10-10-2020, 06:28 AM
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Well, he had been more so stripped of his crown. Some of his, er, old friends had finally caught up with him. Unfortunately he hadn't been prepared to take on a whole band of thugs, even in the presence of his pregnant girlfriend, and they had both been taken away without a trace.
It's been a long two years. More than that, probably. He doesn't keep count anymore. Charlie had roamed for a while after he had escaped the stone walls, trying to keep on his toes and get by. Maybe he would find his Kit if he kept on searching. Was his child okay? Was Kit? God, he didn't even know. He had held onto hope for so long, but with his searching yielding no trace of them, it was slowly fading away.
Charlie had avoided this place for a long time. He had never wanted to return, and he wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe he would feel like a failure if he returned to his gang, knowing that he had built up his own image as a fearless and dauntless leader only to be kidnapped by a group of low-lifes. Maybe he was anxious about seeing someone else in his place, dismantling months of hard work and the blood and sweat and tears poured into making this city his kingdom. Maybe... Maybe he was afraid of finding that Kit had come back, raising his child with another man. A stronger one than he ever was; one that could protect them.
Now, those thoughts would be laid to rest. Charlie would find out if his fears had come true or not.
As per usual, he donned a white button-down shirt with rolled up sleeves. He hardly ever wore them down anymore; the weather had been far too warm. There were smudges of dirt on the fabric; he had always liked to keep a neat look, but he didn't have much energy or will these days to keep all of his clothes clean. Over his shirt was a simple black vest.
His appearance hadn't changed much... save for a cheek scar and a droopy right eye. His hair was currently in its natural state -- tousled and curled (there wasn't a lot of hair gel to go around in his travels). His face looked sun-beaten and shone with dried sweat; it was obvious he had been walking for a while. This looked nothing like the Charlie Luciano, the former boss of the Badlands, that everyone once knew.
The border still looked like... well, the border. Chocolate brown eyes glanced up towards the city, still in its decaying state although something about it was always charming to him. The man knew that he would be questioned and interrogated should he step past the border -- at least, that was how his soldiers operated under his rule.
// !! if there are any characters who would be able to recognize him, i'd like to keep his identity a secret in this thread at least! he is free to be recognized, but please don't mention anything in this thread ^^
Well, he had been more so stripped of his crown. Some of his, er, old friends had finally caught up with him. Unfortunately he hadn't been prepared to take on a whole band of thugs, even in the presence of his pregnant girlfriend, and they had both been taken away without a trace.
It's been a long two years. More than that, probably. He doesn't keep count anymore. Charlie had roamed for a while after he had escaped the stone walls, trying to keep on his toes and get by. Maybe he would find his Kit if he kept on searching. Was his child okay? Was Kit? God, he didn't even know. He had held onto hope for so long, but with his searching yielding no trace of them, it was slowly fading away.
Charlie had avoided this place for a long time. He had never wanted to return, and he wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe he would feel like a failure if he returned to his gang, knowing that he had built up his own image as a fearless and dauntless leader only to be kidnapped by a group of low-lifes. Maybe he was anxious about seeing someone else in his place, dismantling months of hard work and the blood and sweat and tears poured into making this city his kingdom. Maybe... Maybe he was afraid of finding that Kit had come back, raising his child with another man. A stronger one than he ever was; one that could protect them.
Now, those thoughts would be laid to rest. Charlie would find out if his fears had come true or not.
As per usual, he donned a white button-down shirt with rolled up sleeves. He hardly ever wore them down anymore; the weather had been far too warm. There were smudges of dirt on the fabric; he had always liked to keep a neat look, but he didn't have much energy or will these days to keep all of his clothes clean. Over his shirt was a simple black vest.
His appearance hadn't changed much... save for a cheek scar and a droopy right eye. His hair was currently in its natural state -- tousled and curled (there wasn't a lot of hair gel to go around in his travels). His face looked sun-beaten and shone with dried sweat; it was obvious he had been walking for a while. This looked nothing like the Charlie Luciano, the former boss of the Badlands, that everyone once knew.
The border still looked like... well, the border. Chocolate brown eyes glanced up towards the city, still in its decaying state although something about it was always charming to him. The man knew that he would be questioned and interrogated should he step past the border -- at least, that was how his soldiers operated under his rule.
// !! if there are any characters who would be able to recognize him, i'd like to keep his identity a secret in this thread at least! he is free to be recognized, but please don't mention anything in this thread ^^
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THERE'S NO RETURN FROM WHERE I'VE BEEN
❝ TRIED TO PRETEND THAT I'M AROUND . . . ❞
————————— BIOGRAPHY / FORMER BOSS OF THE BADLANDS