Name's Carlos Mendoza, and you better remember it. I'll be a big deal one day, the Boss says so!
[[SR2 Carlos RP blog.]]
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You have yet to see how big I’ve expanded this place. And hey, thanks.[ Andre finally stood up off the ground and helped Carlos up. Stretching out a bit, he look out towards his land and smiled. ]
Welp, you should get yourself some new digs. Not like we’re a street gang anymore.
A—Actually…I’ve been around for a few months, so I’ve done some exploring. I would have found you sooner, but…
/He trails off, accepting the help and standing as well. Carlos huffs softly, adjusting his hat and glancing down at his simple clothing. The idea that the Saints were some huge media phenomenon still didn’t sit well with him. He was old-fashioned./
…I’ve noticed.
/There’s a faint disdain in his tone./
I’m happy with my clothes though, Boss. I don’t think I’d fight well in a suit or anything.
Not like you need a suit. There’s a simplicity you can do in style. Hell, I do it sometimes. -laughs- Anyways, really don’t know what t’ do now.
Yeah, I guess…Still, I’m used to these duds, you know?
Yeah, I know. Still making you do it later when I’m not emotionally exhausted and hungry.
Heh, alright. Not like I can say no anyways, huh?
saintmendoza started following you
You have yet to see how big I’ve expanded this place. And hey, thanks.[ Andre finally stood up off the ground and helped Carlos up. Stretching out a bit, he look out towards his land and smiled. ]
Welp, you should get yourself some new digs. Not like we’re a street gang anymore.
A—Actually…I’ve been around for a few months, so I’ve done some exploring. I would have found you sooner, but…
/He trails off, accepting the help and standing as well. Carlos huffs softly, adjusting his hat and glancing down at his simple clothing. The idea that the Saints were some huge media phenomenon still didn’t sit well with him. He was old-fashioned./
…I’ve noticed.
/There’s a faint disdain in his tone./
I’m happy with my clothes though, Boss. I don’t think I’d fight well in a suit or anything.
Not like you need a suit. There’s a simplicity you can do in style. Hell, I do it sometimes. -laughs- Anyways, really don’t know what t’ do now.
Yeah, I guess…Still, I’m used to these duds, you know?
saintmendoza started following you
I — I know. Just..fuck. I never had to do something like that ever. And it felt so awful. Jesus, I really did look to you as family. I mean, I was a corrupt dick of a dude, but just..everything’s so lame and confusing right now.Honestly? Ever since that day I just tried desperately to not let anyone else die. -sighs- Thankfully that went well. Till well — Gat disappeared. But now he’s back and I guess that’s sort of a relief. -scratches his head-
I’ll let ya know, I gave that bitch hell for you.
Confusing…I know all about confusing these days, that’s for sure.
/He laughs meekly, but that forced smile eventually fades away./
T—Thanks, Boss. Jus’…
/The Saint lowers his head, shame finally getting the better of him. Not even a bullet to the head could snuff out this kid’s self esteem issues./
M’sorry for letting you down…
No. No, no, no, no. Don’t ever think about saying that. Ya didn’t let me down. Just — something really fucking bad happened. Okay? You here now, that’s what matters to all of us. I mean — shit, if there’s anyone here who knows what feeling like you’re disappointment is, it’s me. Think I’m probably the lamest boss ever considering I can be nice and junk. A gent. And just — all this crap. Not to mention I have clinical depression since I was a kid.
/Dark eyes flicker upwards, brows knitted together in disbelief. He didn’t—?/
B—But—! I fucked up! I let those bastards catch me and—
/Carlos bit his lip like an upset child, forcing down any other words of protest that dared to make themselves heard. Andre had forgiven him, and even though he didn’t believe he deserved it, he would accept it all the same. A weary sigh finally pushed through his lips as his shoulders slump in defeat./
Y—…You’re not lame, Boss. You may be the only Boss I’ve ever had, but I know you’re the best. You wouldn’t have managed to make an entire city-state of your own if you weren’t, eheh…
You have yet to see how big I’ve expanded this place. And hey, thanks.
[ Andre finally stood up off the ground and helped Carlos up. Stretching out a bit, he look out towards his land and smiled. ]
Welp, you should get yourself some new digs. Not like we’re a street gang anymore.
A—Actually…I’ve been around for a few months, so I’ve done some exploring. I would have found you sooner, but…
/He trails off, accepting the help and standing as well. Carlos huffs softly, adjusting his hat and glancing down at his simple clothing. The idea that the Saints were some huge media phenomenon still didn’t sit well with him. He was old-fashioned./
…I’ve noticed.
/There’s a faint disdain in his tone./
I’m happy with my clothes though, Boss. I don’t think I’d fight well in a suit or anything.
