ROONEY, flynn nolan

[flynn nolan rooney]

VALKYRIECALIFORNIA

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FLYNN NOLAN ROONEY
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INTO THE NIGHT
DESPERATE AND BROKEN
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SO, TELL ME. WHAT'S YOUR FULL NAME?

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"Flynn Nolan Rooney, love. I’m sure you’ve heard of me."

AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?

"Twenty three years young, gorgeous."

WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?

"I’m a professional dancer. And some stuff on the side."

YOU SEEING ANYONE, OR ARE YOU SINGLE?

"Right now? Very, very single.”

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THE SOUND OF A FIGHT
FATHER HAS SPOKEN
THE PERSONALITY

IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN SEVEN WORDS WHAT WOULD THEY BE?

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"Oh c’mon, love. I’m sure you want to know much more than a mere seven words. No? Well then; lovable, goofy, sexy, dangerous, hilarious, fun, and witty."

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DO YOU LIKE?

"Alright, well I love home-cooked meals, my family, dancing, the sun, warm weather, guns, shooting, screwing with people, hunting, camping, my ukulele, money, feisty women, alcohol, cake, being well informed, winning, having the better comeback, good jokes, thunderstorms, horses, boats, and uh, knives."

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DON'T YOU LIKE?

" Sticks in the mud, pointless drama, overreactions, wind, silence, slowness, violins, rumors, irrational assumptions, men who don’t have the nads to live up to their mistakes, cooking, rancid stenches, southern accents, france, being forced into something, ultimatums, and sketchy stories."

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY WERE YOUR STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES?

"Well for strengths, I’m quick on my feet in multiple senses of the word. I may not look to be the buffest guy around, but I’m pretty strong. I’ve also been called rational, but only on the job. I see all the loop holes through the closed doors. Oh, and I’m real loyal. Like a guard dog or somethin’. I guess being famous is sort of a weakness because of my other job, but I’m quite clever, and it works to my advantage. My other job in general is a weakness, involves a lot of secrecy which I’ve never been good at. My family could be considered a weakness, I’d do anything for them."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?

"Well, yeah, honey. But I’m not telling you. Aw, all right, I’m kinda a member of the Irish mob. What, you think I’m joking?"

WHAT ARE YOU MOST SCARED OF?

"Nothing really, I mean, there’s people I care about, and I’d die in order to make sure they’re safe. I guess intense torture scares me, but I think it scares most people."

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WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
THE HISTORY

TELL ME A LITTLE OF WHAT YOUR FAMILY IS LIKE?

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"Oh my family? We’re like the party capitol of the world. We know how to have our fun, but ya know, we also know how to get the job done. My sister and brothers and me always were pretty well treated, I don’t remember any traumatic experiences. We’ve all been a part of the family business, and it brings us closer together, I’d think."

WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?

"Mum’s name is Ariel Jane Rooney. She’s about forty-five, and then damn near sweetest woman you’ll ever meet. She cooks, a lot. Dad’s name is Jude Skylar Rooney, and he’s around forty-seven."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?

"Two older brothers at twenty-five, they’re twins, Thayne Ian and Alexx Samuel. I have another brother who is a year younger named Ronald Jonah Rooney. Then there’s Robert “Robbie” James, twenty-one, Thomas “Tommie” George, twenty, and Harry Arthur, at nineteen. We’re all fairly close in age."

ANY OTHER RELATIVES CLOSE TO YOU?

"Tons, cousins, aunts uncles, but you’re crazy if you think I’m going to name them all off."

TELL ME THE STORY OF YOUR PAST?

"It all began in Dublin, Ireland. The Irish mob has been around for years, who knows how long. If we’re interested in history and record-keeping, I’m definitely not the one to ask. But anyway, we’ve always been there, spread throughout the nation, secretly at work. Some, actually a lot, would say we’re not as competent as the Russians or Italians, but that’s because we’re not the crazy trigger happy idiots that all of them are. Us Irish are the ones you’d want to be friends with. This really isn’t my history though, so let’s move on. So the Irish mob has always been around, and Dublin being the capitol, well, its only natural that its where quite a few of us are. It was where my dad was born, his father, and his father before him. We Rooney’s were always part of the mob, like a legacy. We’re no top dogs on the totem pole though, more like lap dogs, but it’s different for us. It doesn’t mean we’re looked down upon; we just don’t handle the heavy stuff, which I don’t really understand, because I’ve seen pretty heavy things. Oh Jesus, sorry, I’m just going to confused the snot out of you. I’m really not the best person to explain all this technicality bullshit. Let’s just start with my parents.

