[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]❝ When the sun goes down, the festing begins — oh, you know me well enough by now to know that I love a good party. ❞ Teddy cackled amongst a group of guests as they all sat around the poker table. As the day began to settle into the evening, the casino would liven up with certainty. Live music was already playing at Teddy’s request, just for his special guests, and the drinks were chilled to perfection in these hours leading up to tonight's casino night. Teddy stretched his arm out to pat the top of one of his guest’s back, a man sat beside him with an arrogant grin on his face. ❝ Don’t you worry yourself, darlin’; we finish this game and then really let the good times roll. ❞
The group began to settle once again as the game began to intensify, Teddy staring down at his cards with slightly narrowed eyes. Whilst the game of poker was fun, and the mingling with his guests even more so, but there was one small thing that was really beginning to aggravate him. A subtle dart of his gaze found Teddy glancing across the table to where Michael Ford sat, playing the game wordlessly even whilst Teddy and his crew had hijacked Mike's game. It wasn’t common knowledge to know that, upon assuming control of the Badlands, Teddy had struck a deal with the former Badlands’ leader. Mike knew things, and that made him invaluable to Teddy and his ambition. He knew enough for Teddy to ensure that Mike would never leave this group alive for as long as Teddy was in control.
Michael Ford was beginning to frustrate Teddy incredibly. The way Teddy had a job to do tonight, and yet Mike would dare sit here with that melancholic glower on his face. He stood out like a sore thumb, the only other Badlander sat at the table looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but in the company of Teddy. It gave off the wrong impression, as if the Badlands wasn’t the place to be, and it was beginning to feel like Teddy’s guests were acting up because of it. ❝ Just gonna get another round of drinks. Who’s with me? ❞ A man soon paused the game and stood up, the rest of the guests soon following him to the bar and leaving Teddy alone at the table with Mike.
Teddy watched as the guests walked to the bar, a toothy smile curled on his face until the last of the guests looked away from the table. Then, his smile falling from his lips, Teddy looked right towards Mike. He leaned forwards, brows raising and lip curling before his throaty accent sawed out his words in a brusque utterance, ❝ You know, Michael… You’re making us look bad in front of our guests. ❞ Narrowed eyes and a slowly nodding head, Teddy observed Michael before he stood up, walked around the table and chose to stand behind Michael’s chair.
He patted his hand on Mike’s shoulder before resting it there — to those who observed the conversation from afar, it almost seemed to be a pleasant chat — before Teddy leaned down slightly to exclaim into Mike's ear, ❝ To be frank, you can be quite miserable sometimes! No one cares for your sulking, so cheer up and get a grip. You’re seriously gonna put this business on the line with this bad attitude, and- ❞ Teddy huffed a plain laugh, hand clamping down to tightly squeeze Mike’s shoulder. He wanted it to hurt. ❝ my famiglia wouldn’t be too pleased to hear that you ain’t pulling your weight around here. So, do me a favour and show me a smile from across that table. ❞ With his free hand, Teddy pointed to where he was sat. This would certainly be enough to get his point across.
// please wait for wisteria to reply first! this thread will include a lot of conflict between teddy and mike, so feel free to have your character watching the conflict or separating the two men from each other after mike throws the first punch fhgfjkghjkl
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"] ✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .
12-01-2020, 09:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-02-2020, 11:31 PM by MICHAEL..)
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
Theodore Knope. Michael had never really liked the guy, but reviving the Badlands had been something close to his heart for a while, and the Knope family seemed like one of the better options. Now, he was sure he should have let it dwindle down and die. Dissolve. The dark haired man held on to his cards, face impassive (perhaps a bit on the brooding side).
His thoughts were never cheerful, he had never been the most upbeat guy. In fact, he'd been pretty solemn most of his life... the short period of time he'd been happy had been the years he'd spent with Jenny and their infant son Will. God damn, the thought of his dear departed wife, and the his deceased son nearly brought emotion to his face.
But, as he sipped on his drink, he conquered the pesky emotions. "There is no us, Mr. Knope." The dark haired man said softly, putting an untoward emphasis on the word, "us". His eyes looked towards the group at the bar, helping themselves to drinks. He turned his attention back to Teddy, and looked at him in scrutiny.
Was that a threat he heard from the man's lips? "Tell your famiglia whatever you wish. There was nothing in the contract about being happy." The man spat back, his words forceful and full of a hate which he had sunk deep down inside of him. "There is nothing left for me to lose. I’m not going to put up with your tyranny. So fuck off."
