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Scared, Angel?
Name: Jev || Alias: "Patch" Cipriano || Status: FallenFormer Archangel || Looks late teens/early 20's
Not really the relationship type; SingleCurrent hangout: Delphic Beach and Bo's Arcade
This is an independent roleplay account for Becca Fitzpatrick's character, Patch. He's from the series "Hush Hush". More info on the about page. Fandom friendly.
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Patch glanced up, grinning a bit as he got an opponent, twirling the pool stick between his fingers, humming. "Drink up, eh?" he grinned, whistling loudly over to the bar. "Whiskey, straight," he called out. Jeff, the man who often tended the bar, rolled his eyes and gave Patch a grin.
"Like I said man, hundred's the down payment," he nodded towards his own crisp bill sitting on the wood of the pool table. "Unless you wanna raise the bets," Patch gave a wry smile.
"Don't do it man," Rixon called out, irish accent thick. "He'll have y'broke inna hour."
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It was one of those days when he didn’t know where he was heading, his inebriated mind leading him along beyond his control. It was as if he was on autopilot, and just found himself sitting by the counter, adding insult to injury as he took another swig of that ice cold beer.
His eyes darted towards the swarm of teens by the pool table, pulling one of the cues, cigarette still trapped between his lips. “You already have your advantage.” He chuckled, little swirls of smoke slipping from the corner of his lips. “Better drink up, so we’re even.”
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Headcanon
Patch loves redheads. Not ginger-red, but full out red.
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"The Eagle?" Patch asked curiously, raising a brow. "Always wondered what boarding school would be like. I think you just confirmed it must be pretty interesting," he grinned. "No rats. That's good," he licked his lips. "Tricks have always been fun, at least in my mind. Though no one else tends to think so." Probably because his tricks were with the mind; planting thoughts into someone's mind, making them see things that weren't really there...
"Nice to meet you, Colonel. Is this nickname due to all your master-plan jokes?" he questioned, shifting on his feet, shaking the other's hand tight. "Expensive, you say?" he looked towards the school. "Any good gambling joints around here?" If he wanted to go to this "Culver Creek", he'd need a way to make money. And get fake papers.
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Patch shoved his hands back into his pocket, shaking his head. "No can do, friend. I don't like telling people my name. It's embarrassing," he grinned. It wasn't really, but people would get curious if he just said Jev. And what kind of name was Jev, anyways? No last name, or middle name for that matter, either. Patch was better suited for him. "And, actually, I was passing through, and you snapped at me," he chuckled.
Patch waggled his brows. "You have no idea. But me and the police don't have any run ins. All my...Enemies tend to stay off the radar, as well, if you get what I mean." The fallen angel quirked a brow. "Accents don't always dictate location. For instance, you could've been born in, for arguments sake, England. But if you lived in Germany long enough, you'd have an accent from that country. So just go with me here; where y'from?"
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The voice frustrated him, made him want to tear whoever the source of it was. Clearly, it wasn’t his own as he had lacked a conscious ever since his hallucinations after killing the Five. Clenching his jaw, he released a sigh from his lips, rolling his eyes at the voice in his head. “Even so, I would still like to know it. Curiosity and all. I am also well aware that curiosity kills cats, which is good that I do not own one as I do not care about other people’s cats.” Klaus explained, cracking a small smile at his poor joke. “If I recall correctly, you wanted my attention.”
With another roll of his eyes, he shook his head. “Or if you are dangerous enough, you would kill those who even attempted to put you away.” He muttered, knowing that was exactly what he would do. “Tell me, Patch, does my accent tell you I am German?”
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Patch looked up as he saw someone approach, and offered a wry grin, running a hand through his hair. "Do I have a new opponent? Don't be afraid, I don't bite," he chuckled, glancing over to his friend Rixon in the corner, who grinned at him.
"Just a hundred down to start," he fished his own bill out of his pocket, waving it out to show the other, before slapping it down on the table. "Think you can beat me?" he grinned.
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Nora: You want my jacket?
Patch: I want it off.
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//hello! Starters will be up after I get off of work :) so, roughly 5 to 5 and a half hours. Feel free to leave Patch messages, and read his about page!
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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
"There hasn't really been any place I haven't visited. A couple thousand years gives you a lot of time to travel."
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Patch smiled lightly as Klaus calmed down, tilting his head. See? Isn't that better? It was his voice in the man's head now, and he quirked a brow. Leaning back against the wall, Patch picked at his nails lightly. "Nah, my first name isn't important," he promised. "No one calls me by it anymore, anyways. Not even my closest friends," he ran a hand through his hair, grinning. "Patch is better, if you want to get my attention.
The fallen angel chuckled. "I don't seem that dangerous? I suppose that's a good thing, huh? If I walked around with a sign that alerted it, I'd be locked up," he grinned. "So, are you German, then?"
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There was a tug in his conscious, one completely foreign to him, telling him to relax and push his anger down. His eyebrows knit together, perplexed at the idea of someone other than himself in his mind. As angry as he wished he could be, he found himself calming down, keeping his rage in check for the time being. He shifted, uncomfortable in his own mind. Letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was even holding, it seemed as though his stress went with it. A weight lifted off of his shoulders, giving into the persistent voice.
“Is that so? I suppose you won’t be sharing your real first name with me, then?” He asked, “Forgive me for assuming, but you don’t seem all that dangerous to me. Then again, I’ve never been one to shy away from danger. As for my name? Yes, well, you could say it is Germanic.” Klaus shrugged.
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Patch looked amused, looking at the other man curiously, a brow raised. He chuckled a bit, tilting his head. "Got yourself into some trouble there, man?" he grinned, shifting on the balls of his feet. "Nah, I haven't been pranked by you, though I'm definitely curious now," he paused for a moment. "As for intellectual conversation, I could probably provide that."
He offered out his hand. "Name's Patch. I just came into town; looking for a school to go to."
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“Listen, if you’re here to ream me out because you were emotionally or physically hurt by one of my previous pranks, let me just make a couple of things clear: One, I sincerely apologize and promise that it will not happen again. Two, number one is a lie. And three, screw off.”
“On the other hand, if you’re here to have some kind of intellectual conversation with me or something, I’m all ears.”
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“Hey there, I’m Patch,” he looked at the people around him, raising a brow. “What breaks you to Bo’s?” he questioned, spinning a poolstick around his fingers. “Up for a game? Only a hundred to start out,”he grinned.
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"Hey there, I'm Patch," he looked at the people around him, raising a brow. "What breaks you to Bo's?" he questioned, spinning a poolstick around his fingers. "Up for a game? Only a hundred to start out,"he grinned.
#lovelyxandxordinary#heavenlyheadhunter#lookingforadistraction#askamorestimmolare#chippedreality#convo#starter
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