Username:
Mute Black Sheep

Posting Frequency: Heavy heavy heavy
Access Ability:
Ehhhh quote me. I forget and give me a good quick if I don't move after a while. I may be sleeping.... or dead.

Genre Preferences: Anything. It has expanded immensely (I blame Kiwi for like 90% of this s**t ♥)
Preferred Play Style:
Anything.

Rp Skill Sample: Gage went in for another punch, his fist stopped and clenched painfully in the large hand. The assassin glared and literally growled at Rhys through clenched teeth. He didn't even see the fist coming towards his face. It made contact with his jaw, seeing stars as he began to fall backwards, dazed and lethargic. Gage groaned as he was pressed into the floor then hissed as his arm was twisted painfully behind his back. His free hand groped for the knife that was stuck under his own body. Thankfully he didn't fall on his blade, it had landed on its side. Gage's hand slipped, he now gripped at the floor, head turned and glaring up at Rhys. "I am no ******** kid!" He thrashed around under Rhys, the hand gripping his arm behind his back painful but not as painful as what he was about to do.

Breathing rapidly through clenched teeth, Gage prepared himself before he jerked his body to the side, dislocating the arm Rhys held behind his back. He threw he elbow over his back, turning in the process. It collided with Rhys' neck, giving him an opening to slide out from under the large man, scooping his knife up with him. Throwing the limp arm back, it popped back into place loudly. Gage didn't stay to talk anymore, the ever present sound of sirens approaching and the screeching tires forcing him to flee. He headed for the front of the restaurant. "He's in there! He has a gun!" He shouted as he ran out, the police first pointing their guns at him before pulling him away from the front of the restaurant as they rushed in. Nobody really saw Gage with a gun or ever saw him pull the trigger.

Gage grinned at the scene before he turned and walked away from it. Tearing the apron from around his hips, he tossed it into the street. Lips pursed, he mentally cursed himself for not ending Samuel West when the man was right in front of him and for letting that man get to him. He didn't expect him to be skilled or strong. He knew of his background, but he didn't know the man still had it in him. Many lost it after coming back from the war or just didn't have it in them to use their strength anymore. Gage slowed as he reached up and rubbed his jaw gingerly. It hurt so much, he was surprised it wasn't broken or that he wasn't missing any teeth. It would bruise badly, he'd have to pile make up over it to hide it.

He retreated back to the hotel room, taking another way to get to it since the police were outside of the restaurant across the street from the hotel. Once in, he stripped of his clothing, rubbing a few places where they were sore before starting a hot shower and stepping in. The moment the water hit his head, the temporary black hair dye began to run down his body and onto the floor of the shower and down the drain. Scratching his scalp and washing his hair, it was back to the natural brown blonde hair. He groaned as he turned his head to let the hot water ran down his face, over his sore jaw. Once washed, he stepped out and removed the contacts. Green eyes stared back at himself in the reflection, eyes scanning over the four scars over his right eye and face. Turning his head, he looked at the red spot where the large fist had hit him.

Gage rubbed it again before going for his bag, unzipping it before pulling out some fresh clothes and some cash. He never really could stay in the hotel room for too long. It was always advised to lay low after a failed attempt, but he couldn't keep away from being out. Gage simply pulled up the hood to his jacket and headed outside. He walked down the street, dialing a number on his cell phone. He only waited a few moments before somebody picked it up. "Yeah, it's me. No. A motorcycle. The car is too noticeable." Gage pinned the phone between his ear and shoulder as his hands zipped the jacket up. "Yeah to the hotel. Thanks." He touched the screen to turn it off. Maybe he could dig up some more dirt on Samuel West and what better place than a dark, smoky bar filled with drunks who would forget his face within moments after speaking with him.

There was a corner bar, motorcycles parked out front in a line. The door was left open, smoke and the smell of beer and puke spilled from the open door. The large sigh read Cat and Fiddle with a worn picture of a cat in a red tail coat with spats playing a fiddle. A very typical dive bar and the perfect place. Gage casually walked in, squeezing past a few large people, Gage took up a seat in the corner. His back to the walls and face to the crowd. Like in every typical dive bar, there was a large group of bikers, loose women hanging off of them as they played pool and loudly joked about each others women and their friend's mothers. Distasteful but the quiet, it was the drunk, depressed men at the bar that interested Gage the most. They looked common, spiteful, down on their luck. They would hate Samuel West most. The fat man who had anything with a wave of his hand while these poor saps struggled all their life. Trying to support a drug habit, alcoholism, a wife and or family. The all too familiar, and very depressing, song Cats in the Cradle playing loudly over the speakers, the music occasionally being drowned out from the biker's loud voices and laughs.

A man's shoulders shuddered at the song as he covered his face. Placing some money on the table, he left in a rush. Gage stood from his spot and sat at the empty bar stool. He was sandwiched between the bikers and an older man, bent over his drink, staring right into it. "Long day huh?" Gage asked the older man as he ordered his own drink. He preferred absinthe but he highly doubted that they would have any of that here. "Far too long." The man spoke back, glancing over at Gage through tired eyes. Gage nodded at him. The man swayed on the bar stool. Waiting until the bar keep went to help another man, Gage leaned in closer to the other male. "You know of a man named Samuel West?" He whispered. The swaying man scoffed and sat up a little straighter. "Yeah I know him. I used to be a accountant at his company before he fired us all and shut it down. Thanks to that b*****d I'm now cleaning up puke at a school!" He glared at his drink now.

"Yeah, my uncle used to work for him as well. Lost his job when he was fired." Gage lied through his teeth and sighed sadly. "He killed himself after that." Gage looked down at the table sadly. "Sorry to hear." The man replied to Gage, patting his knee. Nodding, the assassin looked back up to him. "There have been a lot that I want to say to him, tell him about my uncle. Do you know where he hangs out at?" Gage pulled the mug up to his lips, taking a drink before setting it back down. "Good for you, no, really. Yeah I do. In fact there's a strip club not too far from here. It's an exclusive club, ya know, for those rich bastards who can afford it. He's usually up there every Saturday evening into early Sunday mornings. If you get in, give him a good punch for me will ya?" The man leaned over, swaying as he spoke. "Sure will. Thanks."
Other:
School will be coming up so until I know how that will be going, I will be jumping around so to speak. Like everybody, I do get writers block and understand it but that's not an excuse for every post to be short. I will write a lot if given a lot to write and I need literate partners. Also, don't post in super light colors, I can't read them and I'm not going to make an attempt to. I'll hate you forever if you post in yellow.

M/preg: Yes (Another thing I put all the blame onto Kiwi for ♥)