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davey jones: the rpg

>> select ???: PARKER JONES

>> examine ???: PARKER JONES?    > hell no!     > he hates you!

  * you don’t want to.

>> examine ???: PARKER JONES?    > you can’t ignore this.    > you have to face it sometime.

  * PARKER is your younger brother, and the     only family member who knows you’re not     (completely) dead.

  * you used to trust each other completely.

  * he flinched away from you.

— In all honestly, the likes of Delsin Rowe has never once touched a car engine in his life. He’d never owned a vehicle back in Salmon Bay, never held any interest in learning what was what when Reggie would take it upon himself to make his own adjustments to his truck. Yet another thing taken for granted, he supposed, though none of it helped his current situation.

     Being, a fancy new car freshly hot wired from a group of thug dealers who probably wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Except that, said fancy new car was currently broken down on one of Seattle’s somewhat isolated back roads, and Delsin was hardly about to admit defeat as he inspected under the hood with far too much confidence in his efforts.

    “Me?” A light scoff follows, doing his best to sound convincing. ”Oh yeah, of course. I’m practically an expert in… this...”

What’s a fourth wall | not accepting!

{ ✧ }

"Well, if it ain’t Allison!”

“Sakra always gets really excited when she sees you online. Whether you’re posting art or metas or whatever, she always looks forward to seeing you.”

“Sure, you guys don’t talk too much, but that doesn’t change that she considers you a friend. And uh, hey, take good care of Richie, yeah?”

{ do u take criticism on ur posts……………… }

     “yeah, i actually did spend some time in jail.”

{ ☼ }

“Alright, kiddo--gimme your best shot!”

Grinning, Laine held up her arms to block the punch. Both she and Richie had on gloves (though his seemed just a tad too big for him), and for once, Laine did not have her jacket on, revealing her muscled, scarred arms.