forum "If you're gonna kidnap me, at least do it right." | OPEN OxO

Started February 10, 2021 by @Miz

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Literally just this except the kidnapee is a guy because I already have a character in mind :D
Hoping for an eventual romance!

Rules:
-Be a decent human being, please.
-Try your best with proper grammar!
-One-liners are fine in moderation but too many and it's hard for me to contribute in return.
-Cursing is totally fine by me. Sexual content is not.
-LGBT+ friendly!
-Please DM me if you have any triggers or if there's anything that makes you uncomfy so I can avoid it! Mine are below!
-I retain the right to add more rules if I feel the need.

What I'm Uncomfy With:
-Allusions to sex is totally fine, but anything explicit is completely off the table.
-Descriptive drunk people/alcoholics (glossing over it is fine, though)

CHARACTER TEMPLATE
Name:
Age: (16-20)
Gender:
Appearance:
Outfit:
Personality:
Background: (Optional) (Please summarize)
Theme Song: (Optional)
Other:

@Miz 'S CHARACTER
Name: Sullivan "Sully" Riggs
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male; he/him pronouns
Appearance: He's a shortie at 5'5" with tanned skin and a slim build. His eyes are green with flecks of blue in them. His hair is sandy blonde, short and wild.
Outfit: Designer blue jeans that are whitewashed in irregular stripes, a dark gray graphic t-shirt of a pop art dog with headphones, and ridiculously expensive gold hightop sneakers. He also has trademark sunglasses and a few ratty thread bracelets.
Personality: There are two versions of him. There's "Sullivan Riggs: Son of Edison Riggs!", and then there's plain old Sully. One's hyperactive, over-confident, smug, and never had to work a single day in his life. The other one's also hyperactive, but a hell of a lot more down to earth, knows the value of hard work, and cares for those who care for him. In actuality, Sully's a total sweetheart who loves people, but the media seems to hate him for some reason.
Background: Sully's the son of Edison Riggs, the current richest billionaire in America… And everyone loves to remind him of this. Don't get him wrong—he enjoys the spotlight more than he doesn't, but there are certain aspects that get old quick. Like being kidnapped basically every other month in the hopes of some awesome reward.
Theme Song: Shake It Off by Taylor Swift
Other: He has predominantly hyperactive-impulsive ADHD.

I’m interested if this is open?

It is indeed!

Oh yeah, I was in the process of editing the reserved post when you replied, but the character template is above if you wanna get started on yours! You don't have to go into a lot of detail or anything, and if you have a character page already, feel free to just link them! :D

Yay! I’ll put up a character soon, would it be ok if it were lgbtq? I’m absolutely fine if it’s not

That's more than okay! I actually prefer writing it ^^

Name: Theron Cast
Age: (16-20) 19
Gender: male
Appearance: theron stand 5’7 ish, he has black hair that falls in waves to his shoulders. He usually keeps that tied up in a ponytail. He has paler skin with grey eyes. Theron usually dresses very preppy and sophisticated when he’s not a hit man. He likes sweaters with the button down shirt underneath type of style. He looks pretty damn good in a suit. When he’s alone or at home he’ll opt for pjs.

Outfit: usually knit sweaters over a collared button down and slacks or just pjs when at home. Occasionally a suit
Personality: Theron is very sweet at heart and has a soft, loving side but not many people can really get through the walls he’s put up for himself so he comes off as stoic and calculating, not very approachable. When upset or angry he can fall into a lapse of being scary calculating, which can sometimes be demeaning to others Burbank he really does try to control his emotions the best he can
Background: (Optional) (Please summarize) - theron had the classic single mom, absent dad backstory. He grew up in a wealthy neighborhood but his family was never above middle class. He lives his mom of course and would do anything to make her happy. He got a job as a hit man a few years back in high school, mostly removing people of high standing out of their place. No killing necessary, just destroying lives and watching them crumble.
Theme Song: (Optional) - Finish Line by Skillet
Other: loves chocolate?

I love him! How would you like to start? If I start, I'll probably have Sully casually chillin' at home when he hears a noise or something, if that works for you?

Faint music played from the headphones draped around Sully's neck as he locked the front door behind him. He toed off his shoes at the entrance, never once looking up from his phone; not even as he tossed his keys across the kitchen counter or blatantly ignored the lights. He headed straight down the huge hallway to his bedroom, snorting at the image his friend has just sent him. It was a picture of a magazine at a grocery store checkout—one with his face plastered on the cover, of course. Because all he needed was the entire country knowing that he'd finally moved into his own place.

