SPACE BOY | open

[Reggie.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:550px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"]  Johnny, breathing heavy and with an ache travelling down his shoulders, dropped the deer corpse onto the ground. It was a doe so really it wasn't that bad, what had really got him was the distance. He'd been out for a couple hours and finally landed a shot, and by the time he got back it was beginning to get dark out. Just his luck. Some creep was gonna try and take his catch, or take his catch and kill him. Or, maybe, he wouldn't have to deal with anything like that, which would be absolutely wonderful.

With the rifle still ready to go off at any second he glanced down at the deer. There was a bullet wound on its side while another was at her neck where he had finished the deer off. Hm, now that he was in a group did that mean he had to share? Surely not considering it was basically just a bunch of loners who stuck together for protection. Still, most of the group were ready to fight at the drop of a hat and probably too lazy to go hunt. Typical.

Groaning he picked the deer back up before pushing it into one of the buildings toward the outskirts. It wasn't even that heavy, but he'd been carrying it so long and his poor muscles. Clumsily he crashed to the ground. Great, he still had to skin the thing, then cook it of course, probably find a better place where nobody would really notice him. A huge, bony hand went to the nape of his neck, scratching at the skin with gnawed. fingernails. Christ. Was it even worth the effort? We, yeah, of course. John needed to eat especially after walking for so long. It'd be idiotic not to just go the extra mile. Maybe he could just rip off a leg and skin that? Yeah, duh. It'd be equally stupid to just skin the whole thing. Still, it was a corpse and those things didn't last long. He'd have to cut it into little cubes and shove it in the little plastic bags he had in his bookbag so it wouldn't begin rotting so quickly. Right? That's what you were supposed to do? Yeah. Course.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley

INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
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[GUNSLINGER.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] the smell of something to eat is what usually made jamison come from his hiding spot and come out into the open. for some reason, recently he had been spending more time with other people more often. he usually spent most of his time by himself, tinkering with metal scraps or trying to swipe things from under other's noses. hell, he even got into some skirmishes with other badlanders to get what they had. sometimes it didn't work, and he would just be left with a few smoke bombs stolen and a black eye. but the rest of the time he would get something out of the fight. either it being a few scraps of cloth to make clothes with or even some valuable like food. either way, it was only something along the lines of this that would bring him over.

oh shit, it was a deer? after a while meat like rabbits or rats got way too boring and dull to eat, and he wouldn't even try to eat humans even if he was about to die if he didn't. deer were very uncommon when it came to the badlands - they normally strayed towards the loner territories or even st peter's - so jamison had never had the chance of eating deer before. so it would be no surprise that he was very, very excited to try and take a bite.

a few dull colored bombs were shoved in his hands as he crept forward, staring at the other for a few moments before he burst out "g'day, mate!". he knew that he probably shouldn't of snuck into a building like this, especially when his only weapon on hand was bombs. if he even tried to use them, the building would probably collapse and would crush him, without even some deer meat to spare. "oi, see ya got somethin' ta eat there, huh? mind if ya spare some?" he twirled his little explosives in his hands nervously, grimy blonde hair sticking up all over the place. "got some stuff we can trade, if ya want bombs or somethin'!"