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I — I know. Just..fuck. I never had to do something like that ever. And it felt so awful. Jesus, I really did look to you as family. I mean, I was a corrupt dick of a dude, but just..everything’s so lame and confusing right now.Honestly? Ever since that day I just tried desperately to not let anyone else die. -sighs- Thankfully that went well. Till well — Gat disappeared. But now he’s back and I guess that’s sort of a relief. -scratches his head-
I’ll let ya know, I gave that bitch hell for you.
Confusing…I know all about confusing these days, that’s for sure.
/He laughs meekly, but that forced smile eventually fades away./
T—Thanks, Boss. Jus’…
/The Saint lowers his head, shame finally getting the better of him. Not even a bullet to the head could snuff out this kid’s self esteem issues./
M’sorry for letting you down…
No. No, no, no, no. Don’t ever think about saying that. Ya didn’t let me down. Just — something really fucking bad happened. Okay? You here now, that’s what matters to all of us. I mean — shit, if there’s anyone here who knows what feeling like you’re disappointment is, it’s me. Think I’m probably the lamest boss ever considering I can be nice and junk. A gent. And just — all this crap. Not to mention I have clinical depression since I was a kid.
/Dark eyes flicker upwards, brows knitted together in disbelief. He didn’t—?/
B—But—! I fucked up! I let those bastards catch me and—
/Carlos bit his lip like an upset child, forcing down any other words of protest that dared to make themselves heard. Andre had forgiven him, and even though he didn’t believe he deserved it, he would accept it all the same. A weary sigh finally pushed through his lips as his shoulders slump in defeat./
Y—…You’re not lame, Boss. You may be the only Boss I’ve ever had, but I know you’re the best. You wouldn’t have managed to make an entire city-state of your own if you weren’t, eheh…
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…Carlos.
[ Bad memories came flooding back to the guy so quickly. The whole ordeal was still a nightmare to him. Tracking him down, chasing after the truck, and then..that whole terrible thing. Andre honestly didn’t know how to feel. There was a lingering sickness in his stomach, yet he wanted to be happy so desperately. It was all so confusing. All he could really do was slowly slump to the ground, wondering if this was some cruel joke. ]
/The man in question stopped cold in his tracks and simply…Stared. He had been hanging around the main Steelport HQ for a few months, but other than bickering back-and-forth with Johnny occasionally he’d been laying low. It had occured to him a few times that he hadn’t seen the Boss around, but he knew Andre was busy and didn’t think anything of it.
Now that he was face-to-face with his superior, though, he didn’t know how to react.
On one hand, the guy had shot him in the head…But on the other it was to try and put him out of an agony the young man prayed he would never have to experience again, so he harbored no ill will./
…Hey, Boss.
I’m….just….. Jesus Christ I am so sorry….
[ For all he knew, this was probably the first and only time Carlos would see him like this. His expression was of a man who was so broken, so tired and exhausted, and just in so much pain. It really hit you inside if you understood it all. He just sat there, trying to process all of this and desperately attempting not to just break down.
He was the leader of a massive criminal organization; he couldn’t let these guys seem get so sad. But it was difficult, so insanely horribly and painful. ]
/Carlos’ expression fell in an instant. A strange mixture of confusion and guilt twisted his features as he stepped forward to tentatively lay a hand upon the other’s shoulder. Andre had only done what he should have, and he was thankful for it. Had the other man not pulled that trigger…Who knew what the Lieutenant would have gone through.
There was some sort of heavy weight settled in his gut now. A sickening feeling of guilt and failure that made his stomach lurch. If only he hadn’t gotten captured…The Boss wouldn’t be going through this right now.
He forced himself to smile through the turmoil playing on his face and squeezed lightly./
Hey, hey—
You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Boss.
I — I know. Just..fuck. I never had to do something like that ever. And it felt so awful. Jesus, I really did look to you as family. I mean, I was a corrupt dick of a dude, but just..everything’s so lame and confusing right now.
Honestly? Ever since that day I just tried desperately to not let anyone else die. -sighs- Thankfully that went well. Till well — Gat disappeared. But now he’s back and I guess that’s sort of a relief. -scratches his head-
I’ll let ya know, I gave that bitch hell for you.
Confusing…I know all about confusing these days, that’s for sure.
/He laughs meekly, but that forced smile eventually fades away./
T—Thanks, Boss. Jus’…
/The Saint lowers his head, shame finally getting the better of him. Not even a bullet to the head could snuff out this kid’s self esteem issues./
M’sorry for letting you down…
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…Carlos.
