Theres Not A Lot Of Things That Come Out Of Kazs Mouth That Can Be Interpreted As Good News. He Doesnt

There’s not a lot of things that come out of Kaz’s mouth that can be interpreted as good news. He doesn’t particularly care about that, except for when he’s talking about a job. He watches Johanna fix her hair and gather her shawl. He needs to find a Fabrikator to make her a better one that hides her from unwanted eyes. He’s had Inej out looking for the Fabrikator that made his cane for a few days now with no luck, but he knows she’ll find him. If anyone can find people, it’s Inej.

“I’m not going to kill you.” She’s the only Healer the Dregs have. It would be completely idiotic to kill her. Kaz doesn’t kill his employees. He wounds them, sometimes, but he doesn’t kill them. Most of the time it would be a waste of time and resources to kill them, and so Kaz refrains. “It would be a waste of my time, and yours.”

“Your indenture is almost up. I want to buy it. You’ll work for me and Per Haskell. I can’t promise you won’t want for anything, but it’s better than where you are now.” He told Inej that he wouldn’t promise her happiness. He’ll tell Johanna the same thing, if she agrees.

@notefinal's k.az b.rekker says, " when you get back, we'll have us a talk. "

❝ well, that hardly sounds good. ❞

it isn't difficult to perceive the words as a threat. look at the mouth from which sentence was spoken. look at the curve of his person and how it always looks as if he is readying for a fight. and yet, she doesn't find herself caring if it is another way of saying that he plans to kill her. the dreggs don't have a healer, but she is replaceable. hardly anyone has ever cared if johanna breaths or chokes, or when they do, it is for their own gain. ( but does she really want to die like this? indenture to a man whose gaze never lifts above her breasts? she would at least like to die free. )

when she was younger, she would be shrugging a crimson kefta over her shoulders. now, she settles for a shawl. it may be summer, but until she finds someone with ornate tailor abilities, she'd rather not everyone see her figure. especially in ketterdam. as she wraps it around herself, she dares to glance back at kaz. despite the frail trust she's allowed herself to put into inej, johanna doesn't think she'll ever escape the nauseating unease she feels around someone who is one, younger than her and two, not a grisha. nor a merch. he's something both better and worse.

fingers grasp around a curl. ❝ i think i can spare a few more minutes before anyone notices. ❞ the other indentures or the hired help. or their master. johanna lifts the shawl from her head, allowing the rest of her hair to spill out against her shoulders. she'll have to hide it again before leaving. ❝ i'd like to know now. or, if you're going to kill me, ❞ i'd rather you didn't until i'm a free woman, ❝ get it over with. ❞ she can't think of a reason why he would want to kill her now. it won't stop him from finding one. ❝ if you actually want to talk... then, i would like to talk now. ❞

i’ve seen a few people making plotting cheat sheets for their muses and i want to do the same but i can’t decide who to make one for. so. poll time.

my poll ended in a three way tie. idk what to do. i’m probably just going to do a plotting sheet for all three of them.

i’ve just come back from vacation and i have a lot of drafts to work on. i may drop some threads, however, i don’t want to drop threads randomly or without warning, so please like this post if you’re okay with me dropping threads.

He’s surprised to see Johanna practically running into the library. He’s even more surprised to see the tear in her leggings. He doesn’t say anything about it, but it’s surprising. She’s normally poised and perfectly collected. To see her with torn leggings and looking as though she might cry is a change that Connor isn’t used to. But he’s not going to mention it. He doesn’t think she wants to talk about it, and if they start talking about Johanna’s issues—whatever those may be—they could start talking about Connor’s. And he doesn’t want that.

He leans out of his seat to grab the fallen book. Johanna beats him to it. He slumps a little in his seat, picking at his nail polish. It’s chipped again. His picking isn’t helping. “I flunked it.” Geography has never been his best subject, and Connor doesn’t see the point in putting in an effort if he’s just going to fail anyway. “Got a 26.” He had the chance to make up his grade, but he didn’t take it. He’ll have to repeat senior year at the rate he’s going, but it’s better than graduating with the likes of Evan Hansen and Jared Kleinman.

He has an essay to write about the Great Wall of China. He doesn’t want to write it. Connor likes history, but he’s picky about what he likes. Writing about the Great Wall of China seems like a middle school task, not a high school one. He pulls the assignment out anyway. It’s due in three days and he’s barely started it. “Here.”

@notefinal ( starter call. )

there's a tear in her leggings as she comes practically running into the library. the feeling of air against her knee might make her cry any other day. for now, she cannot spare any tears or even give herself a moment in the facilities to blink them away. her guardian's dinner party was a few nights ago still, yet she's still recovering. it isn't as if anything bad happened... not as bad as things could have been. her goal: get to the public library as soon as possible. end the tutoring session early. she needs to hide behind a few shelves. this won't do her any favors, connor hates her. that, she's certain of.

connor can hate her. johanna hates those dinner parties.

pile of books crash onto the table. the one on top of the stack lands on the floor. a library peeks her head at her from over the desk. it isn't like johanna to be anything but the upmost careful. a mumbled apology as she scoots her chair in. ❝ what are we doing today? ❞ she puts the fallen novel back. ❝ oh! you had a test? the geography one? ❞ a pause to bite her lip. ❝ how did that go? i think--- ❞ pages fly by her fingertips. ❝ ---we said that we would focus on history today? you're good at that. you have an assignment? or something? ❞

— riff lorton’s rp plotting cheat sheet

Mun name: Jasmine

OOC Contact: discord is my preferred platform, but i can chat in ims if you don't have discord

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

leader of the jets. cocky, reckless, and impulsive. not a person you’d want to bring home to your parents. the dog motif made into a human. doomed by the narrative before it even begins. the mercutio character. nihilistic. doesn’t like looking back (because he’s scared of what he’ll see.)

he’s incredibly loyal but it’s incredibly hard to get him to trust you. he runs his mouth and it’s going to get him into trouble one day. his parents were awful and he ran away at the age of twelve. he’s been living with tony wyzek and tony’s ma ever since, but when tony got arrested, riff stopped coming around his apartment. he’s lived on the streets for four years (ages fourteen to eighteen). he causes trouble with the jets a lot, and the local authorities are quickly growing tired of it.

