02-02-2017, 08:06 PM
[div style=" width: 420px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; margin:auto; color: black;"]i watched in satisfaction as the crowd gathered, and observed each of them, trying to gauge what object they were most interested in. jamison caught my eye first, and from what i could tell, he was fascinated by the pair of scissors. lightly testing my theory, i moved the hand with the scissors in, and watched as his eyes followed, gaze firmly fixed on the rusty objects. jesus fuck, if the freak wanted them that much, i was half tempted to throw them at him. maybe they'd land point–first and he'd have some digging to do to get them out of him.
"you want 'em, metalmouth?" i teased, my eyebrows raised as i stared down at him. "you're pretty tall, even if you are a little gimpy. i bet you could beat out any of these fuckers! wanna try your hand?"
tearing my gaze away from jamison, i looked down towards tatiana. she was pretty, i'd give her that, and as small as i was, although there was more meat on her bones than on mine. and she was hard, i knew that much. i'd be down to fuck her, but fuck knows what was under those fingernails of hers. couldn't have those inside of me. still, she would be pretty good entertainment, since she was such a good fighter.
"you gonna come down then?" her voice was a little sassy, a little teasing, but i only laughed, grinning down at her and shaking my head.
"nuh uh, tata. if you can win, then i'll come down. but i'm not stupid enough to get caught between you and your burning desire for a pack of cigarettes." cutie–pie though she was, i didn't want to try my luck, since there was a chance she'd kill for one of the items. maybe she would. that'd be exciting.
"why don't we just get straight to the point if you want to wrestle that much, babe?" for a moment, i didn't recognise the voice, but the comment was enough to pinpoint it as belonging to dexter, and when i looked towards the source of the noise, i was confirmed right. i laughed brightly and blew him a kiss, raising my eyebrows at him.
"hey, if you can win, then you can claim your prize. come on, dex, prove yourself worthy!" i felt safe up on the telephone pole, and if anyone tried to climb up after me, i could always shoot them. from here, i could watch the fights, have my fun, and then reward the victors. or victor. just depended on how much they wanted the prizes. turning away from dex to address them all, i called down to them. "jamison! if you want the scissors that bad, why don't you fight tat or dex? got nothing to lose – 'cept maybe another leg!"
[color=black][spoiler=tags  updated jan 29]
GENERAL
– dolores 'lola' candida lancaster
– apathetic about her gender | she / her, its / it, they / them
– sixteen years old
– unrestricted sexuality
– borderline personality disorder | hypersexuality and sex addiction
– badlands | grunt
BACKGROUND
– was sexually, physically, emotionally and verbally abused by her father for much of her childhood
– her mother regularly neglected her, refusing lola food and shelter in her own home
– grew up half–wild and having to fend for herself
– eventually beat her father to death with a baseball bat and ran away aged thirteen
– has been with the badlands for a year and a half
PHYSICAL
– stands at only five foot tall
– skinny, bony and underweight due to malnutrition as a child
– very naturally pretty but rarely invested in her appearance
– small facial features that make her appear pixie–like; upturned nose, pointed chin, high cheekbones and strong eyebrows
– her golden–blonde hair is always messy and tangled
– her clothes are mostly several sizes too big for her and often torn in various places
PERSONALITY
– selfish, meddling, arrogant, crude, loud-mouthed, dirty-minded, messy, animalistic, frequent liar, difficult, violent, obnoxious, bossy, mocking, insulting, angry, cruel, mean, delirious, delusional, savage, tease, sexual, threatening, fucked up, self-loathing, traumatised, erratic, compulsive, instinctive, attention-seeking, unstable, brutal
– enfj – the protagonist
RELATIONSHIPS
– npc x npc, both dead
– single | not a romantic person at all
INVENTORY
– 1 x metal baseball bat
– 1 x semi–automatic handgun
– 4 x penknives
– 1 x lighter
– 3 x pack of cigarettes
– 1 x water canteen
– 1 x hip flask, empty
– 2 x packs of bubblegum
INTERACTIONS
– physically very aggressive and lacking in inhibition, despite her small size
– fights very dirty and is squirmy and difficult to catch
– will probably hurt you a lot before you get a chance to hurt her
– fairly precise shot with a gun[/spoiler]
"you want 'em, metalmouth?" i teased, my eyebrows raised as i stared down at him. "you're pretty tall, even if you are a little gimpy. i bet you could beat out any of these fuckers! wanna try your hand?"
