11-19-2019, 09:05 PM
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
The sad thing was, Salem actually hadn't killed that one. He'd slaughtered his fair number of people, sometimes for personal reasons and othertimes for no reason at all, but that man - Mike, he'd eventually learned the name after asking around - well, he couldn't blame him for the death of what Salem could only assume was a friend or family member.
Or maybe he could still blame him, it really didn't matter to Salem. He had bigger fish to fry than a mourning old man. Well- actually no, he had irons in the fire but nothing concrete to do right now. Wasn't that fucked up? He knew the people he needed to take off this earth but it took forever to actually catch them.
So instead of sitting around twiddling his thumbs and stewing in his anger, he decided to pay a visit to their resident... Ugh, he didn't have a joke for Mike yet. He knew basically jack shit about the man, mainly because he refused to speak whatsoever. Still, Salem found himself approaching the dingy shack that Mike was sitting outside of.
"Nice pistol, bud." Salem commented, coming to a stop before the porch as he looked at the pearl-handled gun in Mike's hands. "Into designer guns, hmm?" He was trying to tempt Mike into saying something, or even reacting with something other than a blank, creepy stare.
Or maybe he could still blame him, it really didn't matter to Salem. He had bigger fish to fry than a mourning old man. Well- actually no, he had irons in the fire but nothing concrete to do right now. Wasn't that fucked up? He knew the people he needed to take off this earth but it took forever to actually catch them.
So instead of sitting around twiddling his thumbs and stewing in his anger, he decided to pay a visit to their resident... Ugh, he didn't have a joke for Mike yet. He knew basically jack shit about the man, mainly because he refused to speak whatsoever. Still, Salem found himself approaching the dingy shack that Mike was sitting outside of.
"Nice pistol, bud." Salem commented, coming to a stop before the porch as he looked at the pearl-handled gun in Mike's hands. "Into designer guns, hmm?" He was trying to tempt Mike into saying something, or even reacting with something other than a blank, creepy stare.
[justify]I feel the unbearable weight, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Councilman of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED
top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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