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
Sal couldn't seem to tear herself away from Teddy. Not in a romantic way, of course; she had no intention of hooking up with him or developing feelings. But he was the only badlander she really knew at this point, and she supposed that, if she stayed by his side, she'd at least gage the vibes of the other members. Plus, something about his aura was so entrancing that she found herself following him wherever he went. She hated herself for that, of course. She ran away to be independent, not to be someone's puppy dog, goddamn it! But, when she saw the two men whispering with stony expressions and sharp voices, she couldn't help but figure something interesting was going to happen. She took out a home-rolled cigar and lit it, swatting at the smoke that began to rise into the air. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself--she sat herself at the slot machines for a reason. However, when she figured out they were broken, it was too late to leave. She didn't want to seem as though she was only here to spy, so she had been feigning playing slots, hoping the guests didn't notice anything suspicious about her shoving gold pieces against the narrow, long openings and pulling the lifeless lever.
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]No matter the situation, a man should never let his emotions overcome his logic.
The corners of Teddy’s lips twitched at Michael’s retort, although the split-second smile held no amicability. Instead, Teddy was losing his patience at the clear disrespect Michael had for him. Sure, Michael was nearly old enough to be his father, but Teddy's belief still stood true to the fact that Michael was defying the word of The Administration, something that Teddy would not take too kindly to. Hand slid off of Michael’s shoulder, head tilted to the side as he eyed Michael out carefully. Then, hateful words escalated and Teddy barely flinched.
Instead, he said nothing, but blinked with mild surprise. A patronizing gaze shifted across Michael’s features before a short huff of laughter passed through his nostrils. ❝ I beg your fucking pardon? ❞ He questioned sharply, brows knitting together before a dangerous look crossed his face. This had become more than just an issue of Michael’s attitude, but clear contempt towards Teddy’s family, too. His lip twitched with distaste, and then he leaned down to hiss, ❝ I know you want this as much as I do, Michael; we both want The Badlands to thrive. You could’ve done so yourself, but it’s becoming ever-so-apparent to me that you just don’t have the guts to do shit[i]. ❞
Teddy straightened up, this time for his words to come across somewhat louder. Somewhat [i]stronger. This was no longer a gentle whisper in his ear but now a clear point he wanted Mike to hear loud and clear. ❝ I’m beginning to see you for who you are now, Mister Ford! If you truly think that this is tyranny then you’ve got another thing coming for ya. This ain’t tyranny — I just think that you’re weak. You’re weak! You put up this... defensive front because it makes you feel all tough but, for as long as you are not on our side, it don’ madda. ❞
At the word ❛ defensive ❜, Teddy gave him a halfhearted nudge on the shoulder. ❝ You’re a Badlander. Start actin’ like it. None of this cowardly shit like sitting here looking like a miserable git, grumblin’ to me about how you ain’t one of us as if you ain't partly responsible for the Badlands' success... Maybe you weren’t as strong as I first thought you were. Maybe you just ain’t one of us. ❞
He took a small step back with a scoff, ❝ Maybe you ain’t! And, that is a goddamn shame ‘cause I really thought you were better than that! I bet your son would be rolling in his grave right now if he knew how much of a pussy his father w— ❞
Teddy never had time to finish his sentence before Michael snapped.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"] ✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .
12-03-2020, 11:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-03-2020, 11:34 AM by finny..)
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: #6B6953;"]walker turned to look towards the commotion starting between the two men as teddy's voice became louder. normally, he had no interest in any sort of drama, most of the time it was in hopes for some form of attention or out of boredom and he couldn't ever care enough to even pay attention to it let alone get involved. something about this though... it seemed to be something he couldn't make himself look away from, whatever was going to go down between the two men surely seemed to be something that he wanted to watch. with how their voices were getting raised and the glares being thrown back and forth, violence was surely going to be in the works quite soon and that was something that could always grab the attention of rowan archibald.
as the situation grew, walker took the time to get a better view of them, turning fully around so he was leaning against the bar with a hand in his pocket and the other raising his cigarette to his lips. he didn't bat an eye to the last insult teddy was trying to throw at mike, the insensitivity of it all never rubbed him the wrong way as it would most people in the room. bringing up a dead son was likely something he himself would do. well, that is if he ever cared enough to even want to get someone that heated. he always felt like just throwing the first punch worked best for him.
when mike finally snapped and decked teddy in the face, walker let out a dry laugh. not the usual response for something like that, but all so normal for someone like him. "hit 'im with an uppercut." though he was slightly excited for the fight, there was no enthusiasm in his voice like normal. as for the tip he called out, it wasn't directed to neither teddy nor mike, he didn't give a shit who won the fight, but he wanted a good show at least. so, instead of bothering to help make any attempts at getting the two of them separated, he remained at his spot leaning against the bar taking drags from the cigarette.
