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

Started June 13, 2019 by @WriteOutofTime

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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.

Zane parked his car and walked up to Obadiah's front door, about to knock before he remembered he could just let himself in, so he did.
Zane never really liked Obadiah's house. Sure it was nice, but there was no color or any proof anyone lived there, except for the beer bottles left on the table and indents on the couch seats.
He walked down the staircase to the basement, and stood before Obadiah.
"So what did you want to talk about?" Zane asked.

Obadiah sat at the white table, flipping through one of the files, “I think someone is interested in joining us.” He didn’t glance up while speaking, “Her name is Nyir, but I don’t know her last name. I gave her the card.” He straightened up the papers and put them back in the folder.

Zane pulled out a chair to sit at and placed his chin on his palm. "That's a peculiar name. How did you meet her?"

“I met her while getting the duck tape for one of my other projects and she asked too many questions. I’m suspicious of her.” He got up to put the file back away, “But I could be wrong.”

Zane hummed in acknowledgment. "People will always be curious, I suppose." He pulled his arms from the table and into his pockets. "I'd like to meet this 'Nyir.' How old is she? What does she look like?"

“She seemed to be in her forties,” he answered, “Very composed and mature. Some of her mannerisms even reflected those who have been in the military or police work. That’s why I’m suspicious.” He sank back down into his chair.

Zane nodded. "Now, when you met her was she another customer or the cashier?" He asked.

“Cashier.” He answered, “I was the only one in line and she looked bored to pieces.” He snorted, “Craving excitement, maybe.”

“She probably is ex-military, then. If she gets in contact, I’ll meet with her. Now, is there anything else you wanted to talk about or is that all,” Zane asked.

May I? I know how to sell drugs-//

“You can stay and hang around if you want.” He leaned back in his chair to relax, tapping four of his fingers against the table “I don’t mind your company.”

May I? I know how to sell drugs-//

That was a joke by the way…///

May I? I know how to sell drugs-//

That was a joke by the way…///

Lolol!

“You can stay and hang around if you want.” He leaned back in his chair to relax, tapping four of his fingers against the table “I don’t mind your company.”

Zane gave him a bright smile. “Aw, thanks.” He looked around the basement. He had been here multiple times before. Just like upstairs, no pictures. “Why don’t you decorate your house at all?”