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christophcrb:

“because i fucking can’t, that’s.. yeah, i know.. that’s what i’m saying, it’s all fucked and..” his eyes snapped up to the person approaching him, pressing the phone closer to his ear –– as if it would make his conversation more private. “listen, i gotta go.” the words were rushed out, the nearing person obviously not supposed to hear even snippets of his phone call –– which was ended unceremoniously now. trying hard to look casual, he tried for a smile –– “ what are you doing here? ” he realised too late the stupidity of that question –– after all he was stood outside a quite frequented burger spot.

roy was digging through his pockets, in search of the few crumpled bills he’d swiped from one sibling or another. the family cooks could shove whatever fancy gourmet dishes they wanted under his nose, but roy would always prefer working class food. it was better, he swore it. “shouldn’t i be asking you that?” he retorted, finally pulling some cash from his pocket and studying it impassively. “didn’t think a limo would fit in the drive thru.” roy nodded idly to the lengthy line of cars wrapping around a section of the crumbling building. “guess that’d explain why you’re on foot, though,” he muttered.

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normally bailey is far more responsible, always making sure that if he was planning on sleeping with the window cracked open, it was wide enough to let the air through, but not to where his cat could easily slip under. apparently, last night he wasn’t as careful because the cottonball of a cat was nowhere to be seen and he was positive that the window had not been that wide open the previous night before he knocked out. “ hey! you haven’t happened to see a walking cloud puff hanging around this area have you? i think my cat got out last night. “ he said, stopping a passerby. “ she’s got a purple collar on, two colored eyes. she’s deaf but boy can she meow. her name’s dolly. “ 

he’d been rummaging through his pockets, seeking out a lighter to accompany the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. the question posed to him by a fellow passerby ( one of the bryant kids or something, he mused somewhat carelessly ) didn’t faze roy, focus remaining fixed on his search. “no,” he muttered eventually, briefly struggling around the cigarette, “but i wasn’t really looking.” that much was obvious — or at least roy thought it was. “might wanna try the shelter,” he suggested offhandedly, “pretty sure everyone in this fucking neighborhood has animal control on speed dial. you know,” he laughed humorlessly, still patting his jacket pockets, “just in case anything bigger than a squirrel comes around and tries to be an eyesore around here.”

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hcrtley:

“i prefer to lose no time; my time is precious to me. will i waste those saved two seconds? very likely. though, how much would i pay? that raises a good point. i’ll pay someone to get it! you’re smarter than i give you credit for.”

“that’s not even sort of what i meant but fine, whatever, if it’ll shut you the fuck up. when’d you get so whiny anyway? could’ve sworn you used to be a little less of an entitled spoiled prick, but then i’ve never really listened all that much when you talk since, you know, it’s like you said: wasting time bites.”

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hcrtley:

“i would prefer not to be near the elderly. they have a certain odor that i would much rather avoid than willingly expose myself to.”

“look, man. do you want to be able to get your triple double mocha soy shot bullshit whatever in peace or not? what’s it worth to you? clearly you’ll pay way more fucking money than you should for the caffeinated garbage itself, so i don’t see why you wouldn’t also be down to take two extra seconds out of your day to tell some batty old bitch that she really needs to move it or lose it.”

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hcrtley:

“here’s a question of manners, something that i think that we all might agree i’m a bit – let’s say lacking in. am i obligated to speak with the old woman who harasses me when i go to get my morning coffee? because, frankly, i don’t give a shit how much of a ‘nice young man’ i seem to be. that’s not my game. plus, she made mess up my order and i didn’t get soy milk. wouldn’t that offense in fact negate any prior obligation?”

“think of it this way: once she actually, you know, meets you, there’s a good chance the old bat won’t ever wanna talk to you again. it worked with me, so. might be worth a shot.”

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hey there, demons! i’m a little late to the plotting party but tbh i was taking a nap so what can you do? anyway, i’m sam, twenty, she/her and i’ll be playing the actual disaster also known as roy sawyer! there’s some info about him under the cut so feel free to lmk if you’d like to plot!

Is that BOB MORLEY? Nevermind, that’s ROY. He’s a TWENTY FIVE year old. They are in the SAWYER family. People in Black Hollow say they have a PROTECTIVE, COMPASSIONATE, RECALCITRANT and VOLATILE personality. Nobody knows this, but ROY is hiding HIS PLANS TO RUN AWAY FROM BLACK HOLLOW.

so, the obvious stuff: roy is twenty five (currently the eldest sawyer kid). at some point he was adopted by the sawyer family and now they all live in black hollow and he kinda hates it

this could change with plotting whenever we get some sawyer parents (which i’m hoping we do soon because that’d be gr8) but atm the backstory i’m going with is that roy was adopted by the sawyer family when he was around eleven or twelve, so about thirteen to fourteen years ago. before that, he jumped around the foster system for a couple years and before that he lived with his birth parents who were...yeah not good. they’re still around but roy wants absolutely nothing to do with them and probably hates them tbh

he was always kind of a problem child you know and tbh he sorta still is lmao

being adopted by the sawyer family was certainly...something for him. he was an angsty preteen when it happened and probably really resented the sawyer parents, thinking that they only adopted some “troubled kid” to “help their image” i’m not sure if his opinion has really changed tbh lmao he probably calls the sawyer parents by their names rather than “mom” and “dad” because he’s extra and sort of an asshole buT anyway

these days he’s probably most known for getting in trouble tbh lmao his hobbies include getting arrested and thinkin about how cool knives are

that’s about it for backstory so let’s move on to personality and stuff!

like i mentioned before, he’s sort of an asshole and that’s all you need to know tbh

nO okay there’s a little more. tbh once you get past his sarcasm and vocal heated disdain for most rich people even though he himself if technically a rich people lmao smh he’s actually a genuinely good person, loyal af and a true fucking ride or die buT here’s the thing: it’s really hard to a) get beyond his snarky af exterior and b) get close to him because he’s usually not really about that

is constantly struggling between expressing no emotions and expressing evERY FUCKING EMOTION AT ONCE he’s such a disaster oml. and he has like literally no impulse control at all and 0 mouth/brain filter it’s bad

sarcastic as fuck

also, angry as fuck

ALL THE TIME

seriously he’s such a fuckin hothead. looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you, talk shit get hit, etc point is dude will start a fight and he will most likely beat your ass

he does have good traits though! like i said, he is genuinely a good person and looks out for those he cares about. his siblings are probably at the top of that list or at least they’re people he’s very likely to care deeply for. he’s extremely protective and honest and he will call people out when he thinks they’re acting shitty which probably happens somewhat often since we know our guy here doesn’t really like rich people 

basically, roy values good people and good things and just feels really frustrated with black hollow sometimes because holy shit there’s so much more to life than fighting over business names and bank accounts and money stop being so shallow and self-centered and boring. he’s...a little judgmental i guess but ofc he could learn to be a little less so. i don’t think he could learn to chill though like that ship sailed a loooong time ago and it just ain’t gonna happen he’s never gonna chill he’s gonna be extra af his whole life

that cliche guy who wears fucking combat boots and a leather jacket to a formal event because he would literally rather die than wear some “stupid fucking suit”

lemme stop now because woW did anyone actually get this far???? probably not, but if you’re still reading this then lemme say again that you should definitely come message me if you’d like to plot! i don’t really have any specific connections in mind and i didn’t really look at the wc before applying tbh, but i’m literally down for anything and i love me some angst so hit me with your best shot! ilysm i’m so excited to write with you all!

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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Impulse control? Dont know her

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tag dump !