LetterA

Neko no Koi/A Cat's Love

Park
"Hm?" Argo hummed as his head wandered back to reality, with the small neko swinging back and forth. A laugh escaped his lips as he turned and showed with his hands grabbing on imaginary bars, saying, "Just let a hand go and reeeach for the next one! You can do it!" After his explanation, he reached his arms out under the red neko, humming, "And don't worry, don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall!"
Probably. Argo was a decent enough human that he wouldn't just watch a kid fall and injure himself. What kind of sick person would enjoy harming other living creatures? Gross.

Common Bonds

When Angel left the room, his eyes were sweating and he was coughing his lungs out. God, he thought, Please bless that smoker with a window. He ignored the buzz in his shorts as he instead focused on bending over and lacing up his shoes. No matter how tightly he wound them, they always seemed to come loose. Straightening himself up, he tugged on his shorts, as though the small length of it would somehow cover the several bruises and marks on his legs if he pulled on them enough. Angel zipped up the much too large women's coat over his small, undernourished frame before heading out of the complex, meeting with stale, smoky air littered here and there with bums high off their asses.

Pulling his coat more tightly around him, Angel finally reached from in his pocket, reading the text from his boss. He wasn't sure which boss- he'd made the mistake of accidentally writing both Amber and Rachel's names in as simply "Boss" and never found it in himself to actually need clarification. So, whoever it was that texted him, they told Angel to hurry his ass to his next destination, and to make sure this client paid first before he took off anything. Polite as ever, Angel texted back an "ok", shoving the phone into his shorts before heading his way.

As he walked, he saw in the distance a worker, just like him, waiting for customers. Angel saw a potential make his way from behind her, only for that potential to pull a gun out. No matter how much he tried, the only things that managed to leave Angel's mouth were small complainative grunts, grunts that could no way be heard from the distance he was at. When the man pressed the gun against the worker, Angel's sneakers were already beating against the ground as he ran forward.

Panting- he'd just been ravaged and now you expect him to run like an olympian?- he waved his arms towards the two, shaking his head side to side vigorously. He knew better than to grab onto a guy with a weapon, but Angel did it anyways, reaching and wrapping his arms around the man's hand holding the gun.

Neko no Koi/A Cat's Love

Library
"Oh uhm," Hyperion paused a bit, waiting for the conversation between the detective and the bounty hunter to end, his hold on the book moving from over his chest to over his mouth. She was so cool, they way she spoke, that Hyperion wondered how he'd managed to talk to her alone in the first place. "I'm fine," he finally said with a small smile, his ears relaxing apologetically outwards, his tail twitching with worry, "I'm just... when I'm off work, I find people a bit hard to work with." He looked up from the detective that had walked away after saying directions, speaking in a low whisper-
"Uhm, did you get all that...? Or do you still need help actually getting there...?" It was a sweet offer, especially considering this wasn't the first human he'd helped around town and with that in mind, he knew full well that there were sometimes humans that got lost no matter how detailed a direction they got.

Park
"Okay!" Argo cheered as he let go of the monkey bars, easily landing on the ground. Given that he was a full blown adult and the bars were for kids, he only had to risk his life over a simple half inch and thus, managed to barely survive. "Come on, then," said the dark haired man as he reached for the small neko- oh geez these little guys were cute and soft- raising him high so he could reach one of the bars.
"Okay, now just hold on tight, and try to swing around to the next bar," he commented, before pausing and releasing a small giggle. Argo had just thought of the small thing dangling on the bars using his tail and found it absolutely silly, pausing to put on a face of uber seriousness when he wondered if that was actually a possible thing. His hand reached to carress his heart jewel wrapped around his neck, making a mental note to ask his neko the question- that is, if he ever got one.

Common Bonds

"You just gotta pretend you don't feel it, that it don't feel weird. Just try and walk normally."

Name: Tsang "Kristy" Hoi
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Female

Sexuality: Swings in all sorts of ways
Race: Chinese
Position: Mule

Personality: Kristy's a fun gal- as long as your definition of fun meant drugs, sex, and alcohol. Which, in the crowd she rolled in, it usually was. She's got a thing for singing in the shower- whenever she took one- and cursing at every other word. Despite the callousness of her appearance- she frequented in outfits that screamed antisocial- Kristy is a decent girl with a decent adoration for other girls in her position or positions similar. She's got almost this motherly- older sister type of vibe, though she's not above using her fists to discipline others. Say something snarky and be younger than her and she will not hesitate to smack you into another ethnicity. Only to girls, and younger boys, of course. Men, to her, equals power and she finds herself inferior. Not so much that she won't hang out with them like a normal person, but enough for her to understand that there are boundaries.

