Post by Blair Kivisto on Jun 17, 2017 16:32:17 GMT -5
#OOC Joint RP by myself and the handler of Isaac Jordan.
~June 16, 2017: Off Camera~
~June 16, 2017: Off Camera~
The front door to Blair’s Vegas home slowly opens as her boyfriend, Isaac Jordan peers his head in. After seeing that Blair is nowhere in sight the large, tattooed man makes his way into the house. His hands wrapped in makeshift bandages and what looks to be a torn shirt tied around his left biceps, a thick red coating, reminiscent of blood covers it. He makes his way to the kitchen, eyes looking out for Blair or anyone else home.
Once in the kitchen he undoes the makeshift bandages from his hands and runs hot water gently over them. Small clumps of dried blood mixed with dirt and debris fall and mix with the running water. Soon raw and slightly mangled knuckles appear from under the mess. He flexes and moves his fingers and hands under the water, new fresh droplets of blood tint the water now as he shakes his head with a sigh. No other real emotion showing on his face.
Blair was sitting out on the back patio, enjoying a cigarette when she heard the front door open. If it wasn't for the fact that she had a pretty good idea of who it was she would have rushed inside but instead, she decided to finish that cancer stick, enjoying the sun finally being down and the cool night air.
A couple minutes passed before she butted out her smoke and rose from her chair, making her way back inside the house, the sounds of the water running in the kitchen sink drew her in that direction, stopping in her tracks at the sight before her. Concern and confusion washing over her face.
“What the fuck?”
Isaac quickly turns her way, his hands wet and still mildly bleeding.
“Shit…”
His words were low as he bit down on his lower lip before turning to the sink and turning off the faucet. He lets out a small sigh as he starts to dry his hands.
“Don't worry… I'm alright. Just a few scratches and scrapes that think they are cute and want to bleed a bit.”
Not being able to help it she rolls her eyes as she looked over the damage to his hands, eventually her gaze moving up to his arm before landing on his face.
“Yeah, definitely shouldn't worry. Let me guess, fell down some stairs? I'm really curious to hear how these cute little scratches and scrapes happened.”
He looks to his arm and sighs again as he mouths out the word ‘shit’. He undoes the tied off shirt and blood slowly trickles down from a decent sized gash underneath. He pats at the wound with the torn up shirt.
“It's superficial at best, some peroxide, antiseptic and a bandage and I'll be golden.”
He looks to Blair's eyes and can tell she's not buying it.
“Look…”
He looks down, giving the inside of his cheek a slight chew.
“I could tell you the truth… Or I could tell you how I got busted up a bit working on my bike.”
His eyes raise up to meet her gaze.
“But you might not like what I'll tell ya…”
“I'm trying to figure out what I wouldn't like more… The truth or the lie.”
She breaths in deeply, chewing on her lower lip a bit as she thought about what she wanted to hear.
“I'm going to need the truth here… I need to know if this is something I should be expecting or if this was a one-time kind of thing.”
She takes a few steps closer to him.
“I have to know what I got myself into…”
He sighs, exhaling through gritted teeth.
“First of all, regardless… I love you and whatever you come to… To do or say after this, I'll still love you.”
He looks to the gash on his arm, matting up the dribbles of blood forming.
“I told you, I do things that people don't want to do or just need someone else to take care of. In return, I get paid pretty well. Normally, I don't take my work home but things got a little off plan and I didn't want to not make it home to you.”
He bites at his lip, looking to her again.
“Tonight there was a guy who had some issues with some people. It was about financials and some of it missing. I took care of it and set the guy back on the straight and narrow.”
In that moment her eyes left his as she turns slightly and leans back against the counter. A soft sigh slipped past her lips as she reaches up and runs a hand through her hair.
“So you roughed someone up this time and got hurt in the process… And how far does this line of work go? Should I be looking into med school or some shit so I can play nurse when things like this happen?”
She tilts her head as she looks back at him.
“I'm not going anywhere, against my better judgment. I love you but I don't want to be surprised like this…”
A small smile forms on his face, his eyebrow arches slightly.
“This is the first time… In a long time, that I've gotten clipped. I was too busy thinking about getting back here to you.”
He walks up to her, gently taking her chin in his hand.
“I'll be more careful… I got someone to be careful for.”
She looks up at him with a bit of a weak smile.
“Don't be thinking about getting back to me when you're off doing your thing.”
She reaches up with her hand and runs it along the side of his face.
“Use your head, be careful and don't come back a bloody mess. There's enough violence in what I do, don't want to be home and have to deal with the aftermath of more and sure as fuck don't want to see you like this.”
He leans in and kisses her softly on the lips, a smile forming as he backs away.
“I thought chicks were supposed to dig scars and all that?”
He wipes at the gash on his arm once more and smirks.
“I think it makes me look a bit tougher… Right?”
He gives her a playful wink.
“I don't think you needed the push to look tougher, nor do I really dig scars. Especially ones that aren't technically scars yet.”
She shakes her head and laughs slightly.
“You're so goddamn lucky, this would have been a deal breaker within the first couple weeks… Maybe…”
He scoffs a bit before pulling her against him with his good arm.
“Good thing you love me now huh?”
He gets a shit eating grin on his face as he presses his forehead against hers.
“Promise you, not bringing it home anymore. At the risk of sounding mushy, you just mean too much to me to lose.”
She tilts her head up enough to press her lips against his briefly.
“You wouldn't lose me anyways. Just… If you get hurt again, text me a heads up about it. Better than just showing up all messed up.”
She smirks.
“You ain't a damn rogue after all.”
She looks back down at his injured arm and sighs.
“Let's get this cleaned up and properly bandaged then… Things.”
Blair winks at him before lacing her fingers with his, carefully, and pulling him toward the stairs to go up to the upstairs bathroom. If anything, she couldn't say her life was boring at this point.
~Fin~
