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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/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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[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