His name is RUPERT DANIEL KILLIAN and he goes by RUDY or his surname. He's TWENTY-THREE and works as a FIREFIGHTER/EMT. On paper, he's sweet. Off record, he's sweeter.
ââAlexandra is definitely one of them. Although we are just friends and I know she has that thing with Harry, but I wouldnât object if it ever happens. Mallory and Alyssa arenât that bad looking either and I know that they are both really good in bed. Viktoriya is also very attractive, but she already has that boyfriend of hers. And maybe if Miles was a bit older, Iâll admit that I might consider him. Tommy too, maybe and as annoying as he was, I wouldnât have mind sleeping with Rudy he was still living here.â
Who: Rudy & Kyung-won
What: The day they move away
When: Mid-November
Schoolâs starting to get a little wild for me, and Iâm losing a lot of my muse for my characters. Iâm going to bow out for a while, but I might come back later, who knows!
Thank you so much for making this rp fun for me for so long. Iâve been here since May with 2,371 posts, guys, thatâs an impressive run.
Iâm leaving this super open ended so if I ever decide to come back, a plot is in place for me. Rudy is leaving to go take care of his dad who recently suffered a stress related heart attack. To everyone who has significant plots with my little bean here (Jude, Jo, Max, Vik etc.), you can headcanon that he texts and calls your character regularly. Itâs all very sad that heâs moving away but he wouldnât leave without a word. In the end, itâs up to you and your character whether they want to sever ties with him. Weâre both gunna miss you all a lot. If youâve got my kik or skype, feel free to hit me up whenever!
"Can you fucking believe it?" He was saying, aggressively trying to zip closed what seemed to be his fourth pants-only suitcase which was packed to exploding point like the others. "His son is a fucking paramedic for shit's sake and he has a fucking stress-related heart attack, like that doesn't happen."Â
"Just breathe," Kyung-won interjected, sitting cross legged on their bed; just about the only thing that wasn't packed up and headed to the car in a box. That was another thing he had to worry about. Shipping costs, and what to do with a house in England he owned-- He'd let his cousins take it over rent free, or else it would just be sitting here totally unused. Rudy didn't have the heart to sell it. Of course, when Kyung wasn't coming with him, this wasn't even an issue.Â
"Can you just--"
"I'm all about support, mate. Support is my middle name."
"So that's why you never told me your middle name," Rudy said with the kind of dry sarcasm that coated his voice a lot these days, "I always figured it was something embarrassing."
"Hah-hah," Kyung-won sneered, shaking their golden, fluffy head.
When Rudy had first heard they were bound for New York in January, he was heartbroken. Happy for them, of course, but heartbroken that they were going to have a literal ocean between them. Weeks into sorting out whether he was strong enough to withstand it, he got a frantic call from his mother about his dad being hospitalized. Turns out, there were a lot of decisions he didn't even have to make-- before he knew it he was off to Canada to become the proverbial head of the house while making certain his dad was on the right track to wellness. He and his mom would run the business and take care of his sisters, and Kyung-won would be there for a minute, for moral support.
They were just about the only bright spot in this situation. Ever positive and totally willing to pick up and leave with him. They were granted a pretty prestigious internship in New York starting in January. Rudy's family, in the time he had spent in Darlington, had moved from Vancouver to Ontario, which meant that was where he was going. It wasn't a far trip, and what was leaving for New York a few months early, when your best friend's family was going through the motions.
"Just breathe," Rudy repeated as if there was a nasty taste in his mouth, "You know who needs to take your advice, right? My dad. He runs a fucking Bed and Breakfast, how is that stressful--"
"--It's a chain of them. A really popular chain. It's probably super hard--"
"Yes, well, that's not an excuse. The man spends his whole life hiding salt shakers and Tabasco bottles from me and he's at risk for diabetes."
"Diabetes is the one you get from too much sugar. Too much salt is high blood pressure. How are you a licensed emergency medical person." Kyung was smiling cheekily.
"You little shit," Rudy agreed, smirking back, "I know that, I'm just... frazzled.. shut up, stop smiling at me."
They slid off the bare bed and shrugged on their jacket hanging precariously on the wall shelf. "You talked to everyone you need to, right?"
