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Lonnie stops, eyes moving over to Tommy as he stops him, eyebrows lifting in curiosity. He takes the phone for a second, chuckling, âIs your flashlight on? What are ya? A grandpa?â He presses the button on the home screen and shows Tommy how itâs happening, âJust stop hittinâ this button- plain and simple.â Itâs not like Lonnie is some genius with technology by any means, but he knows that much, âOut here actinâ like my Great Aunt Ethel.âÂ
â i didnât press it, â he says firmly. thereâs too much sternness in his demeanour over a matter as simple as the flashlight of a phone. â iâm sure great aunt ethel is a reasonable woman. â he looks at lonnie then, suspicious. â you donât know how to fix it. â
honorablekeenearâ:
The date, if she could call it that - was horrible. The previous one worse. KK was beginning to think that both men AND women found it difficult to be with someone who had hopes, dreams, ambitions. So, as she sat in her twelve year old Prius feeling sorry for herself after ditching the man at the bar sheâd allowed herself a cry. Oh, and it had been so satisfying. Maybe all of it wasnât because of this one single moment, maybe it was because of the pressures on the hill, or to the community or - well whatever it was Kyle was crying, no sobbing, sitting in her car somewhere between two and six in the morning smoking a fucking fat joint. With each inhale and exhale the release settled in her abdomen and chest for a short while. The knocking on her window terrified her. Fiddling around with her purse she grabbed the pepper spray that always lived there ever so close to her. If it was someone looking for a picâŚher poor campaign manager and shit scrubber would have her ass. But, weed was legal in NYâŚsoâŚbrushing her cheeks best she could, though remnants of mascara remained, âUhm can I help you?â She asked window cracked and pepper spray at the ready.
the potent smell immediately reaches him. that alone made tommy want to walk away -- dealing with high people was excruciating when you needed to get something done -- but the sound of the personâs voice, if he wasnât mistaken, gave breadth to a situation he has no interest in. her nose sounded very clogged up, which paired with the weed made for an interesting combination. he really did not care to know how or why she ended up here, so he cuts straight to maneuvering into getting her out of his hair. â roll down the window, â he says, impatient. as if he would knock on the window and then wait to attack someone. â two questions: how long do you plan on being here and how are you going to get home? â
xmiraxzhangxâ:
Mira had been falling a hunch. A tip that was sent in about a certain location and she could have sent any of her officers to deal with it, but felt this was something she wanted to do herself. Her car was parked, taking one of the undercover cars. She knew better than to use her personal one. Her headlights were off, and she had her laptop open, the light dim on the screen, taking some notes. Her eyes caught the flicker of a shadow from the poor light coming from the street lamps. A hand reached for her gun and she rolled down her window with the rap on it, a curious smile etching into her features when she saw who was standing there. Perhaps her hunch was right.Â
âCan I help you? Tommy Kang, right?â Mira made it her business to know everything, especially when it came to the gangs that held in the city.Â
people only smiled at him like that for one of two reasons. he didnât think she would help him in the process of elimination so quickly. the rest came down to common sense -- he didnât think a member of another gang would use the knowledge of his birth name as a bragging right, nor would they find themselves in the wrong side of the docks in these early hours of the morning unless they were looking to start a war. this leaves him with either journalist or police. only one deserved to feel the weight of cement dragging them to the bottom of the ocean.Â
pushing his coat back, he reaches behind to wrap his fingers around his gun, the other against the hood of the car. slowly, he lowers himself, â and you are? â stupid, he thinks. stupid but brave. â watching something you shouldnât be? â he nods towards her laptop, but referring to himself.Â
isabelvasquezâ:
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Isabel peers at the male outside of her window and places her hand on the middle console where her weapon is neatly tucked away. Something subtle that could protect her should it be someone trying to take her car or whatever else she had tucked away. âCan I help you?â she asked as she rolled the window down and smiled at him. Perhaps it was the person she was meant to meet up with but she couldnât see with the dimly lit surroundings.
