01-31-2017, 04:15 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] why did there have to be so many members popping up out of nowhere? hell, jamison had enough to deal with being a worm, but as more and more people came to join or came from hiding spots he grew to find his life as a dirty scavenger worm was getting ever more difficult. it didn't even help that he never shut his mouth for more than five seconds, making his towering 6'6 stature, nearly neon orange prosthetics that could be seen from a mile away, the trademark clank of his peg leg slamming against crumbling concrete and his even more trademark cackle and bomb obsession have him be even more noticeable amongst the crowd of other badlanders and the like. jamie was no ordinary member, and even though he probably had the perfect demeanor to be some type of high position, he was just stuck as the scum of the badlands. a vile, wriggling worm.
but even still, he still showed himself to others as if he would instantly make friends with them if he did. hell, he already made friends with john and even a bit with mettaton. so why not try over and over again to make friends? yeah, he knew that it would make him much more vulnerable to getting killed - being well known in a place like this was always the case - but fuck, he was attention hungry. clingy as hell when it came to allies. some would say that he was even thirsty to get attention that wasn't completely negative.
which was why he made his way over in the first place, the sound of his peg leg and boot make his approach ever more present. "oi!" his high-pitched, australian accented thick voice would be heard, a grin slapped on his rat like face as he stopped near the others. "who're you?" a bushy blonde brow would raise as he looked towards renard, his grin still there but filled with innocent curiosity rather than manic glee. his eyes still trained on him, jamison would straighten himself up with a rather loud crack of his back - everything he did was loud, so it was no surprise - and reach out his prosthetic arm, the orange metal and leather most likely dwarfing renard's hands. it seemed as if he was looking for a handshake. "name's jamison fawkes, mate! nice ta meet ya, whoever ya are!" his smile had shortened to a more genuine one, and with his other arm he wiped some snot from his face.
//oops muse burst??
but even still, he still showed himself to others as if he would instantly make friends with them if he did. hell, he already made friends with john and even a bit with mettaton. so why not try over and over again to make friends? yeah, he knew that it would make him much more vulnerable to getting killed - being well known in a place like this was always the case - but fuck, he was attention hungry. clingy as hell when it came to allies. some would say that he was even thirsty to get attention that wasn't completely negative.
which was why he made his way over in the first place, the sound of his peg leg and boot make his approach ever more present. "oi!" his high-pitched, australian accented thick voice would be heard, a grin slapped on his rat like face as he stopped near the others. "who're you?" a bushy blonde brow would raise as he looked towards renard, his grin still there but filled with innocent curiosity rather than manic glee. his eyes still trained on him, jamison would straighten himself up with a rather loud crack of his back - everything he did was loud, so it was no surprise - and reach out his prosthetic arm, the orange metal and leather most likely dwarfing renard's hands. it seemed as if he was looking for a handshake. "name's jamison fawkes, mate! nice ta meet ya, whoever ya are!" his smile had shortened to a more genuine one, and with his other arm he wiped some snot from his face.
//oops muse burst??
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