10-05-2017, 05:27 AM
Charlie managed a slight sneer upon his masculine features as the two strangers atop the roof appeared to be discussing something, like they were taking their sweet time. Bastards, he ought to chase them out himself. Who did they think they were? Didn't they know their way around the territories? And didn't they know that this was the city of the Badlands? Either way, whether they were aware of their surroundings or not, they were fucking buffoons. Charlie didn't move his gaze from the two when Dylan showed up, though he offered a mutter in reply, "They're idiots, that's what they are." At least now he had some backup just in case anything got ugly.
He slightly furrowed a brow as one of the two started their descent down to ground level, and he watched carefully as he skillfully used the balconies and ledges to his advantage. Son of a bitch; Charlie couldn't do that if he tried. He was better with his gun than he was with his fists, to tell the truth. In a sticky situation? He would probably trip over the edge of a building and splat flat onto the ground, whereas this guy had seemed to master the art of wall-climbing or whatever they did.
Charlie's brown gaze now masked all awe or curiosity that it may have previously held now that one was standing across from him and Dylan. What was he doing, speaking French? Why was he treating this interaction so casually? It irritated him. "Well, sorry to inform you, but this is Badlands turf." Charlie grunted, taking a step forward. As if they didn't know that already... They were probably sent straight from Northstar. He wouldn't be fooled so easily. "Where're you from? Huh? What're your names?" The Italian man demanded firmly, his intense stare set on Tiberius. It would've been unwise for them to test his patience.
He slightly furrowed a brow as one of the two started their descent down to ground level, and he watched carefully as he skillfully used the balconies and ledges to his advantage. Son of a bitch; Charlie couldn't do that if he tried. He was better with his gun than he was with his fists, to tell the truth. In a sticky situation? He would probably trip over the edge of a building and splat flat onto the ground, whereas this guy had seemed to master the art of wall-climbing or whatever they did.
Charlie's brown gaze now masked all awe or curiosity that it may have previously held now that one was standing across from him and Dylan. What was he doing, speaking French? Why was he treating this interaction so casually? It irritated him. "Well, sorry to inform you, but this is Badlands turf." Charlie grunted, taking a step forward. As if they didn't know that already... They were probably sent straight from Northstar. He wouldn't be fooled so easily. "Where're you from? Huh? What're your names?" The Italian man demanded firmly, his intense stare set on Tiberius. It would've been unwise for them to test his patience.
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THERE'S NO RETURN FROM WHERE I'VE BEEN
❝ TRIED TO PRETEND THAT I'M AROUND . . . ❞
————————— BIOGRAPHY / FORMER BOSS OF THE BADLANDS