The City of Las Vegas

come to velocity. something big is going down.
sent: 6:43 pm

Max stared at the text for the 30th time, still driving about 15 miles over the speed limit on his way to vegas velocity racetrack, only about 5 minutes away now. What was Levi talking about? This had better be something totally not gang related, because Max was not about to willingly walk into some hostage transaction. He should've been more serious when he asked if Levi was on drugs. "Come on," he muttered, resisting the urge to honk loudly at the cars stopped at the red light ahead of him.

@Coy [I give up...]

@Jimin Coy sighed, and before he left he took Jimin's hand and set the stick in his palm. "Then sorry I bothered you." He muttered before he stalked out of the room, shoving his hands back in your pockets. "Tell your sister that Coy wishes her well, wherever she is," with that he was out of the cafe and walking down the streets again.

@Coy Jimin shrugged and shook his head. "It doesn't matter, I don't feel like answering the phone." he added and frowned. "I really don't want you hanging around thanks..." Jimin added as he got up out of the chair. "Just leave me alone.." Jimin said as he put a hand out to feel his way along the wall.

@Jimin "we.. Don't worry about it. I haven't heard from her in ages anyways," He shrugged and sat down across from the male, his arms folded together loosely. "Then I guess you and I will be spending lots of time together until you are feeling better. You might want to pick that up. She's probably worried sick that her brother isn't anywhere to be found."

@Coy Jimin tried to pull away but the other had a firm grip on his wrist and he stumbled after the stranger. "I don't want anything. How do you know Jinya?" he asked his head lowered. "I know she cares but that doesn't make me any less of a burden on her.." Jimin's phone chose that moment to ring and he recognized the tone as Jinya's but he refused to answer it. "None of this changes anything....if not now I'll just do something later.."

@Jimin Jinya. So that's why the kid looked familiar. "I know Jinya," he muttered. "She cares about you. She really does." He didn't rven bother anymore, he took a hold of Jimin's wrist and without listening to any protests he tugged the semi stranger to the nearest coffee shop and made him sit down. "Are you in the mood for something strong or something sweet?"

@Coy Jimin rested his forehead on the cold metal of the railing. "I know I'm a burden. "I hold Jinya back, I know I do, and she may not say anything but I know she resents the fact that she has to look after me. And I was obviously a burden to Rion...we were going to move in together and then he just leaves....no one wants to be with me, I'm just going to end up spending my life by myself." Jimin said and sighed. "There is nothing good about my life...I have been holding it in for so long, trying to convince myself that being blind was ok, everything would be great." Jimin shook his head. "I was an idiot...nothing will ever be ok..."

@Jimin Coy frowned and approached the railing, he noticed the stick on the ground and picked it up, fiddling with it in his hands. "You really think you're a burden? these people choose to take care of you, if it was really a burden they probably wouldn't have been putting up with you." He shrugged softly and couldn't help but let a small chuckle out. "That's not true. You shouldn't let your blindness be the deciding factor here. If someone truly cares, it won't matter," He muttered then gently tapped Jimin's shoulder with the walking stick. "How about this-- instead of doing something rash now, let's go get a cup of coffee and talk about whatever it is that's killing you on the inside. I'm holding my hand out for you right now, all you have to do is take it." His hand was extended out towards Jimin, lips pressed together as he watched the other. "Think of it this way: I'm not going to let you jump so if you try, I'll just force you over the rail. but if you take my hand willingly you'll be cutting out a lot of resentment and exhertion," He teased lightly.

@Coy "Doing something I should have done a long time ago.." Jimin replied blinking the tears from his eyes. "Just leave me alone. It's better for everyone this way. This way I won't be a burden on anyone any more, on my sister, my father...I won't have to worry about someone leaving me again. No one wants to be with the blind guy, it's too much of a hassle for everyone and I can't do this any more. Everyone says I'm strong..." Jimin shook his head. "I'm not...I never have been...its all just been a mistake.."

