04-09-2019, 08:36 PM
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tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, violence, religion
Why Mike had decided to be anywhere near the casino today he didn't know, but he was. He sat in the shade of a tall building, lounging, a half braiding fishing line loosely grasped in one hand as he closed his eyes feet propped up against a crate. It was a lazy day, and he couldn't help but doze off.
However, he was quickly awakened, by what? By the yelling of Sheo. Squinting, he put a hand up to shade his eyes against the glare of the sun. What the fuck was the kid thinking? He was just asking to get his ass beaten by anyone, part of him wanted to just let the situation be, Sheo could take care of himself, he was an adult. But the other part of him realized that this situation was just asking to become worse.
He could probably make it much worse, but he didn't think that would be the best idea (granted, he rarely thought when he made shit worse for everyone). "The fuck are you on Sheo?" The former soldier asked the young man critically, his voice sharp, perhaps too sharp. "You look like shit," He added, his voice softer, he leaned against the nearest object, which happened to be a table, rickety as it was, he wasn't putting most of his weight on it so it was fine... for now.
"You need some rest lad." He added as an afterthought.
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, violence, religion
Why Mike had decided to be anywhere near the casino today he didn't know, but he was. He sat in the shade of a tall building, lounging, a half braiding fishing line loosely grasped in one hand as he closed his eyes feet propped up against a crate. It was a lazy day, and he couldn't help but doze off.
However, he was quickly awakened, by what? By the yelling of Sheo. Squinting, he put a hand up to shade his eyes against the glare of the sun. What the fuck was the kid thinking? He was just asking to get his ass beaten by anyone, part of him wanted to just let the situation be, Sheo could take care of himself, he was an adult. But the other part of him realized that this situation was just asking to become worse.
He could probably make it much worse, but he didn't think that would be the best idea (granted, he rarely thought when he made shit worse for everyone). "The fuck are you on Sheo?" The former soldier asked the young man critically, his voice sharp, perhaps too sharp. "You look like shit," He added, his voice softer, he leaned against the nearest object, which happened to be a table, rickety as it was, he wasn't putting most of his weight on it so it was fine... for now.
"You need some rest lad." He added as an afterthought.
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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.