WHEN&WHERE: 11:11pm, Some dive bar -ish pub thatโs not One Manโs Trash because Boone doesnโt want to get jumped.ย
WHO: Open to all!
He was in a pub, sipping on a brewski, scrolling through his phone becoming a victim to the void.ย This was how Boone Hannigan unwound after a day of hard work.
After a job was completed, the man often found himself too full of adrenaline just to go home. He needed something to take the edge off, a beer usually did the trick. If one didnโt then he tried a second. Then a third. Fourth. Fifth. So on and so forth. Sometimes, when he found himself in an establishment like this one, heโd be chatty. Despite the neck tattoo, Boone could be a friendly guy and strike up a conversation with anyone whoโd bite. Sometimes, it was an old barfly, theyโd shoot the shit and Boone would wonder if he was getting a glimpse into his future. Other times, it would be a pretty, little thing and Boone would wonder something similar.ย
However, tonight was not one of those nights.
Boone was not looking to make friends of any kind. All he wanted was to sit at the bar, drink his beers, like a couple thirst traps on Instagram, chain smoke half a pack and then go the fuck home.
Just as easy as Boone could make a friend, he could make an enemy. When the empty seat beside him was claimed with eager hands, when the stool squeaked as it was being dragged away, Booneโs head shifted towards them. He barely looked at the fellow patron, in fact, he didnโt at all. His eyes were still glued to his phone, his fingers double tapping the screen, and a heart appearedย in between a pair of tits.ย
Even so, Boone couldnโt help but be an asshole.ย
โYo,โ he began,ย โYouโre not gonna ask if its taken?โ
Even with the hand gone, Eilidh was still too scared to make a peep. Breath racing but quiet, hell, she even fought to make sure it was. So careful not to give him any reason to hurt her. Not when the gun still pressed against her back stopped her from thinking of anything but what he could do with it. Hurt her, end her life, end her career. The thoughts only got worse. She wasnโt going to make any sound unless he invited it, wasnโt going to do anything that would make this end badly, even if she hadnโt the slightest clue why he was here.
Even as he rooted around in her pockets and eventually pulled out her phone, nothing clicked. She could barely get her head around what was happening. Let alone put her thoughts together to try and assemble a why. The gun no longer pressed against her brought some relief, but with eyes wide the entire time she saw it, her fear was obvious.
And sheโs ready for his instructions. Ready to carry them out to the letter if she could, though her jaw does go a little slack, eyes wider still as he lays out just what he wants from her. Andrรฉs? How did anyone even know about the pair of them, even with the friends sheโs dropped hintโs with sheโd mentioned his name only to a very select few. And to think sheโd actually be able to do this? Months of texts hadnโt gotten her anywhere, what was going to be different now? Oh god she was going to let the guy with the gun down and she was going to get hurt and it was all going to be because she couldnโt get the guy she was trying to get to text her back to actually do it. Life was a cruel fucking joke.
โI donโt know if I canโ She eventually managed after he had shoved the phone into her hands. Voice tiny and terrified and tears already in her eyes. Hands trembling as she unlocked her phone and tapped into her texts. โI wonโt panic him! I wonโt, I promise! I justโโ The tears were truly falling here, even as she kept trying to type out a message to pull off the impossible. โHe hasnโt answered any of my texts in months, I even sent photos โ and they were great fucking photos โ and nothingโ But she was still trying here, a desperate act really, a text that would never work. Written and sent off now.
