I'd call this a solid living ; Joining

[michael t.]

pills don't help, but it sure is funny!  ☆  ☆  ☆

MICHAEL TOWNLEY

THE TYPHOON

DEALER

The Typhoon was a group that was used to some rather interesting characters. That alone could be demonstrated by the various members that made up their high positions. However, Michael had to think that this new person was pretty close to taking the cake. Not only was she mutated, but she was also rather loud and acted like... a cowboy? Yeah, that was what she reminded him of. At the very least, he could hope that she was one of those cowboys that fought the law, rather than choosing to use their talents as sherrifs. That wouldn't be too great for him, considering he had never given up his thieving nature despite his gradual development over his time within The Typhoon. Still, there'd be more time for thinking about that – and asking her about how she was like that – at another time.

For now, the fugitive just made his way over, mismatched blue gaze scanning Magnolia over for a brief moment. She was even more interesting up close, with her various accessories and the snappits she seemed to be carrying with her. After taking a deep breath inwards, Michael questioned, "Well, if you're looking to join The Typhoon... I don't see why we wouldn't let you in, so welcome. What's your name? Mine is Michael. Michael Townley-Phillips, although you can really call me anything." The dealer preferred that only people like Roxie and Trevor called him nicknames like M, or Mikey, but he got the feeling that Magnolia was the type to give people nicknames. Stuff like cowpoke, or partner. Maybe he had seen too many old westerns.

☆  ☆  ☆  gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!

— Reggan