@Jimin Coy was walking in the bleak evening a little bored by himself, hands shoved in his pockets he went at a leasurely pace. He found himself at a standstill in life. He wasn't going to as many races, he hadn't seen his best friend in a while and lately he hadn't heard from Jinya. Maybe that was he fault but he wasn't about to admit it to anyone. Nor did he even know what to say anymore. But regardless the night was clear enough and he decided to clear his head with a late night stroll. As he made his rounds on a familiar path he noticed a figure standing on a bridge and upon squinting forward, he noticed it was that one guy he always saw on the races that never seemed to actually be watching the races. "Hey," he called as he approached the other, noticing him leaning over the railing. "What are you doing?"

Jimin wiped at his eyes as he slowly made his way up the side of the bridge. It was a good thing he couldn't see because he wouldn't have been able to see anyway through the tears. He'd finally found the one person he thought he could spend the rest of his life with. They were going to move in together and he loved Rion with all of his heart. And then he was just....he was just gone. Just like that gone. One day he was there and the next he was gone.

Jimin should have known it was too good to be true, who would care about a blind young man. No one wanted to have that responsibility on their shoulders. All he was was a burden on everyone, Rion, his sister, his father, everyone. He'd never find anyone else that would want to deal with his blindness. If the one person whom he thought loved him could just up and leave him then anyone could. It had taken how many years for him to find someone like Rion. Jimin stumbled and dropped his cane. He grabbed the railing of the bridge, the tears streaking down his cheeks. He didn't even reach for the cane, he didn't need it anymore any way. He pulled himself up to the railing and leaned over it. It would be easier this way...easier for everyone...

@Jared "So. We have a few options here," Jared said as he straightened the cuffs of his jacket and brushed away imaginary dust before looking up at the man currently being held between his men.

"Look! I don't have the money, ok?" The man cried out desperately, cutting Jared off. Jared's face twitched in aggravation. "I can get it to you, I just don't have it right now. My kid...."

"Despite what you might think, Mr. Tent, I don't care about your kid, or that you're car payment was late, or that you needed to pay rent, or that you needed to take care of some debts." With each sentence, he stepped closer, until he was standing right in front of Tenzel. "I. Don't. Care."

"But--!" Jared spun around on his heel and walked away casually. He cut off the other man.

"What I do care about, however, is I gave you $2000 worth of last month, and I haven't seen a single penny from it." He looked back. "Not only have I not seen a penny from it--in a city that loves its vices--the crack appears to be missing? Do you see how that sounds to me?"

"I-I do, sir, but I--" Jared held up a hand to stop him again.

"No excuses, Tent. Where's the money?" Tenzel started shaking. Jared grimaced. He needed to find men with stronger stuff than this.

"All right, all right, I made a bad run in poker, ok?" Jared watched as the man almost literally deflated. "I was drunk, and I think I may have been conned or something. Couldn't prove it though. She took everything from me." If he had seen it once, he had seen it a million times. Rookies and amateurs getting their hands on some big money, and they felt lucky. So lucky they went out and spent it all. And in Vegas, that almost always meant gambling. That or hookers.

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Jared pretended to contemplate something. "How old is your daughter exactly?" Tenzel paled. Jared was worried he may pass out for a moment.

"Se-Seventeen." He quickly added, "sir!" Jared hummed in thought.

"A little younger than I would like to go, but...." He shrugged. "There will always be people who are interested in that taboo. At least she's not sixteen or fifteen. I do have morals." He clapped his hands. "All right! So this is how it is going to go. Your daughter will work at The Silver Lounge as one of the dancers. Now sometimes," he explained as though speaking to a child, "the men are willing to pay for something.... More than just stripping and lap dancing." Jared marveled at how pale Tenzel could get.

"Please, no! Don't bring my daughter into this! I'll do anything. /Anything/." Ah, yes, this was why he had chosen Tenzel. Strong familial ties and loyalty.

"You should have thought of that before you spent all my money, Tent. Don't worry though. If she /is/ hired, my girls don't sell cheap. Who knows, maybe after a few good s, your debt will be gone." He gestured to his men to drop the man. Tenzel collapsed to the ground bonelessly.

"No, please, no," Tenzel actually weeped.