โHeโs no my boyfriendโ She hits back, almost instinctively, as they hand the phone back over having now sent the text and move to dry their eyes. That seemed the safest way to do it even though he hadnโt like asked for it or anything. An easy way to show she was cooperating. To not get hurt. She didnโt want to get hurt. Already following his directions and heading for the couch, taking a seat and making sure her hands were directly visible the entire time, no sudden moves either. That was how these things worked, right? โHeโs just some guy I shagged every so often, he was well good at what I needed him to be. Thatโs all that matteredโ
โUhhโฆโ It took Eilidh a quick second to remember which cupboard sheโd need to direct him too. โThereโs a bottle of Jack Danielโs and some other American shite too in the cupboard under the sinkโ Wincing a little as the words she said hit her after, that might not have been the best choice of words. โBut Iโve got the good stuff, the stuff from home-โ Pointing to herself to make her point. โIโve got that in the cupboard above itโ
When the excuses start flowing, heโs almost disappointed. Thatโs not what shows, no, instead his baby blues glared into hers. Unamused. Unforgiving. He didnโt ask for a sob story, frankly, he didnโt give a shit about one either. His instructions were simple. Get Andres Majano to this goddamn apartment or lose your life.
Meh. Who knows what extreme Boone was willing to go tonight. He might settle for a pair of kneecaps.
Before he can open his mouth to explain to her just how much he did not give a shit about her loversโ quarrels, Eilidh began drafting the text. Great, thatโs all he asked for. Then came the waterworks. He could have done without it all, but thatโs how these things went sometimes. You start waving a gun around and then everyone gets a little weepy.
โTry shagging men who reply to your texts. See where that gets you,โ Boone replied, very nonchalantly considering the circumstance. โTry a real man, you know, not the kind who runs away the second shit gets real.โ He squinted his eyes some. โCause thatโs what happened, ainโt it? All of sudden, it wasnโt just fucking anymore, was it?โ
Boone was able to find the stuff from home and pulled a glass for only himself, he was all out of kindness for the evening. He didnโt need her liquored up, then fired up, so heโs drinking alone tonight. He looked at the time on her phone. โAlrighty, Eilidh,โ Boone began after a swig from the glass. โLoverboyโs got an hour.โ One way or another, Andres Majano would be paying tonight. Booneโs accepted forms of payment was cash, check, or Eilidihโs knees
Meeting Boone had been entirely by accident. Sheโd gone to try to find Lilli, to see why her best friend hadnโt been responding to her, only to be met with no response at her friendโs flat, but then Boone had shown up, and heโd been kind and lovely, and clearly so different from most everyone she knew (and not only because he was an American), and admittedly sheโd been charmed from the very start.
Even if they only saw one another in her flat at nighttime. Even if a number of her texts to him often went unanswered. Heโd still show up, and there was something sort of thrilling about the fact that she couldnโt always predict when that would happen.
Last night, when heโd come by, sheโd asked if he could stay - just so she could have someone there - and Lydia had been more that a bit pleased when heโd agreed to it. She knew that it was always a long shot for her to ask, and so usually she wouldnโt, but she was glad that she had last night.
Shifting around in the bed, she blinked open her eyes just in time to hear Booneโs question. She grinned, pushing herself up against the pillows on her bed.ย โI am.โ Lydia offered him a small smile.ย โThough just barely.โย She scrunched up her nose,ย โand Iโd ask the same of you but given that you were the first to ask, I think my answerโs right there.โ
She moved closer to him, sheets still wrapped around her body, and ran her fingers along his jawline.ย โWere you going to sneak off without saying goodbye?โ
They werenโt anything, yet, Lydia wasnโt nothing to him either.
A sheepish grin spread across his lips, as Boone dropped his head lowly at her accusation. What a shit thing to do to someone, especially to someone as kind and asย sweet as Lydia. Boone was no saint, heโd done that to girls time and time before. But leaving her without a goodbye never crossed his mind. Leaving, in general, had yet to cross his mind this morning. His blue eyes hung into hers as he shook his head. โDonโt think you can get rid of me that easy,โ Boone mused playfully as he leaned in close, but their lips didnโt touch.
There had been plenty of girls since Achara, but no girlfriends.ย After that nearly decade long shit storm, heโd sworn off love forever. All this time, Boone had stood by that decision, he hadnโt been in love since. That didnโt mean the man couldnโt dip his toes in a little, did it? It didnโt mean, he couldnโt pretend some, right?