He shot back a text reading, 'u know my offer still stands about being roommates' to which his friend promptly messaged back a 'nah'. Sully rolled his eyes and smiled, finally diverting his attention as he fumbled around in the dark for the outlet to plug his phone in. With a happy sigh, he collapsed backwards onto his bed, shutting off his headphones and staring at the glowing stars he'd personally placed on his ceiling. His stillness lasted for approximately five seconds before he hopped up to grab his laptop off his desk, only pausing when he heard an odd shuffling from inside the house.

Curiously, Sully took a few steps towards his open door, suddenly grateful he hadn't turned on the lights.

(Ahh I like the drawing! Sure if you want!)
It was by a complete miracle Theron had managed to get to the house literally 5 minutes before his target got home. He had managed to hide in the bathroom, praying to whatever god would listen that Sully didn’t want to take a shower right this minute. All he needed was a few minutes to gather his thoughts.
He listened carefully as he heard his target rummaging around, then suddenly silence fell throughout the home. Theron waited a few moments before slipping out of the bathroom and out into the hall. Mistake number one. He heard the squeak of of the bedroom door opening. Without the lights, he really couldn’t see all that well as to who came out. The faint glow from the bedroom outlined the surprisingly shorter man. Not that Theron was judging but he did expect someone that would put up more if a fight. The fading glow of the phone screen wasn’t enough to illuminate his face so Theron was left with only height. He slowly turned, thankful for the darkness that concealed his surprises expression. He straightened and took a few steps closer, giving himself a few moments to build up his villain-esque personality. “Was wondering when you’d show up.” Gods above Theron you’re a hit man not a stalker. He took a deep breath “Sullivan Riggs, right? Son of Edison Riggs?”

_{(Sure thing! I've got lots of uni work, but I'll try to have it posted by this weekend at the latest ^^)}

Sully squinted into the darkness, unsure if the dark silhouette he was seeing was actually there or if it was just a part of his imagination. At the sudden words, though, he jumped, taking an instinctive step back before forcing a sigh. "Jesus Christ dude, you can't just break into a guy's house without warning. I'm pretty sure there's at least one law against that," he joked, unable to fully hide the nervous tremor in his voice he flashed the light of his phone towards the figure. "Sullivan speaking. What do you need?"

(No rush at all!)
Theron squinted as the light was flashed in his direction. “That’s easy actually. I need you.” He smiled sweetly before grabbing Sully’s arm and yanking him to the kitchen. He shoved him into a stray, ripped away his phone and tied his hands behind him with zip ties he had brought with him. He also tied together his ankles, just in case the man was a fighter. He glared around the kitchen, making sure there wasn’t anything that couldn’t be used against him. He braved himself against the counter, taking in a few deep breaths to calm his breathing. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number he was given when he was first given assignment “yes, I have him….no not yet…he snarky, might be difficult…alright.” He turned to Sully and grinned. “The son of Edison Riggs. Wow. Would’ve thought it was your friend not you.” He laughed softly and tilted Sully’s head up. “You’re cute. Too bad those lovely eyes of yours won’t get you anywhere.”

"Oh come on," he protested, letting his arm be grabbed despite how his stomach lurched. He considered resisting but ultimately decided against it, only grunting as he was shoved into the kitchen. "Was that really necessary?" he complained, waiting until he was fully bound before glancing at the man again. The light was still limited, but it was enough to actually make out some of his features as he spoke on the phone to who Sully presumed was his boss. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when the kidnapper finished speaking and immediately sauntered over, getting all…touchy-touchy. Sully raised an eyebrow, trying to conceal the discomfort he felt at feeling fingers so close to his throat.

"There is…so much to unpack here. Like, I'm all for compliments, but isn't it pretty unprofessional to flirt with your captive? Or to call your client while you're still in his house, where he or his hypothetical roommate could have already called the police?" he pointed out, barely pausing to breathe before continuing his nervous rambling. "And how am I supposed to leave with you if I can't walk? Are you just gonna carry me out and hope no neighbors are awake to see? What if I was like, a lot taller, or heavier? What if I had a dog?"

Theron laughed softly and pulled away, putting a few feet of distance between them. “I never said I was a professional.” He shrugged and leaned against the countertop, patiently waiting for Sullivan to stop his rambling before answering all his questions. My client doesn’t care how I finish my job, just as long as it’s done.” He took a deep breath, seeing that this captive might be more of a handful than others. “You don’t have a roommate dear, if I remember correctly, you little friend has declined that notion a multitudes of times hasn’t he. Wonder why.” She shrugged, not entirely caring. “If you can walk, you can run. I won’t be taking that chance with you darling. We have our methods of transporting our guests, don’t worry your pretty little head about that. As for your neighbors, I made sure they’re all asleep by now, one way or another.” He winked, and settled into the lush couch facing the kitchen. “Well it’s a damn good thing you are neither very tall nor very heavy, isn’t it? As for dogs, again, you have none. Besides, I’m very fond of dogs, I think I can handle a few pups along the way.” He glanced down at his phone as he saw money trickle into his clients account. “Well well well, looks like someone must care for you quite a bit to have made the transaction so fast.”

