There’s a Spy on the Boat
Nov. 24th, 2025 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handsome_rougeWho: Spy and OPEN
What: Spy is having a smoke and trying to figure out what he can do now that he’s stuck here.
Where: Library
When: Mid Afternoon
Warnings: Some talk of death.
[Spy wasn’t all too pleased when he woke up in his cabin on this boat. At first, he was confused because he didn’t remember boarding a boat or falling asleep on one.
He had a slight headache that clued him in on what may have happened. He remembered making a deal of some kind. He redeems himself on this boat and he gets a second chance at life.
That would be great…if he knew how to do that.
Spy wasn’t the sort of man who believed in redemption. In his younger years, possibly but he had seen too many promise to change, only to run back to their old ways months, maybe years later. Many didn’t even take that long.
His career as an assassin led him to believe that people were what they were and only really “changed” to save their own skin. That’s why he’s here. If he had any other option, he wouldn’t be but the other option was death and he wasn’t read to be gone yet.]
[So here he was, in some library, looking at all the books, cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes scanned over copies of books.His hands were tucked into the pocket of his $10,000 dollar suit.
He wasn’t necessarily interested in any of them just yet. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to even begin worrying about getting lost in fiction at the moment. He just needed out of his cabin really.
He saw a couple people as he walked in but said nothing to them. He doesn’t recognize any faces here and doesn’t trust any of them. He didn’t look like the most friendly man either, due to his resting bitch face.]
What: Spy is having a smoke and trying to figure out what he can do now that he’s stuck here.
Where: Library
When: Mid Afternoon
Warnings: Some talk of death.
[Spy wasn’t all too pleased when he woke up in his cabin on this boat. At first, he was confused because he didn’t remember boarding a boat or falling asleep on one.
He had a slight headache that clued him in on what may have happened. He remembered making a deal of some kind. He redeems himself on this boat and he gets a second chance at life.
That would be great…if he knew how to do that.
Spy wasn’t the sort of man who believed in redemption. In his younger years, possibly but he had seen too many promise to change, only to run back to their old ways months, maybe years later. Many didn’t even take that long.
His career as an assassin led him to believe that people were what they were and only really “changed” to save their own skin. That’s why he’s here. If he had any other option, he wouldn’t be but the other option was death and he wasn’t read to be gone yet.]
[So here he was, in some library, looking at all the books, cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes scanned over copies of books.His hands were tucked into the pocket of his $10,000 dollar suit.
He wasn’t necessarily interested in any of them just yet. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to even begin worrying about getting lost in fiction at the moment. He just needed out of his cabin really.
He saw a couple people as he walked in but said nothing to them. He doesn’t recognize any faces here and doesn’t trust any of them. He didn’t look like the most friendly man either, due to his resting bitch face.]