And there was no one he loved to pretend with more than Lydia.
Boone picked himself up off the bed and started to throw on his jeans. โIโm gonna go smoke,โ he told her. It was his morning ritual. After he threw on his shirt from the night before, he turned to her. โYou hungry?โ Boone asked, โWhy donโt you get dressed? Iโll take you to breakfast after my smoke.โ
On any given Tuesday night, at this hour, most people would be safe at home, sound asleep, or at least, close to it. But Boone Hannigan wasnโt most people. Neither was Zadie Lewis-Raynot.
He hadnโt been outside of her apartment long, however, he only decided now to call. Who knew when Boone decided to drop by her home this evening. The man was an improviser, he didnโt plan, he acted. Somewhere between the time his feet hit the pavement and him showing up at her building, Boone decided that Zadie was just the person he needed to speak with tonight. It dawned on him once he got there, Zadie could be anywhere in the world right now. Literally. What made him think heโd be so lucky to catch her at home?
They had history, one which was still being written. Who was she to him? A familiar face? A fun fuck? She wasn't a friend, was she? Labels did him very little, he avoided them for the most part. What Boone did know is, he found things in Zadie that he found in most of the women around him. Beauty. Entertainment. Use. Still, she stuck around longer than most. Perhaps, because Zadie had that secret fourth thing Boone never realized he was looking for. Zadie was his opposite, she was everything he wasnโt. Rich, educated, poised. A man with humble beginnings like Boone was easily mesmerized by a woman like Zadie.
And he was.
It was late, but he wasn't there to hook up. For once in his life, Boone just wanted to talk tonight. However, being a simple man, if the opportunity presented itself tonight, who was he to deny it?
Still outside of her building, he put the phone to his ear. It rang. Hopefully, she was home and not across town, wasted at some bougie ass club. Or worse, somewhere across the world. No, Boone prayed she was home, just waiting for his call.
ย ย ย ย ย Evie sat with both hands wrapped around the steaming cup of raspberry zinger, watching the tea infuse with the hot water creating a pink haze. As Evie had such a sweet tooth and obsession with tea a fruit-flavoured tea like the raspberry zinger was her favourite go-to, although it might not be to everyoneโs taste. Her eyes looked up briefly for a moment and as the tea room was starting to crowd and become busier than normal, she saw someone looking around for a place to sit. She bit the inside of her cheek nervously for a moment before deciding to speak up.
ย ย ย ย ย โThis seat is free if youโd like it.โ Evie offered politely as he gestured a hand to the seat at the opposite side of the table. Busy places and crowds did make her feel uncomfortable sometimes, but she would have felt bad if she didnโt offer.
This wasnโt his usual scene. He much preferred the atmosphere of sketchy dive bars, rather than a peaceful tea room. But he was not there for himself, no, Boone was there for her.
They were cut from completely different cloths. If she was cut from silk, Boone was cut from a fucking beach towel. Plus, she was a Liddell for Christ sake. Boone loved the family he worked for with, he couldnโt help but noticed Evie wasnโt tainted like the rest of them. Somehow, she got out unscathed. Maybe, thatโs why he was so intrigued by her. Both a Liddell, and an innocent, who thought there could have ever be such a thing?
Evie was a friend. Only a friend. Only ever a friend. Which is rare for the man, he had habit of mixing fucking with his female friendships and it never worked out in his favor. Yet, Evie did have that one annoying quality that her entire family seemed to have. Untouchable.
Thatโs what the two were. Friends. Though most of the time, Boone felt like a glorified guard dog. But hey, maybe thatโs because he liked protecting things. Maybe he liked protecting Evie.
No, this was not his usual scene, and it showed. The gruff man with the eagle neck tattoo did not blend in at the tea room, perhaps thatโs why he looked so grumpy. Boone clicked his tongue instead of saying hello, then took the seat next to her. With an annoyed glimmer in his eye, Boone stared at her drink.
