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[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]— "Carbines. Someone in my group pissed them off." Colton was curt as he responded, wondering for a brief moment why this guy was so damn interested in his life. It wasn't a life Colton really wanted to share, but he supposed he could give this guy snippets of what he wanted to hear. "We were just doing what we could to - erm - protect him." Yeah, 'protect' was the word, Colton supposed. In reality though, it was far more fierce than that - Colton loved him. Of course he'd protect him with his very last breath if he had to. But, Addy didn't need to know.

Eyes turned to observe two more people approaching, possibly just as confused about the sound on gunshots as this first guy had been. People didn't seem too pleased in Colton's appearance - dare he even say they were quite unwelcoming - but he did suppose he had chosen to fire rounds into the air as if it were his way of saying 'good day'. He only raised a brow when somebody walked up and uttered under their breath, gun in their grasp. "I don't think you'll be needing that." Colton mumbled before cracking a crooked smile, "If I wanted to hurt any of you I would've done so by now... I'm just lookin' to join a group. Preferably this one, seeing as I'm here already."

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[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]— Colton didn't seem impressed, instead frowning and pursing his lips together in some sort of subtly sour passive aggression. "Wow. I love how you don't really care how you come across." He mumbled in a seemingly pleasant tone, though his words were laced with sarcasm, lips twitching into a small, snide smile. He shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets in the same way Cat did, "Well, I mean... I've not given you any good reason to turn me away. Plus, it's good to have me on your side. I know how to fight. I'm also a pretty mean fisherman, if that at all interests you." He winked almost lightheartedly. Damn... Why was he trying to pitch himself to this person, anyway?

[ADDY.]

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— you know, addy would actually take colt’s answer. it wasn’t because he was some nice guy with a soft spot for protective and loyal people - honestly he didn’t give a shit about that. more so, he just let it slide because he knew a thing or two about pissing a group off, and then doing anything that he could to protect his group-- even though he had only been in a two-man group at the time he’d pissed the clearwaters off. he had been fine when he’d been the only person to piss them off, and when he had ran off on his own-- but when he had pissed them off with lucerne around… yeah, he could understand where colt was coming from.

the more he watched of the guy, the more he seemed to notice that the guy wasn’t.. the worst. he wasn’t some annoying prick and- yeah, he was just a bit of a prick. which he honestly liked (but everyone was a prick in addy’s opinion). crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced between cat and colt, only to eventually say, “fishing’s fuckin’ lame… but you’re alright, i guess.” and that was the most colt would probably get out of him.

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]— tw. mention of killing

He'd defied all odds. Even when the entire world was out to get him, he'd defied all those odds and then defied even more fucking odds. Life was never going to be easy for Colton, but he could swear that the world was being a bit of an ass now at this point. But, he was a fuckin' Overton - it was what they all deserved, Colton supposed. Shit and piss was what they were owed. In reality, did he deserve being held hostage? Probably not. He wasn't anybody's damn ransom, and he sure to hell proved that when he escaped... Barely.

He liked to believe perhaps he did an alright job. He'd killed several of the Carbines, but not enough for many to have also injured him. But, he was alive. He was fucking alive because nobody could touch an Overton without getting burnt. That'd been some time, though; a couple months, perhaps. And since then he was alone. Mostly. Colton carded his fingers through his hair as he hobbled, squinting in the scorching sunlight at the silhouette in the distance. This was the Badlands, he assumed. Well, it had to have been. A city on the coastline, well guarded and full of supplies. Now, it'd been a hot minute since Colton had last had a place to call a home. Even with Sierra, Flynn and Maddison they'd never really had the chance to settle down before they were on the move once more.

And so, Colton decided it was finally time to put an end to things. This would be the last time he moved, he hoped. After all, moving around only caused problems. In a large group with a fortified territory, however... Now that was safety. That was the opportunity to finally become somebody else. Fall off the face of the earth. Become a new identity. His old life was over now. Because, he wasn't Colton Overton anymore - God, fuck, he'd be damned to be an Overton for another second because, as he said before, all an Overton deserved was pig shit.

Colton slowed down as the neared the town, around about where he could only assume the territory was, before he revealed a pistol from his holster. He released a sigh, dismissive and impassive as he held it in the air and fired once, twice and then a third time. He twitched his nose calmly, returning his gun to the holster before he simply stood and waited. People would arrive in no time.

[ADDY.]

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— now what kind of fucking idiot gave this dumbass a gun? that was all that addy could think as he heard gunshots going off fairly nearby. some getting spooked. some wanting to go and check out the danger. some glancing amongst themselves deciding to go see who was shooting around. addy was one of the first few to start heading towards where the sound had originated from- and when he’d seen that person, standing there, gun in holster..  he wanted to be pissed because that guy had just done it for attention.

scowling slightly, he paused for a moment before he began sauntering closer towards the newcomer. he didn’t look like he was any harm, didn’t look like he could be an insurrectionist ready to blow his brains out. addy didn’t like to take his chances, though he decided he had to at least try and give the guy a chance. talk to him a little bit. fuckin’ introduce himself.

“the fuck’s your business around here?”

well. that was definitely one way to start.

//sorry for this shitpost
busy
but hi colton my bbyyy

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]— A man was quick to approach shortly after Colton fired his gun, and it'd been exactly how Colton expected things to go. People would rush to the scene, interrogate him, but Colton wouldn't be threatening towards any of them. There simply was no need. He held his hands up dismissively as the man got closer, a sign that he really didn't want any drama nor did he mean any harm. He was just a man who knew how to get things done quick.

"My business around here?" Colton questioned, finally lowering his hands and taking a step closer. "Well, I was just looking for a place to stay. Hopefully permanently. Y'see, I got in a bit of trouble a few months back with a gang. Lost the rest of my group along the way, and I've been travelling alone since. But, out there I'm practically a dead man walking." He explained calmly, cricking his neck from side to side. "Just looking to join, s'all. I'm... I'm Colt."

[ADDY.]

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— this guy - colt, really didn’t look like much trouble. aside from the fact that he had just been firing rounds into the air, without giving a single shit about it all.. it was enough for him to be just slightly cautious. and then when the guy mentioned getting in trouble a few months back with a gang.. that only made alarms go off in his head. “what gang? what did you do to get on their bad side?” he probably shouldn’t have been interrogating the guy, but if he got in trouble with a gang… usually it was for pretty damn good reason.

that, and it felt like his gang past was only catching up with him at this point. he waited a moment before he forced himself to calm down the slightest bit. he took a deep breath, shoulders slumping slightly. “i’m addy. the leader’s kinda the one who calls the shots on whether you get to stay or not. they’ll be here in a bit, i bet.”

[frankie m.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8pt; color: #808080; line-height: 120%; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;"]—-  & unfortunately, it wasn't cat who approached the two like addy had most likely wanted. instead, it was frankie in all her... glory. she had been attracted by the gunshots that had gone off that practically anyone could here, unless you were deaf. her bird sure enough heard them, because he had started to go off and wouldn't hush. she wanted to see the absolute idiot who thought it was such a great idea to fire a loaded weapon into the air, but she hadn't expected to see someone like colt stood there. in fact, she could say he looked like he was supposed to be smart enough to know not to do that.

but you can't always judge a book by its cover, she supposed.

she sticks a few feet behind addy, adjusting her black floppy hat and crosses her arms over her chest. she doesn't speak; only watches the taller stranger through narrowed eyes.