Rudy nodded, carding both hands through his hair. "Yea. It's funny, everyone started pissed but when I say 'ey, my dad had a heart attack' they suddenly forgive me for bailing."
"As they should," Kyung-won agreed.Â
"I'd like to think it has less to do with my sick dad and more to do with my effervescent charm," Rudy said, toting a duffle and following  Kyung-won out of the room.
"Not everything is about you, Ru."
"No," he admitted, "but you have to admit the majority of things are."
Kyung-won shoved him and he stumbled inelegantly against the door frame. He fumbled out, then looked back-- That was possibly the last time this year that he'd walk over that threshold.
He got out his phone and lingered on a blank message screen for about the umpteenth time that evening thinking of Jude and a hundred stupid, hokey, cheesy reassurances that long-distance wasnât the end of the world like the movies made it seem. Of Max and Jason promising he would visit whenever he could come up for air. Of Jo, promising he wouldnât take off that friendship bracelet with the stupid plastic charms. Of Dani and Mason and Mallory and Alex and Vik and Bonnie and Nora and a hundred other friends he made in this town. Eventually though, he put his phone away again.Â
âMaybe reducing he amount of pyromaniacs in this country is your God given talent love, you canât mess with that. Or youâre officially grown up and I hope this doesnât mean you wonât get high with me any more because I will be significantly less proud.â
âI have to continue to get high with you to stay sane, darling, of course Iâll take a break from this strange pattern of adult-ing for you.â He laughed, shaking his head and watching her affectionately. âI am though, right? A grown-up? Fucking mental. Quick, tell me an exciting story. The most exciting thing I did recently is not get ticketed parking in a red zone. I need to live vicariously through you.â
Dae: Excuse yourself bruh! I also think about food and tv shows and what the fuck my siblings are up to and what to do with my free time and how to get out of that awkward "when are you gonna give me grandchildren" convo with my mom every time she brings it up.
Dae: I dont only think about sex, aiiigghhtt?? :P
Dae: I'm seeerrriiiiiiooouuussss
Rudy: clearly i dont give you enough credit, im sorry i apologize queen dae
Rudy: can i please meet your mom can we prank her will she faint if you tell her youre pregnant
Rudy: ill introduce you some day but don't be weird >:U
âThatâs completely stupid. Whatâs wrong if you wear pink to a bar? Pink is not a girl color animore, and since when do colors have an assigned sex? Itâs more than a good reason to bash someoneâs headâ.Â
âI know, thatâs what I said. Turns out the guy didnât want to fight me about it and he and his mates left-- Thatâs the version of the story my friend tells. Mine is so much cooler. Both end with me dying my hair pink for a month in protest though, that did happen.â
Jo: yes. i'm trying my best to come back as soon as possible but jas is there 24/7
Jo: thnx i am v wise and my logic is flawless. wait, what? when is that marathon? bc chances are i am not leaving home until i finish it tbh
Jo: you lil smurfs fighting fire with hulk look-alikes. i am visiting you at work soon i want to see that lmao
Jo: right? why would you be turned on by calling someone dad? YOU HAVE A DAD DON'T YOU THINK OF HIM WHEN YOU CALL SOMEONE ELSE DAD? but i remember once my friend had a dinner party at her house and her boyfriend and dad were here and she was like "pass the salt, daddy" and both of them reached out for the salt and i peed myself laughing
Jo: its kinda hot tho like yea ride him/her queen
Jo: i don't even like marshmallows. that's a lie. but i don't wanna be one i wanna set one on fire and eat it
Jo: it is, it relaxes me the same way sex relaxes people
Jo: and i made it worse jfc. can we stop calling masturbation djing? actually, i am getting used to it. dammit rud
Jo: how do u lose the winking emoji u idiot omg ily
Rudy: my poor baby. ill call him, get him some food of something but you dont need come back early??
