Jacob's back (age up)
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Gillian[OP]
16.12.2018 15:55
LinkName- Jacob Lee Hanson, though everyone who manages to get words out of him knows him as Classified , or Anonymous
Status-single, straight
Height-6’4
Likes- little to nothing about the human race- cigarettes-being alone
Dislikes- meeting people
Extra- Jacob is now a hit man, anyone who knew him at all before knows just about nothing about him now and actually getting words or information out of him now is harder than trying to tear tytanium apart with your hands, he’s stubborn, quiet, and sticks to his morals, and if you do actually manage to speak with him, chances of him telling you his actual name are just about 0, he’s erased his name off of every platform and is just about impossible to find, and due to the fact he avoids relationships like the plague (due to the fear of being hurt again) if he were ever to actually find attraction to someone he’d most likely just slowly stop talking to them or avoid them, either that or just get really shy in certain situations
He is currently 24
Gillian[OP]
16.12.2018 15:55
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Gillian[OP]
16.12.2018 15:56
Linkforgot to mention, but when he's feeling verry strongly in a situation (nervous, anger, sadness etc) he's skin starts to melt
( no matter how anti social this boi is I shalll get him to speak
Courtney: it was snowing outside and she had on a thin sweater, she honestly loves the cold”
Courtney : she goes over and see’s him , he catches her eye so she goes over tot all to him “ hello “ she smiles
Courtney: quirks a brow , she smiles again “ cold out am I right “ does a quickly finger gun at the sky
( Gillian I need advice there an old character I, bringin back and she’s five idk how much to age her up iwi
Courtney: to have a conversation with a new comer to this city”chuckles
Thank you vwv )
Courtney: she seems to be confused “ hmmm I’ve been alll around this city , weird I haven’t seen you around here
Courtney: oh so your here for that big business expo like I am right?
Courtney: she gets generally intrigued but decides to leave it alone not wanting to anger him “ well I hope to see you around more, maybe you could even stop by the bakery
( oof she got him to talk somim satisfied vwv , ima go finish drawing my baby
for me it's so difficult to roleplay as shy characters and now he's just the pure definition of 0 sociality
Ophelia: *waiting for the bus, fiddling with a broken briefcase clasp*
Ophelia: Damn, so much for quitting. *she lights her own cigarette* Eh, doubt anyone had faith I would anyway.
Ophelia: *lets out a low chuckle* Well I hate to break it to you but you’re gonna be late.
Ophelia: Who’s your boss?
(Haha she’s asking to see if she’s slept with him XD)
Ophelia: Well I can’t help you with that. I’m only acquainted with businessmen. High position businessmen. Great people to have wrapped around your finger. Makes life a lot easier.
Ophelia: Shouldn’t be long before I get a promotion. I’ll have to keep his wife just a litttle bit suspicious. Business men. You’d be amazed at what they’ll do to get in someone’s pants. *clicking the suitcase clasp*
Ophelia: I can’t help but think I’ve seen your face before. Do you perchance know Mrs. Copper wood? *shes scanning him with her eyes*
Ophelia: I see. I was just wondering if you were the anonymous person she’s been sending undisclosed amounts of money to.
Ophelia: I suppose it’s not. It’s too bad really, she thinks I don’t know about all the hitmen she’s hired. She also seems rather unaware that all of them so far have been arrested or “mysteriously disappeared”.
Ophelia: Oh I’ve no idea who this new one is. All I know is she pays with counterfeit money. A tragedy, that entire family.
Ophelia: A sad twisted thing the business world. A good thing it’s easy to twist to ones own will.
Ophelia: Oh it’s a lot harder when everyone tries it. The key is working your way into information. Everyone has a weak spot. Something that makes them talk.
Ophelia: Oh yes, and that’s why you f*ck them afterwards.
(She ain’t got no restraint)
Ophelia: Whatever must be done to get ahead. Take what you’ve got and use it to your advantage. *laughs* I haven’t met a man yet who didn’t fall for it. Sad really, the incompetence of humanity.
( what can I say. Her plan is pretty full proof 0-0)
Ophelia: Well hey, you learned. That means your better than 50% of the population. *chuckles*
Ophelia: The good ones are fools. The bad ones are also fools. You’ve got to have the right balance.
Ophelia: Ophelia. Yes, like the song, and don’t call me Ophel-ee-I or I will personally ruin your life.
