A YOUNG BOY -- private
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A YOUNG BOY -- private
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06-15-2017, 02:15 PM
The male was loitering around the badlands again, although this time he was hoping not to run into mettaton. He wasn't a big fan of the male, he just seemed a little too....perky for him. Taking out a cigarette, he lit it and stared out over the territory.
06-15-2017, 02:31 PM
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u rock !
| [align=center] duncan didn't tend to stay in one place for long; he was searching for his brother, and time was running out rather quickly. He didn't have months to find tommy--his younger brother was alone, and on their own, people died easily out there. It was simply a matter of chance that Duncan had found shelter with the badlands after injuring his leg, because if they hadn't taken him in he'd likely be dead by now. Two weeks was a long time when you had a bad leg, and even longer when you had a bad leg and were traveling by yourself. Sure, he could hold his own in a fair fight, but most fights out there weren't fair. It was a matter of survival of the fittest, and instead of banding together to work things out, the majority of humanity had split apart and begun fighting each other for supplies, creating the need to be a part of a small group for protection. That was why the brunet was surprised to see the other male just standing around. He didn't recognize the other as a fellow member of the badlands, but Duncan hadn't met everyone in the badlands yet, so he may be a member he just hadn't met yet--but for some reason that was doubtful. "hey, what are you doing?" he called out as he limped over closer to the stranger, adjusting his beanie over his curly hair. [align=center]
[b][i]don't you know i'm tired
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06-15-2017, 03:01 PM
"Nothin'." He'd mutter before examining the kid. Blowing a puff of smoke away from duncan, he'd ask, "I c'n ask the same t' you."
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