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: center; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"] too cold to feel, and i'mma take what's mine. — info
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
To be honest, Teddy's subsequent rant was possibly the highlight of his time here at the "new and improved" Badlands. The fact that he could get under someone else's skin was entertaining to the former soldier. Being called weak didn't bother him, he knew that if it came to it, he would easily flatten Teddy, he wasn't so old as to be crippled by his age... and Teddy for all his talk had less game than his brother.
Micah might be a different story, but he was not falsely modest when he considered he could possibly beat the man as well. These thoughts did much to cheer him, the idea of smashing Teddy's face into the bar was spirit lifting. However, when Will was brought up his demeanor changed. Will was a sore spot with Michael, who felt immense guilt over the fact he had been unable to protect him, and also couldn't keep him from leaving.
He stood up in the middle of Teddy's sentence, and aimed to tackle the man onto the table. "You don't get to say anything about my son!" He yelled, creating quite the spectacle for anyone around to watch as he raised his elbow back, and attempted to punch Teddy square in his face. Even in the red rage he was in, he wasn't attempting to kill Teddy.
If he had been, the man would have drawn one of the many knives he had on him, or the pistol that was tucked safely away on his person. No he was just trying to make Teddy eat his words.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; Font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]usually micah steers very clear of the casino, especially as the sun starts to set and the guests start crawling out of the woodwork. never been his scene, the only attraction being the bar, but he took a few bottles to their family’s suite and set up a nice little drink cart, so there’s little need for him to spend any time amongst the drunk and poor, he just has to pass through; which is usually never an issue. people move out of his way when he looks above, stone faced and silently assertive. this night, however, the sound of a body hitting one of the poker tables turns his head.
it’s been a long while since micah has had to step in and stop some shit his younger brother has caused. it seemed inevitable that it would happen once again soon. he’s gotten used to it. but, seeing his brother pinned against the table ignites the rage that resides in him. “ ’ey! “ he yells, beginning to shove through people. micah had been weary of mike since the deal was made. the man let the group just fall into ruin, then gave it up without a fight. clearly unfit to lead, now going after one of the ones who is bringing it back to life? no.
“ [color=#000000]’ey, ‘ey, ‘ey! get da fuck off ‘im! “ micah yells just before reaching them, even though he’s beyond figuring this out with words. he grabs the older man’s pulled back arm and then wraps his arms around his chest to yank him back. he pushes the man away, positioning himself between teddy and mike. “ [color=#000000]what da fuck do ya tink ya doin? “ he snarls, “ [color=#000000]get ‘im outta here, gotta figure a fuckin’ punishment. “ micah’s jaw’s clenched, eyes narrowed as stares at mike, fire in his eyes. then, he turns back to teddy and helps him up, “ [color=#000000]you ‘ight? “ he asks, “ [color=#000000]whadda do dis time? “
[spoiler= tags, updated 11/30/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#000000]NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH◞
&. ❝ micah alexander knope ❞ | male [ he/him ] .
&. 30 years old . | june third ; gemini
&. 1/3 of the administration of badlands .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN◞
&. ruthless . silent type . rough exterior . heartless . every man for themselves . controlling . a planner . brooding . apathetic . determined . cold . short tempered . impatient . serious . stoic .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ I WOULDN'T HESITATE ◞
&. six foot four & one hundred and eighty-nine pounds ; reference ; stephen james .
↳ keeps the sides of his heads shaved, exposing some tattoos on his head with his hair slicked back in a clean fashion.
↳ nearly his whole body is covered in tattoos.
↳ has ice grey eyes and an oval face. his chin is wide and jawline sharp.
↳ almost entirely muscle.
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE ◞
&. [ 10/10 ] physically | [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #000000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .
◜INVENTORY ┊ AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE◞
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 3 ] aid items | [ 2 ] misc .
↳ one shotgun
↳ one rifle
↳ one set of brass knuckles
↳ three low quality explosives
↳ one pitbull puppy named leia
↳ one munchkin cat named ozzy
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME◞
&. npc x npc | eldest child to a crime family .
↳ theodore knope, 28, badlands .
&. heterosexual, heteroromantic ; mongamous . | never had a good model for relationships growing up, is learning how to be a good significant other .
↳ in a serious relationship with juliette rousseau .
↳ father to matthew knope & milo knope, 5 months .[/spoiler]
[table] IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN. | | [align=center] | | [/table][br]
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Teddy didn’t need to fight with his fists when his words hurt more. When Teddy wished to, he knew exactly how to strike a nerve. After all, physical injuries were temporary; it was the mental hurt that lasted forever. Nothing could go under his radar around these parts — it didn’t take long for Teddy to learn of Michael’s history here in The Badlands. And, once things were not going his way, Teddy’s mean streak slowly began to come to light. Perhaps in retrospect, Teddy would wish that he hadn’t brought Mike’s deceased boy into the conversation, but Teddy had simply wished to work Michael back into his place agonisingly.
