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 You Don't Look Like A Cop, Tag: Archer
ALADDIN
TWENTY
supernatural agility
DELIVERY BOY
heterosexual
HE/HIM

played by AYODELE24 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
A regular at the restaurant Zain delivered for asked him for a favor at closing: could he deliver something - not food, just an envelope - to the owner of a storage facility at the intersection of 172nd and Elder Avenue. Zain agreed because the guy agreed to pay him $50 to do it ($25 just to take the envelope, and the rest after he delivered it; and he could really use that $25). So that's why he ended up near the Bronx River at eleven o'clock at night. Zain thought of himself as somebody who had a great sense of direction, and he knew Staten Island and Brooklyn like the back of his hand; there were a few areas of the Bronx that he was familiar with - he was even living there now since he got kicked out of his last place - but the river wasn't one of them. It was a pretty bad area, or so people said, and Zain ended up outside of a bar on Metcalf Avenue with no idea which way to go. He was lost.

Bah. He hated asking for help. It wasn't an ego thing... well, okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing. He'd lived in New York for almost his entire life: how could he still get lost? But if he didn't grit his teeth and get some directions, he could lose the rest of the money. The customer was pretty insistent than the envelope had to get delivered tonight. So he hesitated outside of the bar, and he noticed this guy - he looked around his age, maybe a little older - who was standing near the door. He almost looked like he was waiting for someone, but Zain didn't see anyone and he wasn't on the phone so... he decided to talk to him. "Hey," he greeted the stranger with a sheepish smile, "Do you have a second?"

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Captain Phoebus
Thirty-two
Danger Intuition
VICE Detective
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious18 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
I should've worshiped her sooner
Arianna was sick today, back at her apartment bedded down with a fever. She'd called him earlier, but Archer had insisted she stay home. She'd been bad last night and when she'd called, she'd sounded like death. He'd told her he'd swing back after his shift, bring her some breakfast in the morning. She'd fought with him, the argumentative thing, but he'd won in the end. He was out in the Bronx tonight, a long haul from home, but there had been some mutterings of drug deals and secret deliveries and other such hullabaloo around these parts. He and Arianna had been out in this borough a few times over the last month, gleaning information from the little fish to filter back to the Bronx station. That was exactly what Archer was doing right now, actually. His dyed brunette curls were messy and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Which was pretty true, the life of a Detective was one that included very little sleep. He had a few pills tucked away in his pocket, too just in case someone came up on him hoping to buy. That was what Archer was waiting on, really. Someone, maybe a regular, to slink over so he could chat them up. He'd touched base with a few low lifes in this part of town, made nice enough with everyone that he was thought of as at least somewhat trustworthy. The gig was slow going, but it was going.

He'd been smoking a cigarette when a young man walked up to him. Archer had never been a smoker, not until he'd gone undercover, but it added to the image. Was it killing him a little? Sure. Small sacrifices though. At least he didn't smoke crack. He knew a few undercovers that were quite a bit deeper than he was, had to do a lot more to get accepted. He loved this job, but he hoped to never become quite that dedicated.

Archer raised an eyebrow, flicking his cigarette out as the man greeted him, asking him if he had a second. He didn't look like an addict and his features were much too welcoming. If the guy was looking for drugs he was a rookie at it. Archer glanced this way, then that way as if trying to decide whether or not talking to this man was worth his time. It was, of course. Archer would speak to just about anyone, you never knew what sort of information you could gather. Unlikely sources could turn out to be goldmines. He returned his gaze the man, giving him a curt nod. "Sure. What do yah need?" he asked, insinuation in his voice. If the guy was looking for drugs, he'd blurt it out. If not, Archer would hear whatever else the man needed, which honestly he wasn't really sure what else there was to need on this side of town. The area was seedy at best with very few people out and about this time of night. Well, very few people with any sort of good intentions anyway.

ZAIN A. KHOURY
thanks evvie!
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ALADDIN
TWENTY
supernatural agility
DELIVERY BOY
heterosexual
HE/HIM

played by AYODELE24 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
For the few seconds it took for the guy to respond, Zain stood there awkwardly. He tried to look as unassuming and friendly as possible - if worst came to worst, he could always go inside the bar and ask for directions. But this guy looked a lot more sober than the people inside were likely to be, and he was on a deadline. He got a nod, finally, and grinned... but the gratefulness didn't last long. His smile faded at the insinuation in the guy's voice.

