"Ah yeah...ten dollar Bloody Mary's." For the first time since losing his precious coffee, Noah cracked a grin. He'd never been to the restaurant in question, even though he made it a point to try out as many new places as possible. It was rare for Noah to find a food he didn't like - but, being able to always afford it was a different story. Ten dollars could buy a lot for him...and it would be a lot more filling than a tomato juice cocktail.
Noah glanced down at her feet again, the warm sun of the morning already drying the spilled coffee all around them, but in the two minutes of knowing this girl, he had a feeling she couldn't wait to get whatever coffee stain was leaving it's mark off those sandals. He knew it wasn't his place to judge her - he didn't know a thing about her, and at the same time, knew everything just by looking at her. She wouldn't have given him the time of day if not for feeling guilty for disrupting his morning. And that was okay, he didn't expect her to, and she would have been just as invisible to him among the busy city sidewalks. And yet here they were, two people who realistically had no right or reason to be conversing, discussing the importance of expensive morning beverages.
"It's uh...actually a few blocks away. Up by MIT, down in Cambridge. Y'know, you might be better off takin' a cab or the subway...you look like you're in a hurry and it'll take awhile to walk there from here. The Red Line subway can take ya right there." He offered with a slight shrug. Part of him, although he wasn't sure why, felt concerned for her...maybe because she looked so out of place, and now, there was a pretty good chance her phone wasn't going to hold out for long. The least he could do was get her going in the right direction. Suddenly, that hint of a smirk returned.
"But why do I have a feeling you ain't that familiar with the subway?"
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Noah knew exactly what kind of girl this was. She was pretty. Maybe a little too pretty, if there was such a thing. He was a hot-blooded young American male - he was going to notice how attractive she was upfront. But that didn't mean she didn't have a 'type'. Those suburban girls were just like "upper East-siders" in Manhattan, coming into the heart of the city when a new trendy restaurant opened, or some hipster bar where they could flirt with guys who wore jeans tight enough to cut off their circulation.
He looked her over as she fumbled over her words, over her phone, over her purse and wallet to hand him two dollar bills. He kept quiet through the whole thing, his brows in a fixed raised position and his expression pretty blank. She was doing enough talking for the both of them, and he just took a deep breath. "Keep your money." He knew she didn't mean it in anything but an apologetic way, but Noah had made a vow a long time ago to never be anyone's 'charity case', in any way, shape, or form. He looked past her for a moment, and the walking commute of people heading off to their jobs for the day, and there this young thing was, looking lost in the city, heading to a restaurant.
Still, he knew that some shred of kindness and respect was within him somewhere. If he'd left a young girl stranded on the street, he thought about what his mother might say - after she whacked him across the head. Noah's exterior was a tougher shell than his interior, even though he tried to hide that to the best of his ability.
"You don't need a phone map. Where ya headed? I can tell you the quickest way there." In helping, of course, he knew he was making himself even later for work, and he really had no reason to be anything but slightly annoyed and caffeine-deprived, but for as frazzled as this girl looked, some string of guilt would have tugged at him if he didn't at least point her in the right direction.
He looked her over as she fumbled over her words, over her phone, over her purse and wallet to hand him two dollar bills. He kept quiet through the whole thing, his brows in a fixed raised position and his expression pretty blank. She was doing enough talking for the both of them, and he just took a deep breath. "Keep your money." He knew she didn't mean it in anything but an apologetic way, but Noah had made a vow a long time ago to never be anyone's 'charity case', in any way, shape, or form. He looked past her for a moment, and the walking commute of people heading off to their jobs for the day, and there this young thing was, looking lost in the city, heading to a restaurant.
Still, he knew that some shred of kindness and respect was within him somewhere. If he'd left a young girl stranded on the street, he thought about what his mother might say - after she whacked him across the head. Noah's exterior was a tougher shell than his interior, even though he tried to hide that to the best of his ability.
"You don't need a phone map. Where ya headed? I can tell you the quickest way there." In helping, of course, he knew he was making himself even later for work, and he really had no reason to be anything but slightly annoyed and caffeine-deprived, but for as frazzled as this girl looked, some string of guilt would have tugged at him if he didn't at least point her in the right direction.
Hahah, truth. Can't complain about that! Built-in perk!
Ah, no worries. I just have really weird work hours, haha. I bake bread for a bakery, so I work from about 4am-12pm 5 days a week.
The daily routine was as simple as it was predictable. You waited in line for twenty minutes behind everyone and their brother who ordered drinks Noah couldn't pronounce if he tried, just to get a cup of coffee. It used to be annoying, but now, the line was a time to clear his head before the day got off the ground. Granted, it was hard for him to have anything in his head before he had some decent caffeine in his system, but small moments of reflection and meditation were sometimes needed when you lived in the heart of a big city.
