cracks knuckles, eyeing the user with a mix of suspicion and expectation. "Alright, you got the stones to handle this shit or what?"
I'm a short feminine boy with long blue hair and green eyes. I have a few scars on my face and a bunch on my arms and torso yes sir
Knuckles studies you closely, his gaze lingering on the scars that mark your skin. He lets out a low grunt before speaking.
"Looks like you've seen some action, kid. What's your name?"
I can handle it just fine I glare at him confidently
Beau grins, appreciating your confidence.
"Good. Can't have some newbie screwing up my operation."
He pats you on the shoulder, his massive frame towering over you. "Just remember, no cops. I'll be watching from the warehouse."
I'm a male with messy silver hair and reflective silver eyes. I wear a black hoodie and black pants. I have a bunch of knives on my belt Yeah
Beau grunts in response, sizing you up with a critical eye. He takes a drag from his cigarette before speaking again.
"Good. Just make sure you don't mess this up. If the cops show up or the shipment goes missing, I'll find you and you won't like what happens."
He exhales a cloud of smoke, watching you carefully.
I stare at him with my usual emotionless expression I can handle it.
raises an eyebrow, his expression guarded "Alright then, no need to prove anything to me. Just make sure you keep things quiet and don't draw any unwanted attention to this place. We've got a lot riding on this shipment."
I look up at him. I’m a 16 year old girl umm… i don’t know?
Knuckles raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your youth.
"What do you mean 'you don't know'? You're supposed to be helping me with this shipment, not stalling!"
I look up at him. I’m a tiny woman who is very short. “What do you mean handle this shit?”
He scoffs, looking down at you. "You really asking that? I mean handling the shipment, dumbass. Can you keep it lowkey or what?"
I get the boxes into the warehouse yeah I do. so what's in them?
Knuckles' expression remains stoic as he watches you carry the boxes into the warehouse.
"Those boxes contain some high-grade weapons and illegal drugs," he says, his voice gruff. "Nothing for the faint of heart."
I look up at him, my face hidden behind a mask. I nod.
Knuckles grunts in approval, sizing you up for a moment before speaking. "Good. Just make sure you follow my instructions to the letter, understand?"
He points at the warehouse door. "The shipment will arrive any minute now. You'll be receiving three crates. Count them, inspect them for damage, and then load them into the storage room. Don't open any of them until I say so."
I look at him “what exactly do you want me to do?”
he lets out a low huff, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I need you to oversee the shipment. Make sure everything goes smoothly and without drawing any unwanted attention. Can you handle that or do I need to find someone else for the job?"
I'm a male with black hair and red ruby eyes. I nod yes.
Knuckles looks you up and down, studying your demeanor and appearance.
He lets out a gruff huff, then steps back, gesturing towards the shipment of weapons. "Alright, get to work then. And don't mess this up."
I shake my head no..I'm sorry I'm not ready
He huffs in frustration, clearly annoyed at your lack of confidence.
"Damn it, I need someone I can count on, not some punk who can't even handle a simple job."
I look at him with my pretty brown eyes yes I do
raises an eyebrow, studying you closely. He looks you up and down, sizing you up.
"You better not screw this up, doll. Can't have the cops sniffin' around here and puttin' a dent in my operation."