04-20-2020, 08:29 PM
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trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
"speech" 'thought' text
The fear on the stranger's face was evident, one of the reasons Mike had holstered his pistol. There wasn't much of a reason to shoot a guy, especially in cold blood (though Mike had done plenty of that in his prior years). Had he still been drinking, he might have tried to start a fight with this newcomer, break a couple of his bones, just to feel better about himself.
But Mike was past that now, at least he hoped so. He hadn't drunk in over a year, and he hoped to continue along the path of sobriety. Even the gruesome, and untimely death of his son had not driven him to drink. He listened bemusedly to Richie's blathering on, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
But, he refrained from showing amusement. One, it wasn't polite, and two, it rather ruined his image of a stone cold wall of meat. Then again, he did have brains to back him up (though they'd seen better days) as had his body. Richie had heard of them, well many had heard of them, hell, even Mike had heard of them before he'd joined.
He struggled to choke back the laughter that threatened to burst from his lungs as Richie inquired if they were looking to recruit "lanky middle-aged out of shape men". And instead, coughed two times into his free hand. Quite amusing that was to Mike. He continued to listen. Aside from carving doves, what? The man changed topic in the middle of his sentence, and Mike raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Diverting the conversation, and changing it's course to something more personal, at least, about Mike, wasn't something he was a fan of. He didn't really feel like telling anyone what had happened to his arm. It would most likely cast a negative light upon himself, as he'd been caught off guard, and shot in the arm. Almost murdered by his assailant, and the only reason he was alive, was because Lake had been around and had bashed the guy with a stick.
Mike sighed softly, then spoke. "I got shot. You should see the other guy." While it wasn't his doing, it went to show that if you messed with the Badlands you probably would end up no longer on the face of the earth, at least, alive. "I must say, you don't exactly sell your abilities all that well, thankfully I'm not a prick. So, feel free to join up with us." He replied relatively aimiably.
"I'll give you the rundown and a tour in a bit if you'd like. We've got a hotel casino with rooms if you'd like to claim one. Otherwise there are some empty houses. Some pretty fucking rundown, but livable, if they aren't claimed, go ahead and claim 'em." Well, that was about it. Mike extended his hand in a motion to shake. It would be nice, really, to have someone closer to his own age around.
Not that he minded all the younguns, but sometimes he just wanted to chat with someone who understood life before the blackout.
The fear on the stranger's face was evident, one of the reasons Mike had holstered his pistol. There wasn't much of a reason to shoot a guy, especially in cold blood (though Mike had done plenty of that in his prior years). Had he still been drinking, he might have tried to start a fight with this newcomer, break a couple of his bones, just to feel better about himself.
But Mike was past that now, at least he hoped so. He hadn't drunk in over a year, and he hoped to continue along the path of sobriety. Even the gruesome, and untimely death of his son had not driven him to drink. He listened bemusedly to Richie's blathering on, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
But, he refrained from showing amusement. One, it wasn't polite, and two, it rather ruined his image of a stone cold wall of meat. Then again, he did have brains to back him up (though they'd seen better days) as had his body. Richie had heard of them, well many had heard of them, hell, even Mike had heard of them before he'd joined.
He struggled to choke back the laughter that threatened to burst from his lungs as Richie inquired if they were looking to recruit "lanky middle-aged out of shape men". And instead, coughed two times into his free hand. Quite amusing that was to Mike. He continued to listen. Aside from carving doves, what? The man changed topic in the middle of his sentence, and Mike raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Diverting the conversation, and changing it's course to something more personal, at least, about Mike, wasn't something he was a fan of. He didn't really feel like telling anyone what had happened to his arm. It would most likely cast a negative light upon himself, as he'd been caught off guard, and shot in the arm. Almost murdered by his assailant, and the only reason he was alive, was because Lake had been around and had bashed the guy with a stick.
Mike sighed softly, then spoke. "I got shot. You should see the other guy." While it wasn't his doing, it went to show that if you messed with the Badlands you probably would end up no longer on the face of the earth, at least, alive. "I must say, you don't exactly sell your abilities all that well, thankfully I'm not a prick. So, feel free to join up with us." He replied relatively aimiably.
"I'll give you the rundown and a tour in a bit if you'd like. We've got a hotel casino with rooms if you'd like to claim one. Otherwise there are some empty houses. Some pretty fucking rundown, but livable, if they aren't claimed, go ahead and claim 'em." Well, that was about it. Mike extended his hand in a motion to shake. It would be nice, really, to have someone closer to his own age around.
Not that he minded all the younguns, but sometimes he just wanted to chat with someone who understood life before the blackout.
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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.