[Gazille is kicking back in what is probably a condemned apartment somewhere or possibly the basement of a place he's not supposed to be squatting in. Needless to say it's not very cozy looking, but he's managed to make use of whatever left over furniture is there. He's got his feet propped up on a coffee table as he's relaxed in an old, ratty ( Read more... )

[Sounds like someone has found Tom Waits and can't get enough. You can hear "Gods Away On Business" playing in the background. Closer to NV you can hear what must be Gazille singing along and he doesn't sound too shabby. In fact, though his voice may lack the maturity and gravelliness from the years that Tom's does, he can still carry a decent tune ( Read more... )

Been thinkin' about doin' some bounty hunting, don't really need the money, but I'm bored and need a challenge. Maybe you people can point me in the right direction. Do I gotto sign up for that shit or do I just drag one of the bounties in and get paid ( Read more... )

[Bare with him, he's trying out this typing thing, but the damn device is so small...]

Anyone lookin fora bodyguared? or...

[Yup, giving up already, he doesn't have the patience for this thing.] forget that ( Read more... )

[The feed blinks on to show Gazille, looking a little roughed up, bolted brow furrowed as he seems to be fiddling with and figuring out his NV. Those slitted red eyes shift to the screen, realizing it's recording. He tilts his head, snorting some and smirking a little at his own image, baring sharp canines.]

Handy little thing. [He muses to himself ( Read more... )