EIlidh was a creature of habit, in as much as she didnโt have any good ones, really. Certainly not much of a daily routine, coming and going at all hours of the day. An early start was the most constant part, up bright and early for training, but what time she made it home? That was always up in the air. Tonight sheโd been kept out by plans with some of her teammates, coffee plans sheโd quickly turned into a few drinks at the pub. She wasnโt drunk or anything. Nothing that far. Just a nice healthy buzz was all. She was walking steady and everything!
But what she wasnโt exactly was that aware of her surroundings. Not that she was that at the best of times, though. Eilidh didnโt notice someone hanging around as they walked up their front path. Didnโt notice him slip in before the door was shut fully. Didnโt notice him on the stairs, a bit behind her. She didnโt have the slightest clue anyone else was there. Not till there was a hand slipped over their mouth and something pressed against her back. Pushing her inside the flat and not letting up at all.
Their mind went blank in an instant. It wasnโt panic. It wasnโt anything as active as that. Didnโt freeze or try to run or try to fight or any of it. The door clicked shut, but Eilidh didnโt even register it. Just hearing the thudding of her own heart. It was the only thing she could here before he began speaking into her ear.
He didnโt want to hurt her. Okay, that was good because she didnโt want to get hurt. He doesnโt even have to finish laying out his conditions before sheโs already nodding along. No screaming, no kicking. She could do that. He didnโt need to hurt her. She didnโt want to get hurt.
A muffled almost gasp as what she could only guess was a gun was pressed deeper into her, almost painfully so, and it serves just to make her nods all the more emphatic. She wasnโt going to do anything wrong, no, she was going to do exactly what he asked of her.
See? Easy peasy.
When she nodded her head, giving Boone the confirmation he needed, he released his grip from around her lips. The glock didnโt move. People had a tendency to get real agreeable when you pull out a gun, then suddenly real rowdy when you put said gun away. Boone had done this, orchestrated a hostage situation, a time or two, he knew how these things went. He didnโt trust her, not yet he didnโt. Sheโd have to earn that from him.
Still standing behind her, Boone reached his free hand around her frame. Respectfully so, thereโs only one thing he wanted from her. He shoved his hand in the left pocket of her hoodie. Nothing. He tried the right one. Bingo. He grabbed her phone out of her pocket, then maneuvered himself in front of her, gun still drawn, but it was aimed at the floor, rather than on her. He waved his findings in his hands. Looky what I got.
โThis is what youโre gonna do, Eilidh.โ Cut to a first name basis. Except, he knew her name but sheโd never know his. โYouโre gonna unlock your phone. Open your texts. Youโre gonna send a message to your little friend, Andres Marjano, okay? Youโre gonna say whatever you need to get him to come down here. Right now.โ Those blue eyes of his could be so intense sometimes. Especially now, as they looked into hers. โI donโt give a fuck how, say whatever you need to. Tell him youโre finally gonna do that thing in bed heโs been begging for, for all I give a shit. But what youโre not gonna do, Eilidh.โ ย He was beginning to like the way her name sounded on his tongue. โYouโre not gonna make him panic. But you will get him here within the hour.โ Boone took one step closer. โYou try anything cuteโฆ.โ Silence. โYouโre smart enough to know what will happen. So donโt try it.โ
Boone shoved the phone in her hand. ย He would watch her send the text. After it was sent, heโd take the phone back for safekeeping.
โWhen youโre done,โ Boone continued, as he began to turn his frame towards her living room. More so, her couch. โYouโre gonna take a seat and wait with me for your boyfriend to arrive. We can get to know each other a little bit.โ Something of a playful smirk rose on his lips. โMaybe we oughta talk about your real shitty choice in men.โ
Another idea popped into Booneโs head. He was full of them tonight.
