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Flintlock Lodge / Re: HOW FAR I'LL GO | open, joiners?
« on: September 01, 2019, 02:44:13 PM »
AND YOU CAN'T STARVE WITH A BELLY FULL OF LAUGHTER - LEARN TO TAKE RISK SO REWARD CAN COME AFTER ☆
Oscar had begun to get quieter and quieter in his argument as it seemed to get more personal with murmurs along the lines of I didn't do it and incoherent babbling, the world had changed colors slightly from time to time, a buzzing in his ear, a tremor in his fingers, and then, slowly, the colors shifting blurred together, into something comprehensible - human beings. Oh, fuck. Attempting to scramble back some, he was reminded again of the shooting pain in his ribs as he let out a shout of pain. Someone around his age actually, a goth gay guy it looked like - it was the heart tattoo and beard, mostly - and then his gaze darted to some kid that looked like he was trying to flex and intimidate. Fucking pipsqueak. Admittedly, he felt a little intimidated, because teens could kick ass - Oscar still remembered his own self from twenty-five years ago, but either way, that was twenty-five years. He may be forty, but he had plenty of punch still in him.

But, for now, it was best to play it cool. Taking a deep breath, his eyes darted around, his only visible anxiety. Great, more people around.

"Jesus fucking christ does it look like I need help yes I need help. Fuuuckin, broke somethin, somethin like that." He mustered up, wiping his face. "Hey kid - yeah - yeah you-" Even though he couldn't even tell if Brendan was looking at him, or if anyone even knew who the hell he was talking to, he continued. "If you can't intimidate without tryin, you're just not ready. You'll grow into it." Oscar said as the goth guy talked with the other guy, and there was some other one just looming. The fuck were they all lookin at? Clearing his throat, he gave an aggravated snap.

"Christ - what - what? Can't think I can speak for myself? Just cause a tree just fuckin - shoved it's branch up my ass- don't ask whoever the fuck this guy is - I'm right here." He slurred, before turning to look at them better. Hey - hey! That fucker just stole his fucking gun! "Hey who you think you are swinging that gun around Dracula? Give that shit to me you look like you don't even know how to hold it - who doesn't know how to hold a gun in this day and age? That gun is mine and I got it from - from-" Swallowing down where he got it from, he just closed his eyes and gripped his scalp and pulled what little was left of his hair. "God! Break a rib and all-a sudden everyone thinks they're your goddamn - lawyer." He sputtered mindlessly.

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Flintlock Lodge / HOW FAR I'LL GO | open, joiners?
« on: August 29, 2019, 08:42:17 PM »
AND YOU CAN'T STARVE WITH A BELLY FULL OF LAUGHTER - LEARN TO TAKE RISK SO REWARD CAN COME AFTER ☆
[tw for drug usage. ic opinions.]

Oh fuck, was that cocaine?

As his boots first got sopped in what was actually snow, he stared for a moment. Oh Jesus, he was really high, he was lucky he still could tell it was not the powdery white goldmine he first anticipated. This was embarrassing actually, he was supposed to be killing some dude but he got drunk instead and now he had lost track of them. Oh yeah, he should probably have his gun ready in case he saw him. Could he actually aim like this? Closing one eye and angling at a tree, he gave a pretty bad shot to the tree and gave hearty laughs of amusement, hiccuping and losing his balance now and shrieking as he rolled down... Something rollable. Oh shit, massive very solid tree trunk incoming - someone fucking turn off the car - god if only he was in a car, this would be a lot safer. Fingers trying to dig through the ice into the ground, his teeth grit at the unpleasant feeling of nails digging and scratching down solid cold ice. There was proper procedure to avoid getting a concussion or dying from a skull injury, but he currently couldn't think of it, uh, what was it? No time to think about it now, because he had full force rolled into the trunk. Fuck. Groaning loudly, he was pretty sure he just broke a rib or something.

Closing his eyes, Oscar could only imagine what pops would say if he was here. This was not the Graham way to go out. The right way was dramatique, bullet holes, a knife, a beating to death, something to show that they had left an influence of some sort on somebody. Now if you ask Oscar, worrying about if how you die is dramatic enough seems... Pretty gay. But anyway, he wasn't doing the gay death right. Dying of hypothermia, needing to piss really bad, and just gonna be some compost in the end, not so great. Pops got some sorta honoring death when he goaded Oscar on to finish the job, after all, Phillip Graham certainly had left an impression on him, and always would. In fact, he was hallucinating a pug - but it had Phillip's voice. Grinning a little hazily, he turned to it in the sky.

"Yeeeah, uhuh." Oscar said with a hoarse voice as he stared up into space, trying to sit up but letting out another low moan as his rib felt on the verge of explosion. "Oh shut up pops, you're just as much a cocksucker." Oscar hissed under his breath, continuing to have a full fledged argument with seemingly nothing. "No! Look dude, you look hideous right now. There's nothing weird about saying that, okay? You're ugly."

[please wait for firebird/ross to post!]

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Creative Center / Re: DON'T WANNA MAKE YOU SAD | storage+chat
« on: August 29, 2019, 07:28:06 PM »
AND YOU CAN'T STARVE WITH A BELLY FULL OF LAUGHTER - LEARN TO TAKE RISK SO REWARD CAN COME AFTER ☆
just wanna see how this looks with current avatar which may be changed depending

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Creative Center / Re: DON'T WANNA MAKE YOU SAD | storage+chat
« on: August 18, 2019, 04:30:06 PM »
today is the grand question: am i gonna use my art for my character or be too self conscious? find out next time on "lets make a subaccount"

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