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mateo was just trying to get to a spot to take in some fresh air when he felt like somebody was watching him. he shrugged it off; it was probably the paranoia brought on by a late night. he continued to make his way toward a bench until he accidentally tripped over a piece of sidewalk jutting out from the ground. "ow, fuck!"

@rosetonstarters || Laurel's eyes squinted, hawk-like, at the figure a few yards ahead of her. She'd been perched on a bench in Roseton Square, pretending to read a book when she first heard them, and she swore by this, say the word heist. Color her intrigued! It was then that she started to stalk them around the square, ready to follow wherever they went next.

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"damn, working overtime?" mateo mused. he held up the brown bag of lunch before he sat down. "mind if i sit here and eat? all the other tables are taken and if i stay in my house another minute, i might lose my mind."

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Victoria's eyes rolled as a former colleague continued to complain on the phone to her about a contract that she had filed before leaving the Boston firm. "Where did you get your accreditations? A fucking cereal box?" Pushing her glasses to the crown of her head she turned to the figure approaching her. "Just send it to me I'll figure it out but you owe me." Hanging up Tori sighed. "Sorry that was just a shit show...anything I can do for you or?" At the small table at the park across from town hall she pushed the opposite chair out with her foot, inviting the other to sit.

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( taylor zakhar-perez, cis man, he/him) ⎯ mateo moreno has been a resident of roseton for thirty-two years . around the town , the thirty-two year old mechanic has been given the nickname, the maverick . i think it's because they are individualistic , but also headstrong . echo knows something dark and messed up about them ! [ greasy rags tossed on the concrete floor, frozen meal boxes tossed in the trash, and thick knit sweaters that smell vaguely of campfire smoke ] + [ jenn , est , twenty-eight , she/her ]

brief history:

mateo grew up in roseton to a really dysfunctional family that lead to his older sister ditching town and never being heard from again. that's basically the catalyst for his 'fuck you' attitude to the world. mateo's learned to take care of things himself after his family blew apart. he's stuck around in their family home in rose lane even after they all left, one by one. he got into being a mechanic because he's good with his hands and he doesn't really have to think about it too hard. it doesn't require too much customer service talk either. car broken. car fixed. easy peasy. he's usually pretty reliable except for the one night he drank a little too much and something happened. luckily, there were no witnesses. it happened two years ago and people still haven't managed to figure out what happened. mateo's taking that secret to the grave.

top points:

avoidant attachment style lol

works out of his garage, he's an entrepreneur like that

lowkey a hedonist because he doesn't really care about anything like that. living la vida loca fr

he's nice enough, but he'll keep everyone at arm's length

because of that he pretty much knows everything and everyone in town, like the local fly on the wall

possible connections:

loyal customer?

someone he's beefed with over a job

drinking buddy

silly shenanigan buddy

old family friend

old family enemy (idk everyone in his family were dicks, let's build history baby <3)

honestly whatever you wanna do, i'm here to party!! message me on discord at stinkydumpling !

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💫 / roleplay blog for rosetonfm.

mateo moreno -- intro.

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i am being hunted by a persistence predator called the consequences of my actions

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I disagree but I also don't respect your opinion

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU — 1999, dir. Gil Junger

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FRIENDS — 1.01 “The One Where Monica Gets a New Roommate”

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#me in any social situation

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D.H. Lawrence, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence wr. in November 1923