TheRealCrow

Cloak and Dagger

Raul was assessing the man across from him. He looked kind of athletic, but also like a pretty average guy outside of a gnarly scar. The thought that this might be a sting operation certainly had crossed his mind, but this guy just didn't look like some kind of major player in the criminal underworld.

Of course maybe I don't either

And he wasn't. Sure, he may have been poised to take over his father's position but he was by no means a kingpin to be toppled. And besides, even with that rationale, why the United States? He knew they enjoyed meddling in his country's affairs, and well really the affairs of every place in South America, but still, it would seem far fetched.

Perhaps we're being recruited?

Some kind of criminal mastermind might see potential in us, and want us for some kind of bigger, grander exploits. He hoped that wasn't the case, because he wanted to be done with all of that. Is there any chance one of you is waiting for me interrupted his train of thought. He turned to look, and a lot of the thoughts of some kind of master criminal organization went out the window. This dude kind of looked like a dork. He reminded him of the clueless tourists him and his brothers would rip off if they were dumb enough to stray far from their resorts. He cut off his own harsh judgement and began to stray to a different line of thought.

He looks kind of nerdy, maybe he does some kind of hacking type shit

He didn't know much about news in the states, but apparently these Anonymous guys were hacking everything or whatever. Maybe they wanted him? Raul didn't know shit about computers, but perhaps they needed guys with street smarts to enforce for them or something? He didn't really get how the Anonymous thing worked, it had been a passing conversation topic between him and his father at one point, but not much more.

Raul was taken aback by the other man's racially charged comment, and stood up before the man quickly apologized with a chuckle. He might have started a fight if he was back in Venezuela, but he was trying to be a new person, not one who started shit over everything. Still, he didn't want to let the comment go unchallenged, so he let out a "Hey man watch it" before a pale redheaded girl interrupted with an awkward greeting.

Alright, I legitimately have no clue whats going on

There didn't really seem to be any connection between the four of them. He truly was in the middle of a band of misfits. When the first man spoke of wasted time and began to walk off, Raul thought to do the same, before a strong voice made him turn to look. Him and his younger companion both looked more like what he had expected. Suits, a professional demeanor, the kind of guys who wheel and deal in the high levels of the cartels and crime rings in his area. The comment the newcomer made about the man about to leave did not go unnoticed either.

So this O'Connor guy has been in the game at least

He felt a little bit better. Whatever this was, he wasn't the only one with a past. And even though the fact that this man seemed to know about his was concerning, at least he seemed to plan on keeping it a secret.

Well I'd probably get a similar threat if I don't play along

And so knowing he had little choice in the matter at the stage he took a few pensive steps onto the elevator. He had been stewing in questions all day, and the new developments had only given him more. He had been hesitant to say much of anything, but he just had to know.

"Are you cops? Crime bosses? Those Anonymous hacker guys? Why me... or I mean us?"

He realized asking why he was chosen might reveal things he wasn't ready for just anyone to know. He only hoped that the man was bluffing when he said he knew everything about his past, because there were dark corners of it that he wanted to remain buried.

Cloak and Dagger

Typing my IC now

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Tyrone felt the low rumbling of the dropship turn into a violent shaking as the ship neared impact. Fifteen seconds he heard the medic say, and with it the adrenaline started pumping through his veins. He maintained a countdown in his own head so that he could be prepared for the hit.

Ten... nine...

During the long ride he felt like choking was a possibility, but no more. He was ready more than anything now

Eight... seven...

He clung to his sidearm. His sniper wouldn't be of use right out of the hatch, he wasn't even sure just how close to the heat they would all be. Luckily his handgun delivered a decent amount of firepower. He wouldn't be in his element in CQC, but he also wouldn't be useless.

Six... five...

He'd have to shut up and listen today. No thinking outside of the box. At this point his training was kicking in and he knew he wouldn't be able to be creative out there anyway.

Four... Three...

Tyrone was jostled by the sudden impact. His restraints weren't tight enough to keep him firmly in place, and he lurched forward into a sudden stop.

I must have been counting too slow

He wanted to blame the heat of the moment for his miscount, but marines should never blame the heat of the moment... after all in battle there's nothing outside of it. BOUNDING OVERWATCH rang through the air. He turned to see Rooster, as he called himself, transformed. Tyrone had half expected the guy to hop off the ship and try to make peace with his good vibes or something, but the guy looked, well, like a soldier. He shot up as he heard himself addressed by name. He moved out of the ship and echoed the corporal before getting into wedge formation.

Of course O'Hennessy was the first one out

Tyrone couldn't help but smirk. He was more ready for this than anything he has ever done. He turned on the HUD on his helmet and held his sidearm, still with the safety off and his finger off the trigger.

