#charliehightower

[stephenarch]

     “Don’t know if you’d recognize me with a beard, but I could’ve sworn you were in my my senior creative writing elective a couple of years ago?”

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[itsthefallenone]

charlie-hightower Did you actually make a tag/verse for Cass?

[abundleoffreaks]

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          {E} —— “You’re really good at this…”

[abundleoffreaks]

Looking for Home || {charlie-hightower}

          {E} —— Elijah couldn't help himself; when he heard that Charlie was going off in search of a new apartment, he had to jump at the chance. Of course, he could have easily just accepted it and let Nicholas come along. But that wouldn't be any fun.                 In all honesty, he was a bit sour about not getting their date, though. And it was safe to say that his hatred for Charlie grew because of that, specifically, among everything else that had happened the day before. He figured he'd keep that to himself, though.                 It wasn't hard talking Nicholas out of going, and pretty soon he had it where it was just he and Charlie going. Which was perfectly fine with him. He grinned, tying his shoes as he called out, "Ready, darling?" 

[smellslikenapalminthemorni-blog1]

Relationships page is updated and I like how it looks so far.

If yer not on there its not because I don't feel we've rped enough to have a relationship that warrants adding to that page.  Don't fret though, I'm sure with time and Rping you will gain ground and soon be added to my page!

yourmanonthebridge charlie-hightower, agentaislinnoconner cacophonymusings 

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The streets arn't paved in gold. (Closed Rp) Charlie-hightower

It had been another long night, and he was exhausted.  His side ached horribly from where his last trick had shoved him out of the car after the blow job he'd given him.  With no pay, he groaned with a sigh and continued his way down the street.  He was alright though 350 dollars in his pocket, he'd survive for tonight hell maybe even get a hotel room.  That is if Keever, the guy who ran this area didn't take everything when he checked in.  Then again he could lie and say he only made half of what was in his pocket.   He sighed either way he had 4 blocks to make that decision in, hell he'd give up a quarter of the money for some serious pain killers.  He did know a guy on 11th who sold the hard shit.   He could probably buy a pill or two.  With out even noticing his feet were taking him towards 11th and he didn't even try to talk himself out of it. 

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[yesmrgunnar-blog]

The Wounded Animal || Closed

   The streets were dimly lit as Bjorn made his way out the back entrance to one of the insignificant small businesses he owned. Nights were his preferred time of day to spend outdoors. Not that he needed shadows to hide his identity. A handful of people knew his true name, or had seen the face of "Frankie" Gunnar and lived. The streets of New York City were his playground. Self assured confidence oozed from his pores as he made his was to the SUV his team had kept running while he went alone in the building. Having body guards, was always inconvenient. He talked his way in traveling alone as often as possible.

He had only been there to grab paperwork for real career: running the families underground black market trade. It was a small folder that he had found immediately, so he was only in the building a total of two minutes at the most. But it seems that's all it took for his team to get wiped out. When Bjorn had turned the corner to greet his employees, he froze. Truly, he felt untouchable. Seeing their dead bodies spread across the ground was a complete shock and it took a lot surprise Mr Gunnar.

That brief moment of hesitation, and Bjorn was on the ground. Somebody had attacked him from behind. It felt like it was more than one person kicking him. One of the first blows was to his face so he couldn't see. It all happened so quickly. Bjorn couldn't even groan through the pain. He lay there until holding on to consciousness was more than he could bare and gave in to warm sleep that washed over him.

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The Bodyguard || {charlie-hightower}

"So, I've been hired as your bodyguard." He said in a stern voice and crossed his arms across his chest, keeping his dog by his side. "Name's Luca and this is Coyote." His eyes quickly went to the huskamute before returning to the female. "Now, anything I need to know? Anyone that could potentially be a threat to you?"