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bound_emerson (bound_emerson) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-03-06 22:26:00

Entry tags:

andon jollett, complete, emerson sinclair, frankie marks, jonah welsh, private, rhiannon monroe

The Gambler
Date: January 8th 2013
Time: 10:47pm
Location: Rhiannon's Nameless bar/Mainstreet
Characters: Jonah Welsh, Andon Jollett, Frankie Marks, Emerson Sinclair, Rhiannon Monroe.
Status: Private,(Closed due to lack of activity. Sorry guys.)

“Ace-high straight flush.” Said as he triumphantly tossed that winning hand out onto the small mound of worn poker chips, a cheap Rolex –an obvious knock off, likely acquired from a street merchant just before Ol Bill come clompin’- and some poor fella’s car keys. Releasing a hearty laugh, Emerson wrapped trunk like arms around the mound of poker chips, drawing them toward him.

“Bullshit!” Challenged the man with the keys.

“No way!” Said another as he flung his cards across the table in angry protest.

Silently the third man placed his cards upon the green felt table, running a hand across the nape of his neck with a sigh. There were a large number of people that Emerson had acquainted with, be it personally or professionally but this one was new. The fella’ seemed legit enough at the start, with his chest puffed out and a small wad of cash… Of course Emerson would allow him to sit in. However, that decision just came back to bite him in the ass, what-with the man attempting to mosey on out the door.

“I hope you’re stepping out to grab some air before paying this debt.” His voice rose with a powerful authority that blanketed all others. Laced through the simple sentence his word carried a distinct don’t be stupid undertone. In response, the gentleman bolted through the door, disappearing into the dim lit parking lot. An exhausted breath was drawn to collect the fleeing man’s scent deep into his lungs before being released in sigh. Pushing from the table slowly, he’d collect the money from the other two gentlemen with a soft nod as he slid the first man’s car keys back to him. “Next time bring cash Mike, I don’t want your shitty Chrysler.”

Moving from the out of the way area they had been playing their card game, Emerson passed Rhia an easy smile and a pair of large faced bills. “Keep my tab open for those two.” He’d smile once more as he turned to leave only to have a notion strike him. “Also, I’ve got a few more small things to tighten up on your Beetle tonight. It should be ready for you in the morning. Should come take a look at it when you get the chance.” With that he’d shoot her a playful wink before he himself stepped out into the cool night air.

(All posts are to be timed the day following the above post but by all means use your own creative means to set your ideal scene.)

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bound_rhia
2014-03-07 06:07 pm UTC (link)

"Rhia please! Take my shift!!" Lissa begged her. Tonight was supposed to be Rhia's night off. Usually she doesn't get nights off, she doesn't take them. She enjoyed working. It got her out of her cabin and into the real world. Well, half way. It got in her into the nightlife, which she found more enjoyable. Rhia had always been more of a night owl growing up. "Dirk's off tonight. You know he doesn't get night's off!!" She cried, taking Rhia's hand. Rhia raised her eyebrow. She knew that Lissa's relationship with this guy was bumpy because they hadn't been able to see each other. From what Rhia could see, this guy was making her happy. She sighed, "Fine. I'll go in." Lissa squealed, "I owe you one!"

Rhia's eyes were dusted in their usual black glitter and her lips painted red. The whole ride, she hated it because she was; number one in her mom's car. Her and her mom have had a rough relationship since the death of her dad, and two; the boss man. He might send her home and call Lissa in and that could mean trouble. He practically made Rhia take this night off. Her heels clicked on the wood floors, and she waved at people she knew. Disappearing into the back, she locked her things in a locker and reappeared at the bar. Making drinks was second nature to her. A few winks, drinks, smiles later, the tiredness began settling in. She needed a pick me up, so she grabbed a redbull. She drank half before making an ugly face, she hated the bitter taste but it was exactly what she needed.