Boston had never felt like a 'big city' to Noah Lombardi, though. He'd grown up there, and had loved the ins and outs of it for as long as he could remember. When he was old enough to appreciate it, it was the history and the buildings that made the city feel like home. He had been told on more than one occasion that he had a knack for art, and he had always intended to use that skill to become an architect - design buildings and landscapes and everything in between. But a few mistakes and lack of drive in high school made it nearly impossible for Noah to get into a college, and it wasn't as though his parents could have paid for it, regardless. The smartest move, according to his father, would be to join the 'family business'.
Lombardi's Auto Repair The back of his black t-shirt smacked a daily label on him that he couldn't get rid of, but it was a job, he got to work with his father, and he got to work with his hands, so he had never complained much about it.
The sun was hot that morning - too hot for black coffee, but he'd gotten one anyway, letting the steam slowly seep through the lid to cool as he walked down the bustling sidewalk. He would be late...again, but at that point his tardiness was almost a running joke. Hoping that coffee was cool enough to sip, Noah started to take the plastic black lid off, when...it was on the ground. Along with most of the liquid from the cup. The rest of it seemed to be dispersed evenly on the front of his shirt, and on the feet of whoever stood in front of him. All he saw were her feet as he silently and quickly mourned the loss of his caffeine. "Jesus, lady, don't you know how to walk?"
As his eyes shifted upward in one swift motion, he cocked a brow. "Yeah, I get that." He acknowledged when this girl admitted she wasn't looking where she was going. His accent was thick, his voice deep and almost 'dark' in a way. Letting out an elongated breath, he crouched down to pick up his empty cup, checking it as if to make sure there wasn't a drop left for him to drink. Nothing.
"Look, its fine. I'll get some coffee at work. Your phone's probably shot to hell, huh?" He gave a nod toward the...well, somewhat-dripping cell phone she'd picked up from the ground.
Boston had never felt like a 'big city' to Noah Lombardi, though. He'd grown up there, and had loved the ins and outs of it for as long as he could remember. When he was old enough to appreciate it, it was the history and the buildings that made the city feel like home. He had been told on more than one occasion that he had a knack for art, and he had always intended to use that skill to become an architect - design buildings and landscapes and everything in between. But a few mistakes and lack of drive in high school made it nearly impossible for Noah to get into a college, and it wasn't as though his parents could have paid for it, regardless. The smartest move, according to his father, would be to join the 'family business'.
Lombardi's Auto Repair The back of his black t-shirt smacked a daily label on him that he couldn't get rid of, but it was a job, he got to work with his father, and he got to work with his hands, so he had never complained much about it.
The sun was hot that morning - too hot for black coffee, but he'd gotten one anyway, letting the steam slowly seep through the lid to cool as he walked down the bustling sidewalk. He would be late...again, but at that point his tardiness was almost a running joke. Hoping that coffee was cool enough to sip, Noah started to take the plastic black lid off, when...it was on the ground. Along with most of the liquid from the cup. The rest of it seemed to be dispersed evenly on the front of his shirt, and on the feet of whoever stood in front of him. All he saw were her feet as he silently and quickly mourned the loss of his caffeine. "Jesus, lady, don't you know how to walk?"
As his eyes shifted upward in one swift motion, he cocked a brow. "Yeah, I get that." He acknowledged when this girl admitted she wasn't looking where she was going. His accent was thick, his voice deep and almost 'dark' in a way. Letting out an elongated breath, he crouched down to pick up his empty cup, checking it as if to make sure there wasn't a drop left for him to drink. Nothing.
"Look, its fine. I'll get some coffee at work. Your phone's probably shot to hell, huh?" He gave a nod toward the...well, somewhat-dripping cell phone she'd picked up from the ground.
Great post! I'm working on one now.
I'm in EST, you?
I'm in EST, you?
Awesome, really excited to get started. If you wouldn't mind, could you start things up? I've unfortunately got to get some sleep - 3am comes way too quickly, haha. But I'll get a reply up tomorrow!
Name - Noah Lombardi
Age - 25
Occupation - Mechanic
Age - 25
Occupation - Mechanic
I've always wanted to do an RP based off of a 'hit man' scenario, but never seemed to get anywhere as far as a plot went. But, the word 'hit' kept sticking with me, and the plot that follows just flowed from that. Please note, my bullet point-style writing below isn't how I RP...I do like detail, I'm just using the following for a quick plot development for everyone. I'm happy to elaborate on anything, but what I would really love is to figure it out with my partner contributing. This will be our story, not just mine.
- He's a talented young hit man. It didn't matter how he had gotten into the industry, but he had, and he was good at it. With an exterior shell as hard as concrete, and a tattoo of a crucifix on his forearm, he was a walking contradiction.
