There's no bullet coming for his head. There's no future of being tortured by Black Badge to see if they can find out what makes him tick. There's also no Willa left either so it's the twisted and fucked up good with the bad.
Or maybe the bullet had struck him and Hell had changed a whole fucking lot since the last time he'd been there. If this is Hell though, he's not sure he's in such a hurry for Wynonna to see her death and free him again.
Kicking back in the seat by the window, he stretches his legs out across the other seats with a contented sigh. As far as he's concerned, mark or not, this isn't so bad. He looks up, catching someone looking his way.
"What?"
[ It's The Little Things ]
Sell yourself. He should have known that this place was going to push them into shit like that sooner than later. What's the point of marking others as slaves and telling them to find an owner if not to make sure they know how to sell themselves.
He's really not trying.
The mat is laid out, the candles are lit, and he's toying with one of them. Slowly twisting it in circles to evenly melt down the wax to have a puddle of wax around the wick. Sitting cross legged on the floor, more caught up playing with the wax than he is in setting a mood.
Glancing up as someone walks by, giving a broad, rather wild looking smile.
"Looking to play?"
What his idea of play might be is not something others might enjoy given that smile.
[ The Duplicitous Life ]
Bobo got snagged by someone giving him a microphone and a quick lesson in how to use it. He looks at them, eyes going wide as he looks down at himself in his heavy fur coat, heavy boots, and silver rings on all his fingers that makes him look more like a wild west pimp than it does a reporter.
When they tell him what they want though, he laughs and heads out to get some reactions. Errr, interviews.
"What's the dirtiest, sexiest thing anyone has ever said to you?" "What's the hottest thing you ever wore and what reaction did it get you?" "Describe your hottest sex dream in detail?"
He randomly picks people, asking questions usually without introductions.
[ Wildcard ]
(ooc: open to Bobo around the city, especially in the Down. if wanting a specific starter, pm or ping me at mythotica with ideas/thoughts.)
Bobo Del Rey | Wynonna Earp | Submissive
There's no bullet coming for his head. There's no future of being tortured by Black Badge to see if they can find out what makes him tick. There's also no Willa left either so it's the twisted and fucked up good with the bad.
Or maybe the bullet had struck him and Hell had changed a whole fucking lot since the last time he'd been there. If this is Hell though, he's not sure he's in such a hurry for Wynonna to see her death and free him again.
Kicking back in the seat by the window, he stretches his legs out across the other seats with a contented sigh. As far as he's concerned, mark or not, this isn't so bad. He looks up, catching someone looking his way.
"What?"
[ It's The Little Things ]
Sell yourself. He should have known that this place was going to push them into shit like that sooner than later. What's the point of marking others as slaves and telling them to find an owner if not to make sure they know how to sell themselves.
He's really not trying.
The mat is laid out, the candles are lit, and he's toying with one of them. Slowly twisting it in circles to evenly melt down the wax to have a puddle of wax around the wick. Sitting cross legged on the floor, more caught up playing with the wax than he is in setting a mood.
Glancing up as someone walks by, giving a broad, rather wild looking smile.
"Looking to play?"
What his idea of play might be is not something others might enjoy given that smile.
[ The Duplicitous Life ]
Bobo got snagged by someone giving him a microphone and a quick lesson in how to use it. He looks at them, eyes going wide as he looks down at himself in his heavy fur coat, heavy boots, and silver rings on all his fingers that makes him look more like a wild west pimp than it does a reporter.
When they tell him what they want though, he laughs and heads out to get some reactions. Errr, interviews.
"What's the dirtiest, sexiest thing anyone has ever said to you?"
"What's the hottest thing you ever wore and what reaction did it get you?"
"Describe your hottest sex dream in detail?"
He randomly picks people, asking questions usually without introductions.
[ Wildcard ]
(ooc: open to Bobo around the city, especially in the Down. if wanting a specific starter, pm or ping me at