Reckless & Relentless

Not to be rude, but we're all irrelevant. ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR || WILL BE NSFW || TRIGGERS WILL BE TAGGED

[lovealways-eden-blog]

“Of course I get this sick when I’m stuck inside.” Eden said as she plopped down onto the couch in the lobby. A few people were sitting around the fire, but she was already hot enough and was sure she had a fever. As she saw someone sitting on the couch across from her, she sighed. “You don’t happen to have any Advil, do you?” The brunette asked, putting the blanket that was sitting there over herself.

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot was trying to keep one of his beloved pets warm; sure, his quails could stand the cold for a couple of days (but just in case, he’d fastened a battery operated light over their cage), but Baphomet the Piebald Ball Python couldn’t survive without some form of heat to keep her warm. So, why not body heat? Harlot had her wrapped around his body beneath his jacket to keep her warm.

He looked up at the question, smiling softly. “Actually, I do.” He replied easily, fishing the bottle out of his pocket and handing it over.

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot was trying to keep one of his beloved pets warm; sure, his quails could stand the cold for a couple of days (but just in case, he’d fastened a battery operated light over their cage), but Baphomet the Piebald Ball Python couldn’t survive without some form of heat to keep her warm. So, why not body heat? Harlot had her wrapped around his body beneath his jacket to keep her warm.

He looked up at the question, smiling softly. “Actually, I do.” He replied easily, fishing the bottle out of his pocket and handing it over.

[kleo-winters]

Yes it’s true, I’m back.

[kleo-winters]

Kleo couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s so mean! I’m glad I don’t have friends like that, but then again you can’t really change Kleo that much either.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

“That’s how they show love.” Harlot snorted, grinning. “They’ll find a way, don’t worry about that.”

[damn-it-dom-hummel-deactivated2]

Tam was heading down to the fitness center, but paused a moment to acknowledge the lump on the bench. Chuckling, he remarked, “Jesus only helps if you share the booze, I think.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot slowly righted himself, leaning his head on his hand and raising an eyebrow at the stranger. He gave a lazy, somewhat cheeky grin. “He can have as much as ‘e wants, then.” He murmured, laughing softly. “I can jus’ buy more.”

[cursivebloodlines]

Dougie couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “Why do you sound surprised that someone wanted to punch me in the face?” He asked, before shrugging. “Kian. That teaches me to never go to a party ever again. Lesson learned!”

[selfdestrvcticn]

“Because you’re a marshmallow.” Harlot scoffed. “Nobody should want to punch you in the face unless you fuck their wife, okay?”

[cursivebloodlines]

As he felt a hand on his shoulder, Dougie jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to touch him even though he knew someone was sat next to him. Lifting his head up as he heard a familiar voice, he smiled when he realised it was Harlot. “Sorry about that,” he apologised once more, for going on a bit. For someone who felt drained, he was pretty sure he could drain everyone else with how he talked too much.

“Sounds like you had more fun than I did. Oh – and you’re not dumb or old either,” Dougie laughed dryly, rubbing the side of his face and shrugged. “Got punched in the face. But I’m guessing that’s because I couldn’t keep my gob shut.  Then other’s got involved and suddenly there was more punching with other people. Honestly, when I got the punch, I didn’t really comprehend what else was going on. I probably looked like a right muppet. Or, well, more so than usual.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot listened easily, smiling. He folded his hands in his lap, raising an eyebrow. “Now, who would want to punch you in the face?” He replied simply, sitting up again and crossing his arms.

[kleo-winters]

Yes it’s true, I’m back.

[kleo-winters]

“Don’t say that! It’s a lovely name, very unique. It suits you. Actually wait no, that sounds bad. You are in no way a harlot, I did not mean that.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot raised an eyebrow, laughing. “It’s fine, really. I had a friend who just called me ‘whore’ and said ‘what? it’s your name’ when I yelled at him.”

[ericreedwill-blog]

Eric had crouched from furniture to furniture hoping that she’d appear. Seconds within ‘adopting’ her, he’d already got her lost. What a great pet owner he was turning out to be. “Here…kitty….kitty?” When had this call ever worked on any cat? He was resorting to cliches. Sighing, Eric got back up in time to hear a someone yelling from down the hall. Sounded like he was dealing with a rat. 

Maybe his cat was trying to chase it? You furry little shit. Oh, fuck.

Eric charged down the hall and to the man’s door, calling inside he asked. “You got a cat in here?” Trying to be polite and stay out of the man’s home because god knows how strange and rude it would be of him to just step inside, Eric stretched his neck to try and see if he could find it. Low and behold, there she was trying her best to get near the cage. “Oh, girl, what are you doing?” He didn’t care so much about pleasantries, and simply stepped inside. Making sure not to step or trip on any of the items on the floor, he swooped her up into his arms.

[selfdestrvcticn]

“Yes, I have a cat in here, and it’s trying to eat my birds!” He hissed, and if he had fur, it’d be bristling. He stepped aside without much of a thought to let Eric get the furry little bastard, grumbling at the cat. “She’s a little asshole.”

[kleo-winters]

Yes it’s true, I’m back.

