#noir-york

[tiimeispower]

@noir-york

Jack looked around him, taking in the familiar sights and smells of New York City. He started walking forward, not realizing that he was going to bump into somebody. “Oh, shit,” he muttered as he swerved around the man. “Almost hit you there. Sorry!”

[ireofembers-blog]

Time is Running Out

@noir-york

Demonstrations were the easiest means of showcasing his expertise. Or, rather, it was the more effective means as compared to walking potential clients through the technical jargon of his schematics. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t a complete pain in the ass to arrange them: ammunition from his personal reserves to be consumed throughout live-fire exercises, small-time purchases of targets that varied in price depending on the materials he decided on, valuable hours of his time wasted on securing a proper site in the wastelands. But the worst of it? No guarantee that the investment of his resources would turn out a client worth the financial trouble. But it could be worse. He could be chicken shit at his work. 

From its wire mesh carrier the blinded mole rat hissed in audible protest as it jostled from side-to-side. He muttered at the foul, naked creature, “Calm down. You’re going to be dead in another fifteen minutes at it is.” It chittered its large teeth in agitated response, but a pitched screech as soon replaced the sound as Rithisak dropped the carrier at his feet. Not a minute too soon either it seemed as the quiet shuffle of footsteps across dried earth registered. With a calm glance to the almost unfamiliar face that approached the impromptu shooting range he affirmed his suspicions. “Good timing, Payne. I just finished with the last of prep.” 

Max Payne. It wasn’t a name that meant shit to Rithisak, and for that he’d come prepared with a simple baseball grenade. Given the unscrupulous sort that flocked to his particular line of work, it paid to showcase the fact that despite appearances he was as unstable as the most deranged of them. To cause a peep of trouble for the merchant meant a fatal consequence for each of the involved parties -- himself included. Max hadn’t given him a reason to hint at as much, but then their initial meeting had been far removed from the isolated wasteland. “Decided yet which of these you’re looking to see in action?” With a nod of the head he directed his attention to the three rifles -- basic models, minimal modifications -- he’d brought in on the brahmin steer. 

[jedicollins]

[[ 📲 for a TEXT.

Last message meme

[text, 1:52AM] Max, wish me luck Going in now. Hope this works. Thank you. for everything. and I’m sorry. 

[jedicollins]

[[ 020. What are their hobbies? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw?

100 Random Character Development Questions

020. What are their hobbies?

Jedi’s hobbies are mostly to read and drawing. But,she prefers reading. To her, it’s an escape from reality, to forget what herlife is actually like and just let herself be transported to a completelydifferent world. And she owns a shit ton of books. So there’s always plenty forher to read. 

025. What do they considerbeautiful in others personality-wise

There are a lot of things she findsbeautiful when it comes to personalities. One of her favorites however, is whenpeople aren’t afraid to show emotion. Whether it’s male or female, whether they’rehappy or crying or angry. She loves expressive people. But that has its limits.If someone is being unfair or unjust, that’s something she hates. Other thanthat, it’s the standard things.

052. What is your character’s worstflaw?

Her temper/fight me attitude. She’sa kind woman, but she’s very easily angered sometimes. Depending on the situationof course. But when she does get angry, she’s got a terrible ‘fight me’attitude. Even if she’s only 5’2 in height and weighs about as much as a bag ofsugar, she’s quick to fight someone. Either verbally or physically. Which...often doesn’t really work in her favor, but she still will fight someone.

[jedicollins]

[[ 🎂- When's your birthday? 🎮- Favorite video game(s)? ⚜- What is the most precious thing you own?

When’s your birthday:

December 7th!

Favorite game:

Oh god,this is a really hard one; there’s so many to choose from? I love anything byNaughty Dog, Remedy Entertainment; World of Warcraft is on there too. The TombRaider franchise, old and new. Currently I’m obsessed with Detroit: BecomeHuman. There’s just too many!

What’s the most precious thing you own?

Oh geez…this is a hard one… the first thing that comes to mind is something one of myclosest ‘real life’ (which sounds weird… but she’s only a few towns over fromme so you catch my drift, right?) friends gave me a few years back. It’s this transparentcrystal and in the back of it is the head of a wolf carved into it. It’sspecial to me because I only mentioned to her once that I love Wolves inpassing. And then to have her give me that as a birthday present meant to methat people actually do pay attention to things I say. Because mostly in myfamily whenever I start talking, someone steam rollers over me. Leading to alot of self-esteem issues. And wondering whether people actually care about me.

[cool-it-carolina-blog]

First Meeting: Carolina and York

She had only entered the force a few months before, but she was already headed toward being the best. Of course she was, Carolina had to be the best, and nothing could distract her from that goal. But that day, a day that had started so normally with her sitting at her desk and finishing off some paperwork, he walked in.

Carolina glanced at him wearily. She did not normally trust new guys. They teased and flirted with her and treated her as if she couldn't knock out their teeth with one hit. But this man he seemed different. When caught her eye while asking an assistant about a job, he wasn't condescending or leering. He didn't question what a 'doll like her was doing in such a place', he just smiled.

And maybe she could have turned him away. Maybe she could have told him that she didn't need a new partner, that all positions were filled at the moment, but she couldn't. It was his smile, Carolina decided. He made her.... curious.

Yes, he was rather, well, handsome; looking very dapper in his slightly wrinkled suit. But she couldn't stop looking at his eye, wondering how someone who had been so injured could be so easy going. How some one who had been hurt could still smile like that.

It was ridiculous, she had only just met him, only just seen him not even forty three seconds ago, but something made her walk up, hold out her hand and ask, "Is there anything I can help you with?"