SOME PEOPLE CAN NEVER BE SAVED // JOINING

hancock · 08-26-2017, 07:51 AM

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/i should probably be sleeping, so if any of this doesn't make sense, that's why lmao

He wasn't surprised that he didn't recognize the world he opened his eyes to. Honestly, he couldn't decide anymore if the drugs or the ritual kept him from panicking each time this happened- although he had a few other reasons for not giving much of a damn where he ended up. Ugly, nasty explanations, and with a sigh, he started to drag himself out of his sprawl, except he must have been drained than he thought, immediately flopping onto his back with a thud he felt in the marrow of his bones. So that wasn't a great start to the day, and much as he'd like to, he couldn't lay here forever; he tried to stand again a few moments later, succeeding only in balancing on his knees for a few precious seconds before he was acquainted yet again with the ground. A hoarse, gravelly laugh took the rest of his breath that falling hadn't. For once, he probably looked as good as he felt- which was to say, he looked like shit and he felt like shit. "Need a little pick-me-up," he muttered, forcing his hands -which must've been weighed down with lead for how heavy they were- into the pockets of his jacket, searching until he found what he wanted. Shaking it revealed there wasn't much left, but it'd give him the edge he needed to get off his ass.

It did.

Mind less foggy than before -the flashes of swimming colors and pictures weren't actually clearing his head, but they made it a helluva lot better- Hancock finally rose completely, without toppling over. Brushing dirt off his coat, he picked a direction at random and started walking, easily ignoring the stiffness haunting some of his joints and the muscles of his face. He wasn't too worried about running into trouble, considering he looked like trouble; Hancock liked to believe he was the best kind of mayhem, but he'd been wrong in the past and he'd be wrong again later, maybe even as wrong as he'd been thinking years ago that he could heal and all would be dandy. At least he had the best damn sense of humor this side of death. Maybe not the prettiest face anymore, but he made do. Some people had a thing for the zombie look- he never really thought too hard about it.

"What-?" His eyes narrowed as much as they were able, peering at the block of a building not too far off in the distance. It was always a risk, heading up to strange territory; he never did know what to expect, but he liked it best when one or two of 'em screamed. He preferred them over the, "get the hell out of here," types, anyway. "Well, how about that. Must be tripping harder than I thought."
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SIX · 08-26-2017, 02:31 PM

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DAESUNG. · 08-26-2017, 04:53 PM

tracking!! also welcome to flintlock!

ashen · 08-26-2017, 05:10 PM

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hancock · 08-27-2017, 03:10 AM

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/thank you guys!!
even though I have another character here oops

Well, shit, either this high was getting stranger than usual, or he'd found his kind of people. He couldn't judge the whole settlement on just a single person, but she had her own style, looked like the type his dear old brother wouldn't want hanging around his pristine town, and those his brother wouldn't want were good in Hancock's book. There wasn't much between the two of them anymore, and he chose not to dwell on it, leaning his weight on one foot and cocking his hip to the side. She didn't seem like she really knew what to think of him, which he didn't blame her for- half the time Hancock himself didn't know what the hell to do about the face he saw in the mirror, other than smash the glass and drink himself stupid. "Would you believe that I woke up here?" He kept his hands where she could see them, empty and hanging at his sides, because he wasn't looking forward to getting a sword in the gut anytime soon. Or ever. Preferably never. "Name's Hancock." Grinning, his mouth felt looser than usual, probably thanks to the hit he took earlier. It was better that he didn't look like a stiff board when talking to people; it didn't do much to make him easier to talk to. "Can't say I know why I'm here. If I meant to be, I don't remember why." He shrugged apologetically, even if he wasn't actually that sorry about it.