Brick by brick, Achara works on rebuilding her life. Her thirties are going to be different, she tells herself. Her twenties? A fucking mess. But now she has herย apartment, a fresh coat of paint, and โ Caleb, her morally questionable roommate and undeniable best friend. Philia like the Greeks used to say. She crows with gratefulness when he returns with the drinks. She raises a glass to him, to her, to them.
โFuck! Is that this week?โ She exclaims when Caleb brings up the holiday. Thereโs an unending history of slammed doors and raised voices there for her. (Mania, if theyโre still speaking Greek.) Pizza, beer, and good company sounds heavenly in comparison. โI mean, me and my Barcelona shirt will be fighting for my life in some Chelsea pub โ but itโs Valentineโs Day. Donโt you have plans to con your way into some poor, unsuspecting girlโs heart?โ
She cracks a grin over the rim of her third shot (second, long gone). Brick by brick, shot by shot, Archara forgets things like Valentineโs Day and the people she used to owe such days to.ย
โโTis the seasonโ as they say. Or am I just quoting you?โ
Her life - itโs all still a mess, just a more tolerable shade. Achara should know better though, than to assume that speaking the devilโs name is his only invocation. He appears then without her saying a damn thing.
@thetowerrโ
It had been five years since Boone last spoke to his wife.
Say what you wanted about the man, but he was a true romantic at heart. Time and separation did not halt the passion he felt for her. Boone thought about her often. Kept tabs on her too. It really wasnโt hard. There werenโt very many Achara Hannigans in London after all. Come to think of it, Boone was only able to find the one. Sheโd gotten a new place, but still had the old one. For what reason, Boone didnโt know. The old place didnโt look lived in, however, the new one did. He knew this, because Boone was partial to dropping by every so often. Only a handful amount times throughout the years, he wasnโt stalking her. Whenever the longing felt too long, whenever he just needed a glimpse, Boone would linger outside her new flat. How long? Minutes, sometimes up to an hour. Thatโs all.
Though what happened between them happened, though Achara fucking lied like she did for all those years, Boone still cared about her. He still loved her too. These are truths Boone didnโt accept head on. Instead, they were manifested through action. Heโd been thinking of her more lately than he had in years. The more he thought of her, the more he dropped by. ย However, a few months ago, during the first drop by in a longtime, Boone saw something in her window he couldnโt have prepared himself for.
A dude. Her dude?ย ย Her new dude.
No, he didnโt barge in the door and bash the guyโs skull in, even though he could have. Even though he wanted to.
Tonight, Boone found her because he knew where to look. Since the discovery of her dude, he couldnโt get Achara off his mind. So these drop bys stopped being ย drop bys, and started being follows. He learned her routines, some new, but some werenโt. Truthfully, after that one occurrence, Boone never saw her dude again. ย The man thought he was in the clear.
Until tonight.
When Boone entered the bar, when he saw her, when he saw him, her fucking dude, an insidious rage took over the man. The kind of rage that filled his chest and made a fist out of his grip. The kind of rage that just made him want to bash a motherfuckerโs skull.
Boone bolted over. When he reached them, he only looked at her. โAre you kidding me, Char?โ he shouted at her, just like he used to. โAre you fucking kidding me? What kind of janky ass, tough guy wanna be, downgrade is this? If you missed me so much, pick up the phone and call. You didnโt have to settle on someย cheap ass, knock off.โ
Heโd been waiting for her longer than he had wanted to. That Boone Hannigan, he could be patient. He lurked in the courtyard in front of her building where he had done so for the last... twenty minutes? Half an hour? Truthfully, he hoped sheโd already be home by now. From what heโd learned about tailing her for the last week, her schedule was all over the place. Hoping was all he had to cling to. Regardless, Boone made a whole plan in his head how tonight would go. ย Sheโd already be in her flat, heโd help himself inside. Maybe, sheโd be in the shower, perhaps, heโd get a glimpse of something interesting. Yet, when he arrived to her building tonight, the light on the top floor, the one he knew belonged to her, was off.