History: Born and raised in Hong Kong, Kristy lived a pretty decent life. She's not too sure where she went wrong- maybe being born into a shit family, or perhaps maybe when she ran away with the pretty American boy.

This pretty American boy's name was Lorenzo. He found her, lonely and sixteen, at the other side of a chainlink fence. It was him that treated her wounds, and it was him that made her laugh when he spoke in choppy mandarin. "I'll take care of you," he ended up saying in english, when Kristy made it clear she knew how to speak it, "I'll be good to you."
And he was. Oh, man, Lorenzo beat Hoi's dad to hell whenever she came to him with so much of a bloody nose, and he smacked her mom around a bit too, for not doing anything about it. He let her smoke her first blunt, snort her first line, he let her experience a lot of her firsts. It was a good life, that's what Hoi thought, as she downed her third drink of god knows what.

Then one day, Lorenzo told her he was leaving. He was going back to where he came from, and Hoi wanted anything but that to happen. She'd be alone, she'd have no more fun. Take me with you, she said, in the choppy english she'd learned, I want to leave with you. Lorenzo bought her to his gang of friends, and though Hoi suspected it for a while, it was then that she really learned they were a gang. Okay, she thought, this was a bad situation, but god knows teenage girls do stupid things when they're doped up and in love. So she begged the leader for them to bring her with them, and after a fast paced argument between him and Lorenzo that Hoi didn't catch, they finally turned to her and let her go.

But there was one thing she had to do.

She swallowed six of those small little packets, and by the time they were in the air, her stomach was sweating and she was sweating like a pig. I feel nauseous, she would complain, You should probably try not to eat, Lorenzo would tell her. When they landed, the first thing they made Kristy do was to take a shit. Though she felt degraded doing it in anything other than a legit bathroom, her stomach was also telling her to do it. They took the six little pill packets and cleaned it all up, and they let Kristy take a shower, and then everything started again from there.

They took her with them every time they went some place, be it Kuwait, China, Mexico- and every time, she'd have to swallow packages of drugs then shit them out. Lorenzo didn't come every time, though, and Kristy learned that there were other people that could satisfy her. And she did this for a bit, until she was near into her twenties.

She came back from a solo trip, one day, and was greeted by Lorenzo. The whole day was a blur for her. All she knows is by the end of the day, she and Lorenzo were hightailing it out. Kristy didn't know why, exactly, she'd been too tired to remember, her stomach was hurting too much. Lemme take a piss, she told Lorenzo, and she made her way to an alley way. There, she almost got run over by a car. She didn't, but she remembers seeing another mule walk out, and three guys. They knocked her out, and when she woke up, her stomach was stitched up and she could barely walk.

Kristy tried to defend herself. She didn't know Lorenzo was an undercover cop- and she seriously didn't! They didn't take her shit though, and god, she was lucky both the beatings and the newly stitched stomach only barely killed her. In the two months it took her to heal well enough to walk on her own, they'd decided to kick her out and sell her off into another gang. She went from international smuggling to just local. She even went from smuggler to part time prostitute, whenever she needs some spending money of her own.

Other: She doesn't use the goods that she smuggles, but Hoi is very much still a druggie.
She lathers perfume on herself to keep the scent of poverty away.
As funny as it is, her english has a hint of an accent. But it's not Chinese, it's Mexican.

Common Bonds Character sheets

"You just gotta pretend you don't feel it, that it don't feel weird. Just try and walk normally."

Name: Tsang "Kristy" Hoi
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Female

Sexuality: Swings in all sorts of ways
Race: Chinese
Position: Mule

Personality: Kristy's a fun gal- as long as your definition of fun meant drugs, sex, and alcohol. Which, in the crowd she rolled in, it usually was. She's got a thing for singing in the shower- whenever she took one- and cursing at every other word. Despite the callousness of her appearance- she frequented in outfits that screamed antisocial- Kristy is a decent girl with a decent adoration for other girls in her position or positions similar. She's got almost this motherly- older sister type of vibe, though she's not above using her fists to discipline others. Say something snarky and be younger than her and she will not hesitate to smack you into another ethnicity. Only to girls, and younger boys, of course. Men, to her, equals power and she finds herself inferior. Not so much that she won't hang out with them like a normal person, but enough for her to understand that there are boundaries.

History: Born and raised in Hong Kong, Kristy lived a pretty decent life. She's not too sure where she went wrong- maybe being born into a shit family, or perhaps maybe when she ran away with the pretty American boy.

