i’m gonna try fuckin it back up here and what’s a better start than a new heckin theme--
coding is done by the talented aja, aka the loml, @ajacommissions
and im gonna add a basic red dead/western verse as well bc im a weak bitch
❝ oh, well that’s something. ❞ he guesses that’s reason enough— though, he can’t think of too many warehouses in the area; not that he really spends much time looking at warehouses. though he wonders why they’d pick HERE of all places, unless they’re storing works of art. ❝ what’s the company? anything i’ve heard of? ❞
“Probably not. It’s... still pretty new.” He’s coming up with this as the LIE spins on. Bullshit after bullshit--- he almost feels bad for striking up this conversation with nothing but false intentions and things of the sort. “Why they wanted to invest in a warehouse out here I’m not sure. To get it out there, I GUESS, but, they could’ve picked a smaller town, huh?” Throat was cleared before he continued--- time to take the attention off himself, “So what do you do?”
“ I take it you think this job is going to be a lot easier than what it is… ? “ She inquires of the rugged looking ‘chaperon’ as her father called him but she knew better than that. Usually chaperons had lemonade and cookies and smiled their way through a sing-a-long, not locked and loaded with a holster under his suit jacket and smells of DEATH.
It’s comical to think though this was whom caused GRIM a good lot of begrudging overtime, when it was BILLY that’d perhaps be what breaks the tiger’s back. Poor bastard doesn’t have the slightest clue what cursed cash he’s accepted… nevertheless, she has plans for him already. “ Tell you what, I’ll make your job easy on you, if you follow a couple of rules. “ They’re NON-OPTIONAL but the man who feels it was his own decision has more conviction in following through.
@tigrkllr / you decided to take the job and here we are.
“No--- no, that’s not my thoughts at all.” When he was sought out by the man who hired his services he had something MUCH more different in mind. It was tempting to turn the money down when he was informed of his actual task. Tiger had a bigger reputation that being a BABYSITTER. Backing out wasn’t going to hurt him in the long run. Wouldn’t even put a bent in his wallet. “When your father contacted me...” there was a pause, and a long SIGH that followed, “He didn’t give me all the details.”
Tiger stood tall with his hands tucked into the pocket of his pants. Watching the young woman idly as she spoke. It took a lot to keep dark eyes from ROLLING at her “offer”. He can only imagine what she had in mind. Another reason to question if the money was ACTUALLY worth it. There was a hum, brows arching in false interest, “Oh, yeah? What kind of rules, huh?”