Ophelia: How funny. Last time I saw you it was... wasn’t it William? Well anyway, nice to meet you “Hunter” *shakes his hand, with a small smirk, that kind of smile that says I know more than you think*
(It’s fine, I figured you hadn’t heard the whole story as he deleted those comments)
Ophelia: Now where is this bus? My managers aren’t going to blackmail themselves.
Ophelia: Ah finally. Jacob is a very incompetent bus driver. Too nice, let’s everyone get away with free rides.
Haha remember when I bribed her with cookies?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I don’t think she’s on anymore.
Ophelia: ... You alright there? Looking a bit uptight. Was it something I said?
Ophelia: Alright then.
*bus pulls up*
Ophelia: Hey Jakey, good to see you.
Jakey: You too Ophelia. Whose this friend you’ve got with you?
Ophelia: So you going to introduce yourself or...?
Jakey: Jacob. Everyone calls me Jakey. Nice to meet you.
Ophelia: *takes one of the few remaining empty seats, the one next to her is also empty but damp from some unknown substance*
Ophelia: *puts in an earbud as the bus begins to move, glancing around, as though observing the fellow passengers*
Ophelia: *points to a man in a suit nearby* He’s cheating on his wife.
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Ophelia: hm. Well one way you can tell is how the next stop is a strip club, and he’s removing his wedding ring, easily, suggesting it’s often removed. Also I’ve seen him on this bus with multiple women, so I may have a heads up. *chuckles* *tapping her fingers to the music*
Ophelia: *takes out her earbuds and packs them up, her stop is next, near town square*
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(kk)
Ophelia: *she gets off work, about an hour after the usual time* *walking, tidying her hair with one hand*
Ophelia: *turns off the main road* *humming softly, ties her hair up in a bun*
Ophelia: mph! *tries to spin out of his grasp*
(fun fact, those actually take 3-5 minutes to work, but I'll say this one works like the movies ;) )
Ophelia: *looks around* hm. I've been captured. *studies the chains,looking for a brand name*
Ophelia: Well then I'll be presumptuous. Your name isn't Hunter, although it appears you've effectively erased it from existence. You are a hitman, professional grade, acknowledged by the government but not to the point where they consider you a threat. And I'm assuming you are here to kill me, so the question now is what kind of killer are you.
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Ophelia: Well I suppose you're better than most of the sadistic f*cks out there. Might as well get it over with, I assume you aren't one for stalling.
Ophelia: I must say, you've got better equipment then most. Glad to see some people are competent. A pity, the world's soon to be run by men once again. Oh well, I've done my work.
Ophelia: Ah, well good sir, I don't matter to this world. I've nothing to live for, no one to care about. I live in a world of chess, for a while I moved the pieces, and now its time for a sacrifice.
Ophelia: Someones wife. I suspect Mrs. Copperwood. Well soon to be Ms. Copperwood. She runs one of the biggest counterfeit money rings in the world, and she's had it out for me for quite some time. Her husband was easy really, Information poured out of him like a leaky faucet.
Ophelia: Do let Mrs. Copperwood know that the hardrive will be delivered to the police once my missing person report reaches the papers. I'm sure it will peak her intrest. It really is, you didn't seem so bad yourself.
Ophelia: So do you have custom shoes? Or do you train to walk that quietly?
Ophelia: Its too bad, You would've made a fine buisness partner if we were on the same side.
Ophelia: I'm no traitor, If thats what you are implying. I don't hurt people without damn good reason.
Ophelia: You're a hitman. I'm more in the buisness of corrupt officials. Corner them, control them. Once you have enough pawns you know everything that goes on in this city. Are you aware of the young woman who, well to put it blatently, stalks you?
(scratch ripped apart his nephew before he was his nephew at one point)
Ophelia: I believe she is observing your skills. To put it simply, I'm sure I can offer a lot more than whatever couple thousand bucks have been placed on my head.
(She won't)
Ophelia: You're a hitman, you kill people for a living. I, well I'm a bit of an informant. I know what goes on around here. I know who will pay up, where every person is at what time. I can pay a pretty penny selling information. And I'm pretty sharp with a gun.
(also I'm mildly concerned that I still miss Scratch despite his murderous tendencies. I kind of want to make him wear a suit 0-0)
Ophelia: Well currently I'm working on toppling the buisness Larson Law and finances. They steal so much money, its attrocious. I suppose you could say I'm a bit of a robin hood. I enjoy it, destroying those crooks.
