kithendricks

[kithendricks]

WITH: @alessandradonatelli WHERE: Any bar @ the yacht party WHEN: Pre-plot drop

It wasn't a matter of avoidance anymore, time itself had been enough to force the wedge between them even further apart. They just didn't run in the same circles, something Kit had been naïve to all those years ago. But now her father had passed away - a blessing to Kit, but to Alessandra... Her world had been shaken to its core. But to reach out to the woman whose heart he had torn apart? Even Kit hadn't been bold enough to do that.

But now, with enough alcohol in his bloodstream and a party as a buffer, Kit had found himself subconsciously seeking her out. He wouldn't be surprised to not find her there considering she was likely still mourning the loss of her father. But equally he wouldn't be surprised to find her there too, knowing the name Donatelli came with a hell of a lot of commitments.

She was at the bar, and she was alone. There was a moment of hesitation in Kit's step, but he knew if he didn't approach her now, he never would.

"Surprised to see you at this party." he leaned against the bar, his eyes not yet falling upon hers, instead they danced between the floating figures behind her. "Then again, you always had a way of surprisin' me."

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"They're so fuckin' easy to manipulate." Kit couldn't help but deeply chuckle, his hand rubbing the carefully groomed beard on his chin. "Man, how are they still runnin' this city?" he shook his head, still smiling in amusement. He knew - they had their fingers in every pie, and all it took for other people to look the other way was huge piles of money. It was the one thing that kept the world spinning on its axis.

"Shit I think I've already been roped into one just tryna' order a drink. If you see me postin' on Facebook about how much money I've made in a week, just straight up shoot me." he joked but in truth, Kit felt the same. He had that same feeling a sense of ease whenever he turned a corner and saw one of his own. "If we're the only sane ones here, then we're all fucked." Kit laughed deeply again, although his eyes never stopped searching the dancing crowds below.

"Definitely the nepo baby. They prance around knowin' daddy's money will always protect them." he sniffed harshly, already considering lighting another cigarette. "Fuck it, I might just punch him myself."

“Christ, don’t remind me,” he muttered, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Whole room smelled like cheap perfume and panic.” He hadn't actually been there, having slipped out early on for a different type of entertainment, but the less people who knew that, the better. He took a long drink from his glass, eyes scanning the crowd. “You’d think nearly losing half a board to mystery fire might make people a little warier, but nah. Dress code changes, stakes stay the same.” His tone was low, dry—amused but alert, like a coyote waiting for the wind to shift.

“Glad you came though,” he added after a beat, not looking at Kit but meaning it. “Every time I turn around I feel like I’m about to be pitched a pyramid scheme wrapped in a peace treaty. Good to have someone who doesn’t talk in fuckin’ riddles.”

Then, eyes narrowing slightly on a group near the far side of the deck, León gave Kit a nudge with his elbow. “Place your bets now—who’s the first to start bleeding?”

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"Boss' orders." he grumbled with disinterest, although Kit understood the importance of the Outlaws MC having some kind of presence at the yacht party. It was The Network's arrival into the underground crime world of LA, and if the Outlaws were to ever be taken as a serious contender, they had to show face. That didn't mean Kit had to be happy about it though.

"Don't think I haven't tried that one already." he flashed a smile of mischief over the rim of his glass, taking a sip of the smooth golden liquid. Truthfully, the party hadn't been awful. He had mostly been wandering from deck to deck, enjoying one too many cigarette breaks away from the buzz of the intoxicated. "Ain't gonna lie, I'm startin' to think this whole 70's vibe is kinda my thing. Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll?" Kit whistled. "Damn, where do I sign up?"

He turned to face Nellie, his fingers moving to his neck to emphasise a pop of his collar. "Yeah? You like it, huh? Especially the little-" his fingers traced the line of his shirt, passing the few buttons he had purposely left open. "Thought I'd give the ladies a little tease, y'know?" he jokingly winked, flashing his chest to her like a parading bird of paradise.

who: @kithendricks where: yacht party

Nellie had been making a game out of spotting the most overdressed person on the boat. So far it was a three-way tie between a woman in a floor-length fur coat (despite the 70-degree weather), a guy in gold bell bottoms so tight they could double as a medical emergency, and someone wearing actual angel wings, because why not.