tearing my gaze away from jamison, i looked down towards tatiana. she was pretty, i'd give her that, and as small as i was, although there was more meat on her bones than on mine. and she was hard, i knew that much. i'd be down to fuck her, but fuck knows what was under those fingernails of hers. couldn't have those inside of me. still, she would be pretty good entertainment, since she was such a good fighter.
"you gonna come down then?" her voice was a little sassy, a little teasing, but i only laughed, grinning down at her and shaking my head.
"nuh uh, tata. if you can win, then i'll come down. but i'm not stupid enough to get caught between you and your burning desire for a pack of cigarettes." cutie–pie though she was, i didn't want to try my luck, since there was a chance she'd kill for one of the items. maybe she would. that'd be exciting.
"why don't we just get straight to the point if you want to wrestle that much, babe?" for a moment, i didn't recognise the voice, but the comment was enough to pinpoint it as belonging to dexter, and when i looked towards the source of the noise, i was confirmed right. i laughed brightly and blew him a kiss, raising my eyebrows at him.
"hey, if you can win, then you can claim your prize. come on, dex, prove yourself worthy!" i felt safe up on the telephone pole, and if anyone tried to climb up after me, i could always shoot them. from here, i could watch the fights, have my fun, and then reward the victors. or victor. just depended on how much they wanted the prizes. turning away from dex to address them all, i called down to them. "jamison! if you want the scissors that bad, why don't you fight tat or dex? got nothing to lose – 'cept maybe another leg!"
[color=black][spoiler=tags  updated jan 29]
GENERAL
– dolores 'lola' candida lancaster
– apathetic about her gender | she / her, its / it, they / them
– sixteen years old
– unrestricted sexuality
– borderline personality disorder | hypersexuality and sex addiction
– badlands | grunt
BACKGROUND
– was sexually, physically, emotionally and verbally abused by her father for much of her childhood
– her mother regularly neglected her, refusing lola food and shelter in her own home
– grew up half–wild and having to fend for herself
– eventually beat her father to death with a baseball bat and ran away aged thirteen
– has been with the badlands for a year and a half
PHYSICAL
– stands at only five foot tall
– skinny, bony and underweight due to malnutrition as a child
– very naturally pretty but rarely invested in her appearance
– small facial features that make her appear pixie–like; upturned nose, pointed chin, high cheekbones and strong eyebrows
– her golden–blonde hair is always messy and tangled
– her clothes are mostly several sizes too big for her and often torn in various places
PERSONALITY
– selfish, meddling, arrogant, crude, loud-mouthed, dirty-minded, messy, animalistic, frequent liar, difficult, violent, obnoxious, bossy, mocking, insulting, angry, cruel, mean, delirious, delusional, savage, tease, sexual, threatening, fucked up, self-loathing, traumatised, erratic, compulsive, instinctive, attention-seeking, unstable, brutal
– enfj – the protagonist
RELATIONSHIPS
– npc x npc, both dead
– single | not a romantic person at all
INVENTORY
– 1 x metal baseball bat
– 1 x semi–automatic handgun
– 4 x penknives
– 1 x lighter
– 3 x pack of cigarettes
– 1 x water canteen
– 1 x hip flask, empty
– 2 x packs of bubblegum
INTERACTIONS
– physically very aggressive and lacking in inhibition, despite her small size
– fights very dirty and is squirmy and difficult to catch
– will probably hurt you a lot before you get a chance to hurt her
– fairly precise shot with a gun[/spoiler]
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