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[ADDY.]

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— did this guy not have the same sense of humor? as he grumbled about how unpleasant addy’s answer was, all he could do was simply stare at salem, slowly blinking. he guessed his humor went right over the man’s fucking head. how did he stand it? he shrugged, taking a long drag before slowly blowing the smoke out into the air. the redhead felt like he had a witty response to that, but before he could say anything else, catalyst came into the picture actually being useful.

“combat training. target practice.” a pause. “or be a target for target practice.” looking at the man’s hand, it looked like he’d been target practice for somebody.. yeah, now he was just being an asshole. glancing over at cat, he then hummed before adding, “bet i could kick both of your asses at pool.” which was a challenge that addy wasn’t sure if he’d take up. but i mean, he was going up against a guy without pinkies and a boss who probably didn’t give a shit if they won or not. you never knew, though.

[capt. salem]

AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |

"Was that my roof? How long have you been up there?" Was the first thing to come out of Salem's mouth as Cat descended from the fucking sky, like some sort of leather-clad messiah. Okay, so Cat was at least trying to be helpful, but it paled in comparison to the idea that his earlier stalking theory was slowly gaining traction.

His sense of humor definitely didn't align with the blunt nihilism that seemed to be Addy's forte; not that Salem knew that at the moment, since he was still under the unwavering assumption that Addy had been serious before. Combat practice sounded boring, as did target practice. He did catch Addy glancing at his hands as he spoke about being a target for target practice, and Salem rolled his eyes.

"Mmm, I wouldn't be so confident, bud." Salem said, glancing at Catalyst to see the boss's reaction. "I'll take you up on your offer, why waste this afternoon moping anyways. I'll put up- hmm- a bottle of eight-year aged Merlot, for the gracious winner." Salem offered; after all, it wasn't any fun unless there was a proper prize.

It didn't really matter if he'd never played pool before, or if he actually didn't know the rules of the game; he was a quick learner, it'd be fine.

[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard  ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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[ADDY.]

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— “you say that like i haven’t seen you play.”
“well fuck you, too,” he huffed, kicking the slightest bit of dirt catalyst’s way- no real harm meant in the remark, or the action following after. even he’d admit that he wasn’t the best in pool- but he’d spent plenty of nights out at a bar playing pool for cheap booze and even money back in the day. just slightly better than your average joe.

and, now, there was a prize on the table. eight-year aged merlot? merlot wasn’t necessarily up there on his list of favorite drinks, even while he had yet to drink said merlot - wine had never been his favorite in the first place - but that didn’t deter him from taking the offer. cat offered to be a ref, and, “sure. you win and you can have-” he considered what there could be to even offer. he had next to nothing valuable. shrugging, he stood up from his spot. “we’ll figure that out when we get to it.”

[capt. salem]

AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |

//tw: references to violence & death; talk of revenge / murder

Salem let out a long, drawn-out breath as he stared down at the map. He'd pinned down plenty of potential locations that his crew might visit, but it was all so uncertain; he genuinely had no idea if Shire had decided to change all the meeting places, or if he'd simply sailed as far away as possible from where they'd dropped Salem just in case.

"Stupid- fucking assholes." Salem grumbled, standing up and stretching. His dining room was rather barren, except for the map and sparse furniture; still, he had nothing to decorate it with yet. Maybe he'd nail Casey's skull to the wall, once he actually found the bastard. "I need some air." He said, addressing himself and the empty silence around him.

He headed out his front door, and sat down on the steps after closing the door behind him. He was exhausted, upset and frustrated that he was still no closer to getting his revenge. It'd only been a few days since he'd joined the Badlands, but that was a few days too many. He was antsy and had nothing to occupy his time except plotting and daydreaming about murder and- frankly, it was sorta getting to him.

Head in hands, he mumbled to himself. "What do people do for fun around here?"

[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard  ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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[ADDY.]

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— addy felt like he was just - everywhere and anywhere someone might be to come wandering out to butt into his life. and, today, it seemed like salem had unintentionally butted himself into addy’s way - well, metaphorically. the redhead had been sitting outside, simply watching the ocean, a cigarette held between two fingers when salem had come wandering out, sitting on his steps.

he had been just close enough to catch the man mumbling about what people did for fun around here. and while addy knew it wasn’t his place, he had been working on his social skills. being nice… it wasn’t in his nature. but he could at least talk to people to try and show that, hey, he wasn’t nice- but he would at least talk to you.

“drink,” he commented, keeping his eyes on the man for a moment before turning his gaze back towards the ocean. he brought the cigarette to his lips, mumbling around it, “or smoke.” there were way more things than that, but addy was finding himself pretty fuckin’ funny today. bothering people was on his list of things to do today, apparently.

[capt. salem]

AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |

Salem hadn't noticed the other man as he'd stepped outside and- well, they really didn't care where Addy decided to linger. That guy seemed like he was everywhere, or maybe he was actually stalking them? Now that was a fun theory; one that was quickly discarded as stupid, but a fun mental exercise in futility at least.

Salem set his head in his hands and turned his gaze towards the ocean, sighing as Addy spoke. The only things to do were drink or smoke? Jeez, and he'd thought sailing was boring. At least out there he'd had companions to keep him entertained, albeit temporary ones; but on land people seemed to be weird about the whole thing. It was like everybody had made some sort of social code around being boring and distant.

"Ugh, that's upsetting to hear." Salem mumbled, not realizing Addy hadn't meant it seriously. He wanted to believe that the other would tell him the full truth, and not hold back information to amuse themselves; but then again, that might be the most entertaining thing to do around here.

"How do you stand it?" Salem asked, figuring that some conversation was better than none.

[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard  ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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