Don't take any risks until you see the enemy

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Tyrone's retreat into himself was interrupted by the impact of a cigarette on his lap. He turned to its source to see the strange man who had been rambling about vibes and music and... roosters? He hadn't been paying much attention. He was puzzled by the Corporal's Demeanor, he sounded less like a soldier and more like the protesters that always show up whenever they all gather for deployment. He handed back the cigarette while shaking his head firmly, he wouldn't be caught dead doing anything that would make him anything less than his best.

"So why is someone like... you a soldier anyway? Your attitude doesn't fit it much..." spotting the insignia on his armor he realized that he was speaking in a mildly distasteful tone to a superior, so after a pause he threw in a "sir" for good measure.

He realized as he was speaking that both him and the Medic next to him were asking the man questions at the same time.

"Oh excuse me I didn't mean to interrupt any conversations"

Cloak and Dagger

Raul stepped off the plane into a new world. The United States looked rather strange and foreign, or rather, just as strange and foreign as the inside of an airport looked to Raul before yesterday. As he took a moment to absorb his surroundings and recover he realized that he was forgetting his manners. He turned to the elderly woman next to him and said in Spanish

"Thank you for putting up with me, I have never been in a plane... I thought I was a tough guy until today, ha!"

She smiled and told him that anyone would feel nervous on their first flight before patting his back reassuringly and parting ways. He realized that he may not get to speak his native tongue again for a while. He likely would never have gotten this opportunity had it not been for the extensive English lessons his father had paid for. You'll need this when the Garcia family business goes international, son he would always say.

That 'family business' was something he was looking forward to leaving behind. The danger, the fear, the death that always surrounded him had become too much. Still all of this was secondary to the guilt. The crosses that adorned his home always felt in conflict with the violence that surrounded it.

We're just surviving like everyone else was always what he was told. Perhaps they were right, but that was a moot point now; whatever lay ahead at that terminal could not be more dangerous than what he had seen at Caracas. And in that he took comfort.

Despite all of this, he found himself thinking of home longingly. His bed wasn't much but it was certainly better than sleeping in one of those seats. Raul stopped to stretch his aching back and legs.

Or trying to sleep anyway

He was tempted by travelers sprawled out on benches around him to do the same to get just a few minutes of shuteye, but he was already running late for... something. And so he quickened his pace before checking a clock on the wall.

12:20, shit

It wasn't until he found himself facing the unfinished terminal that he realized the utter insanity of what he was doing. He considered himself street-smart; he would never go through with a deal that had hints of a sting or ambush, and yet here he was, half a world away based on the most suspicious instructions he had ever received in his life.

Perhaps my desire to get out made me do something really, really stupid.

He almost wanted to turn back and forget that he had ever come, but he didn't have the money to get a ticket home even if he wanted to buy one. The outside of the terminal looked unassuming, and he knew that the only thing left was to move past the tape.

I wish I had brought a weapon

He didn't want to take the risk that comes with taking arms of any kind into an airport, and more importantly he was trying to leave all of that behind; he had never really been without a gun on his hip or a knife taped to his calf under his jeans at the very least. It made him feel exposed and vulnerable, which is why he was extremely timid as he quietly entered the terminal, and eventually moved through his empty surroundings toward the gate.

The last thing he expected was some kid listening to music. He could hear the bassy thump of rap beats from some distance, but couldn't discern much more. He looked rather nondescript and bored, not very different from the hundreds of other passengers he had walked by. He went from feeling scared to mildly awkward as he sat down on a different bench near the kid. Did he know about this strange letter? He patted the one in his own jean pocket.

I might need to show this to someone, better not lose it

Was he just lost, or maybe trying to get away from all of the noise in the terminal? Raul didn't know what to say, and so he didn't say anything. He let the quiet music from his headphones fill the room between them as he sat and pondered his next move.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Tyrone broke his hard military stare for a moment and let his face turn to a half-smile. The two interactions with superiors he had thus far contrasted quite a bit, and he hadn't met many of a higher rank who were so friendly off the bat. He realized that it he should probably return the courtesy he had been given.

"I'm... I'm Tyrone"

He had almost forgotten what his own name even was, and it certainly felt strange to say it out loud again, even his father called him Harvey most of the time at home. He smirked and nodded at Anan's comment before following closely behind. The quick pace and bustling action all around them made conversation impossible as they winded through the ship. He followed suit in grabbing his own munitions behind the sergeant before tailing him onto the team's drop-ship. He regretted missing the speech made by his boisterous officer, but had he been seated he wouldn't have heard much anyway, because the reality of his situation was beginning to dawn and give him the jitters. He followed Anan's offer to sit, and as he strapped himself in tightly the world fell away around him. He had taken a handful of lives, rabbits, deer, whatever his father would drag him along to hunt, but the thought of putting an end to a human being was difficult for him to swallow in that moment.

