Desch Siyamak
========☠ BANDIT ☠ ========
"Things t'do, people t'see."
The crackle and pop of the mostly busted speaker was just enough to jar Desch out of his sleep. The sound of Kotare's voice coming over the loudspeaker was more than enough to make it to where the Bandit leader wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. The youth simply lay there, on his back, staring at the nylon of his tent, as the leader of the Techno Tyrants delivered his self-imposed monologue to the populace of the Wal-mart. Behind half closed lids, Desch rolled his eyes, hissing at the disembodied voice, even knowing full well that Kotare wouldn't hear him. Muttering curses and insults at the guy's voice though, was part of Desch's morning ritual, just as it was for Kotare to give him voice to curse at. The Tyrant did good work though, as the daily communications did no end of good when it came to keeping the organized chaos of Wal-mart running smoothly. Though he would never admit it to his face, or anyone's face for that matter, Desch knew Kotare ultimately had their best interests at heart, despite the superficial war between the three gangs.
"Yes, yes. We get it. You're veeeeery fancy." muttered the leader of the Butterfly Bandits, rolling onto his side and sitting up, throwing off blankets and pillows and beginning to get dressed. "But y'must not care that much, if y'still won't get your pale a** over here and fix the one damn speaker that sounds like it swallowed a ball of sandpaper, and then washed it down with some turpentine." It wasn't that Desch disliked having to wake up to Kotare's voice every day, it was something he had learned to gradually tune out over time. It was the fact that the one speaker that didn't work, was situated right above his tent, giving him a burst of static every time the self-proclaimed DJ spoke a word. Unzipping the door to his tent, Desch briefly wondered if the Fashion Fiends had a busted speaker too.
Stepping out of his nylon tent, Desch drew himself up to his full height, groaning loudly as he stretched out his body. Stringing up the boots on his feet, Desch shook the tired out of each leg in turn before maneuvering through the little tent city that was Bandit living space. Having access to the camping supplies and sporting goods gave the bandits their own miniature town compared to the Tyrants and Fiends. The entirety of the Home section had been modified to make space for the tents and homemade shelters of the Bandits. Giant shelving units had been painstakingly moved to create barricades, and even as much astro-turf as could be carried was moved to Home to look like the Bandits had a yard. The section's name was now as much a literal label as it was a description. The smell of a few enterprising Bandits cooking on looted gas grilles greeted Desch's nose, and he was looking forward to bacon and ham when he was done with his meeting. Making his way to a certain tent, Desch rapped the back of his hand against the nylon, calling to the girl inside. "I can only assumed that the fact that I was awoken by Kotare's ramblings as opposed to your elbow in my gut, that you're still in there. C'mon Chaeli, we got places t'go, with people t'see. Let's go!"
Desch was not dumb enough to wait around for his second to come out of her tent, limbs flailing and curses flying. Chaeli "Lil Slugger" Bothrin was not someone he wanted to anger this early in the day, even if they were on the same side. To that end, he simply made for the aisles of Wal-mart, making sure to pick up his bat along the way, along with two airsoft pistols. There was really no need to go so heavily or even armed at all (besides, Chaeli was enough of a weapon anyway), seeing as it was just a routine meeting. But, appearances had to be kept. Before he left, however, Desch tapped a hand to his hip, to make sure his ever-present key ring was where it needed to be. The Bandits had either found, or copied most of the keys to most anything around the store. but the only one that was kept on Desch's person at all times, was the key to the gun vault. Having access to the sports goods had meant that the Bandits were the only gang that had any actual lethal weapons to speak of. Pistols, shotguns, rifles, hunting knives all were in Bandits hands. Although Desch would never, and had likewise ordered his subordinates likewise, use actual weapons to tip the balance in favor of his gang, the simple knowledge of them was enough to deter the Tyrants and Fiends from getting too nasty, just like Kotare's gas spewing RC cars. At first, Desch and Chaeli had stowed them away under lock and key to keep them out of enemy hands, but by this point, they were the equivelant of a nuclear arsenal. The other two leaders knew he wouldn't use them, but that didn't stop the threats. As the Bandit leader meandered into the bakery, he stopped for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the assorted cups and sodas. "Soda, first thing in the day?" he asked, tapping his bat against his shoulder before taking a seat. He glared at Kotare for a moment before simply smiling and waving. The act only needed to be played upon when it was to be seen, after all. Or did it?! Setting his bat down and leaning it on his chair, Desch pulled out a badly battered piece of paper and lay it on the table, making a vain attempt at flattening it out. "That speaker in Home is still all kinds of busted." he said, leaning backwards and rocking on the rear two feet. There was no need to be bombastic and loud just yet. Between Kotare and Desch, there was always an unspoken agreement. Besides, without the Fiend leader to rile up, Desch's usual act would just be wasted words.