a favour for a favour?”