Her Father's old friend. [Me x ProtagonistRP

[Lagertha]

Her whole life she had been bouncing between her parents homes in different states. At a young age her parents had separated, and when they had first split Robin was sent to live with her mother. At first her mother was able to take care of herself and the baby Robin, but as days, weeks, and months started to pass taking care of a baby started to become too much. She was juggling too many things, parties, taking care of an apartment, dating, working, a baby and after the months passed her mother got in with the wrong crowd. Her father had been fighting with her mother since her mother had left over Robin. Her father was just waiting for her mother to slip, to go back to her old ways, and it didn't take long for it to happen.

By the time Robin was one, her mother was dating a new man. The new man, was influencing her mother in bad ways. Coke, Meth, LSD, any type of drugs the man could get his hands on he was dishing the drugs to her mother. Her mother was back to her old ways and despite, the father could not really prove her actions had gone back to their old ways.

When Robin was five, her mother had done a lot to neglect her. Staying up all night partying, forgetting to feed her child, not washing her clothes. Only a few days before she was bound to go visit her father in Connecticut, her mother over dosed on prescription drugs she had stolen from a co-worker. Her father, getting wind of what had happened, easily sought custody over Robin and took her away from her drug addict mother. Ever since then, Robin has lived quietly with her father growing up.

Her life was pretty simple with her father. They lived in a two story house. The first story was full of the living room, kitchen, a bathroom. The second story had a work room, her father's office and two bedrooms. The basement? A bedroom, a large living room, and a bar. Her grandfather, her mother's dad, had been nice enough to help her father find a better house when Robin had moved in with her father. Her grandfather tried his best to help them pay for the house every month, but ultimately it was her father's responsibility. When Robin turned 15, she was working as much as she could to help her father pay for things. On Robin's 16 year, she was getting the hang of living with her father, going to school and working. Her father had agreed to give her more space, letting her take residence in the basement and taking control of the room down there. Though of course her father locked up the beer.

It was Robin had just turned 17 that everything in her life with her father started to shift. She had just finished working at the grocery store, her friend Amber was driving her home. She did not think twice when she went to the door, adjusting her jacket and fiddling around in her purse as she unlocked the front door and walked inside. She set down her book bag at the door, put her purse on the table by the door and moved to the kitchen to get something to eat before moving to the basement door to go downstairs.

 

[ProtagonistRP]

Life for Rocco hadn't been much better. When Rocco was a kid he'd spent his childhood bouncing from foster home to foster home. His mother had been some hooker on the street, and his father had been locked up in jail most of the kid's life. It was no wonder that once he was 16 he'd turned to a life on the streets. What had started as just some street hustling to make a buck turned into boosting cars, and then by the time he was 21 he was into so many illegal activities who could count. As a kid he'd done a few stints in Juvenile Hall, but never any major time. That came later.

When Rocco was 30 he met Tony at a bar. Tony was a decent guy looking to make a buck, and Rocco liked him. So Rocco introduced him to the boss, and together they started working jobs together. Things were great for the first 4 years, but then it happened. Tony made a mistake, and got himself pinched for some stupid little job they pulled together. At the time Tony had just gotten his girlfriend pregnant and Rocco knew that he couldn't let his best friend go to jail. So he took the fall. Rocco spent the next 5 years doing time for Tony's mess. But Rocco never complained. Tony was his best friend, and he would have taken a bullet for anyone who was a loyal friend.

Thankfully, Rocco didn't do too badly behind bars. He was an upstanding inmate who worked the kitchen and got along with most everybody. He was smart and charismatic, making friends with guards and inmates alike. So it was no wonder that after only 5 years they decided to give him parole. It should have been Rocco's greatest day, but all he kept wondering was what was next. What would he do? Where would he go? Who would hire someone like him? Would he have to go back to his old life? He didn't know. But he knew one thing. He could count on Tony to help.

So of course when he told Tony that he was getting paroled Tony offered him a place to stay till he got himself on his feet. Tony had a basement that was perfect for someone like Rocco. It had a private entrance, it was sound proof. He'd have plenty of privacy. Rocco had been relaxing down in the basement when Robin got home. He didn't hear her as she made her way downstairs. He was laying on the couch watching some TV in just a pair of basketball shorts. His upper body fully exposed. It had been so long since he'd watched TV, and he was enjoying it, even though all his favorite shows were now gone.

 

[Lagertha]

When she had opened the door, the TV from downstairs had lifted up the stairs to her ears. Robin made a weird face, peach in her mouth as she started going down the steps. Did she leave the TV on all day again while she was out at school? Maybe her father was downstairs again drinking, but that would be strange. His car had not been in the driveway when she had gotten home.

Slowly and cautiously she made her way down the steps. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. The couch would have it's back to the stairs, the TV would be in view when she got halfway down. At first she didn't see him as she got to the bottom and opened the door to the bedroom. After all, Robin had claimed the downstairs when she had turned 15 and started dating. Tired of the constant watch of her father when she brought home boys to hang out and watch movies with. When Robin got into her room there were bags on the ground, opened and she raised a brow. Men's clothes seemed to be thrown on the floor and Robin screamed. She hated messy rooms and mens clothing in her room?! She was damn pissed. Was her father stashing his extra shit in her room or was someone in the family visiting.

Robin went out to the living room, she did not notice him when she grabbed the remote off the couch and turned off the TV. She was in short shorts, a tank top with a push up bra and boots, made working easy. When she turned to set down the remote she jumped, startled dropping her peach on the ground. "Who the fuck are you?!" Robin screamed.