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[ a little bit of fun | game + intro ] - Grimm - 09-06-2020
THE BAREKNUCKLE BRAWLER
I don't wanna be ignored
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When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( coyote ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
It is a poor idea to make a deal with the devil.
Difficult to attribute such title when the one brought forth into questioning was a child, a picture of innocence and nativity hued in a shade of rose, at least when an unknown is he drawn forth before the jury. Raucous the noise produced by traversal about the well mapped confinements the hut boasted, that which had acted both as place of beginning and harbour offering safety, mess left in wake. When was there moment when such was not the case. Possibly it had come to pass such instant was a dwindling desire, each breathless little snicker arising on strained exhale enough to make apparent such.
Within comparison to that laid out across floor of his own space paled the mess he departed, the clatter overlaid by a hushed stream of garbled words all his own. Long the moments stretched to overbearing limits, his own voice arising with each second that trickles past without his sought prize, wild the flying trajectory as items were thrown through the open door. A place now clear beneath the bed did chimera dive, squirming about in the minimal space, a halo of dust crowning dual toned cranium as otherside permitted exit.
"Come on, where is it." Frantic grew his erratic movements, some hasty semblance of organisation coming into play as he grew further depeserate. "Finally!" Joy painted the yip that devolving into a dry, senseless chuckle, swept up the items he had been desperate in finding.
Open left the door as he made his departure, by no means the first but this occasion was one where attention was sought with feverish intent, dropped upon the sand a stack of cups in which a ball sat. Pulling said sphere out from its resting place he set up the cups, beneath the central one depositing the rubber ball. Atop two of them did Butch brace his paws, behind wildly wagging the ragged plume of his tail as he tried to draw the attention of any in close proximity. "Oi! Come play ah game! Come on, ya yella belly cowards."
Difficult to attribute such title when the one brought forth into questioning was a child, a picture of innocence and nativity hued in a shade of rose, at least when an unknown is he drawn forth before the jury. Raucous the noise produced by traversal about the well mapped confinements the hut boasted, that which had acted both as place of beginning and harbour offering safety, mess left in wake. When was there moment when such was not the case. Possibly it had come to pass such instant was a dwindling desire, each breathless little snicker arising on strained exhale enough to make apparent such.
Within comparison to that laid out across floor of his own space paled the mess he departed, the clatter overlaid by a hushed stream of garbled words all his own. Long the moments stretched to overbearing limits, his own voice arising with each second that trickles past without his sought prize, wild the flying trajectory as items were thrown through the open door. A place now clear beneath the bed did chimera dive, squirming about in the minimal space, a halo of dust crowning dual toned cranium as otherside permitted exit.
"Come on, where is it." Frantic grew his erratic movements, some hasty semblance of organisation coming into play as he grew further depeserate. "Finally!" Joy painted the yip that devolving into a dry, senseless chuckle, swept up the items he had been desperate in finding.
Open left the door as he made his departure, by no means the first but this occasion was one where attention was sought with feverish intent, dropped upon the sand a stack of cups in which a ball sat. Pulling said sphere out from its resting place he set up the cups, beneath the central one depositing the rubber ball. Atop two of them did Butch brace his paws, behind wildly wagging the ragged plume of his tail as he tried to draw the attention of any in close proximity. "Oi! Come play ah game! Come on, ya yella belly cowards."
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Re: [ a little bit of fun | game + intro ] - Keona. - 09-06-2020
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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #5c90d0; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px;"]✯ — Tá mé i dtiúin
A vibrant young voice. One of the newest youngsters. The tiny dealer perked her ears, supposing she could humor the boy with whatever game it was he had in mind. Curiously, her tail curled behind her as she padded towards the sound of his voice.
Keona did not know what the boy had laid in front of him, pale hues attempting to politely follow voice and 'look'. It sounded like he was moving something with his paws. Perhaps not a game for her then...
Still. The little wildcat felt inclined to be a good sport. "Aloha."
"'m Keona. I'll play with you. What's the game?"
[/td][/tr][/table]Keona did not know what the boy had laid in front of him, pale hues attempting to politely follow voice and 'look'. It sounded like he was moving something with his paws. Perhaps not a game for her then...
Still. The little wildcat felt inclined to be a good sport. "Aloha."
"'m Keona. I'll play with you. What's the game?"