She smiled when she saw Emerson approach her. When she first met him, she felt weary of him, but he has grown on her. He seemed nice and he was rebuilding her beetle. That she was thankful and ridiculously excited for. She gave him a small salute and took the bills, "Aye aye captain." When he mentioned her beetle, she gave a little jump and sqealed a little. "Oh god, I'm so excited." She was beaming at him. Rhia could hardly contain her joy about it. If she wasn't careful she'd lose her mysterious sultry bar persona. She took a deep breath, and winked back at him. "I'll there first thing in the morning." She said, calmly. She bounced a little more after he left.

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bound_emerson
2014-03-08 03:45 am UTC (link)

Carrying through the otherwise silent room was a sound both obnoxious and alarming. The sound was an old air raid siren yawning its incessantness through the small speaker of his cell phone. Stirring in his slumber, Emerson would shift beneath a thin white sheet, a blind hand reaching over to an overturned milk crate currently acting the part of a night stand. Bringing the small rectangular device into his line-sight he’d swipe a thumb across the screen to silence the alarm, groggily he’d note the time and issue a protestant growl.

To say that Emerson was one of those manically overjoyed buffoons that sprang from bed at the ass-crack of dawn to chipperly jog or…Whatever they did, would have been an outright, bold-faced load of horseshit. He detested wakening and held a standing grudge against his cellphone for having the balls to wake him each and every morning. Rolling to his back, he’d scroll through the various texts that had been sent the night before…”Don’t know you…Or you…” Deleting several before he tapped one from Rhiannon.

“Hey you. I’ll try to be there by 10ish if my mom remembers to pick me up. Super Excited!!”

Emerson, being the savvy conversationalist thumbed out a message most profound before sending and dropping the phone to the bed beside him. “K.”

Staring up through the relative darkness at the ceiling fan, he’d watch a crack of sunlight move across the corner of the room at a fantastically slow pace. The Garage had long become a second home, forgoing the twenty minute drive to his actual, much nicer house. He often just crashed on a cot in one of the parts rooms. It was –after all- a matter of convenience. Throwing the sheet aside, he’d move to sit on the edge of his bed, fingers rubbing at the sleep in his eyes while yawning. Every defined muscle pled for but five minutes longer on that gloriously lumpy cot, yet with a terminal yawn he stood and made his way to the small shower just inside the locker room.

For twenty minutes he stood beneath the showerhead, letting the near scalding water wash away the urge to crawl back onto the cot and sleep the remainder of the day away. After drying, clothing and gathering various items to be tucked into their respective pockets, he’d emerge from the back room. Being Wednesday, his employees would be arriving in a couple of hours to start the work day and once they arrived, he’d make sure they were up to date on the workload before heading out.

Crossing the immaculate garage floor, his fingertips would gently caress the glossy, metallic green paint of Rhiannon’s Volkswagon as if he were inspecting for any minor imperfection to critique. Popping open the driver’s door he’d slip into the seat, depress the clutch and thumb the ignition and from the rear of the small bug came the most surprising, deep exhaust note that simply purred. With a couple of sharp snaps of the throttle the engine roared, The sound of the custom built turbocharger punctuating an already sexy looking vehicle..

If she didn’t like it.. He’d drive it.

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bound_rhia
2014-03-08 10:01 pm UTC (link)

At 8 AM, she was bright eyed and bushy tailed. It was not normal for Rhia to be awake this early, but her excitement couldn't be contained. She was finally getting her car back. The first thing she did was text Emerson, reminding him she'd be by this morning. The "K" he sent back made her scowl, but that didn't put a damper on her spirits. She was tired of asking Indiana or her mom to drive her places. Unfortunately, It was her mom that would be picking her up today. As much as she'd rather have Indiana pick her up and take her to Emerson's garage, she was busy. She kept looking at the time on her phone, and looking out the window. Honestly? It wouldn't surprise her if her Jane "forgot" to pick her up. She had a nasty habit of forgetting things when it came to Rhia. Their relationship had been rocky ever since Luca died.