Rudy: as a hospital frequent flier i can tell you that the semi-circle of adoring friends and family is super stressful. esp when youve pulled them out of something
Rudy: plus a reeves' would survive an atomic blast so i wouldnt be /too/ too worried
Rudy: LOL it starts monday, skips wednesday, then goes through til next monday I THINK dont quote me
Rudy: dont mock us OPENLY alright we might be firefighters but theres a heart somewhere in the uniform
Rudy: FFFFFUCK CHRIST OH MY GOD THAT DID NOT HAPPEN please tell me the dad kicked the boyfriend's ass
Rudy: im basically a marshmallow please dont cannablize me.
Rudy: cannibalize? canibelise? whatever you know what i mean
Rudy: you enjoy that vacay baby
Rudy: wenever i say DJ or see you scratch or am near a record player in your presence, you wont be able to resist laughing and you LOVE IT
Rudy: i know im so wait no i found it đ hahahaaaaaaa in ur face
Seeing Rudy look up at the sky, Vik couldnât contain her laughter and didnât bother making the attempt. She would have done the same, but she wasnât going to admit that.  âDonât tell me to shut up,â she scoffed, feigning offense.  âThat makes one of us, and I canât be alone in hot mess land. Donât leave me here alone, Ru.â  She laughed.  âI got you, donât worry.  You arenât drinking, so that is out of the question, but Iâm sure we can think of something.âÂ
Her laugh was so bubbly and bright. It was usually that way but it was even lighter now, and it made him so happy to hear it. Still, when she pulled his leg, he pulled hers right back. âYouâre good with the hitting but not with âshut upâ? Girlie, you are so weird.â He smiled and nodded, âIâm trying to find my way back but Iâm lost. My map got eaten by my demon cat, or something.â Rudy tilted his head a little bit. âIdeas? I mean I quit drinking, right? I didnât quit being rad.â
âHuh, Iâll probably start a fire someday then knowing me and my luck. Iâll call you when I do and you can lecture me, too. Besides the fire education, howâve you been?â
âIâll lecture you after I save your life. Or at the very least, save your curtains and towels,â he said loftily, crossing his legs, his left ankle draped over his right knee. âGood-- Great actually, I feel good, man. Iâm in line for a promotion, the boyfriendâs happy, my best friend is back in town-- things are weirdly awesome right now.â
âWell I knew that, but I didnât know people would let kids get near fireworks to begin with. Damn, really? I mean, I can totally see where kids can mess up⊠but shouldnât their parents be watching or something?â
âWell, yea probably, but who has time for that all the time? If the world had attentive parents and nannies, people wouldnât grow up so awful, and hospitals, fire stations, and law offices would be rendered obsolete.â
âMaybe?â Rudy said, grinning, unsure if Dallas was being genuine or sarcastic with that smirk on his face, âI definitely told them how fires are started and why they shouldnât, but hey, I might have inspired a couple of junior arsonists. Iâd never know.â
âThat sounds cool. The teaching kids part, I mean. Are you a firefighter? Why are you getting bored? Why would you want to make a bad life decision? They get boring after a while too, you know?â
âYouâre into that sort of thing are you,â He asked, though, it really wasnât much of a question. He kept smiling. âSurprisingly, I guess, so am I, but itâs totally recent-- Yea, Iâm a firefighter and a paramedic, which I guess, makes sense.â Rudy chuckled, âMan, you wouldnât say that if you went as crazy in college as I did.â
âFuck, I know, right?â He shook his head, mortified. âSend help before I turn into that slipper-wearing sunday-taxes-doing lawn-watering dad guy.â
Could have had something to do with the rig the boys busted up earlier this week. Did you hear, the technicians canât come fix her âtil Wednesday.
âI always got a little something-something. You should know this by now, bae. Iâm a prepared man.â he chuckled lightly as he pulled out a joint. âSee? I had a feeling weâd be smoking today so I made sure to bring it. I donât even know why you have booze if you donât drink. Doesnât that make you wanna drink?â
Rudy brought his hands together and grinned jovially, shaking his head at Jason. âExcellent, I think I have a lighter.â He rummaged around in his pocket for one. All he had were cigarettes and his phone so it stood to reason he had a lighter somewhere. âYouâre so smart, I could kiss you.â He beamed, âAh, no, I mean yea I see Elâs old Rose wine and crap, and want some but no itâs not like an overwhelming urge. Plus, Kyung-won still drinks. It wouldnât be fair if I annexed all the liquor in the house.â