© MADI
Re: [ a little bit of fun | game + intro ] - VANDAL - 09-06-2020
[shadow=black,left]VANDAL ROUX[/shadow]
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"Aye, this place seems tah be filled with yellow-bellies, but I'd say it's more 'cause of th' sand," came the maned wolf's amused response, padding over to the young chimera and offering both him and Keona a curious look. This was one of Michael's children, wasn't he? If Ro-Ro had adopted Michael as her brother, then it would mean he'd have to be her brother as well by extension, which meant Butch would be her nephew. Vandal seemed to have many nephews and nieces, not that she minded—despite the brash exterior, the melanistic maned wolf was quite fond of kids and never kept it a secret.
"What you got 'ere?" Vandal peered at the items Butch had brought out from his abode, perhaps a little confused by what she's meant to do with them. Still, the maned wolf seemed eager enough to participate; boring is the life lived without fun, after all, and there is nothing more fun than meeting her new nieces and nephes... and grandchildren, for that matter. Fuck, she's getting old. "Alright, color me curious—what are th' rules of this game and what am I supposed tah do."
[table][tr][td]"What you got 'ere?" Vandal peered at the items Butch had brought out from his abode, perhaps a little confused by what she's meant to do with them. Still, the maned wolf seemed eager enough to participate; boring is the life lived without fun, after all, and there is nothing more fun than meeting her new nieces and nephes... and grandchildren, for that matter. Fuck, she's getting old. "Alright, color me curious—what are th' rules of this game and what am I supposed tah do."
4 YEARS
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Re: [ a little bit of fun | game + intro ] - michael t. - 09-07-2020
When one named their child after a rather well-known thief, and had said child raised by two rather impressive con-men, it was only natural that the kid would pick up on a few tricks. Even at the ripe age of two months old, Michael could tell that Butch would grow into a troublemaker, and he honestly wasn't sure how he felt about it. On one hand, he was sort of proud of Butch for already following in his and Trevor's footsteps. On the other hand, he had no doubt that would end up getting his son into a great deal of trouble. Either way, the reaver was sure that he and Trev would always be around to get him out of that trouble, through any means necessary. The same went for all of his children, all of whom the pair of thieves had been watching over dutifully, caring for together ever since their birth. Trevor had made no mention of returning to their old home anytime soon, and that also made Michael feel light and slightly giddy, more than relieved to have his entire family together. Even if that did end up making the house a bit of a disaster, when they had all four boys, himself, Trevor, and their pets all milling about. However, they made it work, in their own unique way.
Upon leaving the house that morning, Michael found himself quickly flanked by Midas, the eye-catching pup following along as Michael made his way after Butch's scent. Coming upon his son setting up a rather famous game for scamming, the thief couldn't help the small snort that left him, along with the faint glow of pride in his chest. Coming to a sear nearby, the reaver let his tail wag lazily from side to side before he spoke, "I think I'll just watch for now, Bo. Make sure that you're teaching everyone how to play the game right." From behind the taller canine, Midas went clumsily stumbling over to where his brother was, his own short tail ricocheting back and forth as he said firmly, "I wanna hear 'ow t'play too! And you better not try to teach me wrong." The vaguely antagonistic nature between Midas and Butch had already begun to form, and Michael couldn't help the faint amusement that he felt at it. There wasn't any real anger or bitterness there – at least not as far as the reader knew – just two brothers that were always trying to one up the other.
Upon leaving the house that morning, Michael found himself quickly flanked by Midas, the eye-catching pup following along as Michael made his way after Butch's scent. Coming upon his son setting up a rather famous game for scamming, the thief couldn't help the small snort that left him, along with the faint glow of pride in his chest. Coming to a sear nearby, the reaver let his tail wag lazily from side to side before he spoke, "I think I'll just watch for now, Bo. Make sure that you're teaching everyone how to play the game right." From behind the taller canine, Midas went clumsily stumbling over to where his brother was, his own short tail ricocheting back and forth as he said firmly, "I wanna hear 'ow t'play too! And you better not try to teach me wrong." The vaguely antagonistic nature between Midas and Butch had already begun to form, and Michael couldn't help the faint amusement that he felt at it. There wasn't any real anger or bitterness there – at least not as far as the reader knew – just two brothers that were always trying to one up the other.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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