[kleo-winters]

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Harlot, interesting name you’ve got there.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

“Honestly, blame my mum. Welcome to Dublin, nobody thinks before they stick their sprog with a name they might regret.”

[kleo-winters]

Yes it’s true, I’m back.

[kleo-winters]

“I’m Kleo Winters and you are?”

Originally posted by finnickodaier

[selfdestrvcticn]

“Harlot Ashling. Nice to meet you.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

“Oh, oh yes, welcome back! Who are you?”

[kleo-winters]

Yes it’s true, I’m back.

Now don’t all rush forward at once, there’s plenty of me to go around.

[selfdestrvcticn]

“Oh, oh yes, welcome back! Who are you?”

[brightonstrauchman-blog]

Brighton reached out for the plate and gave a smile to the boy as she took it. “Thank you for this and having me over to basically just lounge around and drink your beer.” She chuckled before sitting up a little more. “So are there any hidden spots in Denver I should know about? You seem like right right person to ask.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot paused as he thought, carefully plopping down on the couch with a grin. “Oh, no problem. I love sharing my beer.” He laughed, tilting his head. “I mostly know abandoned places to chill out in and get high when I’m bored of getting high at home.” He grinned.

[cursivebloodlines]

Dougie was a mess; anyone with a brain could have figured that one out. This week in particular had been tough to say the least, but that party was the icing on the cake. And he still blamed himself for it, when it probably wasn’t his fault, and now he didn’t want to show his face to the rest of the world. With dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep; bruising from where Kian’s fist collided with his jaw; his jumper turned inside out and some of the paint from last night remained present across his cheeks, though a bit faded, it was a miracle that Dougie made it down the stairs without tripping, giving the fact that he was typically accident prone. Walking to the doors of the building, he desperately hoped that nobody saw him. All he wanted to do was stand outside for five minutes, have a breath of fresh air, let the cool breeze hit him and then go back inside where he can crawl under his blankets for the rest of the day. He was just glad it was his day off.

He sat himself down on the bench located not too far away from the complex. Dougie sat there, rubbing his eyes like his exhaustion could be wiped away just like that. A sigh escaped him as he felt the presence of someone else sit next to him. And before they could say anything and before he even looked to see who they were, he started his usual rambling.

“Look. If you’re here to strike up a conversation about shitting tires – sorry, but please don’t. If I knocked into you last night, I’m sorry. If you saw anything at all, that included me from last night, I’m sorry. If you got punched by someone as a result of whatever the hell happened last night, I’m sorry. If you got hurt last night, I’m sorry. If I pissed you off last night I’m sorry. I am sorry. Or, you know, if you weren’t even there at all and you just had to listen to this, I’m sorry.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot was extremely confused. He hadn’t gone to the party; he’d planned on it, but his Skype had blown up with calls from sweet home Ireland, and that was definitely more important than a party to him.

He also knew nothing about what happened at that party he’d heard so much about beforehand. He raised an eyebrow at Dougie as he sat down gently to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Dude, chill.” He murmured. “I wasn’t even there, I don’t even know what happened. I stayed home and got high while I yapped at hometown friends on Skype. Wanna tell dumb old me what happened?”

[ericreedwill-blog]

Alright. So there was a cat near the apartment, and Eric always wanting a cat (dog, hamster, any pet one could think of) decided to bring this sweet, street cat he had seen around and even fed a few times into his home. At first, the cat had put up no fuss, happy to be out of the cold and in the man’s arms. However, as he approached the elevator, the cat had started to struggle. And, well, there she went.

Eric had been looking all around the first floor for her but it seemed like she had all but vanished! Crouching down, Eric checked under the couch for the third time. “Pss, pss, pss,” He honestly didn’t know what noise he was making. He thought it was close to a cat noise. “C’mon you couldn’t have gotten too far, little guy…”

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot, on the other hand, was trying to get the cat out of his apartment. He had two beloved little quails, safely secured in a cage thank god; he really didn’t want this cat getting to them. “Come on, you, get out!” Harlot whined, his door hanging open as he tried to track down the feline and kick it out of his messy little home. “You ain’t welcome here, you furry little shit!”

Harlot didn’t like cats. He never really liked cats. But he especially didn’t like cats that ran past his feet and tried to eat Bonnie and Clyde the button quails.

[vinnykurily-deactivated20210415]

“Oh okay! I get it now. Yeah you don’t wanna burn someone’s ass off.” Vinny said and bursted out in laughter. Of course his mind had went to the gutter immediately but thinking about it was worse to get a laser in your butt than an actual stick. “I really need help, my dick is taking over my brain.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

“Oh my god.” Harlot whispered, laughing. “Even my head ain’t that dirty. My god, dude.”

[brightonstrauchman-blog]

“You should be careful with that though. If someone finds out about that, you’re going to be such an easy target to be hurt out on the streets or whatever. God forbid if something like that were to happen.”

[selfdestrvcticn]

Harlot shrugged, smiling lazily. “I have brass knuckles on my jacket for a reason, and I’m a big guy anyway. People’d be stupid to mug me.” He replied, laughing as he brought a plate with a couple slices of pizza out for Brighton, holding one for himself.