he points his chin towards where her hand is placed and says, â that wonât be necessary. â tommy has always spoken with a sense of finality, never understanding the need for things in excess. unfortunately, new york is filled with it. a great place to be for a man with a high intolerance to bullshit. â are you waiting for someone? â

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michael-connellyâ:
The early bird catches the worm. Heâs never been a fan of idioms and the like, but it doesnât make them any less true. Michael has been sat in his vehicle, lid removed from his travel mug of hot coffee in the hopes it might cool to consumable temperatures. Heâs still learning about the city, but thereâs one thing he does know: âNo, thank you.â The tapping doesnât stop though, bringing him to look up from his phone and barely crack the window. âNo, thank you.â
tommy is not one to be taken by surprise, nor is he someone to place any weight on the opinions of average men. maybe if the window had rolled further down, this would still be the case. but tonight, as the implication of the others words finally reach him, he lets out a scoff. if he was in a better mood, heâd tap the window with his gun and force the man to fully look at him. instead, he lowers himself, voice hoarse, â do i look like a whore? â
astrorahiâ:
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Rahiâs place is at the passengerâs seat, as it always is. It only supports the long ongoing Brotherhood joke â that he can drive something as grandiose as a rocket, but never understand the simplicity of a car.Â
Still, heâs alone. Driverâs seat empty, as a friend had stepped out for whatever business they had at the corner store. Half incredulity and half humor, he stares at Tommy in wait.
âYouâre joking, right?âÂ
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rahi was the last person tommy expected to see -- a sentiment which carries an unusual amount of bitterness for someone who tries to remain detached to anything that keeps him in one place. the past isnât somewhere he has ever been stuck in and yet ...
a quick glance is cast at the empty driverâs seat before returning his gaze to rahi. who was he with? a futile thought. â no, â he says bluntly. rahi may still technically be a brotherhood member but tommy could only trust him as far as he could throw him. â who are you with? â same words, different intentions -- he asks as a region manager, nothing else.
xuanduanâ:
In her defense, she doesn't notice anybody around because she was too pre-occupied with trying to parallel-park the rental car between two rusty Hondas.
So when a sudden knock comes at the passenger's side of the window, Xuan nearly jumps in her seat, a scream half-formed in her throat. She can't see much beyond the misted-up windows -- whoever on the other side was reduced to a black vertical blob.
They just had to approach right after she turned off the ignition.
"Hi?" She yelps, then scrambles to twist the key and rolls the window down once she belatedly realized the person obviously won't hear her. It's still too dark to make out the person's figure. The trees spiderwebbing above the street obscured the streetlight and the waning moon. "Hi." She says again, baring her teeth in a wide smile.
tommy immediately looks past the face and scans her surroundings, looking for things that might shed more light into the type of person she is, specifically a cop. a hand is placed on the hood of the car as he lowers himself to get a better look. thereâs no one in the back -- fine.
â you should park somewhere else. â
open to: all setting: nye @ hudson yards
All around, a depraved sort of chaos had taken place. Never mind Gentille Fille â this is worse and better all at the same time. Faces right off the tabloids or criminal files, or both, showing their true colors in one way or another.
âI ainât never seen folks sin where everyone can see.â Quite the opposite, actually: Jacquesâs business exists only for peopleâs need to hide the darkest parts of themselves. The devilâs typically in the details, but perhaps itâs in the drinks tonight. âAre old sins, forgotten with the new year?â Itâs something to be pondered. âWill what, we do tonight, still matter tomorrow?â
whatever promise that came with a new year, a fresh start, tommy had never understood it. he narrows his gaze at someone failing to take a shot, letting it spill all down their chin rather than hitting the back of their throat.Â
â they do it every day, at the capitol, â he remarks dryly -- and in courthouses and on the streets by those who were sworn to protect. but, even with a purpose, when it comes down to it, tomorrow will be the same as today, as today was the same as yesterday. and so, after a simple shrug of the shoulders, he asks, â does what we do tonight matter tonight? â
an annoyed grunt escapes him, suddenly coming to a halt. â lon-- â he holds out his hand, stopping lonnie along the way too, then shows his new iphone. the flash is turned on and tommy cannot for the life of him figure out why it keeps doing that. â the fuck is up with this. you know how to fix it? â for most of his life, he has used a 2g phone, not particularly seeing the need for a smart phone. eventually iphones were used for work purposes but it was only recently that he switched from an iphone 6 to the latest one. he hates it.Â
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avamhollisâ:
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   There wasnât supposed to be anyone around â at the very least, not anyone whoâd know her face or name or occupation. When the figure eventually knocked on the window, Ava reluctantly rolled it down and offered the man an oblivious grin. âCan I help you, officer?â Sheâd been quick to notice there was no badge and no recognizable uniform. âI promise Iâll be out of your hair in no time.â As soon as she got a good look at the woman living on that fourth floor.
