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@zanexsaxena
— BASICS
NAME: Zane Saxena FACECLAIM: Avan Jogia AGE.: October 31, 1992. 31 GENDER/SEXUALITY Cismale. Pansexual HOMETOWN: Nevada AFFILIATION: The Brotherhood JOB POSITION: Manager of SkyHigh Hookah EDUCATION: GED RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced. Single. CHILDREN: None.
— PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: Charismatic, nonchalant, independent, passionate, sociable NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impulsive, enigmatic, quirky, pretentious, domineering, noncommittal
Open starter
Location: DV8 (Harley's club!)
Harley had been in one of their worst moods of late, simply due to the messes in their personal affairs. Yet the Region Manager had made sure that such things didn't affect their work or efficiency, as their image was key to them, especially within The Syndicate. Harley sat in the empty club that was still in the process of being set up for the evening ahead. They found themselves so focused that they were only alerted when one of their guards shifted beside them, making their gaze track to the person that had appeared before them. "Day drinking or do you have business for me?" They wondered, giving a raise of an eyebrow.
"Business?" Zane asked, a smirk forming on his lips as he rested his arms on the counter in front of him. "Well that all depends. What kind of business would you be looking for?" He tilted his head to the side as he stared at them. He'd been to the club on quite a few occasions so he had some inkling as to what they'd be talking about. "I would definitely like a drink, though. Surprise me."
"Pleasure to meet you, Zane. Ricardo Jimenez at your services," Ric playfully winks, grinning. He reaches for the offered drink, giving a nod of appreciation, "I appreciate the gesture. I was just thinking of cooling down. Thank you, love. I'll buy next round." He raises the cup to give a short little toast, "to new friendship, hm?" Then he takes a long sip of it, clearly Ricardo was leaving this block party at least tipsy by the end of it. "Have you had a chance to explore around, Zane?"
"Love?" Zane asked, his eyebrows raised slightly. "Look at you, trying to be charming. Adorable." He smirked. "Tell me, Ricardo Jimenez, are you putting on the charm for every new person you meet?" Is that how you managed to get into the brotherhood? Not that Zane had doubts in his leaderships decisions but that didn't mean he was going to give the newbie an easy time. Or trust them right off the bat.
"We'll see." Zane said as he raises his own cup before taking a sip. "I have. It's the first thing I did when I arrived." Zane always scoped out areas he wasn't accustomed to visiting. That included all gatherings. He never knew who'd show up, who might pose a threat. Zane was always prepared. "Tell me a bit about yourself."
It took Jude a moment to place the young man but it clicked the moment the other called him Exorcist. "The man that wanted the books on exorcism. Did you find any?" Jude smiled and shook their head, "That wasn't my plan for the day, no. Do you think that there are a lot of demon infested humans running around Queens? Because that hasn't been my experience."
"Oh, I've found plenty. I'm ready to put them to use, too." Zane said with a wink. "Then it doesn't seem like you're looking hard enough, Priest. There's one that I know about, currently, but I'm quite sure there are more." The one being the person who had attacked one of the brotherhood's regional managers. Mathias was definitely demon-like in Zane's book. "Would you like to borrow some of the books I've collected? Maybe we can be demon hunters together."
where: block party
who: @brkwingss
With an extra drink in his hand, Zane walked straight towards the person he recognized as one of the newest members of the brotherhood. He held the alcoholic beverage out towards Ricardo and gave him one of his dazzling smiles. "I don't think I've formally introduced myself yet. I'm Zane."
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Jude was sitting down on a bench in some shade, drinking some lemon aid and checking messages on his phone. He generally wasn't someone that was on their phone much. But as he was away from the Church for the day he was checking in when he needed in case any of the other Priests that ran services needed anything.
Glancing up at the young man and moving to give more room he gestured to the open space. "There's plenty of room if you'd like to get out of the sun for a little bit."
