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Petrol Head. Dog Lover. Prolific Hitman. (Indie Roleplay blog for John Wick)
Since I’m a huge fan of John knowing everyone and everyone knowing John, I’ll be working on a page here soon with details that others might know about him, for use in RP. I think it helps give some depth and history to threads. I’ll be pulling a LOT from John Wick 1 and 2, but I’ll have a few headcanons in there, too.
“ lucky for you, i’m wearing a dress. ” he wouldn’t be wrong : a little pat-down’s a surefire way to get her absolutely heated – in the worst way possible, no doubt. “ so ! we done yet ? i’m starting to feel like a show pony. ”
“ right. lucky for ME. “
that definitely makes the TASK easier to accomplish. his hands start low around her ankle, & john takes away the heeled show, tossing it away. both hands glide up one of her legs, but john is quick – he doesn’t linger for pleasure, never takes more than he’s got to even when his hands hike up her skirt. “ almost done. “ wick replies, beginning to move down her other leg towards the other heel, which would also be thrown aside for GOOD MEASURE. from the pat down, he knows she’s lean & agile – she isn’t soft like the kind of people that tend to wear those kinds of dresses. so he’ll not leave her with any MAKESHIFT weapon, should he have her way.
❛ at least the suits still fit. ❜ black on noir, a fitting shade for such HARBINGER / ( weren’t they all wraiths of a differing shade ?). suitcase in tow, offered to him in fluid motion welcoming gift of sorts. ❛ continental lost and found. i took the liberty of having it cleaned. ❜ tools of their trade, securely fastened.
people tend to expect the tired old story of the retired assassin letting themselves go after growing too comfortable. not him, though. not john. no, john has always remained sharp as a knife, keeping himself physically fit enough to defend both him & his wife against anybody that might look to harm them.
from that, a new darkness was born within him. but he isn’t an evil man – he considers that a matter of perspective, though.
one hand reaches out to intercept the case, bringing it back to his side. “ is there someone i should be thanking? “ from his tone, it’s clear to tell that he’s asking whom he owes now – since everything has a price. “ you, maybe? “
Pssst, i l o v e your blog n happy to have found an rp one of jw. Thank ヽ(;▽;)ノ id also love to get ur interpretation of jw's personal self if u dont mind
Personal Self? Could you elaborate on that? Like, how he spends time alone? How he was around his wife? How he is when he isn’t fueled with hate and hellbent on revenge? Also, thanks so much for your compliment on the blog! That kind of positivity means the world to me!
brows furrowing in the middle as features softened, there was a weak smile curling at her lips. yeah, this was the guy who nearly killed her—-nearly finished the job, and here she stood on his doorstep. she had connections, too. hands nestled deep in her coat pockets, anastasia rolled back onto her heels with a shrug of her shoulders.
“look—with all due respect, if i was here to do that, you wouldn’t be awake right now. ”
few people come by john’s home unless trouble compelled them to do so. a man like him doesn’t keep good friends, only acquaintances, people that respect him & people that owe him. a particularly cold way of life, but that’s the truth of the matter. all the people he’d ever considered friends were gone, now, for the most part. either that or so far removed from his life that they might as well be.
“ sounds like you overestimate how much i sleep. “
john can’t imagine why she might be here at first, then realizes that it’s likely the same reason all others tend to approach him: they want something. when his contract on her went sideways, she saved his life. he owes her. so that’s fair.