Breathe

He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths, leaning back in his seat. He heard and felt nothing but the beating of his own heart. The yelling of O'Hennessy, the rumbling of the ship, something about good vibes... He was in and out of his own mind.

Dont freeze up

Privates who freeze up cost lives and lose battles. There were always a few who ran, or just stood like a deer in the headlights in the face of the enemy.

DONT FREEZE UP

This battle would decide whether he'd rise fast or be relegated to desk duty forever. Tyrone was on the fence about dishonor being worse than death, but he did know of something that was certainly worse than both; endless piles of paperwork.

DON'T FUCKING FREEZE UP

He was ordering himself to remain calm, or at least look it on the outside. He remained leaning back in his seat, clutching his gun and ensuring that the safety was on for the 100th time, just to keep himself occupied.

You're a Harvey, and you will not be the first one to disgrace this family

Somewhere along the line the voice in his head turned into that of his military father. Perhaps because he was always reminding him not to be a fuck up more than anything. Yet despite all of the anxiety and images of failure running through his mind, underneath it there was a twinge of excitement for what lay ahead.

Adrenaline is a fucked up thing

He kept his eyes closed and waited.

Cloak and Dagger

Name: Raul Garcia

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Nationality: Venezuelan

Description: Short (around 5'6") with a fixed mean expression. Brown eyes and dark black hair. Dresses in simple and somewhat raggy clothing, flannels, t-shirts, etc

Hometown: Caracas, Venezuela

Occupation: Part of a family who is a major player in the infamous organized crime networks of Venezuela. Has been involved in criminality from adolescence

Biography:

Raul grew up in a poor neighborhood in Caracas, the murder capital of Venezuela and one of the most dangerous places on Earth. The Garcia family held a large stake in the drug trade; Raul and his brothers were an integral part of the family business from a very young age. Because of this, life in Caracas was even more dangerous for him than the average citizen, and on multiple occasions attempts were made to kidnap or kill him. He knew that his father was a business-minded man who would never pay a ransom or give an inch to any captors in exchange for his life, which made him all the more tenacious in his attempts to escape when the time came to run. The stronghold that the Garcia's had on Caracas was finally broken when a rival outfit began expanding and taking out major player's in his father's cartel. When his father was killed, he was set to take over, but instead he chose to follow the instructions of a mysterious letter that seemed to come at an almost perfect time. Perhaps it was a setup, but Raul was hungry for a way out of a young death, his only regret was leaving his two younger brothers behind. He gave each brother some money and told them to leave Caracas before disappearing on a plane which he only hoped would lead to a new life.

Other:

- Raul considers himself at a crossroads, he did not enjoy the awful things he witnessed and had to do as part of an organized crime cartel, but criminality is almost second nature to him at this point. He has never lived on the right side of the law.

- At a young age he acted impulsively killed an older woman who happened to witness him and his brothers robbing a store, and since then the memory haunts him utterly. He hates himself for what he did and still has nightmares about her regularly.

- Raul wants to keep his past a secret. He is trying to move on with his life, which is the only reason he took a leap on an anonymous, strange letter.

- He is really sensitive about his height, not many things will make him want to throw punches quicker than a reference to his short stature

- He may seem off-putting at first, but if he warms up to someone and trusts them he can be extremely loyal

- Raul can speak English, but does have a thick accent

Cloak and Dagger Interest Check

sweet, Ill put my character up there

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Tyrone sharpened up at the sound of him being addressed as private. That had become his name over the last few months; he barely responded to Harvey at this point, never mind Tyrone.

He turned to meet the gaze of a rather big muscular guy, but the unimposing nature of his greeting made him seem less so, at least as compared to O'Hennessy, who might as well have been ten feet tall with his demeanor. His accent let him know that he was foreign, African probably. He knew as much as the whitest white guy on this ship about that continent, but despite the fact that they probably shared little more culturally than the color of their skin, it was nice to see another dude who looked like him. He felt himself loosening up as he assessed this guy as a potential friend, that was until he remembered he was about to attempt casual small talk with a superior, considering a fellow Private would never address him as such. He stiffened up once more.

"Sounds like a plan..."

He paused to look for a rank on him

"Sergeant"

Just then the ship's AI showed up and began firing off directions before making a snarky comment. He betrayed his own professionalism by turning to the Sergeant and asking casually:

"Who would program an AI for a military starship to be so... sassy? To keep things light perhaps? I guess that's why I'm just a soldier and not a science guy or whatever"

The fact that they were alone and drop time was rapidly approaching dawned on Tyrone once more as he realized he hadn't really absorbed the directions he had been given. Either way, he figured he would follow the sergeant.

"Lead on"

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Alright, Im home typing up my post now, sorry if I held anyone up