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He had no business really being out in the forest besides the fact that it was a lot less quiet out here. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't fearful, he knew that he could handle his own. A yelp led him to become more aware of his surroundings, looking for the source.

"You going to be okay to walk on that?" He had his fair share of injuries, and if he was in Eli's position, he's not sure he'd be making the trek back at the moment. Though he wasn't sure of the extent of her injury. "We'll need to make it back before it gets dark." He didn't particularly agree to helping, but he wasn't going to leave her stranded. "Keep what you have." He didn't want to owe anyone, even if this was considered a fair trade.

where: outskirts of the forrests

who: open

Eli had been out scavving. It has been how she survived for most of her adulthood, and now it was her escape. This place had begun to feel small, oppressive. There was an itch to escape that was completely at odds with the life she was trying to live.

She was nearly back to this strange imitation of civilization when her foot caught in a small pot hole, twisting her ankle and sending her tumbling to the ground.

Eli cried out, quickly realizing as she tried to stand that it was unlikely to hold her weight. A sound behind her sent her heart racing. Hunter seemed much more likely than friend out here.

"Hello?" She called cautiously, looking around for the source of the noice, unsure if man or beast would be worse. "Help me back and I'll split my finds with you..."

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rightcous, a dependent mumu for devilselbowhq featuring:

grant reed. 38. garrett hedlund. intro. threads. archie mirza. 39. riz ahmed. intro. threads. + muse page

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INTRODUCING ARCHIE MIRZA

FULL NAME: Archibald "Archie" Mirza. GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man & he/him. AGE & BIRTHDAY: October 25th & 39. WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Devil's Elbow. FACTION: Shamrocks. OCCUPATION: Hitman for the Shamrocks and Bouncer at Hell's Gate. STRENGTHS: Determined, intuitive, discreet, flexible, self-reliant. WEAKNESSES: Resentful, impatient, secretive, tactless, and rigid. FACECLAIM: Riz Ahmed.

ABOUT

drug addiction tw, violence tw, killing tw

It seemed like Archie was doomed from the start, being born to two parents who spent most of their time addicted to drugs. The sad part was, Archie could never tell when they were under the influence, because they always were. They were much more concerned with their next score, rather than their son and it felt like he pretty much had to raise himself. Maybe that's why he never learned the truth of right or wrong. A crappy home life mixed with a disdain for school left him with not much of a drive for the future. He didn't care about what he was going to do with his future, figuring that he was just doomed to fall into the same habits that his parents had. And it seemed like he was heading that way.

He didn't intend to become a hired killer. It started with needing money, doing favors for others like threats, where he'd get paid. It then turned into him happy to use his services for more than just threats. It wasn't that he was a psycho or anything, he just liked the money and the control.

Killing people is the last thing he expected to be doing. Having a purpose, though, has given him something to turn to rather than drugs. Maybe he is an addict, just like his parents, but in a different way. He can kill someone, clean it up, and go about his day afterwards. He's good at what he does, and discreet at it. He lends his services to the Shamrocks, as well as others, but is happy to give his loyalty to the Shamrocks.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

people who have used his services, fwbs, psuedo-siblings, friends from other factions, etc.

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INTRODUCING GRANT REED

FULL NAME: Grant Reed. GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man & he/him. AGE & BIRTHDAY: 38 & December 31st. WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Burnington. FACTION: Jackals. OCCUPATION: Vice President for the Jackals / Mechanic at the Fishery. STRENGTHS: Loyal, confident, daring, youthful, spontaneous. WEAKNESSES: Pessimistic, hot-tempered, strong-willed, impatient, erratic. FACECLAIM: Garrett Hedlund.

ABOUT

parental death tw, parental abandonment tw

It was just Grant and his dad for as long as he could remember, his mom dipped before his first birthday. His dad was a member of the Jackals, and would sometimes include his son in his shenanigans. His dad didn’t pay much attention to him otherwise, usually ending up getting drunk and doing runs rather than hanging out with his son. It ended up with Grant kind of fending for himself, and usually getting into trouble.

His whole entire life has been centered around the Club. But that's because he hasn't known much of anything else. However, he was always dead set on proving himself to the Club. He likes to think he has, ready to go down to war for them if needed. A true ride or die.

His dad died after a few years after retiring from being an active member. Or at least that's what he thinks. He kind of just didn't come back one day, and Grant figured he fell into a ditch or something. It hasn't effected him too much, considering he saw him more as a peer than a father.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends from other factions, mutual understandings, exes, childhood friends, etc.,

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It was hard for him to keep his sticky fingers to himself, but he knew that a lotta these people here didn't deserve getting their shit taken. He tried to at least show enough self-restraint to only do it to those who had it coming. "Gettin'?" He joked, looking around at the market. "I'm startin' to think that we gotta do everything ourselves. People got not competence 'round here lately."

who:  open

where:  the  merchant  market

the  market  was  loud  today—louder  than  usual.  voices  overlapping,  deals  being  shouted  over  the  clatter  of  crates  and  boots  on  pavement.  inés  moved  through  it  like  she  always  did,  quiet  and  steady,  a  satchel  on  her  shoulder  and  her  ledger  peeking  out  from  under  her  arm.

she  stopped  at  a  stall  selling  dried  goods,  picked  up  a  bundle  of  herbs—rosemary,  maybe,  or  something  pretending  to  be—and  rolled  it  between  her  fingers.  it  crumbled  too  easily.  stale.

“you’re  charging  full  for  this?”  she  said,  not  unkind,  just  unimpressed.

she  didn’t  wait  for  an  answer.  just  stepped  aside,  letting  someone  brush  past  her.  her  gaze  lifted,  scanning  the  crowd,  not  really  looking  for  anyone—but  not  avoiding  it  either.

“place  is  getting  sloppy,”  she  muttered,  mostly  to  herself,  adjusting  the  strap  on  her  shoulder. 

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(You've become very important to a lot of people around here. You know? It's true.) "Thank you."

Riz Ahmed as Ruben Stone Sound of Metal (2019) dir. Darius Marder

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GARRETT HEDLUND DIRT MUSIC (2019) dir. Gregor Jordan