"Well look who it is!" Zane smirked as he approached the Priest. "The exorcist." He lowered himself into the chair across from the other. "Are you here to scout out potential demon infested humans?"
"Little ears," he's quick to speak up in Zane's presence. Not that he thinks Zane might start throwing around a bunch of naughty words, but you never know. Kid's not listening, anyway, and Miles is content with a beer in one hand and Harper's in the other. His attention shifts, watching a man take a seat on an upside down bucket. A harmonic has been fashioned around his neck, and now—"Please tell me that he isn’t taking out a ukulele."
@zanexsaxena
"Of course." Zane said with a smile as he glanced down towards Miles' daughter. She didn't seem to be paying either of them any mind but Zane wasn't about to use any foul language with her around. Even if Miles hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have.
His attention then turned towards who Miles' was commenting on and Zane couldn't help but chuckle. "It would seem so." His head tilted to the side as he watched the man. "Maybe he actually knows what he's doing?" Zane suggested, giving the stranger the benefit of the doubt.
But then the man started playing, and well... "I mean... It's not the worst thing I've heard."
After a few moments of watching the stranger, his eyes flickered back towards Miles. "How've you guys' been?" He was mindful of the child, not asking any specifics.
"Caleb? Nah." Shaking his head, Max looked over at Zed. "Why? Got a personal problem with that dude? Or are you into him?" Furrowing his eyebrows, Max shrugged, "There's like, no emotional value to him other than friendship-wise. Especially since my Dad kinda fucked that one up."
Pause. I don't know how he was, raising you. "An asshole.", Max answers, "An idiot. He made me feel bad for everything I liked, he still does. The only thing he ever liked was the career path I chose. Though that wasn't enough either. He was always pushing for doctor." Throughout abuse, and whatnot, Max got his perfect GPA - his lifesaver, as he calls it. His float.
"I just don't like talking about my ex, okay?", Max sighed, then, "He's.. complicated." Pause, "He's called.. Luis."
"No. I know of him, just not much about him." Zane shrugged his shoulders, not bothered by it. "Definitely not into him." He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Usually, I'd say that I don't have a type, that everyone is my type but... that's not the case with him. I would never."
His eyebrows raised slightly. "What did he do that caused it to be fucked up?" Not that Zane was entitled to an answer, but he was curious. "High expectations, then?" He asked. "Mine was like that. I didn't care enough to meet any of them, though." He had tried when he was younger but gave up in his teenage years. "If you ever need support breaking out of the mold he wants to shove you into, let me know."
The name that came out of Max's mouth was one that Zane had not expected. Instead of keeping his own mouth shut, Zane let out a laugh. "No shit." Another laugh -- the drugs making it much harder for him to control himself. "I mean, I could argue that Luis isn't that complicated. But then again, I've never been in a relationship with him. He is fun, though. I'll give you that."
Yenna laughs, but then swallows. Maybe she's been letting a little loose lately, like she used to in her early twenties. Maybe it's good for her. Maybe it's also a self-destructive attempt at therapy, which she definitely should be going to, after what happened in her restaurant the other night. But Yenna just tosses those thoughts in the trash, and focuses on Zane instead.
Yenna laughs softly -- then takes a pen out of her bag and turns to him, taking his hand in hers to write down her number -- "You could also just call me, you know." But now he's here already. So. Yenna licks her lips, her fingers finding the back of his neck to toy with his long strands of hair, face close to his. "What do you want, then? If it's not money?" She's grinning now.
Zane's eyes flashed with excitement as she turned, took a pen out, and began writing her number along his skin. A hum escaped his lips as he read the numbers, over and over, committing them to memory. Just in case.
His eyes then flickered to meet hers. As her hand moved to the back of his neck, he moved his towards her hips, grasping them in his grip and holding her close. "You." His voice was low and gravely as he leaned his face closer to hers. "I want to have fun with you." Then, he captured her lips with his.
