Jane and Lobo make a thing.
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Thread Topic: Jane and Lobo make a thing.
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Here's the thread~
Do you want M1 or M2? -
It's your plot, you pick~ I can do either.
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Hmm I kinda want to do M1? I'd make the woman as well, in that case.
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Alright~ Give me a moment and then I'll make my charrie.
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Okie dokie, I'll make mine now~
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Name: Mercury "Merc" Mosley
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Appearance: Merc had sandy blond hair, which he keeps combed back, to prevent it from covering his ocean-green eyes. He's prone to be in need of a shave, and has a slightly crooked smile, and soft-shaped nose. He's tall, six two, and skinny, without much muscle tone. He doesn't have any tattoos from his "wild teenager phase" but he does happen to have hip piercings, though few people know it.
Clothing: Merc's closet is half full of suits, and half full of button-down plaid shirts. He prefers pastel colors, and those tastes are reflected in his large collection of ties and, less professionally, socks.
Personality: Merc is the king of a deadly sense of humor. He's mother swears he was born laughing, and swears he'll die the same way. He's easy to smile, and, though his friends think it's a flaw, heart-breakingly kind. His pockets are always full of change and spare dollars to give to the homeless, and a portion of his paycheck goes towards an orphanage, because, among his many soft spots, is a very large one for kids.
Other: Merc lives alone with his three dogs, Clyde, a grey hound, and Bonnie, a German Shepard. The other one was his ex-fiance's, but she left the poor baby with him when they broke up- Zeke, an Alaskan husky. -
Name: Timothy (Tim) Haddix
Age: 23
Looks:
Personality/Background: He is dedicated to living the life he has to the absolute fullest. He wears his heart on his sleeve, which may be both his greatest quality and his demise. He works at a local hotel as an elevator operator.
((Working on the woman)) -
May Merc be the hotel owner's brother, and, thus, the manager?
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Name: Amelia Loveland
Age: 25
Looks: Dark hair, artificially tanned skin, dark eyes. She's nothing much of a looker, mosty because she's been bumping off of Tim's checks to buy herself cake layers of makeup.
Personality: She is extremely selfish, and used to be a hooker. When that business fell out for her, she still wanted to have sex. She has no consideration for the feelings or needs of others, and once they're out of sight they're out of mind to her. -
Sure thing~
Also, not it x3 -
Merc was defiantly good at one thing, and that just happened to be messing things up. Today, he seemed to be messing up a bit more than normal. His spilled coffee on his suit, totally ruining one of his favorite ties. When he went to change, Clyde decided it was a perfect time to need to go to the bathroom, and knowing that if he didn't let him out then and there he'd have a huge mess to clean up, Merc had to open the door in his boxers. It would have been okay, you know, if the little old lady from next door hadn't been out for a walk. She mentioned something about calling the police, so Mercury made a point of dressing hurriedly, putting his dogs in the back yard, and leaving for work. He walked every morning, partly because he wanted to save gas, and partly because he enjoyed being around people. It wasn't until he was walking in the front doors of the hotel that he noticed that his socks didn't match. Lovely.
With a sigh, Merc headed into his office, closing the door behind him, preparing to do his early morning rounds where he checked on all the workers. -
Timothy was getting ready like he had been for three years. Wake up, shut off the alarm, get out his work clothes, get dressed. For the past few months, it was the after getting dressed thing that had changed. He left his bedroom, and Amelia would be talking.
"The couch is saggin' in the middle again, can't you get a new one?" She'd said that morning, while Tim was straightening his tie, using hs thumbs to measure out how equal it was on each side of his collar.
"Maybe later," he answered, and she grunted, presumably going back to sleep.
Despite popular belief, Tim was perfectly capable of doing most things on his own. He went outside to meet his neighbor, who gave him a ride to work every morning. Once they arrived at the hotel, the neighbor needed only to say so and Timothy would step out onto the sidewalk and go into the building. It was all muscle memory, and counting his steps, since he did the same thing every day. Although, today was different, a little. He knew how to get to the manager's office- ten steps right, six steps forward, because it was exactly opposite the elevator. After he'd done these steps, he reached out and knocked on the door, the hollow sound his knuckles made confirming it was the manager's door. -
Mercury was busy sorting through the stack of envelopes on his table when he heard the knock on his door. Without looking up, he hummed out a quick "Come in," and went back to his papers. It would be one of three people. Felicia, the lady who worked in the hotel kitchen and brought him donuts every morning, Elliot, his brother, and also the owner of the hotel, or Alec, his personal assistant.
He didn't expect Tim,their elevator operator. He didn't know the man very well, other than he was blind, but regardless of that, a very good worker. However, there he was, standing there. Merc sat the envelope opener down, pushing his chair back to stand. He was a bit confused as to why the man was here. Whatever it was must have been important, unable to wait until he made his rounds. "Timothy," He said, smiling a bit. "Something wrong?" -
((Wait Mr. Mosley did you do that on purpose or?))
Timothy swallowed. He'd never really spoken to the manager except for the daily sort of generic conversation, so he felt a little out of place. He kept one hand on the doorway, keeping himself facing inwards to the office and fearing stepping any further.
"Just Tim is fine, sir. I was just coming to tell you that.. I intend for today to be my last day, and I know it's short notice, but I'm going to be very busy in the future now and I don't see room for the job." The elevator operator explained it as simply as he could, thinking that the hotel owner's brother wouldn't have the time to be listening to the problems of an elevator button-pusher. "So I'll come for my last check at the end of the day, if that's alright." -
(NO WHAT
OMG
WHAT EVEN
MOSLEY IS MY FRIEND'S LAST NAME I DIDN'T KNOW OH MY GOSH)
Mercury's smile faded as he learned the reason for the man's visit. He had always liked Timothy, honestly. Even though they didn't talk much, he had always felt like the man was a good possibility of a new friend, though he never really had the chance to get that far. "Are you sure? I mean, I understand. And yeah, yeah, that's perfectly fine, I just.. Not to be nosy, but may I ask exactly why you're leaving?" He winced as soon as he said it, knowing he shouldn't have. It was rude to pry like that, but he couldn't stop the words from coming out. So, he muttered a quick, "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that."
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