11-01-2020, 08:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px;"][font=calibri]This is so strange... attending a Badlands meeting as a nobody. He sees Michael from afar, but doesn't move a muscle. Doesn't say a word. In fact, he keeps a wide-brim hat on his head, tilting it downward so that dark shadows are cast over his facial features. He knew that there was a chance of someone here recognizing him, so he made sure to keep as low of a profile as possible. However, doing so was nearly impossible when he was acknowledged as a "prospective" member.
There goes one of the new Badlands leaders, blabbering on about loyalty and earning his place. Lucky eyes Teddy under the shade of his hat, brown hues glaring up at the rather cocky man. A sensation of bitterness and frustration bubbles within him, knowing that he is damn well the reason why this kid has this pedestal in the first place... the reason why the Badlands even ended up in this beachside paradise... why the Badlands even made it this far after Tatiana's death. Lucky had turned the Badlands from a ragtag street gang into a cutthroat, criminal organization and to be treated like some sort of lowly pawn in this bastard's game made his jaw clench.
Part of him wanted to lift his head and make a snide comment towards the younger man, but he knew that he couldn't. He was the one who had avoided this place for so long. He was the one who abandoned his crew without a trace. Even if some of these people had once sworn their loyalty to him, they now served a different boss. Lucky was nothing to this group now.
He acknowledged Teddy's words but said nothing. An induction ceremony, hm? It looks like they kept that around. Lucky wonders what other things he implemented under his leadership was now being handled by these clowns. Good lord. Was it even worth it at this point to do the bidding of the Administration? Maybe he ought to just duck out and leave. He knew now that Kit wasn't here, so why was he staying?
// ic opinions ofc! he's a bitter bastard
There goes one of the new Badlands leaders, blabbering on about loyalty and earning his place. Lucky eyes Teddy under the shade of his hat, brown hues glaring up at the rather cocky man. A sensation of bitterness and frustration bubbles within him, knowing that he is damn well the reason why this kid has this pedestal in the first place... the reason why the Badlands even ended up in this beachside paradise... why the Badlands even made it this far after Tatiana's death. Lucky had turned the Badlands from a ragtag street gang into a cutthroat, criminal organization and to be treated like some sort of lowly pawn in this bastard's game made his jaw clench.
Part of him wanted to lift his head and make a snide comment towards the younger man, but he knew that he couldn't. He was the one who had avoided this place for so long. He was the one who abandoned his crew without a trace. Even if some of these people had once sworn their loyalty to him, they now served a different boss. Lucky was nothing to this group now.
He acknowledged Teddy's words but said nothing. An induction ceremony, hm? It looks like they kept that around. Lucky wonders what other things he implemented under his leadership was now being handled by these clowns. Good lord. Was it even worth it at this point to do the bidding of the Administration? Maybe he ought to just duck out and leave. He knew now that Kit wasn't here, so why was he staying?
// ic opinions ofc! he's a bitter bastard
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THERE'S NO RETURN FROM WHERE I'VE BEEN
❝ TRIED TO PRETEND THAT I'M AROUND . . . ❞
————————— BIOGRAPHY / FORMER BOSS OF THE BADLANDS