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James K. Hook | 33 | Outer Ring Crime Lord

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bicepstosparee:

Gaston rolled his eyes, ran a hand rhough his hair and fixed what he could without a mirror. Hook was a handful and a half, but having him around was as stressful as it was helpful. He beckoned him over with a gesture, stepping into the shadows and waiting to speak with the man without so much of an audience. He couldn’t damn well afford to lose any of his girls’ respect.

Hook sniggered at the behavior, but when Gaston gestured for him to follow, he figured he didn’t have anything to lose. “Keep my spot, girls, let’s see if I get anything out of this,” he chuckled, standing and sauntering after the man. “Yeeess?”

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worldsofmyown:

“Shots are for fun people. So are you calling yourself boring?”

“You’re thinking of a different kind of shot, I think. I get plenty of other kinds, don’t you worry.”

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

“Oh no…” Donald said, the least enthusiastic he could manage, “A lot of job sounds like too much job.” He almost mocked, before shrugging. “Well… if after four thirty works for you, then I’d say it’s a date. Feel free to bring whatever pleasures you want to it or… I don’t know… anything entertaining.” he said, challenging the other man back. 

The coroner took another long drag from his vape before scrunching his nose and pausing, “Oh… almost forgot… What exactly should I call you?”

James chuckled. Guy could say that again. Then again, this guy didn’t work in the same business. Maybe he didn’t know what ‘too much job’ could mean. Not in the way the First Ring people did, but no full outer experience. “Sounds good. I’m James, or Hook, or Captain if you’re nasty.”

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famulan-xiaojie:

“Who’s asking?”

“James Hook. Please tell me you’re the wrong one.”

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“Oh. You here for the date thing, too, or are you in the wrong spot?”

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

“Little bit of extra exercise can’t really hurt.” Donald said, of course his brain briefly reminded him that he was far from the most physically fit or muscular person. After working around enough military personelle for so long, he was well aware of how much ‘exercise’ he actually lacked.

“mmmnnn. But it does pay the bills. However, I don’t know what exactly you got?” He offered, allowing Hook to decide if he wanted to answer the question or not, on his own. “Anything after four thirty, roughly. And… I mean if you can’t mix work and pleasure then what’s so different about your job and mine?” what on earth was he getting himself into? 

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“Oh, definitely not.” And Hook hadn’t even gotten out of shape. Hard to, when he was working harder than he did in the military and had even less food. Hell, he’d slimmed down some, living out where he did.

“I’ve got...” He hummed a moment, thinking. “I have a lot of job to do, we can say that.” Hook wasn’t going to come right out and say he did any illegal thing imaginable, that was for sure. But ‘a lot of job’ was definitely accurate. “Oh, my work is mainly pleasure, I just can’t partake until I’m done with what needs to happen. And after four thirty...works.” Though he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Something interesting, hopefully.

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bicepstosparee:

Now, good news was enough to let a wide smile stretch Gaston’s lips. “Good, good,” he praised him, raising a hand a clapping him on the shoulder. “Fantastic.” This was a chuckle, full of mirth. “I knew I was right to enlist you in this. You take care of business. I appreciate that.”

His puerile sense of humor, we figured, was outweighed by how useful he was. So he smiled, albeit much more strained this time. “For the last time,” he sighed, “I don’t run any of this to have my own way with these ladies.” With the raise of an eyebrow and a narcissistic smirk, then, “I would hardly have to pay.”

Hook shrugged off the compliment and the smile, rolling his eyes. He knew very well that he got shit done, when it had to be done. It was the reason he’d been not the worst in the military, when he’d been in. “Sure.”

James snorted. At the last comment. “Not what I heard,” he mumbled to one girl, who giggled. “If you say so, big man,” was the answer he gave to Gaston. “Do you need help with anything else?”