When 9:30 rolled around, Rhia became antsy. She started pacing and checking the window every second. She breathed a breath of relief when she saw the camry pull up. She didn't let her mom turn off the car, she wasn't going to invite her in. As far as Rhia was concerned they were already late. She locked her front door, and got into the passenger side door. "Hi, mom." She said, quietly. Jane smiled, politely at her daughter but Rhia could see she wasn't happy about taking time out of her morning to take her to some garage.

"I'll be glad when you get this junky beetle back." She said, "I hope he did a good job."

Rhia rolled her eyes, "I'll be glad to get my car back too, Mom. Then I won't have to listen to you complain anymore." She glared.

The ride was tense, and quiet. Jane didn't look at Rhia, and Rhia definitely didn't look at her.

As they pulled up to the garage, Rhia practically burst out the car. "You don't have to stay mom," She said, "I think I can handle myself from here." She smiled, hoping that Jane would leave. Jane waved goodbye and sped out of there. Rhia wiped her brow, "Thank. God." She said.

She entered the garage, her bag was slung cross bodied. She was wearing her good jean shorts and a big t-shirt with a pair of combat boots. Much different than the night before. She was comfortable and ready to see her baby. She lined her eyes were black liner and mascara on but that was it. Simple. That's how Rhia preferred it. She entered the garage, unable to hide the smile that was tugging at the corner of her lips. "Emerson?" She called, "Hello?"

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bound_emerson
2014-03-10 11:10 pm UTC (link)

By 9 am, he’d already gone through the various tasks involved with opening the garage for the day. Arranging the work orders, assigning them to mechanics who would excel in the given repairs. The thing with his garage -small as it may be- was that his reputation was what sustained him. Advertising was done by word of mouth, repairs were done promptly and accurately before the vehicle ever left the shop. Truth be told, it brought in a substantial amount of money, money that he added into the trust fund his grandfather left him. All of that money however could not compensate for the fact that he was the last of his lineage and the Sinclair name would likely die with him.

Whatever.

After speaking with a couple of the mechanics, filling them in on the vehicles that they had been assigned he moved across the shop and into a smaller attached garage. This building served as a secondary garage if ever the workflow became too much for the primary garage. Currently however, it served as Emerson’s personal workshop. Of the four above ground lifts, three were occupied with Emerson’s newly acquired toys and the fourth housed the crumpled beer can of a 68 Camaro he’d totaled the night he’d challenged Malik.

That was an interesting conversation he had with C.C.P.D.

Breathing a small sigh as he walked around the Camaro, he’d pull a single key from a row of hooks that hung just above his insanely large tool box. She’d be there shortly, a quick glance at the clock confirming exactly that, leaving him a very limited amount of time. Off to the side of the lifts was her small unassuming beetle, its body rested just inches from the pavement. Smiling inwardly as a thought crossed his mind while reaching to open the large rollup door with a considerable amount of noise.

As Rhia moved into the busy Garage, she was met by one of the mechanics who gestured towards the back of the shop when she dropped Emerson’s name.

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bound_rhia
2014-03-11 02:44 am UTC (link)

She smiled at the mechanic and moved went through the door to the back of the garage. Rhia was met was loud noises. It took her a second for her ears to adjust. She stood there for a second, sometimes, her heightened senses were a burden. She didn't know how Emerson worked here, or how he didn't have constant headaches. She felt one coming on just from the noise and she hadn't been standing there but only a few seconds. Rhia waved over to a mechanic, and yelled, "Emerson!?" He pointed to another part of the garage and motioned her to go on back. She mouthed the words thank you, and ran through the shop. She was sure Emerson might get mad, but Rhia was so graceful, even in wolf form. She hopped over equipment and got angry yells and she just stuck her tongue out at them.