Points of interest:

physical features

riff is tall (six feet) and incredibly skinny. he hasn’t had a proper meal in months. if he were to take his shirt off, your muse could probably see his ribs.

he has three tattoos: one of a jet plane on his right shoulder, the word “happy” on his left shoulder, and a bouquet of hydrangeas and roses that he got for his girlfriend, graziella, on his right forearm.

riff is typically dressed in jeans held up by a belt, a pair of old boots, and either a tank top under an old flannel button up or just the tank top on its own. he owns one set of nice clothes, which he wears to dances.

he has a very angular face, which is only accentuated by the fact that he’s so skinny.

his legs appear to be incredibly long, both thanks to the jeans he wears and his skinniness.

he is typically somewhat filthy at all times. he doesn’t have easy access to a shower or a bath, so most of the time he’s covered in a thin layer of dirt and sweat. kiss him at your own risk.

miscellaneous

riff is a bit of a territorial kid. he will tell you if you’re on the jets’ turf when you’re not supposed to be or allowed to be.

he has a dog that follows him around after the events of the movie happen. the dog’s name is tony and he tries his best to keep riff out of trouble.

riff is the self proclaimed best dancer in the west side.

What they’ve been up to recently:

causing trouble

riff is the leader of a gang of teenage boys. he runs around a lot and is a general menace to the citizens of san juan hill. your muse is most likely to run into him (sometimes literally) on the street.

dancing

riff absolutely loves to dance. he can dance for hours and sometimes he will. it’s not uncommon for him to be at dances multiple times a week, and if he sees your muse there, he’ll probably invite them onto the floor. he can also give them lessons if they want some.

recovering in the hospital

he was stabbed in a gang fight and rushed to the hospital by valentina and the jets. he doesn’t spend much time there, but he absolutely hates it when he’s in there.

Where to find them:

the docks

the docks are on the jets’ territory and it’s where riff spends most of his time in the summer. he will most likely be hanging around with the rest of the gang. they tend to go swimming a lot, so your muse should be prepared for a lot of teenage boys in their underwear if they decide to make their way down.

the warehouse

another place on the jets’ territory. it’s an old mechanic shop that closed down when the demolition started, and the jets took it over as their home base. they have parties there a lot and will hole up there and talk strategy if needed. it’s where they store all their weapons, along with whatever alcohol or drugs they happen to have at the time.

doc’s drugstore

the drugstore owned by valentina is neutral territory. there’s no fighting allowed on the premises and valentina is very good about enforcing that rule. the jets like to hang around and play pinball or read the magazines that val has out for sale. they’ll pool their money for a candy bar sometimes, but most of the time, they just steal the candy.

Current plans:

mourn & mope & Be Miserable

riff’s best friend died in the fight that he was stabbed in and he’s not speaking to the jets. he’s drunk more often than he’s not and he tends to mope around san juan hill with tony the dog at his heels.

Desired interactions:

the nurses/doctors at the hospital he was at

riff didn’t spend very long in the hospital before he snuck out, but he hated every second of the time that he was there. your muse could be a nurse or a doctor charged with dealing with him. he wouldn’t be a very good patient, and would likely be snarking at them the whole time, but he’s in a lot of pain so you’ll have to forgive him for it.

random pedestrians (specifically post canon)

find riff in a ditch! bring him home! nurse him back to health before he dies! this is something that i love exploring but i rarely get to. i can’t promise that riff will be grateful for your muse’s actions, but at least he won’t be drunk and moping anymore.

the daughters of rich families

if your muse is a rich girl, riff will be trying to fluster her. he’s an absolute menace of a flirt, and he loves getting rich girls all flustered and blushing.

Offered interactions:

handyman

riff knows a little of everything when it comes to keeping a house maintained. he’ll never say it, but he’s good with his hands and he’s good at fixing things. if your muse needs their wiring redone or a toilet looked at, riff is your man. he can also check out their car if needed.

dancing lessons

he wouldn’t mind giving someone dancing lessons. it would be incredibly informal, as he’s not a teacher, but it wouldn’t be too bad of a lesson.

jet leader riff

this is another thing that i love writing but rarely get to. riff as the leader of the jets is a little cocky and asshole-ish, but i love writing him, so if your muse is okay with riff being rude to them, he will be rude to them.

Current open post/s:

i don’t have any opens. i prefer to plot out interactions.

Anything else?:

riff’s canon takes place in the 1950s and riff is, unfortunately, a product of his time. i do not condone or agree with his racist behavior, and though i don’t like writing it, i don’t ignore it. my interpretation of riff stops speaking to the jets after they attempt to rape anita, the girlfriend of the leader of their rival gang. my interpretation of riff also has a rule in place that forbids any violence against women or children, no matter their race. he has potential for change. getting him to realize that is going to be the hard part.