megatrash

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

“The fuck are they doing?” TJ asked as he eyed the group of girls.

“I don’t know, TJ,” Caleb replied as he removed his eyes from Connor and glared at him. “Thanks to you guys, I never got to go to college.”

“Like you woulda gone to college,” Happy laughed. “There aren’t any courses about pushin’ coke.”

Caleb smiled as he took a sip of his beer. “You’re right.” His eyes looked past Happy to the blonde girl across the bar again, cracking a smile at her obvious discomfort at what she was wearing. When they made eye contact, he winked at her, but instead of waiting to see her reaction, he looked over to the bar.

“Shit, there he goes,” Caleb nearly whispered as he signaled the men to follow him. They stood up nonchalantly and began to weave their way through the crowded bar, and as he passed the table the girl had been at, he bowed his head slightly and let out a “Ladies” as he passed them.

“Oh, what a gentleman!” TJ exclaimed mockingly in a feminine voice, causing Happy and Caleb to burst into laughter as they continued to navigate their way to the hallway located in the back that held three doors: two single-person bathrooms, and a back door leading out to an alley way.

Caleb lit a cigarette as the three men waited in the hallway for Connor to exit the bathroom.

“The second he comes out,” he whispered to TJ and Happy, “You guys grab him, I’ll open the door. Someone cover his mouth, too. He’s a loud bastard.”

The two nodded in response, and as Caleb took the last drag of his cigarette, the door swung open forcefully, and they were greeted by a wide-eyed Connor as he instantly recognized Caleb.

“Blue, I – “ He his arms were grabbed and held behind his back, and TJ gripped his face to keep him from talking.

“Let’s go, boys,” Caleb said as he opened the door and led them into the alleyway which looked to be completely empty.

They threw Connor on the ground, and Caleb paced in front of him slowly.

“You really fucked up, Connor,” he began as flicked the cigarette at him. “You got Jimmy killed because you’re a broke, greedy bastard.”

“B-Blue, I swear, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just needed my fix man,” Connor begged as he began to drag himself backwards away from Caleb, but TJ’s legs stopped him from getting further than a few feet.

“Pull him up,” Caleb instructed calmly, and when Connor became eye-level with him, he struck him with a powerful blow across the face, causing blood to spatter onto the ground beneath them.

“I-I’m gonna pay back the money, I – “

Another blow, this time on the opposite cheek.

“I don’t give a fuck about the money any more, Connor,” Caleb nearly growled as he grabbed the man’s chin and forced him to make eye contact. “You’re gonna pay for the damage you caused.”

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

The week had already been grueling enough, and today didn’t seem like it would be any different. Caleb had spent half of the day in the small office that sat in the back corner of the bar attempting to figure out where the missing money was going, and the other half of the day was spent on the phone with Jimmy’s family trying to organize the funeral arrangements.

Jimmy had been Caleb’s best friend since he was first recruited; they were a few years apart, Jimmy being the eldest, and he had taken Caleb under his wing to show him the ropes. They soon became inseparable, always having each other’s backs on jobs or just being there to talk to one another, and Caleb couldn’t imagine the crew without him.

Well, now he didn't have a choice.

Jimmy had been killed four days ago in a drive by as some sort of retaliation over turf. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence – most wrote it off as part of the lifestyle – but Caleb was having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that he was gone. The past three days were spent investigating on how the rival group got their intel on Jimmy’s location, and all signs pointed to a junkie that was all too familiar to Caleb and his men: Connor.

He had owed the group a lot of money at this point, so much so that Caleb stopped fronting him any narcotics and threatened that if he didn’t get his cash in forty eight hours, he would be paid a visit. Caleb had later found out that Connor, stricken with the fear of getting roughed up, turned to a rival mob and gave up information in return for both cocaine and safety from them. That information was used on the drive-by that killed Jimmy only three feet away from Caleb.

Now, he was planning his vengeance. The boss would not approve of such action, so Caleb only informed one or two of the members about what he was scheming: Connor was known to frequent a bar called Paddy’s a few blocks down the street, often getting so hammered that he didn’t know his own name by the end of the evening. Caleb would go late in the evening and drag him about back, possibly kick his ass within inches of his life, and then leave. He knew he couldn’t kill the man – the fallback would be too risky – so he would have to settle with just getting a message across.

As the day crept into the night, and the clock had hit 11:00 PM, Caleb and two of his men, TJ and Happy, dressed in all black and walked down the street to Paddy’s, which seemed to be bustling on that Friday night by the time they arrived. It was packed, and they took a small pub table in the corner as they watched Connor sitting at the bar, seemingly having a heavy buzz on already. He was waving his hands in the air sloppily as he spoke and losing his balance on the stool he sat on.

“We wait for a few minutes,” Caleb spoke quietly. “Then we’ll make our move.”

A bartender served them beer, but Caleb kept his eyes trained on the man as he took gulps of the cold, brown beverage. His focus was intense, but something momentarily distracted him. A girl, blonde and freckled, who was with a group on the other side of the bar. After eying her momentarily, he returned his attention to his target.

“Not the time, Blue,” Happy chimed in with a smirk on his face. “You can get laid after we fuck this guy up.”