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officer -- he may have chosen to find humour in that under different circumstances. he quickly takes note of the placement of her hands, assesses the chances of her drawing a weapon. for now, it seems less than probable -- a low grunt escapes him as he reaches that conclusion. briefly, he turns his head, looking for where her gaze couldâve been before he interrupted. what could she possibly be doing? a change in chief of police has him more on edge than usual. returning his gaze back to her, he asks, voice stiff, â are you lost? âÂ
STARTER Â FOR:Â everyone SETTING: Â anywhere that makes sense, maybe some suss area where your character shouldnât be. early morning between 2-6am
the whirring of a car engine catches tommyâs attention. he isnât expecting anyone else to be around, not at this time. he follows the sound to investigate, turning a corner for the headlights to shine in his face. he only squints to make out the type of car and number plate, neither of which he recognises. firm steps take him to the side of the car, leather clad knuckles slowly tapping against misted up windows.Â
â BASICS
Name: Taeho âTommyâ Kang Age / D.O.B.: 35 / 14th Jan 1987 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cismale, he/him, bisexual Hometown: New York Affiliation: Gang, Brotherhood Job position: Region Manager (Upper Queens)Â Education: NYU Relationship status: Single Children: None Positive traits: pragmatic, composed, well-spoken, rational, perceptive Negative traits: impersonal, strict, humourless, cold, surly
â BIOGRAPHY
Tommy was born to parents who wanted nothing more than to provide a better life for their children, the dreams they were promised.
Moving to America had been the result of wanting a fresh start. They followed their friends to New York, hoping they could turn things around, but quickly they were faced with a harsh reality.
Tommyâs pragmatic approach to life comes from his mother. His father had all these large and fantastical ideas, which always ended up with them ending up in a penthouse in Manhattan. But there was only so much his mother could do to ground him, when her love for him often clouded her judgement, and he would always do what he wanted anyway.
Their laundrette was under the protection of the Brotherhood, and his fatherâs ideas ended up falling into more and more debt with no way of getting out. Eventually, he had to pay them back in ways other than cash.
Tommy would often work as a child mule, his father would come back late at night with cuts and bruises, and sometime their laundrette would be trashed.
When Tommy was sixteen, he witnessed the ends of the Brotherhoodâs patience. His father told him to run and hide with his younger sibling. What he didnât see was his father being murdered and his mother dying after trying to protect him. Tommy kept quiet and still, hidden below the counter with his hand over his siblingâs mouth. The bell on the door rang and the footsteps leaving the laundrette sounded so light. He never quite understood that.
Several weeks later, he was walking down the street. Suddenly, he sees a face he could never forget. He walks up to them, tells them to turn themselves in or heâll do it himself. The older man tells Tommy to call the police. After a while, Tommy walks to find the nearest phone booth. When he opens the door, itâs immediately slammed back shut by the older man standing behind him. Slowly, the man kneeled down in front of him, offering a chilling smile and said: âNever call the pigs.â
What happened after, Tommy used to look back on it fondly. Now itâs somewhat of a bitter memory. âWhat do you want to be, son?â âA politician.â âYou wanna be a politician? Follow me.â
The man heâd work for as a mule during his younger years, the man who killed his parents, and the man who shooed off the police had been a region manager at the time. Somewhere, somehow, Tommy must have made an impression.
Pico was an eccentric man, full of life. Upon first glance, he seemed no different to a friendly shawarma shop owner who talked to much when you just wanted your food. He took Tommy in, for reasons Tommy would never find out about, but it felt like he had no other choice at the time: he was promised good money and a safe space for his younger sibling to stay in.
