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[inadaptadocris]

location: outside the Crowbar who: open to everyone.

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   Cris knew the black eye he was currently sporting when faded sooner rather than later-- but he still didn’t like the feel of the puffy skin. Or maybe it was just the fact that the person he was training with shouldn’t have gotten a shot like that in. He’d gotten too comfortable; too cocky. It made his mind spin as he reminded himself over and over that you always had to be on your toes.

    The man was fishing around in his pockets for a lighter, grumbling in irritation as he realized the lighter wasn’t anywhere to be found. He tapped his pack of Camel Turkish Royals on his hand before turning to a person that seemed to be walking by. “You don’t happen to have a light on ya, do you? I can’t find mine.”

[hydraouus]

Location: Bishop’s Bike Shop @skullhqsreblogs​

Status: Open to all 

Sweat stuck to Earl’s brow as the sun finally dipped down, turning the sky a sandy pink. Her body was still struggling to adjust to the aridity. Every task she encountered at the shop today seemed punishing, endless. 

She rolled herself out from underneath a rust mottled engine as the footsteps demanded her attention. She crunched a plastic water bottle over her face, welcoming the coolness that ran down her back, eyes flickering over to the customer approaching. God she’d hoped to have seen the last one, but she offered them a gap toothed smile nonetheless.

Earl sucked the air through her teeth and scratched the back of her head doubtfully once she saw the task presented. “Christ, I’m not sure we can fix that here,” 

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[inadaptadocris]

☽ [ clayton cardenas, he/him, male ] ☾ [ cristobal “cris” sanz ] has lived in [ the waterhole ] for [ fourteen years ] now. the [ 40 ] year old [ werewolf ] is the [ vice-president ] for the [ hellhounds ]. but they also make an honest earning as a [ regular fighter ] for [ the crowbar ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ camel turkish cigarettes, bloody knuckles, and a 1971 chevy c10 pickup ]. whenever it’s their turn to be the getaway driver, they blast [ god’s gonna cut you down by johnny cash ] on full volume. ☼☼ ooc info; jo, 27, they/them, mst.

BASICS

NAME: Cristobal Sanz NICKNAME: Cris GENDER: Cisgender Male. He/Him SPECIES: Werewolf  AGE: Forty SEXUALITY: Bisexual (Preference for males) OCCUPATION: Fighter for the Crowbar

PERSONALITY

MYERS-BRIGGS: ISFJ (Defender) ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer Sun, Aquarius Moon FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Phlegmatic THE ENNEAGRAM TYPES: THE LOYALIST

HISTORY

TW: Death, Gang Activity

Clayton was born in East Los Angeles and abandoned as a child. He lived in an orphanage and then foster homes for most of his childhood before he ran away on his sixteenth birthday and began living with a small group of orphans who made their living through running odd jobs for a local gang.

While Cris would never be officially inducted into the gang, he became close with several members the older he got; including the only person he’s ever been in love with, a man by the name of Beltran. Clayton would remain in a relationship with him until he was twenty-three years old.

Cris had dreams of getting him and Beltran out of of East Los Angeles and to a place where they could be themselves and live safer lives.

Beltran was tied much more closely to the gang as an official member and couldn’t simply walk away. Eventually Cris would convince him to leave with him in the middle of the night, only for them to be stopped by those who wouldn’t just allow them to leave.

Angry that they weren’t letting them just go, Cris would lash out at the other gang members, erupting a fight that would end up with Beltran shot, and blood on his own hands.

With the blood still wet, he’d be forced to flee from Los Angeles and into another state all together. Cris is devastated by the loss of his lover but also soon discovers the werewolf blood he wasn’t even aware he had.

Cris would spend several years wandering through several states before stumbling into someone else like him. The man would tell him of Skull, Arizona; a place where Cris could find others like him.

Stumbling into town, Cristobal would begin to make his home in Skull. Finally there was some hope that he could recover and move on from his traumatic past.

The Hellhounds became his family and Skull the place he would call home forever. There are moments that Clayton still feels like he doesn’t belong, but they’ve grown less over the years.

When the Reapers rolled in, it felt a lot like his past had-- dangerous and with the risk of losing everything. This has only made him more dedicated to the Hellhounds.

[scnshncs]

location: dirty bean coffee & co.

stats: open @skullhqsreblogs​

“just try the coffee.” reagan starts, having learned how locals felt about the coffee shop she worked at over the past few weeks. “i promise it’ll make up for how.... different the atmosphere of the shop is. you can even take it to go.” enough people wouldn’t step foot in the cafe because of the decor, but reagan was trying to change that. “i’ll even give you a cup on the house, once in a life time kinda deal.” clearly she was confident about something.