2, 6, 11
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
"My kid. I tell him probably fifty times a day."
06: How do you want to die?
"I don't know, man, I try not to think about that. In my sleep? When I'm a hundred and fifty?"
11: Do you like someone?
"Pretty much every girl I make eye contact with. I'm not very hard to please."
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he just nodded in response to her thanks, holding his little stack of movies in his hands and beginning to put them in their correct spots himself. just to take a little of the job off Abbey. "is it? what's it even about? digging holes?" he asked skeptically, giving her a sideways look from beside her. though he let out a laugh when she explained further. "oh shit, it is just about digging holes. wow, yeah, sounds... sounds riveting, Ab." he shook his head gently. "would Josh be into it? I don't think he's that big on, uh... manual labor-based movies, but I'll trust your judgement here. you're the expert."
"Thanks," She smiled over at him, he didn't have to help but Riley was sweet like that and she was grateful every time he showed that side of himself. "I mean you're right, it is kind of weird. But in a fun way rather than a fever dream way." Abbey laughed as she pressed her hands onto her knees and stood up, rubbing her hands on her jeans. "I mean, they dig a lot of holes. It's pretty apt. Plus it's based on a book which I have not read, but is apparently good, if that matters to you at all."
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at this point, Riley felt like he was at the bodega nearly as much as he was at his own job. living nearby it was an easy spot to stop at - but most of the time, he was just there to bother Lincoln and whatever members of his family were working. today it was just Lincoln, at least up at the front. he would bet anything that Mr. Abbott was lingering around nearby somewhere to come in if he had to scold his kid about the headphones he wasn't supposed to be wearing.
the customer that Lincoln abruptly addressed looked shocked at the sudden question, but quietly excused themselves to exit the bodega all together, empty-handed. Riley, who had been lazily leaning against the counter with a magazine in his hand that he'd swiped off the wrack. he tutted in disapproval. "you're scaring off your cliental, man. that guy was definitely a paying customer and not trying to steal something." he tossed the magazine back onto the counter, turning to lean against it and face his friend. "your dad'll kill you if he came in right now. you know how much he hates those." he nodded at the headphones looped around his neck.
𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 / OPEN . @aughtsstarters
𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 / LOCAL BRONX BODEGA (DELI) .
(only will take three people for this starter)
haphazardly organizing products behind the counter, lincoln lightly bopped his head to the hip-hop music that flowed through the headphones that were tightly placed on, flattening his dyed, blonde curls. while lincoln’s father wasn’t all too fond of his son openly being distracted while working, lincoln didn’t see the problem. there was no active customers and he was still getting the job done by stocking. still, if his father popped into the shop right now? lincoln would most definitely slip off his headphones to avoid the oncoming argument.
❝ y’know what you’re looking for ? ❞ lincoln asked as he saw a rather confused customer, sliding his headphones down from his ears as the loud tunes could be heard through the speakers. ❝ don’t be afraid to ask, i don’t bite. ❞
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generally when Riley was here, it was with Joshua in tow. his kid loved spending half an hour looking at the movies all the shelves, having Riley hold about fifteen of them at once until he gently reminded his son that they were only getting three at max. this time, though, it was just him - Josh was at his mom's, and Riley was half looking for something to keep him busy that evening, and half loitering just to say hi to Abbey.
"you sure?" Riley asked in response as he looked at the DVD in his hand before looking back over at Abbey again. "shit - sorry. here." he knelt down to help her gather up the fallen movies on the floor. "but, I don't know, Abbey, this one seems... weird. like, come on, Holes?" he looked down at the DVD he'd selected again skeptically. "how'm I supposed to take it seriously with that name?"
'She will be loved' played over the speakers and Abbey couldn't help but sing along as she restocked some candy bars. She had to keep herself composed though because for whatever reason the song made her cry if she got too into it. She stuck the last pack of Reeses in place and did a quick walk around the store making sure there was nothing needing her attention.
Someone had left a mess of some film cases, a couple strewn across the floor. Abbey knelt down and restacked them with a sigh, figuring some teens had been careless. She stood up and glanced at the person browsing further down the aisle. "That's a great one." She pointed out a film they seemed to be focused on.