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Donald quirked his brow curiously at the other man, debating on how he should answer. Obviously there were several options he could voice ranging from a smiling response or a fist to the face. “Really it depends on your idea of fun. You can take a downtime day and do shit like wander through the park and get synthetic vitamin D, or you could hit up some more fun places in the outer ring and… Get some exercise.” His eyebrows raised at the last one, hoping to send across the message of what that exactly meant.

“Sadly I can only provide limited entertainment options… I only have a small amount of break time, so there’s a bit of a timer on my fun today… At least until after hours.” Another rather interesting hint that the other one could pick up on, or not.

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James laughed rather loudly at the look he got after ‘exercise’. Alright, alright. He saw what was going on. Test passed. “Well, I get near enough exercise at work, but it’s not a terrible idea, really.” And if he didn’t feel like that, he could always tease the customers. Gaston came to mind.

“Aw. Real life jobs. Worse than what I’ve got.” He gave a fake pout and chuckled. “When’s after hours for you? That’s probably when my day’s getting started.”

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

“Boring.” Donald said, a bit of cheek to his words, “Business or pleasure is the phrase, so don’t go home and do a nap. From coroner to…” he eyed the man up and down, “… Business man… sleep when you’re dead. Have some fun first.”

Another chuckle. “Well, if you’re an expert on the subject, what do you think I should do instead? Because I’m not going to work right now.” Of course, James had a few ideas, but whatever this guy said might determine if he was actually any fun or not.

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theadmiralbuzzlight:

“Yea…I end up meeting way too many dramatic people.” Buzz had one in particular in mind but that one man was more than enough. He took a deep breath. “Look, uh, James Hook, I’m gonna leave you alone. Just…don’t traumatize any young children.”

James took the new ‘order’ with a smirk, and saluted in return, form rank-perfect. “I won’t do anything you’ll catch me for,” he answered, choosing to saunter away for a momentary exit. He could catch up with the guy he was meeting when Buzzkill was gone.

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theadmiralbuzzlight:

“Hm,” was all Buzz had to say about Hook’s comment about being military. He couldn’t recall any Captain Hook in the past, but maybe his hunger was clouding his ability to think properly. Dang, as much as he didn’t want it to be, the hook hand was pretty cool. Of course, Buzz couldn’t say that at the moment. “Kinda on the nose, you know, with your name and all.”

James snorted. “Very on the nose, but it’s an easy brand.” Which, in his line of work, what with the whole need to be intimidating thing, really helped him out. Not that he hadn’t been a terror when he’d had two hands, but this was better. “I guess it’s my dramatic flair I’ve been told I have.”

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

“Both equally fair points. I suppose you are a man of taste.” Donald said, sassily, offering up the bottle in exchange for his vape once more. He needed another hit. “So what are your plans for the day, Mr. Stranger? You know… when you’re done hanging out by this particular corner.”

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James let out a quiet chuckle, and traded back, glad to have the drink once more. “After this? Business as usual.” In fact, right now was waiting on business. His runner was running late. Fucking irony. “Either that or a nap.”

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worldsofmyown:

“Hm. Well you are foaming at the mouth. Perhaps you should go get your shots.”

“Shots are for kids, I’m sure it’s too late for me now. Besides, I feel fine.”

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

“Patches? I hear they can be ironed on too.” Not that he’d admit he ironed his own clothes, or wore anything with patches, but… well he definitely had a jean jacket in high school. “Also hear raw denim is back in fashion.”

“Oh, sure. But that’s something I’d have to run by the guy who actually does the ironing.” God knew he didn’t. His clothes were ripped to perfection, and the hook ran too much of a chance of fucking them up. “Eh. Not a fan of getting blue everywhere.”

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Are there any people you would like to get to know better?

“Oh sure. Who and how I want to get to know them, however, is not going to be said out loud.”

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You had to know someone would ask for the story. How'd you end up with the hook?

“Someone who I dislike very much decided to cut it the fuck off. And a hook is better than a hand for slicing the brat’s throat open.”