This pretty American boy's name was Lorenzo. He found her, lonely and sixteen, at the other side of a chainlink fence. It was him that treated her wounds, and it was him that made her laugh when he spoke in choppy mandarin. "I'll take care of you," he ended up saying in english, when Kristy made it clear she knew how to speak it, "I'll be good to you."
And he was. Oh, man, Lorenzo beat Hoi's dad to hell whenever she came to him with so much of a bloody nose, and he smacked her mom around a bit too, for not doing anything about it. He let her smoke her first blunt, snort her first line, he let her experience a lot of her firsts. It was a good life, that's what Hoi thought, as she downed her third drink of god knows what.

Then one day, Lorenzo told her he was leaving. He was going back to where he came from, and Hoi wanted anything but that to happen. She'd be alone, she'd have no more fun. Take me with you, she said, in the choppy english she'd learned, I want to leave with you. Lorenzo bought her to his gang of friends, and though Hoi suspected it for a while, it was then that she really learned they were a gang. Okay, she thought, this was a bad situation, but god knows teenage girls do stupid things when they're doped up and in love. So she begged the leader for them to bring her with them, and after a fast paced argument between him and Lorenzo that Hoi didn't catch, they finally turned to her and let her go.

But there was one thing she had to do.

She swallowed six of those small little packets, and by the time they were in the air, her stomach was sweating and she was sweating like a pig. I feel nauseous, she would complain, You should probably try not to eat, Lorenzo would tell her. When they landed, the first thing they made Kristy do was to take a shit. Though she felt degraded doing it in anything other than a legit bathroom, her stomach was also telling her to do it. They took the six little pill packets and cleaned it all up, and they let Kristy take a shower, and then everything started again from there.

They took her with them every time they went some place, be it Kuwait, China, Mexico- and every time, she'd have to swallow packages of drugs then shit them out. Lorenzo didn't come every time, though, and Kristy learned that there were other people that could satisfy her. And she did this for a bit, until she was near into her twenties.

She came back from a solo trip, one day, and was greeted by Lorenzo. The whole day was a blur for her. All she knows is by the end of the day, she and Lorenzo were hightailing it out. Kristy didn't know why, exactly, she'd been too tired to remember, her stomach was hurting too much. Lemme take a piss, she told Lorenzo, and she made her way to an alley way. There, she almost got run over by a car. She didn't, but she remembers seeing another mule walk out, and three guys. They knocked her out, and when she woke up, her stomach was stitched up and she could barely walk.

Kristy tried to defend herself. She didn't know Lorenzo was an undercover cop- and she seriously didn't! They didn't take her shit though, and god, she was lucky both the beatings and the newly stitched stomach only barely killed her. In the two months it took her to heal well enough to walk on her own, they'd decided to kick her out and sell her off into another gang. She went from international smuggling to just local. She even went from smuggler to part time prostitute, whenever she needs some spending money of her own.

Other: She doesn't use the goods that she smuggles, but Hoi is very much still a druggie.
She lathers perfume on herself to keep the scent of poverty away.
As funny as it is, her english has a hint of an accent. But it's not Chinese, it's Mexican.

Common Bonds Character sheets

"God help the outcasts."

Name: Angel Ramirez
Alias: Canary
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male

Sexuality: He's not too sure.
Race: Filipino/Portuguese
Position: Prostitute

Personality: Angel can't speak. He wasn't born mute, so he could speak if he wanted to, but there's something in his head that keeps him shut up. This puts off clients at first, but when they learn he can still grunt and groan, they end up appreciating it. He's very thankful over anything, and prays every time he goes to bed. THe boy always has a sense of gratefulness over anyone that does him a small favour, thinking it proper that he repay them somehow. Although it would seem so, Angel isn't dependent on everything. For instance, lately, he's been allowed to choose his customers instead of being shoved into a room. Well, he still ends up going with whoever waves money in front of him, but the point is, he's had the option and makes a decision to say- or nod- yes instead of having someone else do it. He defends things smaller than him with a feiry passion, and considering his five foot even and eighty something pounds, anything smaller than him probably isn't worth protecting. He tries his best anyways.
Angel's also got a thing for visiting church whenever he can.

History: As far as histories go, Angel's is pretty average. Well, for anyone living where he's living, anyways. God knows where his father went, and to supply for both her son and her drug addiction (moreso the latter than anything), his mother sold herself off in the streets- she was a pureblood filipino that had features less of a hispanic and more of an asian. Her whole 'exotic' spiel really sold. And perhaps that's where the problems lied.

Most of the time, Angel's mother was at the whore house showering before she left somewhere else, and most of the time, Angel was there too. There was where he learned that women sometimes had knives between their thighs. There was where he learned that some women had similar scars over their stomachs. But it was also there where he learned to laugh, despite not being fed for three days. His mother was the one that taught him how to do her hair up properly before she left for work, and the other women had him running them errands- "grab that needle for me, Angel", "get me water, birdy", "run this over to the church, babe". From helping clear the doorway of an unconcious- or dead- skeleton of a woman to sneaking some of Heather's pills for Candy who needed a quick fix, Angel was their little errand boy. He sometimes even ran drugs to the nearby priest at church.

