04-13-2020, 10:20 PM
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tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion
Michael winced as Salem called him "old man". He wasn't particularly fond of being reminded of his growing age, even though, before the blackout he'd be considered middle aged at most. The dark haired man decided to shrug it off, ignore the insult made by Salem, though it was most likely just a joke, or attempt at teasing.
Mike had drunk amazing coffee before the blackout, some places had the best stuff he'd ever drunk. He'd even talked to purveyors of the art of coffee, who had shared some of their secrets in the action of roasting coffee. Mike sighed softly, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Salem accepted the offer of coffee, which was good, as Mike had already begun to pour the bitter, almost chocolaty drink. As Mike put the coffee down, and resumed his spot, carefully sitting down, he shrugged his shoulders to Salem's response. Just because someone had gotten the better of him once, didn't mean it would happen again.
He was about to take another sip of his drink when Salem fell to the ground, the chair collapsing beneath him. "Goddamn! You broke my chair!" Mike complained, his eyes narrowing slightly, well, Salem hadn't done it on purpose. Mike sighed deeply, putting his cup on the wood stove, and walking towards Salem, offering his good arm to help him up.
"Sorry. The chairs are... unstable." His post-accident warning, a touch lame.
tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion
Michael winced as Salem called him "old man". He wasn't particularly fond of being reminded of his growing age, even though, before the blackout he'd be considered middle aged at most. The dark haired man decided to shrug it off, ignore the insult made by Salem, though it was most likely just a joke, or attempt at teasing.
Mike had drunk amazing coffee before the blackout, some places had the best stuff he'd ever drunk. He'd even talked to purveyors of the art of coffee, who had shared some of their secrets in the action of roasting coffee. Mike sighed softly, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Salem accepted the offer of coffee, which was good, as Mike had already begun to pour the bitter, almost chocolaty drink. As Mike put the coffee down, and resumed his spot, carefully sitting down, he shrugged his shoulders to Salem's response. Just because someone had gotten the better of him once, didn't mean it would happen again.
He was about to take another sip of his drink when Salem fell to the ground, the chair collapsing beneath him. "Goddamn! You broke my chair!" Mike complained, his eyes narrowing slightly, well, Salem hadn't done it on purpose. Mike sighed deeply, putting his cup on the wood stove, and walking towards Salem, offering his good arm to help him up.
"Sorry. The chairs are... unstable." His post-accident warning, a touch lame.
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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.