[ Bad memories came flooding back to the guy so quickly. The whole ordeal was still a nightmare to him. Tracking him down, chasing after the truck, and then..that whole terrible thing. Andre honestly didn’t know how to feel. There was a lingering sickness in his stomach, yet he wanted to be happy so desperately. It was all so confusing. All he could really do was slowly slump to the ground, wondering if this was some cruel joke. ]
/The man in question stopped cold in his tracks and simply…Stared. He had been hanging around the main Steelport HQ for a few months, but other than bickering back-and-forth with Johnny occasionally he’d been laying low. It had occured to him a few times that he hadn’t seen the Boss around, but he knew Andre was busy and didn’t think anything of it.
Now that he was face-to-face with his superior, though, he didn’t know how to react.
On one hand, the guy had shot him in the head…But on the other it was to try and put him out of an agony the young man prayed he would never have to experience again, so he harbored no ill will./
…Hey, Boss.
I’m….just….. Jesus Christ I am so sorry….
[ For all he knew, this was probably the first and only time Carlos would see him like this. His expression was of a man who was so broken, so tired and exhausted, and just in so much pain. It really hit you inside if you understood it all. He just sat there, trying to process all of this and desperately attempting not to just break down.
He was the leader of a massive criminal organization; he couldn’t let these guys seem get so sad. But it was difficult, so insanely horribly and painful. ]
/Carlos’ expression fell in an instant. A strange mixture of confusion and guilt twisted his features as he stepped forward to tentatively lay a hand upon the other’s shoulder. Andre had only done what he should have, and he was thankful for it. Had the other man not pulled that trigger…Who knew what the Lieutenant would have gone through.
There was some sort of heavy weight settling in his gut now. A sickening feeling of guilt and failure that made his stomach lurch. If only he hadn’t gotten captured…The Boss wouldn’t be going through this right now.
He forced himself to smile through the turmoil playing on his face and squeezed lightly./
Hey, hey—
You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Boss.
saintmendoza started following you
…Carlos.
[ Bad memories came flooding back to the guy so quickly. The whole ordeal was still a nightmare to him. Tracking him down, chasing after the truck, and then..that whole terrible thing. Andre honestly didn’t know how to feel. There was a lingering sickness in his stomach, yet he wanted to be happy so desperately. It was all so confusing. All he could really do was slowly slump to the ground, wondering if this was some cruel joke. ]
/The man in question stopped cold in his tracks and simply…Stared. He had been hanging around the main Steelport HQ for a few months, but other than bickering back-and-forth with Johnny occasionally he’d been laying low. It had occured to him a few times that he hadn’t seen the Boss around, but he knew Andre was busy and didn’t think anything of it.
Now that he was face-to-face with his superior, though, he didn’t know how to react.
On one hand, the guy had shot him in the head…But on the other it was to try and put him out of an agony the young man prayed he would never have to experience again, so he harbored no ill will./
…Hey, Boss.
Right back at ya!
/Glad to finally be interacting with someone who wasn’t going to pick at him for every little thing, Carlos held out a hand./
Nothin’ much! Don’t think I’ve seen around before though, uh..?
*She takes his hand, and gives it a firm shake.*
Sam. Or Aria. Or whatever other alias you want to call me by. They all work.
You probably haven’t seen me before because I work primarily out of the Nuclear Plant HQ. Don’t spend a lot of time in the center of town.
/The young man grins, shaking back before drawing his hand away. He fidgets with his hat out of habit a tiny bit and nods./
Right, Sam…That would explain it.
/He rubs the back of his neck, laughing a little nervously./
I, uh…Stick around the main HQ, myself. I’m not too used to Steelport just yet, eheh.
/He had no excuse, really. It had been months since he had woken up. The Saint attributed it to a—surely temporary—skittishness that was plaguing him./
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Carlos Mendoza, huh? Always nice to meet another Saint, I suppose. What’s up?
Right back at ya!
/Glad to finally be interacting with someone who wasn’t going to pick at him for every little thing, Carlos held out a hand./
Nothin’ much! Don’t think I’ve seen around before though, uh..?
FYI, Johnny, you’re the onlyperson who bitches about my hat! It’s like you’re fixated on it or something!/Carlos tilts his head downwards just slightly, but keeps up the “tough” front as best he can. Despite this, he talks kind of off to the side, rather than directly at the other man./
Gimme one good reason why I should waste my time with a jackass like you, and I’ll think about it.
**Folds his arms, mimicking the younger’s head tilt in a matter-of-factly kinda way while a smirk grows.**
You got anything else better to do?
No, but I could probably think of something…
/He’s practically mumbling by now./
Fine. You don’t want to come I won’t make you. More Freckle Bitch’s and car debris for me, anyway~
………..
/Huffs loudly, throwing his hands up in exasperation./
Fine! ’Least I get to see you make an ass of yourself. More than usual, that is.