“Shut up,” he replied, returning the smirk. “He’s probably gonna get up for a piss soon. That’s when we’ll move in.”

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

HAhaha, well the point of that whole speech is that if you need it, you GOTTA take that time to yourself. Your wife/family will understand.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

UGH YES!!!! Okay, so I'm gonna lay this out for you. This was all professional advice, btw. I'm an autonomous person - I go inward to find comfort, if I'm stressed or upset I keep to myself, I don't really need anyone to make myself feel better, etc. My husband is the opposite. I get SUPER overwhelmed when people are constantly coming to me for comfort (ex: husband and child) to the point where I retreat further and further away from them, which in turn makes them chase after me more, etc. It's like a cat and mouse game and is super unhealthy for all parties.

Basically, for the past four-six years, I haven't really pursued any of my hobbies or passions because I felt like I didn't deserve the alone time since I chose to get married and have a kid. I wasted a lot of valuable time that I could have been singing, doing calligraphy and art. That whole time, I was so overwhelmed because I never had any time to be MYSELF, I was always wife/mom/daughter/friend that I kinda forgot who I was, you know?

Now I'm reaaaaaaaaally trying to dedicate at least an hour a day to working on my art, I get one whole night to myself a week along with a few hours sprinkled in between, and I already feel loooooooooooooooads better. I still probably need to go to the doctors and all that stuff because my anxiety is prohibiting a lot of other things in my life, but it's really helped. I've been happier, which in turn makes my family happier since I don't feel so suffocated all the time.

SORRY TO GO ON A RANT! But treat yo'self!

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Name: Caleb Miller

Goes by: “Blue” – During his first fight, initiated by other members, the bruises that littered his torso and face were a bright blue, and the nickname stuck.

Age: 26

Appearance:



Personality: Caleb’s sense of loyalty is what pushes him through most days, whether it be to his friends, his crew, or himself and his misguided moral code. Although he does care deeply for those close to him, the lifestyle he leads has hardened him and has given him a bit of an ego, especially with how high he had moved up in the rankings in the past decade.

Woman would, if asked, describe Caleb probably as cold and distant, but that was usually because he never pursued anything other than a one night stand. In his mind, he was too busy for something serious. Plus, a girlfriend would be an easy target for a rival gang, and he didn’t find it fair to put anyone innocent at risk.

History: Raised by a single mother in the heart of the city, Caleb always attempted to make money for him and his mother to survive with since he was old enough. He would wash cars, help at the local market, and even babysit, but what he came up with never seemed to be enough. His mom had another child, a little girl, when Caleb was twelve, and the added pressure of now trying to financial support a baby pushed him to look for other ways to make money.

At age fourteen, Caleb began selling weed in high school which, after a slow start, grew into something larger than he imagined. He was bringing more money than he could give to his mother without raising suspicion, so half of his earnings were hidden under his mattress or spent frivolously. His thirst for currency grew, and he began to sell an assortment of narcotics, which caught the eye of a few of his schoolmates who had already been recruited.

When they originally approached him about joining their crew, Caleb brushed it off. His mom would kill him, and the horror stories he heard of getting caught up in the wrong crowd had scared him enough. But with persistence, he finally agreed to see what it was all about.

Twelve years later, Caleb was now in higher rankings, usually keeping his hands clean and keeping things organized from the inside and instructing street level members on what they need to do. Very rarely would he carry out any activity himself (usually retribution for deaths of any of his men or friends), and his days were usually filled with meetings or paperwork for their front, a bar that sat on the street below the large apartment they owned as a work and meeting space.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

@Ophelia

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Thanks! I've been trying to just slow things down and make sure I get more me-time. (With a husband and a 6 year old, it's difficult.) I haven't tried medication or anything yet.

I've been working on this post on and off all day, and i'm still figuring out where I want to take it, so I may not get it up 'til tomorrow. I'm sorry! D:

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Haha, I'd say that's a safe assumption. I'm not sure if there's a usual 'type' that is into RPing, but I probably don't fit the bill lol. I actually feel very confused here 99% with all the fandoms listed and jokes that I see.

All I have to say is try to stay as relaxed as possible during the whole thing. I actually got diagnosed with anxiety after it haha. I didn't even end up with a house after all that. Don't let a realtor push you into something you don't feel 100% on, either. They can get real ballsy sometimes.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Wow congratulations! That sounds awesome/terrifying, haha. But, I'm sure you'll be fine! Hope all goes well with finding a house. It's one of the most stressful processes I've ever went through.

And no, I am not. This is truly the only one of my hobbies besides Netflix (lol) that involves any technology. I'm guess you are by that question, though. :p

Will be working on something throughout the day for you!

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Eh, I mean I learned everything I needed to and it's a breeze now, but it wasn't a promotion by any means haha. It was more like a "here's a fuckton more work and responsibility, but we're gonna pay you the same because we know you'll do it either way" type of deal. On top of all that, I'm now sort of morphing into the presidents assistant as well. I went from doing numbers all day of high importance to booking his hotel rooms lmao. I'll take it though! I'm a drop out with a killer job.

Have you moved yet?? What's your new job?