ix | voice post.
Nuadoria? Hey. Guess what? Guess. Can you guess? You probably can't, right --
I've been here five months, exactly, just yesterday.
[ Scrape, scrape, scraping. A click, and then the sound of something distinctly metallic hitting concrete as it falls to the ground, followed quickly by other little metallic noises. ]
I'm patient, but I'm not that patient. If I can't make friends the easy way, I guess I'll just have to find them myself, just like I used to. That's good, too, isn't it? I'm being, ahhh. Proactive?
[ Shuffling, and then heavy footsteps. A pause.
A knock on something very wooden, so it's most likely either a door or a board of some sort. You decide. ]
So if you won't come to me...
Well.
[ Knock, knock. :| ]
( OK. Mordecai's been here five months, and during that time, he's gathered information on the people currently in the city that he's deemed weaker than himself. Of course, he's gathered all this information from afar, so he's not really 100% sure, and he's bound to make mistakes here and there, BUT.
Basically, now, he's going door to door throughout the residential area on the houses he's staked out. IF YOUR CHARACTER IS EITHER A, FEMALE AND CONSIDERABLY DEFENSELESS AGAINST A NUTJOB (SOB), OR B, just kind of wimpy in general, feel free to have him come across you. :( BE WARNED, THOUGH, he wants to see some bitches bleed, ok.
or if you just want to kick his little stupid ass to hell and back, that's ok too. LET'S JUST GET SHIT MOVING AGAIN WHILE EVERYONE WAITS FOR THAT STORM. :|
also be warned, he's armed with both a handgun and a shotgun. :c )
I've been here five months, exactly, just yesterday.
[ Scrape, scrape, scraping. A click, and then the sound of something distinctly metallic hitting concrete as it falls to the ground, followed quickly by other little metallic noises. ]
I'm patient, but I'm not that patient. If I can't make friends the easy way, I guess I'll just have to find them myself, just like I used to. That's good, too, isn't it? I'm being, ahhh. Proactive?
[ Shuffling, and then heavy footsteps. A pause.
A knock on something very wooden, so it's most likely either a door or a board of some sort. You decide. ]
So if you won't come to me...
Well.
[ Knock, knock. :| ]
( OK. Mordecai's been here five months, and during that time, he's gathered information on the people currently in the city that he's deemed weaker than himself. Of course, he's gathered all this information from afar, so he's not really 100% sure, and he's bound to make mistakes here and there, BUT.
Basically, now, he's going door to door throughout the residential area on the houses he's staked out. IF YOUR CHARACTER IS EITHER A, FEMALE AND CONSIDERABLY DEFENSELESS AGAINST A NUTJOB (SOB), OR B, just kind of wimpy in general, feel free to have him come across you. :( BE WARNED, THOUGH, he wants to see some bitches bleed, ok.
or if you just want to kick his little stupid ass to hell and back, that's ok too. LET'S JUST GET SHIT MOVING AGAIN WHILE EVERYONE WAITS FOR THAT STORM. :|
also be warned, he's armed with both a handgun and a shotgun. :c )