A new planned turned in his brain as he waited. Plan B. ย Sheโd come home unsuspecting. Sheโd enter the building, heโd wait a beat, then follow. Sheโd walk up the stairs, heโd tiptoe after her. Sheโd unlock the door, heโd press his .22 against her back. Heโd invite himself inside, sheโd gladly accept.
It would go easy. She was a good girl. Well, maybe not good, Eilidh OโDea was messy, according to the digging heโd done. ย Boone did have a healthy fear of getting kicked in the balls with her being a soccer player and all. But she was clean for the most part, not as much trouble as that fucking loser she was involved with. You know, the one who liked to take out big bets, but didnโt seem too keen on paying them. See, it was his sins that brought the devil to her doorstep tonight, not any deed done by the girl herself. What a shame. Maybe, she ought to try fucking winners and see where it landed her instead.
Finally, when she did arrive home, the plan went as he imagined. When they made it to the top floor, when he heard the jingle of the house keys meeting the lock, when he heard it pop open, when he heard the door creak open, Boone pulled his gun from his waistband and followed through. The man pressed the gun into her back as he wrapped his hand along her mouth keeping her from making a peep. He forced the two of them inside of her flat, kicking the door shut with his leg when they made it inside.
Still holding her close, he brought his lips to her ear. โListen, I ainโt gotta hurt you. I donโt wanna hurt you.โ He spoke in a coarse whisper, his native southern twang sprinkle in his words. โSo donโt make me. If you be good, then I get to be good. No screaming, no kicking, no nothing, you hear me?โ His voice was almost soft, but his words were not comforting. โYou do as I say and I donโt gotta use this.โ Boone pressed the gun deeper into her spine. โWe got a deal, sweetheart?โ
He only came to see her at night. If it was daytime, and the two were together, it was because their night had followed them into tomorrow. Like this morning. The sun was peeking through her window, yet, there he laid in her sheets. It was always her place. Never his. He could stop by when he wanted to be there, leave when he didnโt. ย Boone didnโt text much. Never called. When he wanted something, he just showed up. When he wanted her, he was there.
And he was there a lot.ย
Last night he came by late. She invited him stay. He didnโt always, but he did this time. They fucked. They talked. They fucked some more.ย She fell asleep. He snooped. What had he been looking for? Honestly anything. Did her Jolly Rancher ass brother come by and leave anything interesting behind? What about her best friend, you know, the traitor? Any evidence she had stopped by? Anything leftover by her other male visitors? Were there any other male visitors?ย Quite bold of Boone to even give a shit, they werenโt exclusive. They werenโt boyfriend / girlfriend. They werenโt friends. They werenโt anything. Lydia was someone Boone kept around because heโd know sheโd be useful to him someday.ย Hell, she already was. He was fucking her, remember?
While still sitting on her bed, Boone put his feet on the ground and leaned to grab his pants, to get out his pack of cigs. It was about that time. When he did so, he heard shuffling on the bed. Boone looked back at her.ย
โLyd?โ he spoke, trying to whisper but his gritty voice came off hoarse. โYou awake?โ
TW; HEAVY MURDER / DEATH MENTIONS, SUICIDE MENTION,ย VIOLENCE, ย ABUSE, NEGLECT, ADDICTION.
I. DEMOGRAPHICS:
FULL NAME: BOONE GREGORY HANNIGAN.
ย NICKNAME: THE TOWER, BOONEY, B, BOO, HANNIGAN, FUCK UP (only by his sister), THE BOONEYMAN (by his mun, me lol) .
HOMETOWN: BLOOMFIELD, KENTUCKY.
DOB: DECEMBER 1ST, 1984.ย
AGE: 38.ย
ZODIAC SIGN: SAGITTARIUS SUN, SCORPIO MOON, LEO RISING.ย
GENDER: CIS MALE.