She opened the door to the spare garage. The first thing she saw was the totaled Camaro. "Wow." She breathed, eyeballing the damage. Whoever wrecked that, couldn't have survived. In her peripheral vision she saw something green, she turned her head and saw her beetle, except it didn't look like her junky old beetle at all. It practically looked new. "Oh. My. God!" Her voice raised an octave with each word. She bounced over to it and touched it. No, this couldn't be hers. No way. Rhia's eyes finally found Emerson.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it." She didn't care how little she knew him, she flung her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She beamed, pulling away, and staring at her car. "He's has to have a new name. He's not old reliable anymore. He's too sexy for that now!" Rhia was still bouncing, so she took a deep breath, and stopped, well sort of. She was too excited that her car looked brand new, and if it would run as good as it looked she shouldn't have any problems out of it.

"So. Are you sure you don't want me to give you any money for this?" She asked, "It looks like a lot of work, Emerson. I would feel better if you let me pay for something. Anything." Her hands rested on her hips, and her expression soft. Rhia appreciated everything he has done for her, and now she wanted to give back to him.

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bound_emerson
2014-03-11 04:59 am UTC (link)

Rhiannon arrived just as he was removing the car cover off of her beetle, it was as he folded it that she bound through the noisy garage and practically burst through the door to his private garage. He couldn’t restrain the smile that just barely made its way to his lips at her reaction to seeing her car.

“I’ll take a wild stab and assume that you approve?” He called out gently as she approached, much to his surprise however; she didn’t stop those few comfortable feet away. As she wrapped her arms around him jubilantly, he found himself quite shocked. It was awkward and unfamiliar to him and had him taken aback slightly, as she pulled away he quickly cleared his throat, dawning that soft flash of smile.

Spinning the key around his index finger by its key ring -a nervous habit- he’d wait for her bouncing to ease before continuing. Those intense Hazel eyes flickered between her and her car before resting on her as she started talking about returning the favor, he would decline with a small shake of his head and a motion from his hand.

“Nah, you’re good. It was therapeutic… Kept my mind busy.” Judging by his collection of cars, he certainly had a lot on his mind. Regardless, he presented her the key, motioning towards the open bay door. “If you are so insistent on paying for something, you can buy me a cup of coffee.” Dropping the Key into her outstretched palm, he’d circle the car and pop open the passenger side door, his smile spreading into a arrogant grin. “Besides, you need to drive it first.”

Lowering into the small vehicle, he was hardly able to squeeze into the cramped –to him at least- passenger seat after pulling the door to.

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bound_rhia
2014-03-13 03:19 am UTC (link)

"Approve?! Emerson! I adore it!" Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. Rhia honestly couldn't remember a time she was happier with something. Maybe before her father's death, but those memories were vague. Right now, all she could see was this green beetle before her. If her grandpa was here, he would probably take the volkswagen back. It's in better condition now then when she got the initially got the vehicle. Honestly, Rhia couldn't help the hug, she acted on impulse. Her cheeks warmed with a blush as she looked down. Rhia met his eyes, noticing his small smile and returned it.

"Therapeutic? Like meditation?" She raised an eyebrow. Rhia couldn't judge, clearing her mind consisted of running and reading books. His happened to be cars. "Whatever works, right?" Rhia did however want to pay for something, "Fine. I'll get you coffee, and breakfast." She smirked. "You can't say no, and you can't order something 'light' either. I won't let you do that!" When her key appeared in his hand, she bit her lip and stared at it. "I get to drive it?" She asked, the excitement oozing off her voice.

Her hand closed around the key, and she began bouncing again. She got into the beetle, it felt familiar but foreign at the same time. She took in her the newness and fell in love. She wasn't expecting all the new features, like the radio and the sound system. "Emerson!" She said, "You seriously did way too much." She smiled, "You have to let me pay for something!" Rhia put the key in the ignition, her face focused, and her nose wrinkled. It was out of habit, the beetle wouldn't start and she'd get mad. It would be a viscous cycle. When it started smoothly, she giggled and clapped out of joy. "Good thing, I like to drive fast."

Rhia put the car in drive, and sped out the garage. Driving felt great, especially as she picked up speed, she switched gears like a pro. As she should, she had only been driving this thing since she'd been 14. She watched Emerson out of her corner of her eye, hoping he wasn't too uncomfortable in the small car.

