eversohandsome

[character name]: Handsome Bob
[series]: RocknRolla
[player eljay]: archlyinsincere
[messenger]: cookiewins
[e-mail]: cookie.wins@gmail.com
[4th walling?]: Nope!

Voicemail message: "You know what to do."
Ringtone: Sweat - Snoop Dogg (David Guetta [Remix])

[There's the crackle of paper against a microphone that floods the feed first, scratchy and entirely unpleasant. It's the kind of sound that a discarded half-foil, half-paper wrapper of a piece of Wrigley's chewing gum might make if it brushed across the unguarded mic of a phone recording something. Sadly, there's no chewing gum to be had, the owner of both the device and the scrap wrapper is a man who doesn't empty out his pockets at the end of the day. A throat is cleared, grunt of effort soft but audible as that phone is finally pulled free from the confines of denim, the clear sound of stiff buttons pressed and then--]

What... fuck-- oi, 'scuse me? Yeah, mate? I've got less signal than on the bloody tube. Must've taken a wrong turn at--

[There's a pause, seconds bleed into a whole minute as the unmistakable sound of footsteps gets quieter and quieter. The owner of the phone is on his own again.]

If this is London I'm a fucking Gooner...

Bob's been sitting on top of the bonnet of the car for at least half an hour now. It's not his car and he's acting like a little thug, but today he doesn't care. He's been promised a turn behind the wheel and the older boy who'd jingled the keys in front of his face in return for a certain little favour still hasn't shown up. He's not impressed, fingernails tapping against the metal work as he waits it out. Most likely, the boy he's waiting for is still asleep, too blazed up to care that he's about to have his car stolen.

[Continued from here]

Given the choice of letting Arthur sleep or getting off, Bob had thought he was doing the right thing by choosing the former. Arthur's reaction tells him it had been the wrong choice and though he's laughing, he can't help but tilt his head back into the pillow to give the other man more room to work.

"Was trying to behave."