She tipped the rest of her drink back—something citrusy and strong—and turned just as Kit came into view, cutting through the crowd like a guy who, to her, looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. It made her smile, the kind that tugged at the corner of her mouth more than it showed full-on.

“Well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the club house,” she said, loud enough for him to hear over the thump of retro disco pulsing beneath them. “Didn’t think you’d make it. Figured you’d pull the ‘gotta check the oil’ excuse and ghost the whole thing.”

She gave him a once-over, amused and a little too knowing. “Gotta say though—This look? Strong choice. Makes you the only man here I don’t wanna set on fire.” A beat. “Yet.”

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Kit had never been one for dancing, instead he was the aloof observer, most likely with a beer in one hand and a half burnt cigarette in the other. He was very aware he wasn't on home terf, and that fact alone made him grip his beer a little harder, ready to disappear at the first sign of trouble.

"That, and cocaine." he scoffed as he mirrored Leon's posture, leaning against the cool railing. "I'm here to see what crazy shit cracks off tonight." Kit confessed, the beer bottle at his lips masking his amused smile. "C'mon, you remember the fucked up shit that happened at the gala." all the rich assholes that surrounded them were quick to forget what happened to the board when they were presented with an excuse to dress up and get drunk. "These fuckers might've forgotten what happened, but there's one asshole out there that hasn't and I bet your ass they're here tonight, watchin'... Lurkin'." Kit's eyes danced amongst the crowd, as if he was trying to spot the odd one out.

who: open ( @bloodnglorystart ) where: yacht party

León leaned against the railing of the upper deck, a cigarette tucked behind his ear and a plastic cup of decent-enough bourbon in hand. The breeze off the water barely cut through the heat of the party, thick with body glitter and polyester and whatever punch someone had spiked way too hard below deck.

He hadn't moved much since arriving—just enough to grab a drink, dodge small talk, and find a vantage point to watch the night unfold like a slow car crash wrapped in gold lamé.

He took a sip, eyes tracking a passing group in matching paisley getups, and snorted under his breath.

"Bet half these people are two minutes away from passing out in a puddle of their own sweat," he muttered, more amused than concerned. "Who knew disco came with heatstroke?" A beat, then a glance sideways—“You here for the free booze, the view, or just lost on your way to Studio 54?” he asked, dry as ever, not quite smiling.

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All these years later, it still wasn't easy for Kit to be around all these people he perhaps one day could have considered friends, family. Their flamboyant outfits with their obnoxious egos to match were almost enough for a permanent frown to find residence upon his features, but Kit had found a welcome interlude at the flowing bar outside.

With a beer in hand, Kit watched the party unravel around him through his tinted sunglasses - nobody needed to see the judgement that settled heavily within his gaze. "Bein' here makes me wanna jump off the side of the boat, prayin' to god I find a shark on the brink of starvation once I reach the bottom." he explained matter-of-factly, although truthfully Kit was finally pleased to find someone normal on this boat.

"Do you wanna scream I'm the king of the world?" Kit pushed with a raised eyebrow as he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to find his crumpled cigarette packet. "I'll headbutt anyone who looks at you weird." he offered, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips as he searched for a lighter.

open starter: cassidy + anyone! where: yacht party

"does being here tempt you to pull a titantic pose or am i the only one who wants to give into temptation?" cassie asks, smoke blowing from his mouth. he had been alone for a bit, but finally heard footsteps coming his way. "and i'm not talking about the i'm flying jack." he pauses to take one last drag from his vape before putting into his pocket. "i mean the king of the world pose. that's the one i want to do." he tells them chuckle slightly.

he had been with everyone else inside, but he needed to get away. he was becoming too hot from dancing and being surrounded by bodies. luckily for him he was able to find an outfit that wasn't too hot. everyone seemed to be into the dancing and drinking that he didn't think he have company.

he finally turns around and looks at who joined him. "so, are you tempted to scream i'm the king of the world ... or shall we just stand here in complete silence?"

