In Debt [Wolfie y Jane] [1x1 MxM]
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Thread Topic: In Debt [Wolfie y Jane] [1x1 MxM]
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Which character are you going to be?
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idk which ever one you don't want bro
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no pls
can i be TEH CRIMINAL -
wowo okay so this is the first time I've given someone a choice and they haven't chosen the bottom wow i am happy
give me like
a couple minutes to make me baby -
>] okay same here
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Mitchel Loft
Roughly 19
Mitchel is a bit of a dork. And by bit, I mean huge. He's clumsy, and always has eyes that are bigger than his stomach, and can't see to get up before twelve. He's got a sarcasm problem, and a bad attitude towards everyone- Everyone but Papa, anyways. Mitchel refused to attend school away from home after his mother passed, and started living in his father's manor full time, taking care of him, and, well, being spoiled. When he heard of his Papa's problem, he quickly agreed to the only foreseeable solution, though he dreaded the idea of being around another person other than Papa. -
s--- s--- s--- how old does mine have to be
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shiet im sorry I'll post charrie asap my mom is lole gtfo yo phone okay
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In his twenties I suppose.
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Name: Victor Davstrom
Age: 26
Looks:
But i imagine his hair being neater and having like greyish eyes oof and a little more beard hair
Personality: Being so involved in crime, he's pretty meticulous and intellectual. He's persistent, and loves it when things go his way. He's not a jerk, and is actually nice if you are on his good side. He prefers to either try to prove his point or bribe his way into something. He is basically laid back, except when it comes to plans, his crime, work, and work. He enjoys fine dining and good wine
not it erf -
(Babes got green eyes btw)
Mitchel tugged at the collar of his shirt, and when it was as straight and even as he could get it, set to fiddling with his vest and jacket, fixing them so that they were perfect. Mitchel was always really carefully about his clothing, and today was no exception- Gray pants, gray shirt, cream colored vest, and a gay jacket. He wore polished dress shoes, and though his collar was unbuttoned, he had a cream bow tie wrapped around his wrist. In all honesty, it was much too hot for nice clothes, but Mitchel wore them anyways.
He wanted to look nice today. He had seen his papa for the last time only a few minutes ago. A simple pat on the cheek, and a goodbye, and he had been left at the end of the road, swallowing back tears. By now, though, he was calm and placid, waiting for the man he would be living with for however long it took his father to pay off his debt. Which, after counting the zeros on the amount, seemed like the rest of his life, easy. He hadn't met the man before, but supposedly the man had seen him- Perhaps at a dinner or something. Mitchel didn't know, didn't care to know. He hated him, and he hadn't even met him.
But, he would be nice. This was for Papa, after all. There was no reason for him not to go, not to want to help the aging man all that he could. Even if it meant his own freedom and happiness.
Mitchel sighed, putting his personal thoughts away as he waited on the little bench at the edge of his father's property, two large suitcases and three small ones beside him, waiting. -
(oh shiet)
Henry's eyes scanned each side of every road that his boss' car, a jet black Ferrari FF, turned onto. He drove in a slow, cautious manner as to make sure that he did not either allow the wrong person into the vehicle and that he did not miss anybody. His boss, Victor, had informed of the appearance of the male he was to be bringing back to the mansion. The name that the 26 year-old had dropped was Mitchel Loft, and the reason for his stay was due to a large sum of debt. This had happened more than once, of course, as exchanges were always the best way to go about thinga. Taking somebody's belonging or family member until payment was given would cause for the "somebody" to hurry in handing it over.
He recalled one time when Victor was forced into taking a woman's daughter and holding her hostage in a storage center. The young teenager had been so innocent when she came into the mess that was her mother's personal life. Because the woman refused to pay her dues, the teen stood in the face of an "untimely death", as the news reporters worded it. It was unfortunate, yes, but even Patrick agreed that if the mother had desired preventing such actions, she had the choice to remove herself from the ring of danger that was known as crime.
He smirked as he came around a final turn, which brought the car onto the road in which Mitchel was supposed to be. This caused for him to decrease the amount of speed he was using by another five miles per hour. The street was basically empty, and he was capable of noticing a person from down the other side. "Aha!" he mumbled in exclamation. -
Mitchel's bigger suitcases contained only his clothing- Nice button up shirts, jackets, vests, underwear, and even a pair of swimming trunks, though he didn't imagine getting out of the crime master's house enough to go swimming. The smaller bags held everything else- His laptop, hygiene supplies, and shoes. God, Mitchel loved his shoes. He had seven pairs, and he was bringing them all with him. Three pairs of polished dress shoes, not counting the ones he was wearing, a pair of saddles, converse, and, possibly his favorite, riding boots. They were actually woman's shoes, but he loved them. They came up to his knees, and the polished black leather made him feel.. Professional.
His riding was anything but professional, of course. Mitchel had owned two horses, and had done jumping competitions since he was young. He had sold them, though, when Papa started falling behind in payments. He kept his boots, though, and wore them randomly, mostly whenever he needed to feel strong. He needed to feel strong right now, but he also needed to look nice. Oh, why couldn't he have both.
Mitchel twisted the cloth tie in his hands as the car pulled up. He rolled his eyes at the sleek body, knowing that it wasn't going to be so fun trying to get all his stuff in the stupid thing. He gave the driver a nasty look as he pulled up, sighing. -
Patrick was not even the slightest bit offended ny the face that he received. Once he pulled over, he exited the Ferrari and stood in front of the male. He first took note of the neat and color-according outfit that he was clad in. His clean-cut structure and careful dress were the two things that Patrick could pick up without even greeting the younger boy.
"Hello," he said, putting a hand out for a friendly handshake. While face to face, he began to imagine what exactly the boss intended doing with him. He was thin and didn't seem to pose much of a threat, so Patrick assumed that he would be kept in a room as his living quarters.
As he awaited response, his mind pondered anything that would go on, such as living space, dinners, meals. It varied with each person that came through the home, a well-manicured, expensive mansion with more than bedrooms and bathrooms and kitchens.
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