Hancock closed his eyes, folding his hands across his midsection, looking as though he had all the time in the world and no better place to be. Technically, both were true. He slipped an eye open when extra footsteps sounded, and he tipped his head back to get a better angle of the taller stranger. It was a real trial holding back the laugh when he saw him hesitate, but he managed anyway, instead clearing his throat. Ultimately, that never did much to clear the gravel from his throat, though nothing ever would. "You all right there, brother? Think I got somethin' to help with that long face'a yours." Digging around again his pockets, he hauled out a syringe -cap still on, thankfully- with a purple hued liquid inside. He tossed it underhand, though his aim was a little bit off. "Sorry 'bout that. You don't have a conjoined twin or anythin', do you?" What with there being two of him, and all.
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ashen · 08-27-2017, 03:46 AM

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MOKSHA. · 08-27-2017, 03:55 AM

[align=center][size=8pt]Calum frowned, his big, doe eyes staring out at this new person. "I don't like this," he whispered to the nearest person, who just happened to be Six. He bit his lip and walked up beside Johannes, reaching up with tentative fingers to touch between the leader's shoulder blades. With a quite murmur, he said, "I-I don't like this," again, though this time to Johannes, nothing but a soft breath. This guy didn't seem okay. He didn't seem right. Calum immediately didn't want to trust him at all, and he was even more anxious at the fact that Moksha wasn't even at the lodge right now, hew as out in the mines. It would be an even longer trip to go find him if something went wrong...Calum would run as fast as he could, he told himself. He had to, if something went wrong here.

hancock · 08-27-2017, 04:44 AM

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/oh my

Hancock raised an eyebrow -or where his eyebrow used to be- and watched the play of various expressions across the stranger's face. He almost laughed again, seeing how he reacted to catching the syringe, like he'd actually been tossed a grenade about to explode in his hands, and what the fuck was written all over his features. And on the face of his conjoined twin, who was in a blinking yellow hue at the moment, so he was starting to think he was having a wonky trip. Guess this wasn't as cozy a fit as he'd expected, huh? He got that same exact look a few times before, and they always ended the same: with a, "get the hell out of here, creep." Hancock hadn't even offered them picks from his personal stash- at this point, he was getting a little offended. "Are you serious?" Incredulous, he wasn't able to rein in the laugh this time, low and husky in his throat. "I'm fan-fucking-tastic." He would be, if they'd stop staring at him as though he'd started reciting the Iliad from memory.

Exhaling, he shifted again, still in an entirely casual stance, although the shrewdness in his eyes betrayed any kind of inner tranquility. Hancock tracked the movements of the person slipping up behind the guy he'd tossed a good dose to, murmuring something too low for him to catch, but the itching in his skin -beyond the constant discomfort that had everything to do with his radiation party- meant it wasn't praise. "You got a problem with me, you let me know. I do take requests."
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SIX · 08-27-2017, 01:47 PM

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A. HUX · 08-27-2017, 03:25 PM

[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Armitage wasn't really well acquainted with drugs. The only person he knew who had even briefly had a member of their family that did drugs was Phasma, and they hadn't really talked about him. Other than that, Armi had little to no experience with drugs addics or drugs in general, and he was glad for it. He didn't wanna get mixed up with that shit, especially since it would damage his finely tumed mind. And he definitely did not want Six getting mixed up with it either. She was his little big sister, and he wasn't letting this Hancock fellow give her anything that might be bad.

Stalking up to Six's side, he tilted his head and let his orange red hair fall in his eyes a bit, which were narrowed suspiciously. He mumbled quietly, occasionally glancing at Six to she how she was doing - he knew that sometimes she got nervous around people, and even he was weary of this Hancock fellow, "Are you... Jesus, just how many different kinds of drugs are you on right now?" Alright, maybe he was a bit more blunt than Six, but he was understandably unhappy with some druggie just showing up at their place.