Someone should’ve warned Teddy about Mike’s violent streak.
Without a moment to flinch, Teddy was thrust back against the poker table, the air being forced out of his lungs. And then, Mike sent a powerful fist down across Teddy’s face. Teddy clasped his hands around the fist which held him down, writhing and struggling to push Mike away with an agonised bellow passing his lips. It was quite some show, but definitely not the kind that Teddy had in mind for tonight’s special guests.
Then came another punch, Teddy then yowling in a theatrical panic, ❝ Get off of me! ❞ His hands fumbled to try push Mike away, but Mike was a big guy. Teddy couldn’t quite pride himself in his musculature; it seemed that Micah had claimed the title of the big and brawny brother. As for Teddy, he was lean and wiry. He couldn’t put up much of a fight against a man of Mike’s size — instead, Teddy’s tongue was his weapon.
Time felt as if it’d been dragged out as the fight claimed the attention of all those in the casino. Teddy wanted to grimace with humiliation at the gasps of surprise with the way big eyes were all on him and the man bloodying his face. Eventually, Micah had stepped in to rescue Teddy — as always — ripping Mike away from Teddy before pushing him away. Teddy then took this as an opportunity to hunch over in pain, hand cupped over the side of his face as he coddled his injuries. Whilst his injuries were minor, Teddy would still turn everything into a melodramatic affair.
And then, once he’d caught his breath, eyes alight with rage darted over towards Mike as a seething sneer curled at his features. Micah was talking to Teddy, but all Teddy could think about was how much he wanted to see Mike six feet under. ❝ Whadda do dis time? ❞ ❝ God damn it... I didn’t do nothing! ❞ Teddy hissed, eyes not leaving Mike before he straightened up and jabbed a finger in Mike’s direction. ❝ You’re dead. You’re dead! ❞ He shook Micah’s helping hand away, instead looking up to his older brother and audaciously snapping, ❝ I’m gonna kill him. He’s dead to me! ❞ Spitting blood aside from where his inner lip met his teeth, Teddy then wheezed in pain before glowering at Mike and pointing at him again, ❝ You better start looking over your shoulder wherever you go. You ain’t safe no more! ❞ With flaring nostrils, he looked up towards his brother once more with a wincing frown before smoothing his shirt down and walking away, head lowered in shame and hand clasped against his face as he grimaced as the throbbing sensation burning his face.
Whilst his words were spewed in anger, they were most certainly as truthful as ever. Mike was a dead man.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"] ✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .
[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
Red. Everything was veiled with a filter of blood red. It was all the man saw. Michael was too far angered to think about being rational, rationality wasn’t even a word in the mentally tortured man’s head. He had one thought, destroy. And as a former soldier he was well able to follow through with the basic command in his head.
Eyes flashed as he aimed another blow at the face of Teddy who in his rage-filled mind resembled that of Brian. He was stopped short however, by the brother of Teddy. Micah. Micah was a fighter, Teddy was not, and though Mike had a decade of experience on the former, he didn’t resist too much as he was pulled away, though he sent a kick in the direction of Teddy’s person.
He had no quarrel with Micah, and the red began to clear from his head, leaving behind the dull gray he saw day to day. "Couldn’t hurt me it you tried, you cuck!" Was his colorful response to Teddy’s threats. He’d never truly been safe in his twenty-five some years of adulthood. Nothing had changed with the blackout. In fact it just made his life more dangerous.
He spat in Teddy’s direction as he was forcibly removed from the casino. The man was a bit more in his senses as the cold air greeted him, much like a cold pail of water being thrown on him. He didn’t feel remorseful for his actions though he did believe there were far more diplomatic ways to go about it. Then again he was no diplomat.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
[align=center] Oh? Entertainment?
Tommy Santino was a shitstarter, through and through. He liked starting drama just for the hell of it, and if he wasn't the one starting it, then he liked watching shit go down. He needed all of the excitement he could get in this world, where gloom and doom was pretty much the norm.
He had not been present for the whole ordeal; he had only caught a glimpse of the tail-end of the altercation. One of the head guys, Teddy, had been blown back by a hit to the face. The other head guy had rushed in and gotten a hold on the older man, trying to remove him from the situation. Shit, these guys didn't show any respect to their boss? Back where he lived, a guy could get killed for assaulting the don. It was all about respect.
As the peak of the encounter began to wind down, with Michael being dragged away from the lobby, Tommy walked forward and chimed in, "Whoa whoa, what the hell happened here, huh?" He whipped his head in the direction of Michael once again, watching as he fumed and spat in sheer rage. Of course, he didn't have much to offer besides a smart comment, "What'd you do? Sleep wid' his motha'?"
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