rotten soldier.

shakti bajwa or baj. he/him. 32. security.

[shaktea]

let's meet shakti bajwa

⌈  dev patel,  he/him,  male  ⌋  have  you  seen  SHAKTI BAJWA  walking  around  recently  ??  you  know,  the  THIRTY-TWO  year  old  SECURITY  ??  i  have  a  question  i  wanted  to  ask  but  i  haven't  seen  BAJ  around.  have  you  noticed  they  tend  to  be  TENSE  and  EXPEDIENT  ??  but  i  guess  they  make  up  for  it  by  being  GALLANT  and  CLEVER.  i've  heard  they're  often  found  WOODWORKING & LEATHER TANNING.  anyways,  if  you  see  them  let  them  know  to  come  find  me.  

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[shaktea]

open starter | feel free to assume any light connections/message for plotting location: somewhere near the walls that border jericho, @ night

Maybe it was some light masochism that implored Shakti to always volunteer to work security's night shift, or at least that's what it felt like with the cold cutting into his bones like a million tiny knife points. Some nights the cold wasn't that bad-- usually the nights he spent in the wood shop, blood set to boil with how hard he tended to work in there-- but tonight, with this pattern of pacing and climbing/descending the walls for routine checks; the wind was a cruel and viperous thing. Some three or four hours into his shift, Shakti's expectedly-high nerves calmed a little bit, as lights and bonfires all over Jericho visibly began to fade, indicating that most people had turned in for the night. This meant that his job would be a little easier until morning. However, given his slightly-calmer disposition, it meant that he was only that much more panicked to hear the snow crunching beneath someone's feet not far from where he stood. He immediately turned towards the noise, reaching for his flashlight, and attempting to turn it on. A few calculated slams of his palm against the base of it, and it finally flickered to life, shedding adequate light over the nightwalker. Immediately, Shakti exhales a sigh of relief, laughing internally at himself for thinking that it would be an iceberg. The likeliness of it was surely nothing to worry about on an otherwise ordinary night. "I can't imagine you're just out for a leisurely walk in the dark," he says with a wry expectedness in his cold-fractured voice. "What are you doing out here this late? It's gotta be negative 60 with this wind chill."

[thejackalhasarrived]

DEV PATEL in THE GREEN KNIGHT (2021)

[willowgrovesrp]

shaktea​:

& closed starter. for @willowgrovesrp location: the tannery bc our boi is a certified yak murderer <3

“Whoa, whoa, Willow, slow down,” Shakti puts his hands out towards his friend, palms facing the earth, his face twisted in great concern as he takes in the panic on his dear friend’s face. He’d been found in the midst of working on a yak hide, and had quickly forgotten about it when Willow arrived– normally, he would carry on a conversation without ever looking up from his work, but the strain of urgency in her voice was quick to yank him from his task. “Well, it’s a city surrounded by walls, Will, I’m sure he hasn’t gone too far,” Shakti offered a meek smile beneath his unkempt beard, tentatively landing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Come on, lets go, we’re only an hour from sunset. I’m sure we can find him in no time.” With that, he moved his hand between Willow’s shoulder blades and gently led her out of the tannery, and towards the sharper edges of the city, where the older kids tended to wander off to, in search of mischief. Truthfully, Shakti was more worried than his steady voice let on. He had always had a penchant for hiding his true emotions, sure, but he was purposeful in not steeping Willow’s own panic. He knew that she loved her boys more than anything in this frostbitten world, and the least he could do, as her friend, would be to allow her the grace of hope. Besides, everyone knew everyone in Jericho, right? Surely someone in their right mind would have spotted Willow’s son by now, and be escorting him back to his mother’s arms in no time. “When was the last time you saw him, Will?”