Quaint little Limerick, the picturesque paradise. Well, Jude Rooney had had some business in Ireland, back in the days when his hair was still the right color. He’d been on a job, and there was an allying family set in Limerick, the Gallagher’s, and well, they were going to go get their hands dirty. The particular fellow my father had been set up to work with happened to be the father of a young woman, red hair, freckles, the epitome of Irish stereotypes, and from the way my father perceives the story, it was love at first sight. My mother says all she saw was a dirty young man who was just another mouth to feed. Either way, somehow that dirty scoundrel managed to win her heart, and luckily for him Mr. Gallagher had taken quite a liking to my pa, and so he was gun-ho for a marriage. So they got married, and Ariel moved to Dublin with my father where they purchased a two story building, quite large, with a smaller establishment in the backyard that had a few extra bedrooms and another kitchen. Well anyway, my mother opened up a homey bar on the first floor. She’d always been the cooking type, and well, men liked their alcohol, but she’d always been a little against calling it a bar. For a while it’d been a place that locals only would hang out, but as soon as the rest of those mobbers had a taste of mum’s food, it sort of became like the official hangout for our mafia members. Locals still show up, blissfully unaware, but that’s beside the point. It’s a nice place, and my mother loved feeding the folks. Even women would stop by, usually to eat and chat, but my mother being the maternal soul she is attracted even the younger women, like the my sort of young women. They’d come around asking for advice because they didn’t want to tell their own mothers. My mother was like the neighborhood mother, ha, and I love her for it.

So the first to come along were my brothers, twins, Thayne and Alexx. My parents had expected them to the by only two children they’d have, though my mum always wanted a girl. But anyway, I hear life was good when it was just the two of them, but I doubt it was so amazing until a couple years later when I came along. That was when our little upstairs coziness began getting a little too cozy. We got over it though, that is until dearest Ronald was born, then Robert, Thomas, and Harry. Yes, seven boys, you can imagine how crowded it got. My parents actually moved us all into the back house, and we lived there sort of separately from them, which I’m sure they loved. It gave them the first quiet time they’d ever had, except the baby newest baby always stayed with them until they were around five, they you were old enough to move to the out-house, no pun intended. We lived in a sty, and only on occasion would my mother come out and force a purge of the filth. It was a good childhood, really. I love my brothers to death, though Thayne and Alexx were always thinking they were the kings, bossing us around because they were the oldest. The teenage years were the best because then we would actually fight. Poor mum, I’m sure we gave her a few heart attacks.

So as a kid I went to school, I had mud fights with the brothers, I went exploring, half the time we ran around looking like street urchins though we were pretty well-off financially. My mum refused to have us indoctrinated into the mob, as she’d called it, so we were normal, happy children. Pops would come home at night, and we were like a typical family. I remember we would always play games out in the street, hit the ball with a stick, soccer, scare the girls, see how many coins we could pickpocket before getting caught. We were the resident terrorists, those Rooney boys. Nobody really paid us much mind though, probably because they adored my mother so much. And you have to admit, love, we’ve all got good looks, so as children I’m sure you can imagine how adorable we were. We could walk into some stores and people would feed us or gives us treats. It was fun, I loved my childhood. No sob stories, not really, I don’t remember ever being unhappy. Even through my adolescence, I don’t remember being unhappy, though things sure did get more tense, scarier, ya know?

So when I’d started my teenage years in school, that’s also when I’d been adopted into the family business, and I’m not talking about my mom’s little bunker of deliciousness. Thayne and Alexx had already been in it for a couple years, and they loved the business, or so they advertised, I guess you never really know what somebody is thinking. Pops took me into it though, and I started going on trips with he and the other two. I learned stuff, stuff most people don’t, most people shouldn’t have to. I’ve even done some things that, well I wouldn’t say I’m ashamed of them, I’m not against them either, it’s just, well I did things you’d normally think a teenager shouldn’t do. No regrets though, right? So yeah, I remember one time specifically, we were on a job, crashing a drug deal for some guy who didn’t pay us his debts, and things got real messy. Somehow Alexx had gotten knocked out and I ended up having to shoot the guy who’d done it because, well that was my brother, otherwise he would have been killed. That was the first time I’d killed a man, and it surprisingly didn’t haunt me like I’d been told it might. It was just a fact, something I’d done, and something I’d have to do again. I know that sounds bad, but love, can you really blame me? I was raised into this life. It’s what I was born, and in some ways, bred, to do. My brothers are all the same. It’s not like I go out looking for people to shoot, but I can’t help it if I have to. They’re bad people too, we’re all just different levels of bad, I like to think. But I’m getting off topic again, we’re not here for a lesson on morals.