And there was where his problems greatened. He sang for the church sometimes, see- that's why he's called the little Canary- and he often spent a lot of time with the Father. He was the one that taught Angel about angels and God and while the little boy really didn't believe that shit considering his situation and the fact that the priest snorted crap, the Father was his only male influence. He spent a lot of time after masses with the priest, and back then he could talk, talk like anything. He'd talk about the angels and he'd talk about his day and he'd talk about his mother and he'd talk about his hunger.

Then one day the incident happened. And it happened again, and again, and again. And the Father explained this was what Angel was meant to do, and then on Easter Sunday, Angel's voice disappeared. They were caught, Angel had stayed out too late, a kind hearted hooker went to look for him and found him. "Oh my god, oh my god," was all she repeated as she freaked out, knocking the priest out. There was a loud noise and Angel wasn't sure what she had used, but soon he found himself swaddled up in her arms as she cried out God's name in vain, hobbling on her stilletos back to the house.

His mother was thrilled. His mother's boss was thrilled. Angel wasn't sure where the woman who picked him up went, but he knew she'd told both his mom and her boss about what'd happened. And his mom was more than excited to sell off her son if that meant she'd get more money, and her boss was thrilled because there were always customers for young meat like Angel.

At first, Angel fought back. But you know, he was still pretty small and young compared to the others, and when he realized nothing he could do would stop them, he eventually gave up. His mother died a couple years into it, and Angel kept being put to work. He met a woman at the steps of the church doors, and she told him he'd take him in. Not really sure what else to do, he accepted her offer.

Turns out, he just moved to a different, smaller group of hookers. He didn't work at first, eating whatever food they offered, stuffing his face with anything and everything. He vomited nonstop the first two times- his small body wasn't used to that much food all at once. A month later, the girl asked him how old he was. A week after that, after Angel heard her and another girl- the two were girlfriends maybe- argue a bit, Angel was put back on the market. He doesn't work on a certain side of town, though, afraid of whatever would happen if he came across old "friends".

Other: He's got several bruises and cuts pretty much all the time, but his most notable marking on his body is the burn like scar on his right hip.
Angel also smells really nice.

Common Bonds

gahhh ill make my drug runner in a bit//crying
orren and Dylan are back and kicking i see

Neko no Koi/A Cat's Love

Library
At the arrival of the new white haired neko, Hyperion stiffened. He was never too good with handling more than one individiual at a time- neko or otherwise- and simply froze. His ears twitching in nervousness, he decided to speak up. "Uhm," he said, trying to reach into his inner socialite, "Well, I guess, since mister here is a detective, he can lead you to the police station instead of me, right, Taylor?" He, in his five second panic attack, had failed to hear what the other neko's name was, and instead chose silence. Hyperion reached once more for his fairytale book, pressing it closely to himself, as though shielding his body.

Park
Argo hung upside down from the monkey bars when his face almost collided with a small red head of a neko. "Woah-" he exclaimed in shock as he did his best to avoid collission. The little thing was puny and looked like it would break with any sort of contact. "What- huh?" he paused when the kid asked him a question. "What am I doing here...? Well..." Argo looked up at his hanging legs, pulling himself upwards to grab the bars with his hands, letting his legs free- making sure to avoid the little kid- dangling from the bars- "...I'm sort of just hanging. You wanna try?" He chuckled to himself at his clever quip, figuratively patting himself on the back.

Neko no Koi/A Cat's Love

Library
"Ah, mm, okay," Hyperion smiled and threw a thumb by the door, resting the book onto a nearby table, implying for her to follow when she suddenly introduced herself. "Oh!" he shouted, his ears pointing up in alarm before repeating it in a lower voice- they were in a library after all. "I'm sorry- I never- You can call me Ion- I mean, I'm Hyperion-" he reached out a hand to shake and offered warm smile, his black tail wiggling shyly from side to side- "Pleased to be of acquaintance."

Park
It seemed to be at this moment that more children were starting to come to the park, and with them, parents-slash-guardians. Now, Argo wasn't one for scaring kids away- especially not when he could get in trouble for it- so he took whatever rocks he had and sprinkled them over the makeshift grave, putting a finger over his lips when a kid in the sandbox looked at him curiously. The dark haired human then lightly petted at the neko child's blonde ears before getting up and looking for smaller animals to play with, instead distracting himself with the sight of monkey bars.

rps about love; platonic and otherwise

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