Man, I just realized that's it's almost been a fuckin' year since I got here. It's fuckin' rediculous. I need a beer.

[Still holding the device, he goes to the kitchen and opens his fridge. As he grabs a beer, his hand seems to spark and he pulls back.]

Fuckin' static.

[He grabs the beer again and puts down the device to open it. He takes a sip ( Read more... )

[Rummy's got himself occupied at the blackjack table, surrounded by sexy women. And one sexy man. It's Vegas, nobody's going to blink at a little thing like experimenting with going both ways.]

Hit me.

[Dealer does so. 21.]

Aw yeah! Drinks are on me!

[He draws the chips towards him.]

How 'bout another round? Whaddaya say ladies and gent?

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[Rummy's device is propped up in the perfect spot where one can see him with a very large, infalated balloon.]

A'right, y'all, prepare to have yo' minds blown.

[He stretches the balloon's opening and sticks his head in, and before long he's got his whole upper body inside it. Then it begins to deflate. One might be able to hear a grumpy "oh shit ( Read more... )

This again? A'right, let's get this over with. But you crazies better keep within 50 feet a' me.

[OOC: In other words, come and get him crazies.]

[Rummy's comfronted by an unexpected camera crew, and he's probably resisting the urge to whip out his glock.]

Here we have Gin Rummy, a former solider from the small town of Woodcrest. So, Rummy, you've been here in the City for almost a year now, haven't you?

Guess so.

You must have seen some pretty impressive things and gone through some ( Read more... )

Click to view

[As the feed starts, a black rat snake is looking into the screen and almost appears to be smiling.]

I'm back, bitches.

[Rummy's voice calls from another room.]

Hey, the fuck you talkin' to?

[A pale hand comes into view and picks up the snake.]

Nobody, nigga. Just everybody.

Oh for fuck's sake.

[Rummy lifts the device so he can talk directly ( Read more... )

Gin Rummy

American Patriot
He died doing what he loved

[He gets a surprise when he checks it sometime later.]

What the fuck?

Think I cut my [bleep]ing thumb today. Hurts like a [bleep].

Ran into that [bleep]ing car, robot, thing the other day. Called me a meatbag and told me to get lost.

Huh, that time again huh? Maybe I'll have better luck this time. No fuckin' electric men...If anyone sees a redhead who likes to shout, shoot stuff, and wear bling, lemme know. Said bling is a large 'W' chain. Just don't tell him I've found myself forced to use nigga technology. He'd never lemme hear the end of it ( Read more... )