SOME PEOPLE CAN NEVER BE SAVED // JOINING
hancock Posts:40 #1 08-26-2017, 07:51 AM [align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width:500px;font-size:9.3pt; line-height:1.3"] /i should probably be sleeping, so if any of this doesn't make sense, that's why lmao He wasn't surprised that he didn't recognize the world he opened his eyes to. Honestly, he couldn't decide anymore if the drugs or the ritual kept him from panicking each time this happened- although he had a few other reasons for not giving much of a damn where he ended up. Ugly, nasty explanations, and with a sigh, he started to drag himself out of his sprawl, except he must have been drained than he thought, immediately flopping onto his back with a thud he felt in the marrow of his bones. So that wasn't a great start to the day, and much as he'd like to, he couldn't lay here forever; he tried to stand again a few moments later, succeeding only in balancing on his knees for a few precious seconds before he was acquainted yet again with the ground. A hoarse, gravelly laugh took the rest of his breath that falling hadn't. For once, he probably looked as good as he felt- which was to say, he looked like shit and he felt like shit. "Need a little pick-me-up," he muttered, forcing his hands -which must've been weighed down with lead for how heavy they were- into the pockets of his jacket, searching until he found what he wanted. Shaking it revealed there wasn't much left, but it'd give him the edge he needed to get off his ass. It did. Mind less foggy than before -the flashes of swimming colors and pictures weren't actually clearing his head, but they made it a helluva lot better- Hancock finally rose completely, without toppling over. Brushing dirt off his coat, he picked a direction at random and started walking, easily ignoring the stiffness haunting some of his joints and the muscles of his face. He wasn't too worried about running into trouble, considering he looked like trouble; Hancock liked to believe he was the best kind of mayhem, but he'd been wrong in the past and he'd be wrong again later, maybe even as wrong as he'd been thinking years ago that he could heal and all would be dandy. At least he had the best damn sense of humor this side of death. Maybe not the prettiest face anymore, but he made do. Some people had a thing for the zombie look- he never really thought too hard about it. "What-?" His eyes narrowed as much as they were able, peering at the block of a building not too far off in the distance. It was always a risk, heading up to strange territory; he never did know what to expect, but he liked it best when one or two of 'em screamed. He preferred them over the, "get the hell out of here," types, anyway. "Well, how about that. Must be tripping harder than I thought." [align=right][b][i]INFORMATION [align=center] [b]TELL 'EM IT'S GOOD, TELL 'EM OKAY [div style="font-family:times; font-size:16.6pt; color:black; height:20px; margin-top:-17px"][i]DON'T DO A GODDAMN THING THEY SAY Reply SIX Posts:335 #2 08-26-2017, 02:31 PM [align=center][table]
a	SIX. ✖ ✖ Because I can't make it on my own
johannes angelicus	.
Johannes was beginning to see this as a habit; he almost smiled, exhaling a bit through his nose as he saw Six. She was up the hill, and he would have just carried on, no need to go bother her--when he saw the way she cringed back, in that way she had. His eyes narrowed a bit with worry and the dictator changed his course to join her. When he caught sight of the newcomer, he did stop, did recoil, just a bit--it was rather shocking to see someone who very clearly had been...through hell. He wondered if they were in pain, briefly; then decided that it wasn't relevant. What they were doing here, was. Any injuries he had on him looked...old. "Hello." His voice was a bit flat, as his stony expression took in the stranger--though he spared Six a quick glance, glad he'd decided to come up and see what was going on.	Sinking fast, the weight chained to my feet No time to argue with belief I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping Faster than me
johannes angelicus	.
// yes we know u have a dick Johannes was staring at Hancock, eyes narrowed--and at the 'brother', he opened his mouth, about to...well, not retort. He had nothing. But--he felt a bit indignant. That was a bad term--you couldn't use it lightly. Long face--what the fuck did that mean--and what was that-- reflexively, he caught the syringe, staring down at it in some horror. He. Were those..drugs? He looked back up at the man, and...then just...he almost took a step back--but remembered Six. He couldn't do that; he didn't want to give her the impression this guy put him off. So far, he wasn't actually a threat. Just..strange. He swallowed. "Um--no?" He certainly did not, and--this guy..should be able to see that. "Are you...all right..?"	Sinking fast, the weight chained to my feet No time to argue with belief I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping Faster than me
a	SIX. ✖ ✖ Because I can't make it on my own
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