bed of roses ** open, intro

[THE ATLAS.]

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the parasite — .

Atlas, himself, would have agreed on the attention, if he wasn't such a whore for it. He liked gathering little groups that would listen to his rather insane story telling, but other times he wanted to be left alone. He rubbed his nose with a thumb, cigar hanging from his fingers as he continued his one-man march down the street. He paused when he happened to see Leonard, having seen the man around, but never bothering to speak with him. His brows slightly rose upon seeing the dachshund, noting how it sat down when commanded.

It reminded Atlas of a boy he raised, once. The son of a man Atlas wanted dead, and thus used the boy to kill him.

He took a drag of his cigar when he noticed a younger girl pause and turn to pet the dog, and the Irishman's mouth turned in a slight scowl. Atlas did not like dogs. He thought they were always so noisy, so gross and, ultimately, useless. They were not man's best friend. They were man's most annoying creature. He wrinkled his nose and continued to smoke, just standing near by and watching Leonard, wanting to see the man's reaction to this newcomer petting his dog.

He wanted to watch him [i]snap.

"[glow=black,2,300]speech[/glow]."

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 12/06/22]
[b]general
> atlas joe ;; no nicknames
> male ;; he/him
> 41 yrs ;; ages real time ;; november 9th
> the badlands

physical
> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> short, wavy black hair ; ice blue eyes ; sort of chunky, with large hands and rather round legs ; 4'11" ; 180 lbs
> no body modifications
> a button up with suspenders
> extra coin, a token he's had in his pockets since he was a teenager and somehow managed to keep after getting tossed overboard, cigarettes
> important things to note ;; n/a

personality
> very cunning ; smart ; sarcastic ; egotistical ; apathetic ; pathological liar
> no mental illness
> no tics

relationships
> was abandoned as a baby/orphaned
> no siblings
> bisexual
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> hard mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "[glow=black,2,300]this is him talking[/glow]." ;; speech is [glow=black,2,300]coloured[/glow].
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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[leonard.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]the older man had been here for a while now, he just wasn't one for receiving attention of any kind. he preferred to keep to himself and drive off anybody who would potentially speak to him with intimidation. stand tall, stay quiet, and if he didn't acknowledge anybody then they'd do the same for him. simple as that. and while he had that time to himself, he was able to acquaint himself with the geography of the badlands. which places would serve as possible escape routes, and observing which members held power in the group.

in that time, though, he also stumbled across a stray dachshund who had for some reason taking a liking to him. he was getting annoyed, but he knew better than to just leave the dog on its own. so for the last few days, leonard made sure to give the small dog water and food. it became a routine for him, something he actually looked forward to. And, while he didn't fully believe in that bunch of hub-bub, he couldn't help but wonder if it was his wife trying to look after him by giving him a friend. she always did say he needed to be more social.

leonard took a seat on a bunch, dog treats in his hand and looking down at his new friend. "alright, hot dog. can you sit?" he commanded with his right eyebrow raised. at his word, hot dog's head tilted to the side curiously and he took a seat. a small smile actually appeared on leonard's face and he awarded hot dog with a treat.

"good boy."

[Lillith]

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