SEXUALITY: BICURIOUS, HETEROSEXUAL.ย
HEIGHT: 6โฒ2.ย
CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: SANDOR CLEGANE / THE HOUND ( GAME OF THRONES), SHANE WALSH (THE WALKING DEAD), CHARLIE KELLY (ITโS ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA), JESSE PINKMAN (BREAKING BAD), MIKE EHRMANTRAUT (BREAKING BAD), CHRISTOPHER MOLTISANTI (THE SOPRANOS), TONY SOPRANO (THE SOPRANOS), SLIM SHADY (EMINEMโS DISCOGRAPHY).ย
II. PAST:
Boone Hannigan is an American born, immigrant to the UK. He grew up in the bible belt on Kentucky - in a small town outside of Louisville. They were dirt floor poor as heโd put it, his mom worked two jobs, while his father drained her earnings with a bottle. He was self medicating - a Vietnam vet who was drowning his demons the only way he knew how. When Boone was six, his fatherโs demons won and he committed suicide. In his letter, he left a note for his son. Booney, youโre the man of the house now. Take care of your mother and sisters. It was an order Boone never took lightly.ย ย His mother was thrown into such a deep depression due to her husbandโs death. The cycle continued, asย she lost herself to alcoholism as well, eventually abandoning all her responsibility and surrendered to the addiction, as his father had. He was mostly raised by the likes of his oldest sister, who was only nine years his senior. The one thing that was a constant, money was tight. As soon as he was old enough to fulfill his fatherโs wishes, Boone did. He tried to be the provider in whatever way he could.ย Not always in the most ethical ways. Actually, never in ethical ways. ย When he was old enough to sling dope, Boone slung dope. When he was old enough to create and operate an illegal drug ring in town, he did so. When the Louisville branch of the Irish mob came knocking on his door with an opportunity, Boone accepted.
So how did this cowboy get all the way to London, you may be wondering?
Sure, the kid was smart enough to start a profitable illegal business before the time he hit eighteen, but thatโs not what put him on the radar of the local mob. ย Boone was a brawler, through and through. If he couldnโt find a fight, heโd make one. Boone was bold and he was bloody, Perfect for their underground fight ring. The Louisville branch had a connection with the Jabberwocks, one of their international suppliers, and due to their relationship, Theodore Byrne-Liddell made a visit to Kentucky and became introduced to a twenty year old, bloodthirsty street fighter named Boone Hannigan. Years later, when Boone found himself in some deep legal trouble from this fight ring, with a life sentence in front of him and his Irish mob friends nowhere to be found, the Jabberwock reappeared with an offer.
The kid had never left Kentucky at that point, now, he was going to a foreign land, never to return home.ย
Booneโs transition to London, his transition into the Jabberwocks in general was not a smooth one. He was a brute of an American, socializing with higher society, more educated, more wealthier people than himself. He stuck out like a sore fucking thumb, everyone thought he didnโt belong there and Boone knew it. But he did belong, he was there wasnโt he? Theodore had seen something worthwhile in him. So, Boone rose to the occasion. He earned more respect when his quick thinking saved the life of a fellow Jabberwock. A JR had a gun on them, death was coming, but the brute was able to sneak behind the opp, with his trusty baseball bat, and beat the poor son of a bitchโs skull in, and continued beating on him long after the fucker was dead. They still tell that story today, all these years later.ย
When he originally joined the team, he was a drug dealer. But with his whole small town, teenage drug dealer experience, that quickly bumped him to the Capos of the Drug Dealers. He did that for almost twenty years.ย
Time went on, Boone got older. So did Acharaย Sichantha. Once a forgettable, never gave a second thought about, teenager when Boone had first arrived to London, she was now a beautiful young woman.ย With her being eight years younger than him, him being a fucking mess,ย they had a very tumultuous, on and off, relationship. Everyone knew they were together, but no one wanted them to be.
Cue the wedding bells.
Five years ago, during an on period, they finally bit the bullet and got hitched. Three whole months of marital bliss until it all came crashing down as it always did. However, this time around, once it switched off, it never came back on.
