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the world isn't quite what it used to be- and that's putting it nicely. in the far future, all the work that earth's previous generations have tried to build has come crumbling down, and has become the exact definition of a dystopia. the government is laying in shambles, the world polluted and the sky constantly gray. the world is a run-down, disorderly field of havoc and terror.
peril city, america.
this large city is one of the places that were hit the worst. it's a mess of things. police rarely help if called for, and are more feared by civilians than praised. most of the population is either serving life-sentences in the city prison, or just struggling to make a living.
away from the nicer, downtown areas, the homeless flood the streets. very few people are rich in this large place of danger.
that's where robyn harris comes in.
born into a rich family that lived in a mansion near the edge of the city's borders, robyn is, without a doubt, the richest man in the city. after his parents had passed, he inherited the family enterprise, including many of the hotels and other businesses that his parents had bought and owned. in the public, it feels like there's always the flash of cameras as they attempt to find something to gossip about in this ruined city. the spotlight feels like it's always on him as he forces himself to appear as a confident, charismatic man-- even if that is a far stretch from the truth.
although, being rich in this city isn't something to be glad about, anymore. the few rich people in peril city are slowly being murdered, one by one. policemen aren't trying to find the culprit, or even looking for hints as to who it was.
due to many pleas from friends and other townspeople, robyn decides to get a bodyguard. the man he hires grew up and survived on the streets, which is quite a big change to now be living in the luxurious mansion owned by robyn-- though, he has what it takes to defend and guard robyn. and, well, robyn isn't very fond with needing to have someone else to protect him from the unknown killer, even if the man is attractive. he doesn't like the lack of privacy that comes with it (such as not even getting to sleep in his room without someone accompanying him), along with the paranoia of a killer out there now having him at the top of his list.
though with this lack of privacy comes getting to know his bodyguard, and feeling a closer fondness towards him.
one tragic night, however, when the murderer actually does attempt to murder robyn, though, will the fondness ever get to grow into something more? or will it be too late?
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sometimes it's best to watch from a distance as your city crumbles and falls, deeper and deeper, into pure and utter chaos.
the young man leaned forward, hands in his pant's pockets, as he stared out at the broken city. it was such a shame, to see a town that used to be so beautiful, so flawless, be ruined by the greed and recklessness of the citizens and the government. downtown, where he owned many of the major businesses, clubs, and hotels, wasn't so bad. those with enough money to actually afford most things often spent their time wandering the streets, there, going from shop to shop underneath the always-dark sky. what there was, away from downtown, was nothing but abandoned, broken-down homes and the homeless.
robyn felt both glad and rather guilty that he wasn't one of the many people who were forced to call the streets home, nowhere else to go and nowhere else to live. it was a shame... so many people that needed to be helped, but nobody that would dare help them. most of the homeless were taken up with greed that they'd steal, or too full of arrogance that they wouldn't dare ask for money, even if anybody would listen to them. the police force was corrupt, only doing things if they saw the promise of a handful of cash in return. what a sight.. that, out of all the people you were taught to trust and hope for in times of trouble, they were actually the most dishonest, unscrupulous of people. if there was an honest, good system still in the works, then maybe this large city wouldn't be what it is today-- same for the rest of america, the rest of the world, even.
whoever had named peril city must've known that danger and chaos were the only things that this city would ever be.
breathing a long, heavy sigh, robyn leaned back before turning and exiting the balcony. no one was in the mansion, today- or, at least, no other guests. he could hear the anxious, quick steps of maids as they rushed to prepare the house for the new guest. he knew the butler, henry, must be standing at the door, patiently awaiting the chance to answer the door for his young master. that new guest.. it was enough for the young man to breathe a sigh. the brunette didn't want to think about it, but there was no real way to beat around the bush. all the other, rich townspeople were dying - being murdered, for crying out loud - and he couldn't just stand by and wait for it to happen to him. he may not have known most of the people who'd been killed, though he had conversed with them. hearing the citizens gossip about it, or reading the newspaper as they explained just how that person had been killed... them dying most certainly wasn't an accident. it was bloody, gruesome, and enough to make robyn sick to the stomach thinking about it. everyone in this city with money was in trouble, and it seemed like there was nothing to do about it.
if this mansion hadn't been built by his family, then maybe he would have just up and left. he could run the hotels and other businesses from different towns.. but it would be stupid to just leave this place, where he was born and raised, same for many other generations before. besides, it would be a bad image for him to flee, no matter if there was a killer. he'd give his family a bad name, as cowards. he couldn't do that to his family, most certainly not. though... he also wanted to survive. there had been too many close calls, these last couple of weeks.
the thought was enough to make him shudder. the first - and last - example, a prime reminder in the back of his head. it had been at a party at the donnis mansion. a masquerade- a common theme for most all parties, nowadays. he could remember drinking champagne, chattering with old friends who he much preferred to call acquaintances. one of them had offered to show him around the extravagant place, and, who was robyn to complain to it? he thought that the offer had been genuine, his mind not yet tainted with paranoia and crippling anxiety he currently possessed. the minute they'd been alone, though, that man, masked and towering over him, had turned against him. ran his hands along his body, cut him with a knife, left him for dead... he could still remember the screams that had erupted from the mansion as he managed to stand up and stagger his way through the grand white doors, staining the frames a dark, dark crimson.
just the thought of that memory was enough for the healing wounds on his abdomen to start stinging again.
the young man closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head. a bodyguard. it hadn't been his idea, but the idea of those who cared for his well-being, as well as a couple of the other rich people in the town. all of them crying, begging for something like this to not happen to their beloved friend. the richest man in peril city. hell, they'd recommended this guy, so surely that meant that he wasn't someone to mess with. apparently, he'd been picked off of the streets from this group of other bodyguards, trained to follow in their footsteps. it irritated the young man, though, to think of practically putting his life in some stranger's hands. maybe once he got to know him, it wouldn't cause any annoyance.
guess he wouldn't know until later, right?
besides, he was scared, and willing to do anything it would take to prevent dying the way those other people had.
the sound of the doorbell ringing caused him to lift his head. that must be him. messing with the cuff of his sleeves of his fine suit, he wandered down the spiral staircase, swallowing hard as the door came into view. today was one of those days where he didn't want to act all that confident and charismatic; although it seemed like he had no choice. he glanced at his butler, who had now turned his head to wait for his permission expectantly. with a grim nod, henry slowly pulled the door open.
and, as the door opened, it was almost like a switch how quickly his outward persona changed; he wasn't himself. "be robyn harris," he reminded himself, taking the final steps down the stairs to be able to walk closer to the man.
"ah, so you must be my new bodyguard? come in, come in; i don't bite." he did a brief once-over, glancing the other over carefully before the butler - taking a very brief, careful glance outside - closed the door behind him. "my name's robyn harris, though feel free to just call me robyn." as uncomfortable as he felt, he could still force that charismatic smile, try and use some charm here and there. the two of them were going to have to be on good terms, anyways-- despite robyn not wanting to have someone else living here, nonetheless there to try and protect him from an unknown killer.
and, well, who was he to complain when the man was quite the looker? "i could show you your room, if you would like. i'm not quite sure it's ready yet, but you can set your belongings down in there."
//ah
i don't have many requirements
just please be advanced!
thank you! :)
(faceclaim is Scott Porter)