Sully fell silent at his explanations, glumly slouching against the wall to avoid having to hop toward an actual seat. He wondered idly if he should try and break out of the zip ties, but the last time he'd done something like that he'd just hurt his wrists and made his kidnapper mad. Besides, with the guy right there, it was unlikely he'd get far enough to actually do anything helpful.

At the mention of a transaction, Sully tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean? It's only been like five minutes, and there's no way he'd pay ransom without evidence that I was taken," he responded confidently, before abruptly realizing it didn't really matter. "Nevermind. Does this mean you'll leave? If your client already got his money, you don't really need me anymore."

Theron glanced up at Sully and tilted his curiously. It was surprising how quickly the transaction was made considering it had only been a few moments after he had contacted his client. “Guess they care a lot.” He mused, scrolling through his searches of the Riggs family. Theron shook his head at the question. “No lovely, I’m not. What would be the point of coming here anyways?” He laughed softly and stood gracefully from his seat, nodding to a Sully, “get up.” He said, putting his phone away. “You think if leave you here? Free? To tell the police what had happened?” He laughed and shook his head “oh no, you’re mistaken.”

Sully shifted uncomfortably at that, reluctantly obliging and standing more upright. "It's not like I asked you to show me your face," he retorted, genuine fear now surfacing in the light of being taken for motives other than ransom. "All you've really done as of now is breaking and entering, you know—as long as your client doesn't rat you out as being involved in a hostage situation. I won't even press charges if you just leave it at that. It would save us both a hassle," he reasoned hopefully.

“Why would I care if you saw my face? It’s not like you can do anything with that information.” He flicked his gaze to Sully and shook his head. “As much as I’d love to set you free my dear, I’m more concerned about you than I am about my client. I’m not gonna trust some rich ass kid to not put me behind bars the second he’s allowed to file a phone.” He grabbed Sully’s shoulder and guided him forwards toward success the entrance of the home. “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. I intend to keep that promise. I don’t know if I can say the same for my boss. I must say, in the few moments we’ve known each other, it has been an interesting pleasure. I will miss those eyes of yours.”
He pulled open his car door and shoved Sully into the backseat. “Try anything and I’ll crash this car on purpose. Got it?”

"Dude, have you never heard of sketch artists? It's not like your face is hard to remember," he pointed out, letting out a long sigh as he realized he wasn't exactly helping his own case "And I mean, I guess I can't argue with that," he mumbled, trailing off as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Oh no way, he protested inwardly as he was made to hop/hobble out his own front door. He merely grunted at the promise not to hurt him, more focused on not falling.

His gaze snapped up to the backseat as the car door was opened, wondering if the guy was going to be mindful of his hands behind his back or—nope, okay, shoving it is. The younger teen ended up face first in one of the seats, squirming to try and sit up when the other's words registered. He gave him a dumbfounded look, craning his neck to actually make eye contact. "You know, at this point, I'd just prefer you chloroformed me. And I ended up in the hospital once 'cause of that shit! At least then I wouldn't have to worry about what counts as 'trying anything', or why you're so adamant on doing this like this," he complained, finally managing to wedge his feet under the front seat and pull himself mostly upright. He leaned against the opposite car door since it left him the most room for his hands, and immediately began bouncing his legs.

"Hey, you have my phone, right? Can you at least email my professors that I'll be out for a bit? You can tell them it was a family emergency—they'll believe it."

“Where’s the fun in that?” Theron asked, climbing into the drivers seat and locking the car. “Besides, i didn’t really come prepared with chloroform. Sorry to disappoint.” He sighed softly and typed out a message on his phone, letting his boss know he was on his way back to headquarters with Sully.
He turned in his seat and arched an eyebrow. “You’re literally being kidnapped and you’re worried about your attendance?” He sighed softly and unlocked his phone, first turning off any and all tracking apps then sending an email off to his professor. “There, any more requests your highness or will that be all?” He mocked, glaring at Sully before or driving out of the parking lot

"I've already missed two weeks of school this semester 'cause of stunts like this; some of my professors have begun to express concern over the amount of 'family emergencies' I seem to encounter," he explained, glancing distractedly out the window at the passing neighborhood. He ignored the snide tone of Theron's next comment, instantly brightening at the question. "Actually, I could go for some food if there are any drive-throughs on the way. I was gonna have a movie-slash-dinner night with some online friends, but apparently, the universe had other plans and I still haven't eaten."

He glanced at the clock on the dashboard, noting the glowing 12:36 AM, before catching the guy's eye in the rearview mirror. "There's gotta be something I can call you other than 'kidnapper'. Do you have a name or nickname or alias or something, or am I gonna have to make something up?"