07-30-2021, 05:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: andale mono; font-size: 6.5pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px; color: #484a4d"]It was not much of an outlandish revelation to find that Badlanders could be notorious for their excessively trigger happy ways. Whilst many were trained specifically as disciplined weapons for The Administration, many were still on their journey to meet the expectations of any higher powers within the dishonourable group. And still this was a fucking joke in Teddy’s mind — he didn’t recruit a bunch of clowns to do his dirty work. He wanted assassins and killers, the intellectual, medically trained personnel, business-savvy workhorses and people petrifying enough to represent The Badlands in a way that depicted the group to be one to stay on the good side of.
After all, Teddy had faked the entirety of his life until he made it here in this seemingly quaint beachside paradise; he was not prepared for this final step in his master plan to swiftly unravel because of some halfwits who couldn’t keep a steady finger over the trigger and a composed mind. He could warp minds with his addictive words, even-tempered façade and mechanical smile that he had practiced in the mirror for hundreds of hours in just short of the three decades he’d spent on earth, but he could never possess the capability to change the innate ways of a jumpy person. In Teddy’s mind, they had quickly become nothing more than a weak place in the grand scheme of things.
Upon hearing the singular gunshot crack in the air, Teddy lifted his head up with mildly suspicious eyes from where he lounged on the terrace outside the casino. He anticipated further gunshots — either a sign of some Badlanders in the practice range or the sign of an imminent attack — but initially Teddy was somewhat unconcerned. But then there were no further signs of either, eventually piquing the Administrator’s interest. ❝ Ya know if anyone headed down to practice their aim? ❞ Teddy enquired, spinning a single coin on the glass bistro table he sat at mindlessly as he awaited response from a Badlander that accompanied him. ❝ Not that I’m aware of, Boss. ❞
With a roll of his eyes, Teddy eventually rose to his feet, sliding his loafers back on before brushing his crisp clothing down effortlessly. ❝ Teddy, it looks like someone’s been shot. ❞ Another Badlander rushed out onto the terrace, heaving breaths from the way he searched high and low for the whereabouts of the boss. ❝ Mais… ❞ Teddy clicked his tongue, giving the shoreline one last glance before turning to follow the NPCs. As he stepped out onto the street, he was met with a trail of blood droplets guiding their feet towards the casualty. A grimace sat on Teddy’s lips, barely pleased at the sight of blood as he blinked hard as if that would erase the sight from his memory. As eyes peeled open once more, the blood still remained. ❝ Someone’s gotta clean dis shit up. My nice pebble streets. ❞
Soon, he was faced with a panicked scene ahead of him. A person that he had never seen before laying on the ground, a gruesome wound on its leg. Salem hunched over, working meticulously on its bleeding leg. An NPC taking heavy breaths a short distance away, looking upon the growing scene of onlookers with guilt. Teddy narrowed his eyes, soon approaching the NPC. ❝ Did ya do this? ❞ Teddy demanded, jabbing his finger towards the commotion nearby as the NPC then explained with a wobbling voice, ❝ I didn’t mean it! I thought they were about to attack me. ❞ Teddy clenched his jaw, looking towards where it was being treated before whipping his head back towards the NPC. ❝ You fuckin’ bastard. ❞ He snarled under his breath, then jabbing his pointer finger at the NPC. ❝ Ya either shoot to kill, or don’t shoot at all. Now we got our medical supplies being wasted on some outsider that deserves none of it! ❞
Teddy’s face twitched, enraged, and he took a small step back before he uttered, ❝ You best pay up for ya mistake, or we’re gonna have a problem. ❞ With that, Teddy turned to wander towards Salem and Nikolai as he stared down at the injured newcomer. ❝ Is it gonna survive? ❞ Teddy questioned Salem, trying to keep his composure as his eyes lingered on it’s wound in horror. ❝ I don’t want all our supplies wasted on it. ❞ After several moments of examining the person, Teddy slowly tilted his head to meet it’s gaze, then asking, ❝ What were you doing around these parts, hey? Do you deserve treatment from us, or were you up to no good? ❞
After all, Teddy had faked the entirety of his life until he made it here in this seemingly quaint beachside paradise; he was not prepared for this final step in his master plan to swiftly unravel because of some halfwits who couldn’t keep a steady finger over the trigger and a composed mind. He could warp minds with his addictive words, even-tempered façade and mechanical smile that he had practiced in the mirror for hundreds of hours in just short of the three decades he’d spent on earth, but he could never possess the capability to change the innate ways of a jumpy person. In Teddy’s mind, they had quickly become nothing more than a weak place in the grand scheme of things.
Upon hearing the singular gunshot crack in the air, Teddy lifted his head up with mildly suspicious eyes from where he lounged on the terrace outside the casino. He anticipated further gunshots — either a sign of some Badlanders in the practice range or the sign of an imminent attack — but initially Teddy was somewhat unconcerned. But then there were no further signs of either, eventually piquing the Administrator’s interest. ❝ Ya know if anyone headed down to practice their aim? ❞ Teddy enquired, spinning a single coin on the glass bistro table he sat at mindlessly as he awaited response from a Badlander that accompanied him. ❝ Not that I’m aware of, Boss. ❞
With a roll of his eyes, Teddy eventually rose to his feet, sliding his loafers back on before brushing his crisp clothing down effortlessly. ❝ Teddy, it looks like someone’s been shot. ❞ Another Badlander rushed out onto the terrace, heaving breaths from the way he searched high and low for the whereabouts of the boss. ❝ Mais… ❞ Teddy clicked his tongue, giving the shoreline one last glance before turning to follow the NPCs. As he stepped out onto the street, he was met with a trail of blood droplets guiding their feet towards the casualty. A grimace sat on Teddy’s lips, barely pleased at the sight of blood as he blinked hard as if that would erase the sight from his memory. As eyes peeled open once more, the blood still remained. ❝ Someone’s gotta clean dis shit up. My nice pebble streets. ❞
Soon, he was faced with a panicked scene ahead of him. A person that he had never seen before laying on the ground, a gruesome wound on its leg. Salem hunched over, working meticulously on its bleeding leg. An NPC taking heavy breaths a short distance away, looking upon the growing scene of onlookers with guilt. Teddy narrowed his eyes, soon approaching the NPC. ❝ Did ya do this? ❞ Teddy demanded, jabbing his finger towards the commotion nearby as the NPC then explained with a wobbling voice, ❝ I didn’t mean it! I thought they were about to attack me. ❞ Teddy clenched his jaw, looking towards where it was being treated before whipping his head back towards the NPC. ❝ You fuckin’ bastard. ❞ He snarled under his breath, then jabbing his pointer finger at the NPC. ❝ Ya either shoot to kill, or don’t shoot at all. Now we got our medical supplies being wasted on some outsider that deserves none of it! ❞
Teddy’s face twitched, enraged, and he took a small step back before he uttered, ❝ You best pay up for ya mistake, or we’re gonna have a problem. ❞ With that, Teddy turned to wander towards Salem and Nikolai as he stared down at the injured newcomer. ❝ Is it gonna survive? ❞ Teddy questioned Salem, trying to keep his composure as his eyes lingered on it’s wound in horror. ❝ I don’t want all our supplies wasted on it. ❞ After several moments of examining the person, Teddy slowly tilted his head to meet it’s gaze, then asking, ❝ What were you doing around these parts, hey? Do you deserve treatment from us, or were you up to no good? ❞
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