The 'Let's go out to dance!!' text from one of her stupidly rich college friends is exactly what Yenna needs on this Friday night, and she's wasted in some club about five hours later. Her hand slips out of her friends the moment someone wraps their arm around her waist (while there's a slight rush of panic -- is it her almost-killer?), and Yenna leans her head back against him.
"Wait is it-", she fake pauses, "Dean?", her lips curl up into a grin, "No, sorry, Zack?" She corrects herself only a moment later -- "Have you been following me, Zane? First you show up at my grandparents home, now here? Seems suspicious." Her friend looks at Zane, eyebrows raised high, before disappearing in the crowd. Good for her. "So do you just want my money, or..?" The blonde starts tracing the line of his arm, eyes closed beneath his hand -- though she knows that's not what he wants.
"You have that many men who would confine you to their chest like this?" Zane chuckled, tightening his grip on her. He was being playful, of course. Pretending to be more dangerous than what he was. At least, towards her. Not yet.
"I don't need anyone's money." He muttered, his lips moving towards behind her ear. "And no, I have not been following you. Although... I might start if it gets you excited." His lips moved to her neck, then her shoulder, using his teeth to bite down on her skin.
where: random club
who: @yeniens
Zane's eyes swept the crowd as he lifted the glass to his lips. He took a sip of the scotch as his gaze halted on someone familiar. Someone he had been thinking about a lot lately. Someone he wanted to hang out with more.
He finished off his drink, sat it down on a nearby table, and walked towards the woman. Zane came up behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, the other hand lifting his and covering her eyes. He leaned in towards her, his lips gently brushing against her right ear. "Guess who."
Zane had to force himself not to laugh at her words. It wasn't as though he didn't believe her. He did. But all of it was just so fucking ridiculous that he couldn't help but be a bit amused by the situation. Though, that amusement was short lived as the reality of it came crashing down.
He'd been rooming with someone dangerous. Someone that was most likely in an opposing gang. And if the Brotherhood found out... Fuck.
With barely any acknowledgment of her threats -- besides an eye roll -- Zane released her and shoved himself into a standing position. Whatever pleasant feelings he once felt for Seine were no longer there; replaced by anger and hatred as he took several steps back from her. He moved towards the kitchen and grabbed a spare towel. "You'll clean this shit up since you're the one that made the mess." He said, firmly, as he motioned towards the chair and the broken wine bottle with his free hand.
"And you will be gone by the time I get back." Though, he had no intention of keeping this apartment. He lifted the towel to his neck, not even flinching from the pain. "And if you're not... well--" Zane smirked as he glanced towards her. "I'd say it's fair fucking game, don't you?"
With that, he backed his way towards the front door and let himself out.
How do you feel about Harley?
"How do I feel about Harley..." Zane hummed as he pondered the question. "It's a bit... complicated? I consider him my boyfriend, even though I've not even formally asked him to be mine. Though, I'm not sure if he will ever, truly, be only mine." Zane ran a hand through his hair and then let out a sigh. "I love him. I've never loved anyone like how I love him... Not really. Honestly, I didn't even believe in love until I met him. I mean, sharing has always been caring in my mind. But..." A pause as he contemplated on how to form his next words. "I'd give up my lifestyle for him. Though, I don't think he'd ever ask that of me. Nor would I ask it of him. We understand each other, in that way." At least, Zane thought they did.
@theyperform
△ what is his worst childhood memory?
"My worst childhood memory... I mean, I didn't exactly have a bad childhood. I'd probably say when my mom up and left? But I was young when that happened." Zane shrugged. "I don't really have many bad memories."
"Uh." Well. "We're just hooking up.", Max explains, "He's.. he's a lot. In a good way." Rubbing his face, the blonde turns to look at Zane, "But it's been a while since we did, and we've been hooking up for like, two years or something. No hard feelings." Like, none at all. "You should have figured I've got Daddy issues, bro."