"Gather yourself, Tenzel. You have a daughter to save. The sooner you get my money to me, the better."

@Rion Jimin smiled as he felt his hand squeezed and nodded his head. "That does sound good too. So what are your plans for the week? Any races coming up?"

@Jimin He nodded, "The same I guess. The Malibu club sounds good, avocado, bacon and spicy mayonnaise." He squeezed Jimin's hand and ordered for them.

@Rion "Hmmm, I'm going to have a turkey sandwich, I'm not all that hungry really, but I should eat. What about you? What are you going to have love?" Jimin asked cocking his head to the side.

@Jimin "What would you like to eat?" He asked, looking over the menu. He named off different things he though Jimin would be interested in.

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@Rion "Well I'm glad it isn't bothering you." Jimin said with a smile as he leaned against Rion, enjoying the feel of his arm sliding around his waist. it was so nice to have someone watching out for him, someone who cared about him. He sat down and smiled as Rion helped him get situated. He didn't like the loss of Rion's warmth but he knew that Rion was sitting right across from him and he held his hand out waiting for Rion's hand to fall into his.

@Jimin "Not really. I'm used to the pain tolerance so it doesn't really btoher me so much." He said, slippign his rm around Jimin's waist, rubbing his side. He muttered into his ear of the booth they were going to sit in, making sure he was settled before siitng across from him.

@Rion Jimin smiled as he felt the others arm around him. "I can't wait Rion." he said with a smile as they walked. "How is your arm feeling? Does it hurt much?" Jimin asked his fingers tracing the bandage lightly.

@Jimin He smiled softly, leaning over and wrapping his arm around the other. "Youll be able to feel the skin thats slightly raised as it heals." He said, steering the other as they wlaked down the street.

@Rion Jimin smiled and nodded his head,"Sounds like a plan to me!" Jimin said as he walked next to Rion giving a small sigh. "I wish...I wish I could see the tattoos love." Jimin said with a small pout.

@Jimin He smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of Jimin's head. "They're bandaged up." He pulled the other ot him after paying the man, heading out. "Wanna grab a bite?"

@Rion Jimin smiled up at the older man,"Must be all done you are definitely more relaxed babe." he said with a soft chuckle. "How do they look?" he asked curiously as his thumb rubbed the back of Rion's hand.

@Jimin Finally, the artist was moving to his other wrist, and before he knew it it was over. He let out a breath, relaxing back in the chair as the man doctored his new tattoos, going over the care process even though Rion obviously knew the drill. The whole time, he kept his hand curled into Jimin's.

@Rion Jimin smiled as he felt the squeeze and he could hear the sounds of the needle buzzing in his ear. Hearing a little hiss from Rion he could tell the other was in a little bit of pain. He squeezed his hand gently and gave him soft little words of encouragement and sometimes telling a small joke.

He couldn't get over how lucky he was to have found Rion. The other meant so much to him and somehow he knew that Rion was the only person for him. They'd had their moment of trial and now he jsut wanted to enjoy being with the other.

@Jimin Rion reached out and squeezed the other's hand in response, holding to it as the man began working on his other wrist. Every once in awhile, he would hiss in slight discomfort, but that was the extent to his vocal relations of pain.

He used Jimin's hand as his strength, gripping and squeezing when need be.

@Rion Jimin smiled as he felt Rion pull him closer. All of this just felt perfect, being with Rion was perfect and it was really all Jimin wanted. he listened closely to Rion and couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth run through him as the other described the tattoo.

When Rion was called back Jimin followed and sat down in the chair as he was directed. He smiled as he listened to Rion explain what he wanted, he hadn't realized that Rion had understood so much of what Jimin did and that he'd figured out the braille was amazing. "I think it will be really nice Rion."

@Jimin Rion smiled softly, taking his hands and gently brushing some hair back behind Jimin's ear. He then wrapped that same arm around his waist, pulling him in close to his side. He continued to explain what he wanted to Jimin until finally he was called back.

He led the other to the stall, pulling up a chair for him to sit in before sitting down himself. After explaining what he wanted in extreme detail, handing a print out of the words to the artist, the artist began prepping.