She was a stress crier, an anger crier, even a happy crier. Any overwhelming emotion and the tears began to run down her cheeks. It was frustrating but usually she was able to get them under control quickly. This time, the tears were freezing to her skin as they continued to spill and there was no sign of it ending. The four bedroom home they took over was usually full of noise. Yelling, playing, even making noise while sleeping somehow. It was a level of background noise that she grew to expect whenever they were all home. But the house had been much quieter than it should have been when she returned home after a quick trip back to the lumberyard for something she forgot. Maybe it was something in the air of her dark house that caused the hair to stand up on the back of her neck. Twenty minutes later, August was sleepy-eyed and already falling asleep on their neighbor’s couch after she employed him to search the entire house for his brother. Rowan was gone. 

Automatically, her feet took her to Shakti. He knew the entire compound, knew the kids, and always projected a sense of calm. Plus, and maybe most importantly, she knew where he would be. Using the back of her gloves to wipe her face, Willow nodded. She needed a clear head. “Not that long ago, maybe an hour. I had to walk back to get my notepad because I’m trying to study some new techniques and then Harley sidetracked me and when I got back, he was gone. Rowan didn’t say anything to August, he just left out the back door.” 

[shaktea]

Situations like this were why Shakti and Willow made such grand friends; she was prone to panic, and he was too jaded to panic. However, he wasn't going to let his surfeited disposition sully him in the eyes of someone as pure as Willow. They'd met long ago, bonding over woodwork and carpentry, and Shakti had been saving half of his premium wood collections for her ever since. "Okay, that's good! He wouldn't be leaving for long without saying goodbye to Auggie, you know that. He-he's just a kid, Wills, he's probably just snuck out to meet up with some friends or a girl or something." Shakti scrubs the wood stain from his dry hands with an old tee-shirt-rag, and pulls his extra coat and beanie on as he leads her towards the exit. "We should peak at the forest line for bonfires, and-and do you know of any new friends he's been hanging out lately? We could check their houses, or with their guardians." Baj's mind races as he tries to think about where he might be if he were a kid looking for some mischief, and tries to think about everything he can remember of Rowan, a kid who, in all the time that Shakti had known him, had never seemed like the type to sneak out, letalone at night. He tried not to let these thoughts spur his own anxiety, and he certainly wasn't going to bring them up to Willow-- he couldn't let her think that it was someone else who might've actually taken her son. The world was dangerous enough, it made Jericho seem like a children's book, where the most dangerous thing was a far off monster that few of them ever really came face to face with.

[shaktea]

& closed starter. for @willowgrovesrp location: the tannery bc our boi is a certified yak murderer <3

"Whoa, whoa, Willow, slow down," Shakti puts his hands out towards his friend, palms facing the earth, his face twisted in great concern as he takes in the panic on his dear friend's face. He'd been found in the midst of working on a yak hide, and had quickly forgotten about it when Willow arrived-- normally, he would carry on a conversation without ever looking up from his work, but the strain of urgency in her voice was quick to yank him from his task. "Well, it's a city surrounded by walls, Will, I'm sure he hasn't gone too far," Shakti offered a meek smile beneath his unkempt beard, tentatively landing a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Come on, lets go, we're only an hour from sunset. I'm sure we can find him in no time." With that, he moved his hand between Willow's shoulder blades and gently led her out of the tannery, and towards the sharper edges of the city, where the older kids tended to wander off to, in search of mischief. Truthfully, Shakti was more worried than his steady voice let on. He had always had a penchant for hiding his true emotions, sure, but he was purposeful in not steeping Willow's own panic. He knew that she loved her boys more than anything in this frostbitten world, and the least he could do, as her friend, would be to allow her the grace of hope. Besides, everyone knew everyone in Jericho, right? Surely someone in their right mind would have spotted Willow's son by now, and be escorting him back to his mother's arms in no time. "When was the last time you saw him, Will?"

[videoclubs]

THE GREEN KNIGHT dir. David Lowery

[rob-pattinson]

DEV PATEL “The Green Knight” | 2021, dir. David Lowery