Sighing at Zane's persistent asking, Max shakes his head and steals the joint away, taking another hit. "No fucking way, dude. I'm not telling you."
"Interesting." Zane said before taking another hit. "So he's not your ex?" Zane asked, trying his best to follow along and get information that he wanted. No. Needed. He needed to know more about Caleb and he wasn't ready to ask the man himself. Not until him and Harley were back on track with things.
"Hey now, I'm not going to assume shit. I don't know your dad very well. I don't know how he was, raising you." He didn't. Though, it seemed as though him and Max definitely had father's that weren't alike. While Zane's dad led with his money, Zane didn't exactly have the worst experience with him. There were just... high expectations. Ones that Zane never met.
"Why not?" He asked, frowning as he gave the joined to his brother. "Do you need me to share something about mysel first, to feel comfortable?"
It's not like Yenna hasn't tried coke before. She's been an angry, rich teenager, locked away in a mansion occasionally, going as wild at parties as she could. She had done things to simply anger her parents, at least sometimes.
Now, she's an adult just as angry.
Sighing, the woman looks in the direction of the closed door and thinks of the consequences she might face if caught by someone -- but in that moment, she doesn't really care. She just wants to get high.
"So you are an intruder.", she points out, "Cue me, when should I run exactly?" Eyes twinkling with amusement analyze his face from up close. Soft fingers find his knee as she leans over, "If you'd like to do me the favor of holding my hair out of my face?"
Soft fingers tap his leg, "Or are you no gentlemen, Mister Intruder? Then I might have to leave."
"I'm an intruder that knows how to fit in to places such as these." Zane confirmed as he smiled at her. His eyes didn't leave hers as she placed a hand on his knee and leaned towards him. Her eyes, alone, had his complete and full attention. Her voice only enticed him further. And her body... well, he wouldn't say no to seeing more of it. Dressed or otherwise.
"Certainly." Zane said as he lifts his own hands to the back of her head. He gently gathers her hair in his hands and holds it up and away from her shoulders. "I am a gentleman. I also know how not to be one." His eyes shone with amusement as he used his free hand to motion towards the drugs on the table.
"After you, my lady."
"I'm quite sure she doesn't care about this table, just like she doesn't care about any other piece of furniture in this house." Yenna watches with satisfaction as he presses a chaste kiss to the back of her hand, and the woman batts her eyelashes down for a moment, before she slowly takes her hand back and places it in her lap.
"So you're someone's son?" Tilting her head, Yenna leans forward to watch what he's doing, "Goldberg's, or Bonavich's? Or Clemonte's? Or even better, are you an intruder? Please tell me you are. I wouldn't say no if you were to steal me away from this awful event."
She straightens her posture back into it's original state -- a bad (or good habit) carried on from countless scolding she went through in her childhood.
"So you're at my service.", she hums in recognization, "Like a servant?" The woman raises herself from the armchair and walks around the table, carefully coming down to kneel next to him -- "Sweet. And I'm a person for burning sour tastes."
"Even so. I'll stain it just for you." Zane offers her a wink before he releases her hand and picks up the razor blade again. He separates the white powder into two rows. One for him, one for her. That is, if she wants to partake. He wouldn't push her to do so.
"I am someone's son. Yes." He smirked as he glanced towards her. "No. No. And no." He shook his head at the names she voiced. "My family doesn't live here. So I'm definitely more of an intruder than someone that was actually invited." Though, he knew how to convince people that he was meant to be there. He knew how to play the game, when needed. "Would you like to be whisked away?" He asked, his head tilting to the side. "Because I can definitely fit that into my schedule."
Zane watched as she stood up from the chair and walked towards him; his eyes flickering over the length of her body as she knelt down next to him. "No, not a servant." He said. "More like someone who enjoys fun and the company of beautiful people." Zane lifts his free hand, reaches towards a strand of her hair and tucks it behind her ear. "Would you like to try some?" He asked before motioning towards the substance on the table in front of them.