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( young aaron paul, he/him, cismale ) i’m pretty sure i just ran into riley gibson! you know them, they’re the 29 year old mechanic that’s been here for 6 years. they can be pretty laidback, but on the d.l., they’re also flippant. i have their ringtone set as clint eastwood by gorillaz in my cell. next time you’re around the bronx, tell them to give me a call! ( kirby, 24, she/her, cst )
hey y'all, i'm kirby! thanks for joining our little group :') here's my little mid 2000s king
stats!
name: riley glenn gibson
d.o.b.: may 23rd, 1975
hometown: carson city, nv
current residence: brooklyn, nyc
height: 5'8" (5'10" according to him)
sexuality: heterosexual
positive traits: friendly, laidback, talkative, engaged
negative traits: flippant, spineless, dismissive, flaky
family: renee gibson (mother, 48yrs), joshua gibson (son, 5yrs)
about! (neglect tw)
riley was born to single mother renee gibson in carson city, nevada, midway through the 70s. she told him about a million things about his long-lost dad: he was a police officer killed in the line of duty, he was a famous musician that refused to settle down, he was away on a secret mission but he'd be back to meet his son one day. all lies. riley never knew him, and he was pretty sure renee hardly did either. it was just the two of them.
though it began to feel more and more like just him as time went on. renee worked a lot to afford the apartment they lived in, meaning her son was often left to his own devices. there were a lot of peanut butter sandwiches when he was growing up, and even more nights biking around their neighborhood and chatting with anyone he could. his life became a pretty lonely one the older he got, the more he craved any companionship.
school was a very comfortable place for him because of that. his grades were decent, not as good as they could be, but he never flunked a class. even the ones during which he spent more time talking than listening. he liked the company he had with his classmates and even the faculty. throughout his time as a student, he took up just about whatever extra curricular he found even mildly interesting: theater, baseball, student council. whatever kept him out of the house for longer.
after he graduated, riley enrolled in a local community college, not far away from where he grew up. but, now eighteen, renee pushed him to start working and contributing to the household funds. rent, groceries, utility bills. at first he was glad to help out. he lived there too after all. but his small portion grew and grew, until eventually he was paying almost all of their expenses. wherever his mother's paychecks were going was beyond him, because she seemed to stopped contributing altogether. he enjoyed college a lot, even if he was just taking some basic classes, but it got to a point where he couldn't afford it with the money he was making, and he just didn't have time for it with how much he was working. he had to drop out.
by the time he was twenty, riley had enough. he was worn out, he was overworked, and he was trapped in a box that had progressively gotten smaller. he wanted out. so he saved what money he could for a few months, piled into his 1988 ford taurus with a few suitcases and trash bags, and crossed the country to move to new york city. the first year or two was anything but easy. he floated around a lot, relying primarily on the kindness of strangers and cheap hotels, but he got himself an apartment in the bronx.
finding himself a job as a mechanic who knew very, very little about cars initially, riley worked as much as he could to afford to enroll himself back into school. he liked working on cars, and he eventually got half decent at it, but it wasn't what he wanted long term. he wanted to know how businesses worked, understand money a little better, try to give himself a stable future to make up for the unstable past he'd grown up in. it was a hard balance, but a nice one. he was happy.
but his plans got waylaid again. he'd met a girl, and their fling didn't last too terribly long, but the result of it would. they were surprised with a little boy, affectionately called joshua, in october of 1999 he was unexpected in every way but instantly consumed riley's life. once again, he put his education on hold, but with far less hesitation this time. he adored his son with every piece of himself, and his one and only goal was to give him a childhood that he'd envied so greatly when he was younger.
now 29, riley's life is still pretty consumed by his job and his son, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
headcanons + wanted connections!
absolutely 100% has undiagnosed adhd. textbook case of it if i can be honest with you
he lies about his height but it isn't because he has Little Man Syndrome. he just genuinely is convinced he's 5'10". happens to forget every time anyone corrects him
god awful at video games. tries his absolute best but he's been stuck on the same level of sonic adventure 2 for like a year and a half
lives in a little two bedroom apartment in the bronx that he struggles to afford sometimes, but he had to make sure josh had his own room even if they share custody. and yes it's sonic themed
can diagnose your car problems and will try his very best to fix them for free. maybe a part or two would mysteriously go missing from the shop in the process but... hey who's to say haha
slight abandonment issues bc yaknow. he's a clinger
i would l o v e to have his baby mama here! i imagine they coparent well and are friendly, but honestly i'm up for whatever
i'd also love some roomies that he might have had in the past. probably people that were nice enough to let the lil dude crash for extended periods of time when he was new to the city
also some neighbors! he's the kind of guy that wastes his and everyones time making small talk at the mailbox
anything honestly i'm just excited to be here :)
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