Oh the other side of my life, since I was living a double one, school was going well, good even. I had the grades, I was pretty smooth with the ladies, I mean, us Rooney’s had like a legacy of having superhuman good looks. I went to parties on the nights I could, I did the typical teenage boy things to do. Nothing special. But I’m sure you’re wondering how I got into dancing, so let’s skip to it. My cousin, Shelby, who really is the only female family member I’m close to besides my mother, is a dancer, or at least she was in high school. Extra-curricular junk and stuff. I remember she was so serious about it too. She always hung out with us boys, and she’d rave about her next competition, but then again, she raved about a lot of things we all pretended to care about. Anyway, Shelby was always closest to me, we hung out a lot and everything, and one day she came to me in a panicked frenzy, something about her dance partner breaking his ankle, and started begging me to help her because she simply couldn’t find anybody else. Well, at the time I was totally against dancing, that wouldn’t have been the manly thing to do. She was pissed, as I’m sure you can guess, and ran to my mother. Well, good ole mum forced me to help her out, but I got over my negativity. I’ve always had a soft spot for a damsel in distress. So I began practicing with her, like way more than I would ever ever want to, because it was so short notice. She was surprised with my progress, and I realized I had a knack for it, which was a shock. We actually got first place in that competition, or she did. So then Shelby started making me her permanent dance partner, and I never really objected. You can imagine how my brothers handled the situation, the teasing and taunting they did, but I was long past caring. I actually liked it, and when I danced with girls who weren’t Shelby, well I got to get up close and personal. Now what type of man doesn’t enjoy that? So that was how my life continued on until I was about eighteen and graduating.

I was performing in a regional dance competition, and this woman approached me afterwards, handing me a fancy card and pamphlet, asking if I’d like to join her company. I was shocked, and really tempted to accept her offer because Shelby was going off to college and that would really be the end of my dancing career. I politely declined because of the mob. I couldn’t turn my back on it. The woman told me to think it over the next few days and to call her. I went home and talked to my folks about it, and my dad took it to a higher power, or well, higher up mob family boss man guy. Well, it turned out they all saw it as a good opportunity, all the traveling could land me in places where I had jobs to do, I’d be spending a lot of time in New York, where they figured I could sort of keep tabs on the branch of the mob there, and I would be the prime specimen for smuggling since really, I could get away with it if I were a famous dancer. So I called the woman back, accepted her offer, and that was the beginning of a new chapter of my life. I moved out of the house and began traveling; I lived in New York for a while, usually traveling around the east coast, Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, and more. I carried out my mafia duties on the side, always returning to Dublin. I was living two lives I loved, something people rarely ever got to do. I’ve been keeping up the act lately, or that is until this earthquake happened. Carly Sutton, yes I know you’ve heard of her, had been my dance partner quite recently. We traveled together, lived together, all that good stuff. She became one of my best friends, like the Shelby of my modern life, I guess you could say. I always wanted a sister, anyway. But moving on, this earthquake happened in Valkyrie, California, and she skedaddled back since I guess it’s her home town. I went back to Ireland, and they decided to send me to Valkyrie too, mostly to investigate all the mob activity their now, but they’d also planned on setting up their own division. So, here I am.

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MAYBE THE CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
THE EARTHQUAKE

SO, YOU KNOW THE EARTHQUAKE THAT OCCURRED ON JANUARY 7TH, 2012?

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”Only because Carly informed me."

WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY OF THE EARTHQUAKE? WHAT DID YOU DO?

"I was in New York, waiting for when my plane left for Ireland."

DID YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT WAS AFFECTED BY THE EARTHQUAKE?

"Not really, I’m kind of new."

WELL, THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO TALK TO ME. HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE REST OF YOUR DAY.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

WE STOLE OUR NEW LIVES
THROUGH BLOOD AND PAIN
THE ROLEPLAYER

NAME becca.
AGE baby.
RP EXPERIENCE grandma.
FACE CLAIM Xavier Samuel.
MEMBER GROUP citizen.
RP SAMPLE

and i was like “baby, baby, baby, oh!”

credit format by lainey, lyrics by 30 seconds to mars

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[RUBY !]