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bound_jonah
2014-03-18 05:21 am UTC (link)

Hot, damp breaths and three slobbery licks across the cheek were not Jonah's favorite way to wake up in the morning, but it was better than some of the other times he woke up in mysterious places after having drank himself to sleep the night before. He sat up and pushed the dog away gently. "Go on," he encouraged as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes and took a look around. After locating his phone, he read through the text message of the night before and followed the digital breadcrumbs of the evening to explain how he got to the large house he was in now. It took about ten seconds to locate his jacket and set over the slumberous bodies of his fellow party mates.

He remembered being at a bar the previous night. He remembered playing poker. Was he playing? He remembered leaving and going to do something. What did he leave to do? Jonah walked down the street to find a local coffee shop. He knew he would get scolded if he went to Roman's house hungover and so he was careful to also avoid her place of employment as well. He rubbed his head and tried not to think about how much he missed the warm weather of the south.

Oh! Maybe he was running from something. Or running to do something. He was with Andon, a guy he met a few days ago. No. Jonah wasn't playing poker. That was around the time he started taking shots. He was watching his friend play poker. They left in a hurry and his memory was all a blur after that. His pace slowed when he turned the corner and passed a pizza parlor, causing his stomach to lurch upward. He felt his cheeks grow warm as he power-walked passed the place and towards the coffee shop. He had received a call from his sister the night before and that had been the reason for his random drinking binge, in which he was already deeply regretting.

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bound_frankie
2014-03-18 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Town mornings were both a chore and an indulgence. The actual drive itself was pleasant enough, and the routine jobs -- food, bills, post, ammo and salt -- were tedious, but more or less innocuous. Instead, it was the battling for car parks and dealing with the incompetent staff at the hardware store that had her gritting her teeth in frustration, and the crowds at the bulk food store always set her nerves on edge. But after the elbows in the ribs and the queue-jumpers and the pay-for-everything-with-penniesers, after the improperly parked people-movers and the unreturned shopping trollies and the SUVs that apparently didn't feel the need for left-turn indicators, after all her chores were done, Frankie would wrestle her beaten-up pick up into a parallel park on Main Street and spend the rest of the morning drinking coffee that didn't come from her stove top.

Frankie still wasn't convinced that Americans knew how to make a decent cup of coffee. There was far too much of the always-burnt filter stuff favoured by diners and truck stops for her liking, and when she did find an espresso chain that wasn't overly obnoxious, they still wanted to pump her coffee full of sickeningly sweet flavoured syrups.

But she'd managed to find a little independent joint on the main strip of Crescent Grove that served a fairly decent approximation of a flat white, and it's here she'd sit herself after her fortnightly supply run, with a local and a national newspaper to catch up on the world.

Today had been good -- she'd beat the crowd at the supermarket and a package she'd been waiting for had been waiting for her at the post office. She settled down at a seat by the window with her coffee, and opened the package.

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bound_emerson
2014-04-04 01:45 am UTC (link)

His laugh was soft and genuine and he quickly realized that Rhiannon Monroe, slight in stature as she may be seemed to get exactly what she wanted. Though the beetle was small, he slipped into the passenger seat with relative ease, all be it a bit bunched up and turned those frightening blue eyes on Rhia when she practically leapt into the driver seat and begin touching nearly every item of the interior. Rhia may have gotten what she wanted, but once Emerson had his mind made up, it was impossible to convince him otherwise, case in point being her persistence in wanting to pay for something.

”How about we just start with breakfast and go from there?”

No sooner had he finished speaking did the small car launch from the garage and out onto the road, tearing down Main Street with surprising speed. His smirk was noteworthy as again he looked to Rhia silently, watching every reaction she had to each new feature she discovered.

Well He thought. At least she seems to appreciate it.

With this he sat back, got comfortable and just enjoyed the ride.

(Sorry so short, need to get myself back in his mindset.)

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