III. PRESENT:
So, where does Boone Hannigan find himself today?
Still in London. Underboss, a political decision that shocked everybody, but Boone has risen to the role. Heโs brutal, heโs fearless, and heโs not the one to be fucked with. Maybe it really wasnโt all that shocking Boone was chosen. However, Booneโs name came before Theodoreโs,ย maybe thatโs because Theo was too busy getting busy with the Mayor and Boone wasnโt.ย
Yet, this never affected his loyalty to Theodore. Nothing ever would. Theo saved his life and Boone will dedicate the rest of his life repaying him. Happily. Though Boone is concerned over missing Malachi, he canโt deny thereโs something on the horizon.ย
IV. TIDBITS:
If Theo is โbadโ cop, Boone is โinsaneโ cop.ย
Though he doesnโt seem to be the type and itโs been a long time since heโs talked to the Big Man upstairs, Boone believes in God. Donโt worry, the guy knows heโs going to hell.ย
Covered in tattoos; His favorite? The eagle tattoo on his neck. Proud American Boy. Yeehaw.
Booneโs taste of music could be described as City Cowboy. Due to his roots, he has a love for country music, old old country music his dad used to listen to, all the way to todayโs country. Boone also loves rap and hip hop. Anywhere from Johnny Cash to Tupac, youโll find it on his playlist.ย
The type of guy to idolize The Joker, Rick Sanchez (actually he is probably a huge Rick and Morty fan), and Joe Rogan.ย
While Boone can be scary and violent, he can also be funny and stupid. If youโre his friend, heโs always cracking jokes. If youโre his enemy, heโs probably still cracking jokes, but you might take them as threats and actually, he might not be joking.ย
He hasย a cute little orange kitty namedย โCashโ. Now, if you canโt imagine Boone going down to the pound, filling out an adoption application, and happily taking his new kitten home in one of those white little cardboard boxes, thatโs because he didnโt. The thing just showed upย outside of his flat one day. Boone started feeding it and it never left. Three years later, Cash isnโt going anywhere. Cash is his son.ย
Alcoholic. Partakes in drug use sometimes -ย ย does this guy really need any coke?ย
He will start shit with you if he doesnโt like the way youโre looking at him. He will rock your shit. Then when itโs all said and done, heย will smile at you on the other side of the courtroom.ย
The mun thinks about this vine 1,000 times a time when she is playing Boone.
V. PLAYLIST:
a. DROP FOR EVERY HOUR - AMIGO THE DEVIL.
I hit him hard and made it known he wasn't gonna make it home
No matter how much he might disagree
I suddenly I saw it in his eyes when it clicked
The last thing he was gonna see was me
And fear is such a funny thing
We wear it like a diamond ring
With promises we never plan to keep
I swear that if you let me go and so and so but tears are only water
And water is cheap.
b. 10 FREAKY GIRLS - METRO BOOMIN, 21 SAVAGE.
In peace (in peace) , may you rest (May you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)
You a rookie (You a rookie), I'm a vet (I'm a vet)
That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)
Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (It is chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany (Yeah), for Jess (For who?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess.
c. AMBITIONZ AZ A RIDAH - 2PAC.
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
Let's get ready to rumble!
d.ย BROKEN BONES - KALEO.ย
Some might say I talk loud, see if I care
Unlike them, don't walk away from my fear
I've busted bones, broken stones, looked the devil in the eye
I hope he's going to break these chains,
The devil's going to make me a free man
The devil's going to set me free
The devil's going to make me a free man
The devil's going to set me free.ย
e. HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN - THE ANIMALS.ย
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.
HONORABLE MENTION BECAUSE ITS BOONEโS FAVORITE SONG:
f. SAVE A HORSE (RIDE A COWBOY) - BIG & RICH.
Well I don't give a dang about nothing
I'm singing and Bling- Blanging
While the girls are drinking
Long necks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town.
And I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
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