- She's in her forties, and on her third marriage...and the worst one yet. The alcohol, she could handle. She'd always been able to handle the men in her life drinking themselves silly. But the aftermath of liquor with those men had usually been sex...either with her or someone else they decided to pick up at a bar. With this one, though, it was different. He was abusive, to her, to her eighteen year old daughter, and her six year old son. It started out as nothing more than verbal abuse, which hurt, but was nothing compared to the beatings they all were soon 'used' to. (Second form of "hit" here)
- She's eighteen, and after having saved nearly every cent she'd made at her part time job throughout high school, is managing to take a few classes at the local community college, but she still lives at home. Mostly because she can't afford her own place, but also because she still wanted to look out for her mother, and her younger brother.
General idea? Mom doesn't know what else to do, but knows her kids' lives are in danger when one day the husband takes it too far and threatens to kill them all. She can't go to the police, knowing he would find out before they were able to do anything. So, in a moment of desperation, she hires a hit man, and that's where the story will start. With their first meeting. His style is a bit different. He likes to get to know the 'victim' and everything surrounding their life, just so he isn't sloppy with his work. That means spending some time around the family when he can, in any way he can, and spending time around this drunk bastard whenever he can. As much as he hates to admit it at first, the daughter catches his eye. She's fiery, though, and even after her mother lets her daughter know what's going on, the girl isn't too fond of him. Neither is her boyfriend. That all changes, though, eventually. He's there to protect her when she finally admits that her own boyfriend is becoming abusive.
But she isn't the only one who needs saving - as the hit man gives an Oscar-worthy performance when it comes to hiding his drug habit (Third form of 'hit'). So...she may have to save him, after all.
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I know this is pretty random and jumbled at the moment, but I didn't want to include too many details because like I said, this will be our story, and I'd like us both to add to it. Obviously, there will need to be some doubling up going on. I'm comfortable playing all male characters if you'd be willing to take the women.
Rules and Regulations
-Please use decent grammar, and try to give at least three decent paragraphs per post. I tend to go off of how much my partner can give, so if you want to write a novel, it might take me some time but I'll try to write one back.
-This RP will definitely contain 'adult' situations, and I'm looking for someone who can play out such. That means violence, sex (when called for), language, drugs, etc. Obviously, this will have to be played out in some kind of private setting.
-I can post at least once a day, usually. Sometimes more. If you can't, that's fine, just let me know.
If you're interested in any of this, or have any questions, feel free to shoot me a PM. Thanks!
- He's a talented young hit man. It didn't matter how he had gotten into the industry, but he had, and he was good at it. With an exterior shell as hard as concrete, and a tattoo of a crucifix on his forearm, he was a walking contradiction.
- She's in her forties, and on her third marriage...and the worst one yet. The alcohol, she could handle. She'd always been able to handle the men in her life drinking themselves silly. But the aftermath of liquor with those men had usually been sex...either with her or someone else they decided to pick up at a bar. With this one, though, it was different. He was abusive, to her, to her eighteen year old daughter, and her six year old son. It started out as nothing more than verbal abuse, which hurt, but was nothing compared to the beatings they all were soon 'used' to. (Second form of "hit" here)
- She's eighteen, and after having saved nearly every cent she'd made at her part time job throughout high school, is managing to take a few classes at the local community college, but she still lives at home. Mostly because she can't afford her own place, but also because she still wanted to look out for her mother, and her younger brother.
General idea? Mom doesn't know what else to do, but knows her kids' lives are in danger when one day the husband takes it too far and threatens to kill them all. She can't go to the police, knowing he would find out before they were able to do anything. So, in a moment of desperation, she hires a hit man, and that's where the story will start. With their first meeting. His style is a bit different. He likes to get to know the 'victim' and everything surrounding their life, just so he isn't sloppy with his work. That means spending some time around the family when he can, in any way he can, and spending time around this drunk bastard whenever he can. As much as he hates to admit it at first, the daughter catches his eye. She's fiery, though, and even after her mother lets her daughter know what's going on, the girl isn't too fond of him. Neither is her boyfriend. That all changes, though, eventually. He's there to protect her when she finally admits that her own boyfriend is becoming abusive.
But she isn't the only one who needs saving - as the hit man gives an Oscar-worthy performance when it comes to hiding his drug habit (Third form of 'hit'). So...she may have to save him, after all.
---
I know this is pretty random and jumbled at the moment, but I didn't want to include too many details because like I said, this will be our story, and I'd like us both to add to it. Obviously, there will need to be some doubling up going on. I'm comfortable playing all male characters if you'd be willing to take the women.
Rules and Regulations
-Please use decent grammar, and try to give at least three decent paragraphs per post. I tend to go off of how much my partner can give, so if you want to write a novel, it might take me some time but I'll try to write one back.
-This RP will definitely contain 'adult' situations, and I'm looking for someone who can play out such. That means violence, sex (when called for), language, drugs, etc. Obviously, this will have to be played out in some kind of private setting.
-I can post at least once a day, usually. Sometimes more. If you can't, that's fine, just let me know.
If you're interested in any of this, or have any questions, feel free to shoot me a PM. Thanks!
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