01-31-2017, 03:55 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] the smell of something to eat is what usually made jamison come from his hiding spot and come out into the open. for some reason, recently he had been spending more time with other people more often. he usually spent most of his time by himself, tinkering with metal scraps or trying to swipe things from under other's noses. hell, he even got into some skirmishes with other badlanders to get what they had. sometimes it didn't work, and he would just be left with a few smoke bombs stolen and a black eye. but the rest of the time he would get something out of the fight. either it being a few scraps of cloth to make clothes with or even some valuable like food. either way, it was only something along the lines of this that would bring him over.
oh shit, it was a deer? after a while meat like rabbits or rats got way too boring and dull to eat, and he wouldn't even try to eat humans even if he was about to die if he didn't. deer were very uncommon when it came to the badlands - they normally strayed towards the loner territories or even st peter's - so jamison had never had the chance of eating deer before. so it would be no surprise that he was very, very excited to try and take a bite.
a few dull colored bombs were shoved in his hands as he crept forward, staring at the other for a few moments before he burst out "g'day, mate!". he knew that he probably shouldn't of snuck into a building like this, especially when his only weapon on hand was bombs. if he even tried to use them, the building would probably collapse and would crush him, without even some deer meat to spare. "oi, see ya got somethin' ta eat there, huh? mind if ya spare some?" he twirled his little explosives in his hands nervously, grimy blonde hair sticking up all over the place. "got some stuff we can trade, if ya want bombs or somethin'!"
oh shit, it was a deer? after a while meat like rabbits or rats got way too boring and dull to eat, and he wouldn't even try to eat humans even if he was about to die if he didn't. deer were very uncommon when it came to the badlands - they normally strayed towards the loner territories or even st peter's - so jamison had never had the chance of eating deer before. so it would be no surprise that he was very, very excited to try and take a bite.
a few dull colored bombs were shoved in his hands as he crept forward, staring at the other for a few moments before he burst out "g'day, mate!". he knew that he probably shouldn't of snuck into a building like this, especially when his only weapon on hand was bombs. if he even tried to use them, the building would probably collapse and would crush him, without even some deer meat to spare. "oi, see ya got somethin' ta eat there, huh? mind if ya spare some?" he twirled his little explosives in his hands nervously, grimy blonde hair sticking up all over the place. "got some stuff we can trade, if ya want bombs or somethin'!"
PUNCH YOUR LIGHT'S OUT, HIT THE PAVEMENT
THAT'S WHAT I CALL ENTERTAINMENT !