"It's D-D-DJ Secret kickin it over by the poker tables! How's everyone doing? Getting your collars off I hope - ask if you can keep them as a souvenir!" A rather morbid souvenir, but nonetheless. Dazs smiled as he put down the radio. He might be annoying, but playing as 'DJ Secret' on the radio made him feel better somehow. About everything. He supposed it was the same sort escapism some people felt while role-playing. Not sexy role-playing, but the kind where people pretended to be characters online and wrote these long, convoluted stories about them - gave them history. It was escape. Or so his friend at school had said. Whatever.
He picked up the radio, twirling around. For the moment, his mom was off with his brother and he'd wandered. "DJ Secret here, let me tell you, I don't think I'll ever gamble again, really. It's just too risky. Might lose an arm and leg. Get it?" He snickered. "Of cour-omph." Dazs dropped the radio, feeling it dangle, hung from the strap looped around his wrist. In his cavalier wandering, he'd bumped into someone.
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Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
Coins: 110/140
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:39 pm
Micah hadn't been looking where he was going after storming away from the attendants, red-faced and sharply aware of the feeling of having a collar around his neck, like some kind of dog. If he wasn't sure it'd explode or stab him with a poison needle or something, he'd have ripped it off. But it had some kind of electronics in it, and he was pretty sure it'd do something to him. Barely aware of his surroundings, he slammed right into someone, bouncing off and staggering a step back. "Why don't you watch where you're ******** going," he snarled.
MY CHARACTER'S TOTAL VALUE IS 100 COINS
[Casino tokens: 56]
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Character's name: Micah Lambert Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Micah BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Squarish, short, and irritable. He has short, sandy brown hair in a slightly spiky style, brown eyes, and glasses with a coppery wire frame. Wears practical, tough clothes, jeans or work pants with steel-toed or hiking boots, and a flannel or jacket over a t-shirt. He has a small gold wire earring in his left ear and a star tattooed on the back of his right wrist.
Dazs stumbled back, too, hands reaching out to stem the flows of his things onto the floor. Although the other man was shorter, he was a lot beefier than the skinny teen and Dazs' backpack had careened off of his shoulder. He shoved things back in - a feat in itself, hauling around a can of gas left precious little room for else.
"Dude, chill, I didn't hurt you, didn't try to eat you." He paused a second, eyes narrowing at the snarling noise. He remembered a bear on the radio, an unintelligible growl. "Do I know you?
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Dazs' cash has somehow ended up in Micah's pocket!
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 10:10 pm
Micah's scowl didn't diminish. "I don't ******** know," he snapped back, "do you? Pretty sure I haven't seen that face before." The guy's voice sort of sounded familiar. Maybe from the radio. But there was a lot of chatter on the radio, a lot of weirdos and idiots blabbing their heads off for no particular reason, not sharing information or anything, just talking.
After a moment, Dazs decided to just go for it. What could he lose, after all? He was free of his collar, so was his brother, his mother. He was safe. He titled his head before pushing up his askew glasses.
".....Bear?" Dazs even made a growly noise, complete with hands curled into claws.For illustrative effect, of course. "If that's you, you're as prickly off air as on. Lighten up."
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 10:28 pm
Micah's eyes widened briefly, then his scowl crunched up further. "You," he growled. "What the ******** are you doing here?" His eyes flicked down and then back up, a quick once-over, and stopped at the guy's neck. "What the ********, no collar? Are you with them or something?" he demanded, balling his fists furiously.
"Oh my ******** god, chill, little anger ball. I don't know if you've noticed -" This was said in an entirely (and unnecessarily) snotty tone. That snootiness did not let up as he continued talking. "-but there's damn near hundreds of people here." He didn't justify Micah's accusation of being in cahoots with the cannibals with any words, merely a roll of his eyes. A cannibal - him? Pssh.
'I don't have a collar because I was smart and got mine off. What about you?" He pointed to his own bare neck and then back to Micah's. "Wow, at least you're cheap."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 5:54 pm
It wouldn't have been a surprise if steam had started to leak out of Micah's ears. "It's kinda hard to chill when they're checking the cuts of meat off my a**," he snarled. Then, "Cheap -- " and he clenched his jaw again, teeth grinding audibly. This guy was really pissing him off, and he wasn't in a great mood anyway, and he owed the guy a punch from the idiot antics on the radio before.
He didn't consider whether it would get any attention from the casino employees, or whether he'd get punched in return; he just took a wild swing at DJ Secret.
If Dazs had been cleverer, he might have walked around to check out those 'cuts of meat' himself. But instead, he stood and watched, kind of shocked at how loud Micah could grind his teeth. He must've put his skill-points into that and anger. As it was, the punch caught Dazs completely off guard and he went stumbling back violently. If his mom were there, she would have poked fun at his him for not seeing it coming.
"What the ******** - you got a hate-on or something?" And then Dazs launched himself at Micah's knees.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 9:06 am
Micah growled incoherently, and didn't even try to dodge. As he went down he threw another punch, not really aiming or even thinking about it, just letting the frustration and pent-up anger of the past days and the past hour out on Dazs. "Owed you - oof - a beating anyway," he managed, and tried to roll to pin the leaner man under him.
Dazs was almost surprised as they both went down in a tangle of limbs and (on Micah's part) growling. He squeaked and began to flail wildly, trying to land any blows he could. Being pinned was absolutely not ideal.
"You need - ugh- a lesson in anger management, <********>, meatball!" Reach up, Dazs tried to box Micah about the ears. "Gerroff me!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 6:00 pm
"I manage it - OW - just ******** fine - " Micah shook his head and aimed another punch at Dazs's midsection; he wasn't pissed enough at this guy to be going for the face, but he wasn't done being mad yet. The smack to the sides of the head made him yelp and wobble dizzily, half-falling to one side and catching himself on his hand.
Dazs took advantage of Micah falling sort of to one side. He brought his elbow up between them and jabbed it into wherever he could reach. Although he was aiming for Micah's jaw, it was an awkward angle and he would take what he could get.