It wasn't like a drug dealer couldn't be good with a map, but Zain didn't hang around those types of people. Not by choice, anyway. When he was juvie, he knew a lot of guys who'd gotten into that kind of stuff. He wasn't interested - for a lot of reasons; his mom would hate it, he didn't have the money to burn on something he couldn't eat, and it didn't seem worth the risk. Especially once he got out of juvie. He didn't want to end up in jail. "Uh, no," he said quickly, eyes widening, "I don't need any... stuff," he didn't want to come out and say 'drugs' but that's what he was talking about, and then he dug the yellow post-it out of his back pocket where he'd written down the address. "But thanks."

The belated 'thanks' came as an afterthought. He didn't want to be a jerk because he did still need the help (just... not the looking-for-drugs kind of help). "How are you with directions? I'm trying to find this place on the river," he explained, "It's a storage facility. Do you know it?" Zain turned the post-it note over to the guy, adding, "I'm supposed to deliver something down there by midnight, and... uh, I'm not sure which way to go," but he knew he was cutting it a little close. "Do you mind pointing me in the right direction?" He was sort of hoping he could get the help without having to give up something in exchange - he really needed that fifty dollars, and he didn't have anything else on him. But he guessed he could always offer to buy the guy a sandwich (assuming his boss wouldn't be pissed at him for bringing a drug dealer into the restaurant - unless he did a delivery, and even if the guy came to the restaurant, he wouldn't be coming to deal drugs, right?).

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KIMI!
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Captain Phoebus
Thirty-two
Danger Intuition
VICE Detective
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious18 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
I should've worshiped her sooner
I don't need any... stuff. If Archer hadn't been doing this for years, been in the military for years before that, he'd have laughed. The man before he seemed genuinely surprised at the insinuation and Archer couldn't help but be inwardly amused. This kid wasn't from this part of town, that much was clear. He even tacked on a thanks at the end, as if he were declining a pack of gum or or a pamphlet about Jesus. Archer leaned against the wall, a crooked grin coming to his face as he crossed his arms loosely over his chest. Whatever the man wanted, he was now interested if only to sate his own curiosity. Why on Earth would you be in this shit neighborhood if you didn't want to score something illegal?

Archer leaned forward as the other pulled out a yellow post-it note, explaining that he was looking for directions. Ah, made sense, though again why he was running around this time of night was definitely strange. A little further explanation and Archer had taken the post-in note in his hand. He did indeed know this particular storage facility. It was down by the docks and most of the people in this area knew to stay out of there unless they had business there. Archer glanced at the man once more. He couldn't have been much older than twenty if at all and his face was much to bright to harbor a fugitive behind it. Archer had a knack for these things, knowing who brought danger along with them and the man before him didn't give off that vibe at all. Truth be told, that worried him. The cop in him knew that there was a good chance this kid was going to run into trouble and then what? Archer would have been the one to point him in that direction. He should just give the guy his directions and then be done with it, but of course his conscience wouldn't allow that. Fuuuck.

"I know the place," Archer said, handing the note back. He didn't have to look too hard at the other to know he wasn't carrying a weapon on him. Archer had three, two concealed firearms and a knife in his boot. He made up his mind then, he was going with this guy. At least if the guy got jumped, Archer could help him out and it wouldn't look too off. He could use a number of excuses to his own higher ups, as well as the local gang bangers as to why he was there so really, he wasn't too worried about his own skin. He was more worried for the man before him. Someone didn't much care if the guy came out of this breathing with all of his limbs intact. "The entrance to the place is usually chained up, but I can get you in down through one of the side streets." That wasn't a lie, the docks were locked up tight at night. Archer looked at his watch. "Cutting it close, ain't yah?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrow. He pushed himself away from the building then, gesturing for the guy to follow him. "C'mon. It's like a ten minute walk."

ZAIN A. KHOURY
thanks evvie!
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