05-20-2019, 03:50 AM
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tws thoughts of violence, blood, murder, mentions of alcohol, religion, injury, broken bones, blood
Michael had been out for a stroll, well, a limp. His leg was still sore from the shot he'd suffered a month prior, though it was doing much better now. The dark haired man frowned slightly as he neared the scene in front of him. Milky with a flower and Red poking fun at him, not that Mike minded, hell he poked fun at the both of them... did it a lot.
He let his hands slide into his pockets tilting his head to the side slightly as he stopped a few feet from the two, observing them in silence for a full minute before he spoke. "Heya Milkman, stopping to smell the roses?" He inquired affably. He held no animosity towards either, he honestly hadn't formed much of an opinion on either of them, though that would most likely change in the future.
He offered a tight smile to Addy, "Heya Red, how's it going?" Was he trying to incite a negative reaction from Addy? Perhaps, after all, he had to have his fun in some way, and he was trying very hard not to let his temper control him, instead controlling it.
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Michael had been out for a stroll, well, a limp. His leg was still sore from the shot he'd suffered a month prior, though it was doing much better now. The dark haired man frowned slightly as he neared the scene in front of him. Milky with a flower and Red poking fun at him, not that Mike minded, hell he poked fun at the both of them... did it a lot.
He let his hands slide into his pockets tilting his head to the side slightly as he stopped a few feet from the two, observing them in silence for a full minute before he spoke. "Heya Milkman, stopping to smell the roses?" He inquired affably. He held no animosity towards either, he honestly hadn't formed much of an opinion on either of them, though that would most likely change in the future.
He offered a tight smile to Addy, "Heya Red, how's it going?" Was he trying to incite a negative reaction from Addy? Perhaps, after all, he had to have his fun in some way, and he was trying very hard not to let his temper control him, instead controlling it.
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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.