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Boyd Holbrook as Clement Mansell JUSTIFIED: CITY PRIMEVAL (1x03)

[kithendricks]

ABOUT ;

Name: Kit Hendricks

Age: 39

Gender & pronouns: Cismale & he/him

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Time in Los Angeles: His whole life

Occupation: Tail Gunner for The Outlaws MC and mechanic at Velocity Motors

Relationship status: Single

Bio trigger warnings: violence, cancer, death

CONNECTION IDEAS

Please read below for his intro !!

Growing up within the Outlaws MC, one would think that a boy would grow into a violent and unforgiving man. And at times, Kit could very much be the man the city decided he was going to be. But at other times, he was the very essence of his mother. She made sure that despite the reputation and expectations of the MC, that his childhood would only be filled with love. His mother was like the sun, she grew flowers in the darkest parts of his father, and oftentimes all those around her too. She was kind, generous, and never let the anguish of the Outlaws MC touch their home. While Kit's father was the tail gunner, his mother was the caregiver to the Outlaws, taking them under her wing as if they were her own.

Every part of Kit that was good and kind, he put it all down to the way his mother raised him. He had her heart, but his father's soul. The MC's blood ran deep within their son, and he knew from an early age that he would become a prospect as soon as he was old enough.

Never did he think he could ever be pulled away from the Outlaws... Until he fell in love. Her name was Alessandra Donatelli and she was the forbidden fruit. Kit knew he was dancing with the devil by even approaching a daughter of Emilio Donatelli, but there was something about the woman that rendered him entirely transfixed. It happened almost instantly - they only had eyes for each other. Kit didn't understand how or why, but something within him that him he had been waiting for a woman like Alessandra. His final missing piece.

They dated for some time, in private. Both of them knew that the true nature behind their relationship would send waves within city, and they didn't want to tarnish what they had. But they soon learnt that every decision they made, every step they took, it would come with a price. Their relationship became exposed, and suddenly they were in the stark harsh gaze of her father. Desperate for his approval, Kit sat down with his own parents, and made the decision to step away from the Outlaws. His father took a hell of a lot of convincing, his mother however, she encouraged him almost to move away from the Outlaws. Her son was happy and in love, and it was all she had ever wanted for him.

It was a heavy weight Kit had to carry, but he made the decision to leave the Outlaws, and in an attempt to win over Emilio, he became a cleaner for The Family. It was a lowly job, one that required him to be called out at any hour of the morning, but Kit would do it, if it meant he could be with Alessandra. For a short while, things were going well. He worked tirelessly, he loved hard - despite the disapproving glances from Emilio.

But then his mother became sick, and he was drawn back to the MC. Every member rallied around the Hendricks family, the doctors advising they were able to treat her illness, but it would be a long and difficult battle. They knew the treatment would require a lot of money, and so Kit took on extra work and extra hours to help try and pay for it. Despite how hopeful the doctors had originally been, the cancer was more aggressive than they could have hoped. During this time, he spoke to his mother of his love for Alessandra and she spoke of her dreams to see him married. It was a pipeline dream for Kit and Alessandra, but Kit had a spontaneous spirit, and asked for her hand without even asking for permission from Emilio himself.

This was perhaps the decision that ruined it all. Emilio sent a message to Kit... One that ensured Emilio and his men could find him alone at night. They left him bloodied and bruised, barely conscious yet with an ultimatum. End his engagement with Alessandra and return to the Outlaws, or find himself in a coffin alongside his mother. Finally, Emilio had broken Kit's spirit and he finally realised what kind of life he had promised to her by proposing. If they intended on marrying, she would have only been exposed to disapproval and disappointment. And Kit knew she deserved better than that. A lowly MC boy would never been enough for a daughter of Emilio Donatelli, and how foolish of Kit to believe he ever was.

The next day, the engagement was over and Kit returned home. His mother tended his broken heart, and held him just as she had done when he was a child. It was only months later when her battle was finally over, the sickness took her life and for a while, Kit struggled to continue on and find his passion for the Outlaws again. But they rallied around him once again, held him up on the days he couldn't, and slowly but surely, he found his feet again firmly within the club. He stepped into the role of tail gunner after his father's retirement, and has never looked back since.

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