[align=center] A light whistling carried in the air, casual and carefree in nature. Lips pursed and lungs exhaled more strongly as to create varying pitches; a melody was obviously trying to be created.
A serene scene unfolds ahead of the whistling -- a young man standing on the edge of one of the Badlands' harbor docks. Donning boots, jeans, and a brown leather jacket, he stands with his feet firmly planted on the boards and his hands firmly grasping a fishing pole. He's waiting for something, anything to tug on the end of the line. Despite trekking out here in the early morning with the hopes of catching some lunch, he didn't seem to be having much luck in this particular spot. Maybe he would move if his attempts weren't fruitful.
His name is only known as Mutt. The young man, in his early twenties, had shown up at the border a few days prior in the hopes of finding a place to kick back and bask in paradise. He is aware that a gang holds control over these streets and that he is technically "under their roof" as a "prospective" member. He supposes that he doesn't really have anything to lose by joining their ranks... if they accept him fully. Mutt is pretty much willing to do anything; morals are a gray area for him.
Until he is considered a full member, however, he isn't given much to do. Therefore, Mutt was passing the time by standing out on the edge of the water and taking in the scenery of the blue ocean. He had grown up as a mountain person himself, but he had always wanted to see the big blue. This was more than he had expected.
[align=center] " BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS "
[i]— mutt . prospective of the badlands . click for storage
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
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The man frowned as he strode along the beach. He wasn't sure what he was doing here, he was often drawn to the water, especially after he'd been "moved" to the hotel instead of his little shack, falling apart as it was. It was still home, well was home. His eyes fell upon the solitary figure of Mutt, and an eyebrow quirked upwards. Stopping a yard or so away from the other man, Mike turned his face to the water, and looked out wistfully.
If only he could sail far away from here, but that was a pipedream, he sighed softly, turning his attention to Mutt. Most of the Badlands probably knew of his outburst at Teddy, he knew it was whispered about. Hell some people probably wondered why he gave up power to begin with. He sighed softly, he wasn't a big fan of power, especially holding it... he didn't want to lead, didn't like to lead, and so had passed off the mantle to the first people who'd come along.
A mistake. "'ello." Wasn't he chatty today, a single word and he couldn't be bothered to enunciate the beginning, so probably not even an entire word said. Mike showed his emotions with his actions more than he did with words, he wasn't all that great at talking, never had been. He could make passing insults, but that was it.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
02-16-2021, 03:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2021, 10:33 PM by TEDDY..)
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]The best part about having a bedroom that looked out onto the beach was the morning sunrise. Sat out on the deck with a coffee in hand, it made early mornings all the more bearable for the self-confessed night owl in Teddy. But, despite his desire to sleep-in most days, today he could not deny the joy of getting to watch the way the colours in the sky dissolved into a cloudless blue. After his coffee was finished, Teddy would walk the beach barefooted in order to make the most of the fresh morning breeze, instead stumbling upon the newcomer with Mike out on the pier.
He only hoped Mike had kept his mouth shut this time, not urging any people to beware of the Big Three or, better yet, run whilst they still could. Teddy could barely trust Mike these days, especially around the new guys. After all, Mike had a habit of being consistently inept at keeping his damn mouth shut. He sauntered comfortably over towards Mutt, clearly unable to give Mike the time of day as he then hummed with curiosity.
❝ Let me take you out on the yacht one day. Out there, there’s a great place that’s perfect for fishing. An abundance of fish; I bet it's a reef just swarming with sea life. Al bacio. ❞ He ostentatiously presented a chef’s kiss to emphasise his point, gazing out into the horizon before swivelling back to peer over to Mutt once more. Teddy wasn’t sure how the new guy would take to Teddy’s nonchalant acts of generosity; it wasn’t as if he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart. Instead, Teddy had it all and what better than to make everyone aware of such a fact?
Lip curling with thought, Teddy then wagged a finger Mutt’s way half-lidded eyes slyly flitting over to glance at Mike for a moment before looking back towards Mutt again. ❝ Ya know, let’s do it. Once you’re fully initiated that is. Ya plan on sticking around these parts, don’t cha? ❞ He pried, brow quirking as he wandered closer towards Mutt. Teddy wasn’t a man to give things out for free — people gotta earn his benevolence.
Take old Mike over here; he got on the wrong side of Teddy and now he was a prisoner in his own home. If only he’d kept his hands and snarky words to himself, then maybe Teddy would’ve offered the same subsidy for Mike’s own benefit. They could’ve been on good terms — Mike could’ve gotten whatever he wanted if he’d just stayed in his lane — instead, all he’d get was a life of punishment and Teddy would be sure to see it through. He sure hoped that no one else would have the suffer the same fate.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"] ✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .
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