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(Though to be honest I'm over lavender at this point. It really isn't as bad as it was made out to be. I've done worse, dunno bout gill though.)
(0v0 I totally don't have three imaginary friends. And a mild indifference to literally everything)
Ophelia: Well, whos reputation am I tarnishing then?
Ophelia: *brainstorming ways to get to them, and what she already knows* ...
Ophelia: One of those men was in prison for posession of child pornography, he covered it up well, but that should work. The others shouldn't be tricky once I find them. Dave is an alcoholic. I'll have to look into the others, but It's never hard.
Ophelia: Every person has something. You've just got to give them a little.. nudge.
Ophelia: *barks a low laugh* What can I say. When you have a key, use it.
Ophelia: Broken Jealous Housewife? What peculiar choice of terms, but a deal is a deal.
Ophelia: Oh you are talking about Mrs. Copperwood. I should've got that. Ha!
Ophelia: Alright. *inspects the handcuffs before leaving* Nice, custom made.
Ophelia: Can do. She usually is on lunch break around then, but I'm sure I can get the place out of her.
(gtg shower)
Jacob:*he nods* sounds good, meet up with me at the café after you've gotten this information, i'll be waiting, tick tock *he'd tisk his head off to the side a bit, not yet comfortable with having a partner in his line of work he's skeptical of her, the only thing he's interested in at the moment is business, and getting paid
Ophelia: *sits down* 3:00 she is leaving for lunch break at Vera Sandwitch house. At 3:30 she will find herself caught in traffic, and at 3:42 she should be near Alpha Mall, walking to Vera Sandwitch house due to lack of parking spaces.
Ophelia: Probally in the booth once she gets there. I'd say around 4:00, whenever she uses the bathroom is likely as alone as she will get. Rush hour and all.
Ophelia: *laughs* She's a chatterbox, and simple traffic maps do wonders.
Ophelia: Don't think very highly of me I see. I do what I have to when I have to, getting basic information is easy- No need for anything, well, physical.
Ophelia: A brilliant philosophy. Until you choose not to trust the wrong person and it gets you killed.
Ophelia: I suppose. People never seem to like how I feel, so I find it's best to refrain from giving myself more enemies
Ophelia: That is what makes cats charming. They refuse to beg or plead like dogs. They have some odd sense of dignity. It's curious.
Ophelia: It's a good thing too. For a second I thought you had a dog.
Ophelia: And they are so much less.. Clingy. Dogs are pathetic, slobbering all over their "Human". Well I assume you must get going, after all, Chad won't feed himself.
Well I believe, I could use her, let's say she's working an office job, to help keep up paying the costs of her university and school :/
Peyton- *She sits down, unfocused to him, writing down notes and typing them up*
Peyton- *She'd think she saw something, but shrug it off thinking it was no one.*
(Dude he isn’t the best hitman if he just lets people see him there, he needs an alibi!)
Peyton- *She'd check the time* "Oh schisse-" *She'd scurry back to her desk*
(i though i heard airhorn sirens- so im like sh it, but it wasn't it was someone inflating a christmas decoration xD)
Peyton- *really concentrated with the typing*
Peyton- *She's kinda exhausted from staying up late, but still she's doing her job, that's what matters the most to her.*
Peyton- "And done those-" *she'd print off the papers, walking over to the printer, waiting.*
Peyton- *once printed, she'd take the papers, dropping them in a basket, returning back to her desk*
(I hold the higher power Gill)
Peyton- *watching him on his way out, she'd look at him strangely but with curiosity*
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(hwha? owo)
Peyton- *she stumbles in tired af, she worked all night, non-stop, she walks and waits in line, mumbling things to herself*
(already told you)
Jacob: *looks at her for a moment, then back into his coffee, he thinks he sees a fase of someone in his past, jumping back and dropping the coffee, some of the black skin of his face melts a bit like wax and he'd shake his head, trying to gather himself*
Peyton- *She'd watch his reaction, that woke her up a bit, grabbing her coffee and sitting down at a table nearby him, on her phone.*
Peyton- *she decides to get up and ask him if he was okay after the coffee burn* "Hey, are you okay? I saw you spill your coffee on yourself."