Whilst there was no real pressure to get involved in the gang, Tommy quite liked being around Pico and he liked the recognition and approval that came with it. The Brotherhoodâs beliefs became his beliefs, their purpose his purpose.Â
From working alongside Pico, he was able to learn a lot and he was able to climb the ranks swiftly. People could see Tommy was a switched-on guy, wise beyond his years, and had a lot of potential. When Tommy voiced his desires to go to college, there wasnât a lot of pushback. They trusted that he could keep his priorities in order.
After graduating college, he dives back into the Brotherhood, working on more of the arms deals rather than getting his hands dirty. He still lives with Pico, washing up his mugs and putting his shoes away on the shoe rack.
One evening, Tommy overhead a conversation he wished he never walked in on. From there, he conducted his own investigation to find that Pico was an undercover cop. He had a different apartment on the other end of the city with information on him, his younger sibling, various other members of the gang, all organised in neat folders. His apartment was spotless, not a single shoe out of place.
When it came to confronting Pico, the only response he got was a solemn smile: âYou know what you have to do,â to which Tommy understood there was an unspoken âand you know what I have to do.â
The aftermath, all in all, left him feeling lonely. Heâd lost the man who had taken care of him, who was also the man who killed his parents.
Not long after, he became a region manager. A calm and assured leader, reasonable to an extent but forgiveness doesnât come cheap. On the more controlled side of the Brotherhood, if he can resolve things without violence then thatâs his preferred way. Hates doing things in excess but wonât shy away from doing what is needed to get his message across.
There are a very few people he trusts and makes time for. He keeps his circle small but understands the importance of building goodwill amongst others for business. In a sense, heâs very traditional and has the personality of an old man. He understands that there are less people who are intelligent than people who can throw a good punch.
â WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS
FOGGY TO HIS MATT: They go way back, maybe not all the way to the childhood years but it feels like it. This friend is somewhat oblivious to what Tommy does for a living. There are obvious lies and secrets but regardless the loyalty is still there. This character will have to be a civilian. Or maybe law enforcement?Â
CHARLIE PUTH VC: *we donât talk anymore*Â Iâm a sucker for platonic heartbreak so childhood friends he grew up with and have either grown apart or had a big fall out and are no longer friends. Ideally someone who isnât in the Brotherhood.Â
MATILDA TO LEON: Or Vanellope to Ralph. Basically unlikely friends. Iâm also a sucker for sunshine and grump dynamics. Or someone who is generally a little shit and is a pain in Tommyâs ass and for some reason Tommy just deals with them. Or, alternatively, heâs trying to get rid of them but they just wonât leave him alone. I think this might probably only work for Brotherhood members or civilians but down to discuss if you have any ideas!Â
RIVALS:Â Upper Queens is split between the Brotherhood and the Cartel - his rival would be the Cartel member who also manages Upper Queens. This could go one of many ways. Maybe they share a past that makes the job hard, or adds a layer of competitiveness, or maybe theyâre only rivals in name -- preferring to keep the peace between borders.Â
BROTHERHOOD: Members he gets along with, members he doesnât get along with. For whatever reason. Tommy is on the tamer side compared to most of the Brotherhood members but that doesnât mean heâs any less angry. His rage comes cold, and maybe your character doesnât quite understand it. Â
WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME:Â Your character was caught in the middle of a dangerous situation. Luckily Tommy hates collateral damage and kept them safe throughout the ordeal. Maybe theyâve been meeting up since then, coincidence or not, or maybe they accidentally bump into each other for the first time.Â
NOSY NEIGHBOUR:Â Someone who lives next to him or a few doors down that is always up in his business.Â
(F)WB:Â Everyone has to let off some steam. They know the arrangement and theyâre happy to keep it going as long as neither of them get too close. Itâs easy, low maintenance and gets the job done.Â
FIRST LOVE:Â Happy to plot most of the relationship like how they met, how long they dated etc. but they wouldâve broken up amicably because things just werenât working, either due to the nature of Tommyâs work or whatever else. It took a lot of time and effort to get to where they are now: just friends.
GENERAL: Friends, enemies, flings, exes, pseudo-siblings,Â