#;bradley

[wonderhevrts]

open starter || Bradley

open to: m, f connection: your muse’s car broke down in the middle of the road and called to the closest repair shop, which happened to be Bradley’s. 

Bradley was leaning over the car, checking what was wrogn under the hood. He hummed in thought. “Yeah, the cylinder is busted. You can either wait for a while for it to cool down and get back on the road, though it’s gonna do the same as now, at some point. I’ll take a look at what i have in the trunk, incase i could fix it right here. If not, i’d suggest we tow your car to my work shop and get it done.” He said and moved to his pickup truck, rummaging through the trunk, incase he’d have a cylinder with him. 

[hybridfuckups]

@sweetblccd​

        Bradley had always been the studious type, long before he wanted to become a Doctor and certainly well before he’d been changed to a creature of the night. Although, he had found avenues that allowed him to trek through the day, he still worked nights-- in the ER for the most part. But the reason he was stuck between the shelves of a bookstore was only partially medically oriented, Bradley had another patient, one of the supernatural type and something he was broadening his knowledge on. It was an odd case and although he was no where near as knowing in the species than he was others, say his own kind, Bradley was determined to solve this case.

         The trouble was, he couldn’t find information and either he was tired, despite his inability to sleep, or he was simply overlooking any books pertaining to the thing he wanted. Sighing in defeat he wandered the other shelves, looking for a worker or the front desk, finally coming upon what he sought Bradley flashed an almost apologetic smile at them, waving one hand before he spoke. “So sorry to bother you, could you help me?” He paused and glanced around, wondering if he’d have to go through another channel for the information he sought.

[elyasemsbarek]

So maybe this is the beer talking but, think about it. I mean, like, think about it. You, me, a big time World Cup betting game ... thing? You know, people can draw countries and bet on ... shit. Things, for the world cup. And we can count points, who bets best and ... do you know where I’m going with this? I mean, how eeeepic would that be?!

@bjamesjr

[professormarkov-blog]

Once again, Drake’s specialty was ‘Bad Life Choices’. But, as he glanced at Bradley, he figured she might enjoy this one. ‘Please don’t let her tell her father,’ he thought, sending a quick prayer to that god his grandmother believed in and he didn’t. When Tony Milligan was involved, anything was useful - even a prayer to a non-existent god. 

Drake didn’t typically mix his teaching career with his side business, but he had a feeling Bradley was going to find the ring somehow anyway. Might as well introduce her to the thing when he was there. 

The building was already filled with rowdy men and women, yelling and screaming at the people already in the ring. Drake knew one of them - Travis had told him the man was arrogant and an asshole. “Who isn’t in this business?” Drake had responded, but he knew what Travis meant. The guy spelled trouble and - if he got out of hand - it’d be up to Drake or Travis to knock him down several pegs.

He led Bradley over to the stairs. People rarely went up there - mainly because there was a large Samoan man guarding it. Drake nodded at Elijah, who unlocked the chain to let them up the stairs. “Best seats in the house,” Drake said to Bradley once they climbed the stairs. Travis was already waiting on the catwalk, near Drake’s office. He jerked his head and Drake nodded. “It seems I have business to attend to. Tell me how it ends,” he said to Bradley, before walking down the catwalk towards Travis.

@bradleymilligan

[weareviolencex]

---  "Are you sure you're okay? No. No, you're not. Get back in the house."

[dclusion]

+ aftcrlifc 

Bradley looked at the girl in front of him, his heart breaking in so many ways as many thoughts swirled around his head. He felt hopeless-- powerless, even. Of course he remembered all of the words they had said to each other in the time they were together, but ever since he saw his sisters with their friends, two of them being the same age as Heather, he couldn’t help but feel guilty because he was keeping her from doing the things every normal girl of that age would do. ‘’I love you, I love you so, so much.. but I cant-- we can’t do this anymore, Heather..’’ 

[weareviolencex]

—-   ”I hope you two are happy.”