Peyton- "Alright then," *she walks back to her table, calling her friend*
Peyton- *she's legit arguing with one of the coworkers on her phone about the files and getting work done*
Peyton- "nO- mMMmMmMM- It's reallllly simple-" *insert rest of conversation*
Peyton- *she ends the call, grabbing her cup and throwing it out, then leaving the building in a stressed manner.*
Peyton- *mumbling* "those idiots don't know how to doy their job, like come on! I have tution to pay and student loans-"
Ulysses- *knitting a baby blanket in the park, she groans at a knot she missed all the way at the beginning*
Ulysses- *she continues to hang her head, her mouth doesn’t open this time as an automatic recording starts to play* Greetings. You have come into contact with project number 4372. In other words, Ulysses. She is an ongoing project, and is unfortunately dull and.. imperfect.
Ulysses- *the recording continues* Please also note that Ulysses is government property. If she is bothering you, simply flip the switch on the back of her neck and she will be temporarily shut off and a signal will be sent out so someone can come to pick her up. Feel free to wait and offer feedback about how she can be improved. Thank you! *Ulysses swings her feet and scowls down at the ground*
Uly- *she pints to her scratch* I tripped a while back and got that. If they saw it they’d reprogram my chip because I was imperfect and then give me a new appearance. I don’t want that.. I want to remember everything I’ve learned and where I’ve learned it. And I won’t if they reset me. *she hangs her head*
Uly- yeah, but not everyone has programming that makes them feel that their one purpose in life is to please others and do what they say, no matter how they try to get RID of it! I’m living in the constant fear that I’ll be shut down and DESTROYED for not being perfect, only to be shipped of to some.. some PIG that can’t find a “suitable wife” one day!
Jacob: if you didn't care about being the way you are i'd consider you weren't capable of deciding things, but you see the thing with that is you do care, that shows me enough to see that you really want this, you just give up too fast, a machine would reboot to solve but you won't, think on that *he stands up strait slipping his hands in his pockets* cya around *gives a faint, almost unnoticeable but genuine smile and heads off in the opposite direction*
Amara- anyways, I gotta bounce. *she takes a small gun out and reloads it, tucking it into her jeans, hiding it away* Bye girl!! *she sprints away, shortly after gunshots can be heard don in a bad part of town*
Ulysses- *she starts to walk in the opposite direction of Amara, clutching the envelope*
(when two emotionless beings create two emotional beings it will be a beautiful day)
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Amara- *she crosses her arms* Easy. I’m a huge fan, and I’ve done my research. You’re Jacob Lee Hansen, the greatest hitman in the state. You’re twenty four years old and went to school in the area. I’ve been around for more than one of your killings, you should really take advantage of buildings taller than the ones you snipe on. I intend to take you out one day when I’m good enough, just have to figure out how. Plus, I’m letting you get rid of all of the people who threaten my future career instead of doing the work.
Amara- this envelope *she holds it up* was to one of my spies, who also helped in creating her. He’s been trying to get her sent out for months now so I can hijack the car she’s sent in, but unfortunately her main creator insists she’s not ready, and it’s quite annoying. I can’t within 50 feet of Uly’s house or lab or they’ll shoot me, I used to steal stuff from em.. so I want Ulysses’s creator dead. Not just for her, it benefits me, too.
(haha you are being payed in ownership of her that doesnt sound weird at all)
Amara- much appreciated, *she tosses him an envelope with a certificate of permissions inside* don’t ask how I got this, I have no idea where she is right now, but it’s legal. See you around, next time with a weapon. *she chuckles and sinks into the shadows, before jumping up onto the fire escape with her thicc rabbit legs and climbing up it onto the roof*
(BECAUSE HE SECRETLY A GOOD BOI ;0;)
Jacob:*he nods a bit* i've got a few people who can add in some new data, because you weren't originally programmed to feel I figured i'd take a few things into my own hands *he flips through a few papers* and don't worry this won't affect your memory in the slightest
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Jacob:*he shrugs* what ever you want to, you don't have a curfew anymore and your since of charging is like sleeping so really, you're free to do what ever the hell you want, you don't really need to hang around me because, well, I don't like to believe that you're property, just please try not to get into any trouble -v-"
Jacob: I was going to suggest you stay with me for safety purposes because your metal can still dent easy due to you not being made for out door terrains all that much, but if you want your own apartment to feel more independent i'm sure I could get you started up on a job and up on your feet so you can afford to pay rent
Jacob:*he pauses for a moment, looking at her, his smile fades to uncertainty and concern, and a mild terror* excuse me for a moment...*he stands up and walks out of the room, standing outside on a balcony nervously smoking a cigarette*
(continue tomorrow, my mom's yelling at me to gtb