#rhettcastillo

[rosiebutler]

indifference looks great on rhett. damn it. narrowed eyes spy him when he's not listening, behaving again when he looks at her. and, well, then she's nothin' but quintessential, southern class, raising her cross-body bag to rattle and example, "oh sweetheart, daddy's made sure i've carried since i was a little girl. your concern is sweet, though." and surprising. typically, he's the hard-to-get type. rosie knows what she's doing, and her smile does too, when she warns him, "careful. people might talk."

"Then I guess you better suit up and do something about it," Rhett said with a shrug of his shoulder. He went back to busying him looking at the damage and making a list of what he needed to get repaired. The windows were going to be the real pain in the ass, they were old, and definitely a custom size. Part of him had the inkling he was going to have to craft them himself. As she continued her tirade of knowledge, he glanced back to her. "My suggestion is to carry a pistol on you." He wasn't gonna sit there and argue with someone who clearly had it all figured out.

[tjsnyder]

@rhettcastillo

Location: Rhett's Construction Company

TJ's brows raised as he looked around at the home base of Rhett's business, a smirk on his face as he nodded approval before seeing the man. "So you still got this going on then?" He smirked, "you uh... you need a mechanic again?" He had once worked for Rhett when he was younger but he didn't know if he would be welcomed back, he was a good worker but had other things on his mind. He sighed, "no, I haven't spent it all yet, if that's what your about to say. Just can't live off it forever, ya know." His win just made it where he didn't have to worry about the roof over his head.

[ironliam]

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“Hey, Sarg,” Liam yelled, trying to get the man’s attention. Waving manically like an idiot, catching his occasional employer in a fucking parking lot on a whim was not how he wanted to approach Rhett. But, Liam reasoned to himself, it was going to have to be now or never. “I am practicing a thing a weirdo called politeness. I know you weren’t so happy back when I skipped out on some, well, maybe majority of that one construction project a while back.” As in, Liam gave a six word text to Rhett before bailing on the work to go to a rave festival. When Liam rambled – which was rare as he disliked saying more than three syllables at once – it made his accent stronger as if the words were clinging to the back of his throat. As if, Liam had to choke before his body would let him continue with normal human conversation. “And I do appreciate the chances you’ve given me, being able to help run the fights and all that.” He gave a dramatic pause. Liam really hated disappointing Rhett, and he was one of the few who commanded a sliver of discipline from Liam. “I know we’re doing well, getting some rowdy newcomers, but uhh-” He wasn’t really sure how to continue, taking consequences for his actions was a genuine allergy. Liam took a pause, not sure how to continue, crossed his arms as this exercise gave his brain the most painful workout on the planet. 

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[yildizxselin]

Selin couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the man in front of her. She had asked it out of interest, nothing more than that. For Rhett to emphasize on the fact that he was knee deep in the work of his legit businesses. It said a lot to her. The woman took a deep breath before pulling her gaze away from Rhett and letting her gaze move through the building they were standing in. She too had a legit business that she worked at but it was clear that things had shifted for Rhett in the previous months. Or at least that is how it felt to her. Otherwise she would not have been standing here right now. “They’ve been training plenty.” No need to worry about that - a thought that she did not add out loud to the one she said. You would’ve known if you had been around. And another thought that was better left unsaid at this moment. Selin wasn’t sure what she felt about the fact that Rhett wasn’t around much. “I’m truly here in interest of you and not of the ring. I want to know where you stand when looking at the future and what place the ring takes in it.”

Annoyance bubbled up into his features immediately. Rhett was someone who was perpetually busy even when people didn't think so. The fighting ring was something that he did when he was starting out — among other things — and time was a weird thing. His other ventures grew and required more of him, as was apparent by him working. Flicking a flashlight to the water damage to illustrate his point, he said back, "This is where my head's at. My fucking businesses, the legit ones." The fighting was some sort of therapy for him, and even when he was more into it, it still didn't take all headspace. It was never meant to.

He understood Selin well enough, she was bored, lived a cushy life, so this was some sort of side project for her. For him, it was different. In a small part of it, he resented her for being here. He almost wanted to hand them all tissues to wipe the dollar signs out of their eyes, which is what he felt they were seeing when it came to fighting. "The boys could use the time to train, no one's been bothering me there for a fight."

[rosiebutler]

she's half a mind to cite the saturday morning crowd, the herd that breathe down her neck as rosie juggles with her morning macchiato and the keys to the lucky lasso. only, there's been grave injuries, butchered barn animals, traumatized young men, women and children. rosie's done smiling— even for rhett castillo (only for now). "so, you're think they're gonna— what, honey? stop here? no, no, no," she strolls over to his booth, empty drink rocked in hand, dangerous rhetoric on tongue, "i think they've just started having their fun. word has it they're gonna wait 'till we get our guards down 'n we go back to our fairs and our manicures. then, before we know it, they've poisoned the water and we're all just drinkin' it up, baby!" rosie knows. rosie's seen it in a movie, once.

"You ever try to stop a mob before? Let alone a mob of desperate people?" Rhett asked from his place at the bar. He was supposed to be meeting a contractor here, and the events of the week had left it with some damage, damage he offered to fix at a discounted rate. The owner was old, he didn't have much, as was much of the same with the business owners in town. "People are desperate, they feel their livelihoods are at risk. Meeting them with sheer forces doesn't work unless you want it to turn into a full scale revolt. This is how revolutions start." He'd know, he'd seen it first hand, he'd been the one to drop into zones and eliminate the heads of the revolts.

[yildizxselin]

Quietly Selin took in the surroundings of the theater. It was something that brought back memories. They didn’t visit plays or movies a lot with the family but there had been times and she was brought back to it straight away. The woman was pulled back to the present by the sound of the voice of the man in the theater with her. It was a rather strange location to meet up but perfect for the subject that the both of them talked about rather often. Talking about a Fight Club was not something you did in public. “I just wanted to see mostly where your head is at. I haven’t seen you around a lot.” The Fight Club had been her escape at the right moment. Rhett had given her a chance in finding the thrill that she had needed in her life, maybe a bit more than she could take on even. “Are you okay?”

starter for @yildizxselin at the palace theater

The flashlight shined as he looked over the damage. When the ice storm rolled through, places lost power and pipes burst. So he'd been overwhelmingly busy the last week. This week was finally getting to the theater, where the concession stands were flooded out. The water was off but the damage was done. He was doing walk through by himself this week because all the crews were on jobs. "Busy these weeks, what did you want to discuss?" He asked. He wasn't planning on any fights when he was swamped with his real business.