* HELLO .

Clip, clang, shhwiick.

The sound of her key repeatedly failing to open her door struck every single one of Daisy’s nerves like a guitar string. She could feel her anger building up inside, making her limbs twitch. With each movement, the key somehow always jammed the lock and she was about ready to throw in the towel. Breathing deeply through her nose, she paused for a moment, closing her eyes for half a minute. Opening them again, she tried once more. The key turned about half way and got stuck. 

“Fuck off!” Daisy cried out, backing up and kicking her door hard with the bottom of her foot. “Stupid fucking ass-- shit fuck.” Her hands wrapped around the doorknob and she wiggled and wretched at the piece of metal. Defeated, Daisy turned and leaned against her door, slowly slouching into a sitting fetal position. 

Sighing heavily, she straightened herself up and sucked in a deep breath. This would not be the downfall of her day, Daisy would not let this get to her. She stood up and immediately left the building, looking down either side of the street. Seeing somebody walking away, Daisy tapped them on the shoulder.

Sonny had just finished up a deal. Meeting someone for a drug deal in the middle of the afternoon wasn’t exactly ideal, but he did what he had to do to keep his folks happy, even if it meant putting his own ass on the line. He’d never had issues with the law before, though, so he didn’t put too much thought into it. As he slipped out from the alleyway where he’d met the guy, he headed toward The 1909, deciding that he needed lunch and a drink. Making his way down the sidewalk, he wasn’t paying too much attention, instead looking at his phone as he texted his family’s group chat. What did get his attention, though, was when he walked directly into someone and dropped his phone. “Jesus, bro, watch where you’re going,” He hissed, bending down to pick up his phone to make sure it wasn’t damaged, not acknowledging that the collision was his fault. “Get your shit together.”

Her headphones nestled comfortably into her ears as she had her music blasting. It was the perfect afternoon to go out and get some sun, maybe a new book. She had it safely tucked under her arm as she held her phone in her hand. Scrolling through her music, Daisy settled on a song and as she was about put her phone back in her pocket, she felt her body collide with another, followed by a string of words that had her heated instantaneously. 

( Any gym ) 

After landing his eightieth punch to the sandbag, Colt decided it was time for a breather and stopped, grabbing the towel he had next to him as the sounds of the gym filled his hearing. The place had not been affected much by the disaster in which he was happy about, he wouldn’t have known where else to fill up his daily exercise quota. The inn? Out of the question, they hated him and his general noisiness there. He started wiping his sweat with the towel but from the reflection of a nearby mirror he could tell someone had been watching him. Colt chuckled, turning to see what they wanted. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Colt uttered with a smirk. “Can I help ya or are you just in for the gunshow? Class won’t start until ten so you’re wastin’ your time here.” 

Searching for a gym in the area had been hard enough. Between people constantly staring and judging openly and then the hours not suiting her work schedule, Daisy found it nearly impossible to get in a good work out. The smug attitude of this guy whom she had never met before caught her off guard. 

location: outside hopeful light art shack. 

“Alright, little soldier, give me all you’ve got.” 

Hunkered on muggy grass, worn-out baseball mitt padded on her left palm, the hazel-eyed blonde stared ahead with a look that caterwauled challenge towards the six year old poising before her; his eyes ablaze with determination to take down kung-fu mommy once and for all. Really, dramatics aside, the pair was simply having a parent-son bonding time and while Heather wasn’t necessarily in her primest form with her growing bump, she thought doing this would help strengthen their bond and help him mesh more with a few young acquaintances he had made at the shack that stood behind him. Granted, Kita was generally a somber boy, but it seemed as though he had been putting more effort lately, tailing along and actually socializing with a couple of kids around the town. Baby steps. Resuming the game–still seated down because it was not advised for her to move too much–Heather beckoned him to launch the ball again. Only, this time, the ball went a little too fast and too high, slipping out of her grasp even as she tried to catch it with both of her hands. It tumbled several times, then rolled in the direction of the person whom, she assumed, had been watching them. Heather slid aside a bit, her pace more gradual with the extra weight on her. “Shit– sorry, about that. Throw it back to me? Gently,” she added, putting up the mitt and looking a little ridiculous with it, “swear to God that boy’s about ready to take on MLB next week. He’s got a great arm.” 

The ball gently touched her foot, startling Daisy out of her thoughts that she chose to ponder while walking aimlessly, choosing to stare at a mother and son playing a simple game of catch. In hindsight, it was probably creepy of her, but she didn’t think too much about it. Glancing at the ground, she picked up the ball only to be started again by the females voice, asking her to throw it back to them. Nodding, Daisy gave it back with a soft underhand toss, smiling softly. 

"Oh, don’t worry about it. Shit happens.” She spoke, nodding at the boy behind her.  “He does have a good arm. How old is he?”

Baseball wasn’t really Daisy’s forte, truthfully no sport was something she could find herself gaining interest in. But she admired the stranger who was obviously expecting more than just a ball back, judging by her growing belly, but Daisy knew it was better to left assumptions like that alone. She had made that mistake once before back in her hometown and received a lot of backlash. 

hi, y’all! my name is prior, i’m 26 and i prefer they/them pronouns. this is my little baby, daisy. just a short disclaimer: it’s been a while since i’ve roleplayed so i may be a little rusty, but i’m very much looking forward to meeting you all and getting to know your characters!