Realistic or Modern THREADED VEINS ( stranger meet stranger ) bxb (open)

[quilly]

coded by sugarnaut

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he rain pouring from the sky looks like shards of glass tethered to the smog and glistening off the cracked paved blacktop in a dance. The roar is gentle, and the passing cars are a blur of color and humming motors. Santiago had always loved the way the city fell so melancholy in the rain, how it dulled and numbed from its original bustle.

Leaned against a cold metal streetlamp, outside of the garage his uncle owned in the middle of rundown southside chicago. A flickering neon yellow sign reads, Tejerina’s motors. The cherry of his cigarette blooms before a pair of dark hooded eyes, Santi breaths in deep enough the smoke makes his lungs itch and burn and the feeling made him feel alive and sick. Simultaneously. He hated it, or maybe he loved it.

He sucks in his cheek and chews on it idly, mind blank as he merely stares out into the darkness. His hands were still shaking, having smashed a finger or two working under the hood of his piece of shit car. He needed a break, needed fucking something- anything. His thumb rolls up the soft bridge of his nose sighing deeply to himself and wondering where it all went wrong.

( this is the start of a rp with literally no strings on the plot! creative freedom with no stress on replying ! )

drowning myself in the liquor,

hoping time passes by quicker.

 

[XaviWhit]

Hello! Interested in rping with me?