forum So Broke I'm Breaking ~Bad~ (OPEN)

Started June 13, 2019 by @WriteOutofTime

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(Sorry that its the same character as the other RP shes the only character i have that would deal)
Name: Caterina (Cat) Ricci
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian but will flirt with anyone to get her way
Role: Dealer
Appearance: Long black hair that she really needs to cut, a few tattoos litter her body. most have a meaning. Olive skin and dark brown eyes. If she hides her tattoos she has an innocent look that helps her get away with anything.
Normal Outfit: Whatever she can get her hands on that will also help her blend in. Like a sweater and some jeans. when she goes to parties to deal she dresses up a little more so she can bland in.
Personality: very manipulative this helps with her dealing. She doesn't like people knowing too much about her so she just lies. It's easier than getting attached and then having to leave.
Backstory: She got put into foster care when she was 8 has been in and out ever since. now shes in whatever city this takes place and needs money. She turns 18 soon and knows her foster family cant wait to kick her out even though they've only had her for a few months. she needs some money so she doesn't end up dead.
Quirks: When she's telling the truth about something personal she cant look the person in the eyes so it looks like she's constantly lying.
Skills (if any): very good and convincing people and drawing
Fun Fact: Knows Italian and can understand/sort of speak Spanish.
Likes: getting what she wants, flirting,
Dislikes: her foster family, others lying to her(I know hypocritical) and getting in trouble

Obadiah gave her a brief thanks before taking his receipt and bags out of the store. He hooked the bags onto his elbows as he texted one of his partners—a partner he thought quite fondly of, actually. Not romantically of course, but he appreciated her charm and manipulation, seeing those aspects in his younger self. He respected her for it, even if she was only seventeen. We might have another ‘craft maker’ on our team soon, Catty— his slightly annoying nickname for her—If you get a call, forward it to me. She might be a cop, but I can’t tell yet.

Cat walks along a pretty much-deserted street. She takes out her phone when she felt the vibration. After reading the text she quickly responds. "Great will do and stop calling me that!"

Nyir's shift ended and she headed to her car. She tried to start it several times, but it wouldn't work for a solid ten minutes. Finally, after banging her hands against the steering wheel and muttering vague insults and curse words, the car finally sputtered to life. She drove back to her little apartment in a rougher part of town.

She opened the door. "Thalia?" she called.

Obadiah sank down in his front car seat as he read the text from Cat. He smiled dubiously and answered back, You and I both know I won’t stop until I’m dead. He threw his phone to the seat beside and ignited the engine, soon driving out of the parking lot towards his house.

Cat rolls her eyes and places her phone in her pocket. She walks up to a shitty looking house.

Thalia walked down the stairs. "Hey, Mom." She said, leaning against the rail. "How was your day?"

(Can I join as the chemist? _{also what does that role entail?)}

(oops forgot to answer this)
(yes you can, the chemist just needs to be able to supply. so if we're going for like meth you should be able to cook meth)

Thalia walked down the stairs. "Hey, Mom." She said, leaning against the rail. "How was your day?"

Nyir managed a tired smile. "Same as always. But enough about me. How was school?"

(Can I join as the chemist? _{also what does that role entail?)}

(oops forgot to answer this)
(yes you can, the chemist just needs to be able to supply. so if we're going for like meth you should be able to cook meth)

(Okay cool)

"It was…good, I guess." She said, crossing her arms.

"You sure?" She prompted, walking over and peering up at her. "You're doing okay in math? I'm sorry I didn't have time to help with your homework yesterday."

"Math's fine, really. It's just…the usual stuff, with those kids." Thalia said, sighing.

"You tell 'em your mom was in the military," Nyir said, her brows lowering. "If they keep messing with you I'll kick their asses, and then kick their parent's asses, and then probably their grandparent's asses."

Name: Zane Ferris
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Role: Chemist
Appearance: Curly light pink hair, brown eyes, freckles, pale skin, about 5’10”, lean body, and a tattoo of the date 5/22/2006 on his left shoulder.
Normal Outfit: Tan cardigan, some t-shirt mercy from some fandom, black jeans, nightmare before Christmas sneakers, and a bunch of different colored bracelets made from recycled ocean glass and plastic.
Personality: A friendly happy guy to pretty much anyone. Honestly believes people can change, to a degree. Very bubbly. Somehow a morning person. People honestly have no clue how such a happy and wholesome guy happens to make drugs. They figure maybe something happened in the past to him.
Backstory: You can find out throughout the RP.
Quirks: When bored, he taps a rhythm with his fingers, one finger constantly tapping, only to break once every few taps for the other finger to tap once.
Skills: Convincing people to do things for him, math, drawing
Fun Fact: His favorite artist is Cavetown and his favorite band is AJR, and he can speak Russian.
Likes: The keyboard, dandelions, french bread, households where there's only one remote for the TV.
Dislikes: Mustard, gendered marketing, when people write with yellow colored pencils
Other (hogwarts house, MBTI, zodiac, whatever else): Hufflepuff I guess

At a stoplight, Obadiah reached for his phone to text his supplier, a man named Zane Ferris, ‘I need to talk to you.’ He rested the phone in his lap while he waited for the light to turn green. Then again, no cops were around and he was pretty sure he could time between the cars well enough to sneak through. Before he got a chance to, the light turned green and he continued along down the road legally.

Zane's phone buzzed beside his sketchbook. A text message popped up from Obadaih. He quickly tapped out a response. 'I'm free right now. When do you want to meet?'

Obadiah looked down at his phone, one hand still in the steering wheel. He kept one eye on the road while he texted back ‘I’m almost at my house, we can meet in my basement. I’ll be there by seven.’ Obadiah only let a few select people into his basement, Zane being one of them. He kept every file of every buyer organized in his basement, and in secrecy to the black market, he had to keep those files hidden.

Zane texted back a quick confirmation, before collecting the things sprawled on the café table in front of him into his messenger bag.
"You going somewhere?" His previously silent friend chimed at him from across the table.
"Yep. Duty calls," He responded, giving her a smile. "I'll see you later, Lin."
He started up the sidewalk and got in his car, driving in the direction of Obadiah's house. It would be a fifteen-minute drive.

When he got home, Obadiah she’d his tan trench coat, hanging it in the coat hanger by the door. The inside of his house lacked decoration, and only had the basic furniture: a couch, a decent television, even a glass coffee table in front of the couch bearing three empty beer bottles from last night. He opened the door to his basement and descended down the long staircase. He left it unlocked for Zane for whenever he arrived.