forum Take Me Down To Paradise City (4/4) (OPEN)

Started May 29, 2022 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Hi! So, I guess my character would be Saint Jimmy if I joined, right?

Name: Larson “Lars” Carter
Age: appears 28
Gender: … I guess I'll say gender-fluid Actually, androgynous but generally uses he/him/his pronouns
Sexuality: Biromantic and a bit of a sassy flirt
Appearance: Trouble. He has short messy black hair, mischievous emerald green eyes, thin lips that are almost always smirking… (I can see him often getting compared to Loki… And he will eat it up!) though he's only 5’7”… and hates it. He also has a couple of decent scars on his back and left shoulder. He seems to prefer wearing baggy black cargo pants with a chain connecting two of his pockets, he’s not particular about shirts of any kind and he also likes any kind of jackets. But he does have more fashionable clothes and tight pants as well.
Personality: Again, trouble for the most part but it can change very quickly. He's mischievous, sly, cunning, quick-fingered, thoughtful… but then he’d have to be to keep the kind of reputation he has in the Underground. But when the rare occasions come up, he can be surprisingly caring.
Backstory: (optional, doesn't even have to be very detailed) He’s been in the Underground most of his life, but whether he was born into it or not, he won't tell. He's had quite a few close calls, hence the scaring, but somehow managed to survive quite a lot.
Other: He's been suspected of being a vampire, a ghost, a shadow creature, and a monster in general at least in regards to how difficult he seems to be killed. But there may be a grain of truth in some of… The rest is just experience.

The Underground was always bustling this late at night- it was prime hell-raising hours. Music and laughter and cursing mixed together in a mass of white noise and activity that was easy to get lost in.

Currently lost among this chaos was Frankie, with a large backpack from some outdoorsy goods store tucked away in her hometown slung over her shoulder, and the handle of her guitar case closed in a white-knuckle grip. She was starting to regret taking the leap this blindly- maybe she should have given herself longer than a week to prepare, maybe line up a place to stay, save up some money- but she was too scared to lose her chance, and she was stranded in the city.

Lars leaned back in his corner booth, just watching the familiar scene as he sipped at his drink. Despite the chaos of everything, the dark-haired man found it all almost comforting but he wasn't stupid enough to drop his guard completely. Not even when he managed to sleep. It was one of the first things any member of the Underground learned, and often it was a hard-learned lesson. Though that shouldn't surprise anyone who found their way here.

He chuckled softly to himself, smirking, as he thought of how many different jobs he'd been a part of, how many different roles he’d filled… and the slightest bit of disappointment at the fact that it didn't seem like there would be much “work” tonight.

Finnigan clutched the strap of his duffle bag as he walked, glancing around everywhere but keeping a steady calm face if not just interested face.
Though he was very unsure at what he was doing, or where he even was. He just happened to grin at all the chaos and party people in the underground. All the seemingly chaotic areas he had no idea where to go, though the underground was so alive, he was too enthralled to be overwhelmed.
He ended up bumping into Frankie when he wasn't looking where he was going.

Frankie jumped a little, startled. "Hey!" She snapped, looking up at the guy she ended up bumping into. She clutched the strap of her bag tighter, visibly tense as she tried to reign herself in.

Alister was smart enough to avoid the chaos of the Underground when he could, slipping into side streets and alleyways when possible. Noel clung to him as he walked. He wished she was in bed somewhere, asleep, but they needed to find shelter first. Up until now, they had been traveling around, sleeping outside or on doorsteps, but he had decided they needed to find someplace more permanent. Perhaps somewhere abandoned, because both of them knew better than to ask someone to take them in.

Lars looked up at the crowd, thinking he heard something… He quickly dismissed that thought as nothing and finished his drink. Normally, he would just stay in his booth and flag down someone to get him a refill but he felt like stretching his legs a little tonight. And it's not like he had to worry about anyone bumping into him. His reputation usually guaranteed him a wide berth from the other patrons.

"Huh- oh! Sorry for bumping into you! I didn't even look where I was going." He put a hand on his neck as he looked at the girl infront of him holding onto her bag tightly.
"Didn't mean to bump into ya."